"If Dereks not the one that bit you then who did?" Stiles whispered to Scott.
"I don't know.." Scott responded
"Did the alpha kill the bus driver?" I asked him. He had the same response.
"Does Allison's dad know about the a-" Stiles began to ask.
"I don't know!" Scott yelled. Which caused a lot of heads to turn.
The teacher handed me my test back with a big red A+ and a smiley face on the top. Per usual.
"Dude you need to study more." Stiles told Scott, looking at his paper. I saw he had a D-.
"Do you need help studying?" I asked him. "I'm pretty good at history if you hadn't already guessed." I looked at Stiles, who smiled.
"No. I'm studying with Alison after school today." Scott sighed.
<•>
"Over 50,000 biology teachers in the United States and I'm stuck with the one who gives me a B+." I complained.
"'These answers require more detail. It's a shame to take off points for failing to include your full answer.'" I read the note allowed, getting into Stiles's Jeep.
"Maybe you just need to study more." Stiles shrugged, starting the Jeep and pulling out of the parking spot.
"Stiles. I'm one hundred and forty six years old and I've gone to high school over 20 different times. I'm pretty sure I've studied plenty." I said.
"Yeah maybe your bio teacher just hates you." Stiles decided.
Suddenly. DEREK was in the middle of the road. Stiles slammed on the breaks. Causing the Jeep to skid to a halt.
"Oh my god" Stiles said, probably as shocked as he was annoyed. "You gotta be kidding me this guys everywhere."
"What the hell?" Scott said to us as we hopped out of the Jeep to check on the now passed out werewolf. He looked like he had the Spanish flu.
"He's not looking so good dude." Stiles said.
"I was shot." Said Derek, looking at him.
"Then heal dumbass." I told him.
He glared at me. "I can't" he gasped, "it was a different kind of bullet."
"A silver bullet?!" Stiles intervened.
"No you idiot. It was Wolfs Bane."
I looked up and saw that Derek had made a scene right in the middle of the parking lot. People were getting out of their cars to see what was going on. Even Jackson, who also wasn't looking so good.
"Scott. Stiles. Put him in the Jeep." I advised. Scott picked him up and put him in the passengers seat and I got in the back. Stiles got in and drove off.
Derek muttered to Scott. "I need you to find out what kind of bullet that was."
"Why should he help you?" I asked Derek.
"Because he needs me." He responded. I sat back in my seat and Stiles drove off.
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"Hey try not to bleed out on my seats? Ok? We're almost there." Stiles said.
"Almost where?" Derek asked, delirious.
Stiles sighed. "You're house?"
"What? No you can't take me there." Said Derek.
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