Teen Wolf - Semi-Lucky

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Chapter 1

Stiles' P.O.V.

I had driven the entire way back to my house when I realized I'd left my phone at the field after our game. Great. Just great. It was already frickin' pitch black outside, for Pete's sake. Groaning, I jumped back into my jeep and headed towards the school.

Overall, it had been a good night. I had been in a good mood. But I, better than anyone, should know that something always comes along and screws anything awesome up. You're probably thinking, 'He's being kinda dramatic for just having to go back and get his phone; there are worse things. Like getting eaten by the Alpha, for example.', right?

Well, just wait until you hear the rest of the story.

Pulling into the dark parking lot, I sighed with relief at the sight of the still lit up field. I checked there first, but my phone wasn't on the sidelines or under the bleachers. I thought I'd check the change rooms next, so I turned around and walked towards them. Suddenly, as I was in the exact middle of the field, the bright lights shut off.

Hilarious Event, numero uno:

If I hadn't been scared out of mind, I would've thought the impeccable timing and level of dramaticness was kinda cool. Instead, I shivered and reached for my pocket, desperate for the dim glow of my phone.

Then I remembered why I was even at the school, so late at night. I said a few choice words that my dad might've had someone arrested for, for public disturbance or something. Ah well, I remember thinking, it's not like anyone else was around to hear that.

I blindly stumbled my way back to the parking lot, mentally thanking myself for using the parking spot that was closest to the field. I clicked the unlock button on my keys and saw my headlights flashing. I practically ran there, sort of wanting to go home, where there was light. And warmth. And Dad.

Then two bright lights abruptly turned on about 20 meters away from me. Shielding my eyes from the blinding whiteness, I felt around until my hand came in contact with the hood of my jeep beside me. Who the hell uses their fog lights in a parking lot, when someone is clearly standing in front of them?

After what seemed an eternity of me being awkwardly afraid of this stranger in a car who wasn't doing anything scary, just chillin' with his headlights on, a figure stepped out from the driver's side and walked forward. He was big. I let out a quiet 'eep'.

"Whatcha doin' here so late at night, kid?" He called out. I opened my mouth but no sound came out. Damn, I had always told myself that I wouldn't be one of those lame guys who loses their voice in the face of fear. I'm not sure where I got the courage from to say these next few words, but I guess they could've been chosen a little better. "I could say the same for you, adult." I guessed it was better than just standing there, looking like a speechless idiot.

…No, I really should have just kept my mouth shut.

Hilarious Event, number 2:

Two more guys emerged from the car, as the main guy chuckled. "A comedian." He said to his buddies.

It was a lot scarier than I would've expected it to be, the way they were positioned; the tall talker front and centre, the two flanks on either side of him. It was like your typical scary-action movie scene, (I had always dreamed of being in one) but right then I wished I had been in the audience rather than playing a part. "It's not me that I want to discuss, Stiles."

I turned 'Sherriff's Son' mode on. Okay, so he knew my name. This was personal. Since I couldn't see his features, other than that he was tall and strong, I tried voice recognition but I couldn't place it.

"Let's focus on you. You want to know why I think you came to the school at this hour? I really doubt it was to catch up on homework. Perhaps you were looking for this…" He held up my phone.

Now this is the part where I look like an idiot.

"Wha-, how? Why? Wh-who?"

He chuckled darkly again, giving me the heebie jeebies. "You are familiar with Allison Argent, yes?"

I nodded. I opened my eyes a little wider, trying to make out who this guy was, but the lights were too bright. I remember wishing I had sunglasses with me, and then smiling on the inside with the irony of needing sunglasses at 11 p.m.

Tall Guy continued. "Well you see, we are familiar with her father, and he has asked us to keep an eye on your friend, Scott McCall. It seems Scott has done some things that have led Chris to believe that he isn't just a regular teenage boy. It also seems that wherever he goes, you go. So when, today, I happened to stumble upon this in the pocket of your gym bag back in the change rooms while looking for McCall's stuff, I took it, hoping you would come back here searching for it, where we could …question you, for lack of a better word, about Scott. I also looked through it to see what kind of things you and your little friend have been talking to each other about. I hope you don't mind." He sounded like he really didn't give a damn whether I minded or not.

"Who the hell do you think you are, going through my personal stuff? You had no right, man." I could sense the danger, so I'm really not sure why I kept pushing my luck (or un-luck, more like), with all the remarks.

The main guy took a few steps towards me and I tried to step backwards, but I was pressed flat against my jeep. I had never felt so trapped in my life.

"Do you honestly think I care that you feel invaded? Look, there's no real reason for you to get hurt here. Just tell us where we can find McCall, and you can have your phone back and forget that this ever happened."

"Yeah, over my dead body." I cringed at my sarcasm. "Oh, and I hope you had a pleasant time fishing through my smelly gym bag." Why, Stiles, why?

Side note - I really need to teach myself how not to use sarcasm in certain situations. Situations where my life is being threatened, for example.

"If that's the way you prefer it…."

Hilarious Event, number 3:

I remember all three guys came right at me at once. Being my ever-so-clumsy self, I tripped in a rushed attempt to run away and fell to the ground. Rough hands grabbed the collar of my shirt and slammed me against my jeep, making a dent in the door.

Another side note- Now really, what has my jeep ever done to anyone? Sheesh.

One guy flipped me over while another punched me square in the jaw. Argghhhh…that hurt.

Shit, I remember one time thinking it would be cool to get into a fight…I guess I had imagined me being able to fight back, without my arms pinned, against one guy, my size, when I could actually see him.

I tasted blood from my split lip and swung my arm out in a feeble attempt to defend myself. My fist connected with something hard and I heard someone let out a groan. I actually smiled amongst the fear and pain, knowing I had momentarily incapacitated one of the bad guys. …Too bad no one was there to see it. Or maybe save me.

And a big emphasis on the 'momentarily' part…

One second later, two fists punched me in the stomach at the same time and I doubled over.

"Still not willing to co-operate, punk?" One asked.

"You guys think you're so tough, huh?" I spat, sounding a lot more courageous than I felt. "Three against one, and I'm only sixteen. Bunch o' cowards, if you ask me." And my small ray of hope vanished, realizing that I could actually die here, and it might have been because I was too sarcastic for these assholes' liking.

A+ for Stiles.

In return for that, I was kicked right to the ground. I heard a crunch, and really hoped it had come from one of the attackers, instead of myself. Somehow, I had this sick feeling that the crunch had come from my head slamming into the ground.

Concrete doesn't taste very good, for the record.

Just when I was about to get up and try to run away again, I heard a yell and a 'bonk' and several swear words. I had no idea what was going on, until the action was brought in front of me.

It was still quite dark, but I made out another big silhouette beating the absolute crap out of one of the enemies. He was a little shorter than the other three but definitely stronger. From what I could tell, there was one unconscious guy laying on the ground, another, the Tall Guy, fighting my rescuer, and the last one trying feebly to stand up again; he must've been dizzy, the way he was staggering.

I felt pretty dizzy too. And my head was pounding.

I remember seeing the drunken-looking flank finally stand up and run zig-zaggedly towards whoever had come to help me.

"Look out…" I warned him, louder than I thought I'd be able to. Black spots blocked my line of vision. I heard ringing in my ears and then colourful spots joined the black ones. I lay flat on my back, giving up on trying to watch the fight behind me. My whole body felt numb now, which I appreciated instead of brutal pain.

I wondered if this was what a drug trip was like. If it was, I made a promise to myself to never try drugs, ever.

Lifting my hand, I felt something sticky running down the side of my face. For as long as I can remember, I don't do well with blood; someone else's or my own.

And then I passed out.

What a night.