Alyse Deaton
I was laying on my bed, when there was a knock on my window. Rolling off of my bed, I walked over and threw open the window seeing Stiles on the balcony.
"What do you want?" I groaned.
"Well hello to you sunshine," he frowned.
"Stiles, unless there's a dead body, go home," I grumbled.
"There's a dead body," he smiled.
I grabbed my jacket and slipped on my shoes, following him out the balcony and down the white oak tree.
"Why can't we take my jeep?" I whined.
He gave me a look and I rolled my eyes, hopping into the back seat. We arrived at Scott's house and Stiles climbed onto the roof, while I stayed in the jeep. I was too far to hear what they were saying, but Scott and Stiles came back to the jeep shortly after. The car ride to the preserve was short, but no one really spoke until we reached the preserve.
"We're seriously doing this?" Scott asked.
"You're the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town," Stiles replied.
"He has a point Scotty," I chimed in.
"Thanks Alyse, but, I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow," Scott continued.
"Right, 'cause sitting on the bench is such grueling effort," Stiles joked.
"If anyone needs to get rest it's me, because I actually made first line last year," I said.
"No, because I'm playing this year," Scott argued, as we trudged through the woods, "In fact, I'm making first line."
"Hey, that's the spirit. Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one," Stiles mocked.
"We can be first line buddies," I squealed.
"Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?" Scott asked.
"Huh! I didn't even think about that," Stiles shrugged.
"And, uh, what if whoever killed the body is still out here?" Scott pressed.
"Also something I didn't think about," Stiles added.
I began to tune them out as we climbed up a hill and dropped to the ground when police flashlights shone in the distance.
"Come on," Stiles muttered.
I stood and began to run, but stopped to wait for Scott. After he scrambled to his feet, we took off running but fell behind Stiles and hid as he was caught. I was pressed against Scott's chest and could hear his heartbeat speeding up.
"Calm down, you're gonna give yourself a panic attack," I whispered.
He nodded and I listened to Stiles, "Scott and Alyse are home, they said they wanted to get a good night's sleep for practice tomorrow." "Scott, Alyse, are you guys out here?" Sheriff Stilinski yelled.
He led Stiles back to the jeep and we tried to find our way out of the woods, when a herd of deer almost trampled Scott and I. I landed under him and his inhaler went flying. Pulling out our phones, we looked for his inhaler but found the other half of the body instead, both of us jumping back and falling down a hill. Finding our footing, we stumbled until a wolf-like creature attacked Scott, and then me. We took off running and Scott almost got hit by a car, luckily it swerved away before he could get hit.