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Scott was starring at the page in front of him, he blinked several times hoping that it would change the problem into something he would understand. It didn't. He sighed. He reached for his phone to look at pictures of Alison only to realize his phone was still missing. He could of swore he put in his locker before practice and he had locked it during practice. He wasn't sure where else it would be. He had already checked his room twice. He considered briefly checking his room again when there was a knock on his door, then his mom opened it with the house phone in her hand.
"Scott where's your phone?" she asked.
"I don't know, I swear I had it then it just disappeared." she handed him the phone.
"It's Stiles." he took the phone from her.
"Stiles."
"Don't talk all night that's why I bought you that phone you wouldn't tie up the house line." Scott nodded and his mother left the room.
"You don't have my phone do you? He asked Stiles. There was a long silence on the other line.
"Stiles." Scott asked wondering if the call had been dropped.
"Scott." his voice sounded a little weird but Stiles had been weird all day.
"Stiles I miss her" there was a long pause on the other line.
"I need you to come here." Stiles voice was very serious. So much that it started to worry Scott.
"Stiles what's wrong?"
"There's something wrong with my Dad?" there was something off in his tone but Scott thought it was probably worry.
"What' wrong?" Scott asked him concerned. Stile's dad was like a dad to him.
"I don't know, that's why I want you to come here." he said annoyed that sounded a bit more like him.
"I'll be there soon."
"Hurry." Stiles said. He hung up the house phone and snuck past his way his mom's room, he hung the phone up, snuck back to his room and went out through his window. Since he didn't have a car he run to Stiles house, it was good it was only 10 minutes away by foot at human speed, at werewolf speed he made it in five. He walked right in the house unconcerned about manners if Stiles Dad was injured. He quickly made his way up the stairs only to have Stiles blocking the way to his Dad's room. He tried to go around him only to have Stiles move into his way again.
"Stiles if you want me to see your Dad you have to move out of the way."
"Are you stupid, oblivious, or just too trusting." Scott looked at Stiles who looking at him in a way he had never looked at him before even when he was very mad at him. Coldly and in a manner that very unsettling.
"Stiles get out of the way." Scott said partially confused and partly angry.
"I ask because you didn't even notice that the Sheriff car isn't even here." Scott frowned, he had been too distracted by a threat to Stiles Dad but he remembered now the distinct lack of the Sheiff's car and actually he remembered Jackson car in the driveway.
"Stiles is Jackson here?"
"No." he said.
"Then why is he car here."
"It's my car now, Jackson won't need it for much longer."
"What are you talking about?" Scott asked confused.
"You really aren't the sharpest tool in the shed are you?" Stiles said a smile, Scott had just enough time to feel offended when he noticed that Stiles hands were behind his back and suddenly a bat was swinging towards his head.
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