A/N: Yay! Hopefully this fixes it. Thank you to DestiiinyRae and TheQueenofGoodbyes for pointing out that the chapter was messed up so much you couldn't read it. Enjoy everyone.
It's finally Friday! The party is tonight, and I'm kinda nervous. Sure it's not a date with Stiles, but he still asked me if I was going. Today was the day that coach picked who would play and who would ride the bench this season. I sit on the bleachers waiting for everything to start. Scott set his bag on the bench and started to go through it for his gloves and other gear. I watch as Stiles runs up to him in a panic. I become curious and run over to hear what he has to say. I stand between the boys as Scott speaks.
"Sitles, I'm playing the first elimination, man, can it wait?" Scott says to him.
"Just hold on okay?" Stiles says, catching his breath. "I overheard my dad on the phone. The fiber analysis came back from the lab in LA." He continues as I get more curious.
"And?" I prompt him.
"They found animal hairs on the body from the woods!"
"Stiles I gotta go." Scott says as he heads out onto the field.
"Wait! No! Scott! You're not gonna believe what the animal was!" Stiles says as he chases Scott. Scott totally ignores him, and Stiles stops in place. I jog up to him.
"What was the animal?" I ask him, so curious I can't stand it. He looks at me, still trying to catch his breath.
"It was a wolf." He informs me as coach whistles loudly.
"What? That's impossible!" I say.
"Yeah, tell me about it." Stiles says. Coach calls everyone to the field, but stiles doesn't move. I shove him a little.
"What are you waiting for?" I ask him. He just looks at me, confused. "Get in there!" He realizes that the 'tryouts' were starting and hurried to the middle of the field. "Geeze, it's like he wants to sit on the bench." I say to myself as I head back to the bleachers. As everything starts, I try to keep track of my boys. I watch as Stiles makes his way back to the bench to wait for his turn. I find Scott, and he gets knocked down. I wince a bit as he gets back to his feet. The next play, Scott gets the ball and pulls some moves out of nowhere to avoid defenders. He even flips over a wall of three of them. I stare in shock as he gets the ball into the goal. I look to Stiles. He must have felt my stare because he turned around and our eyes met.
"McCall! Get over here!" Coach calls Scott over to the side. "What in God's name was that? This is a lacrosse field. What, are you trying out for the Gymnastics team?"
"No, coach." Scott answers.
"What the hell was that?" Coach asks.
"I don't know, I was just trying to make the shot." Scott says.
"And guess what?" Coach said. "You're startin' buddy." A smile made it's way to my face as the coach pat Scott on the shoulder. "You made first line." Everyone around us cheers, and I just keep smiling. Something is just throwing me off, though. It almost feels like this is a bad thing.
When the tryouts end I call my dad and tell him that I can't come in for work. I plan to go do some research with Stiles. I need to figure out what that creature in my dream was. Maybe it has something to do with what bit Scott. Surprisingly, my dad didn't seem too upset. When Stiles comes out of the locker room, both of us head to his house. Once there, I sit on his bed, pull out my laptop and start trying to figure out what I saw in my dream.
"Hey." I hear Stiles try to get my attention. I look up at his curious face. "What are you looking up?" I take a breath as I start to tell him about the creature in my dreams.
"I'm trying to figure out the dream I had a couple nights ago." I start. "I was an owl, and-"
"Wait, you were an owl?" He asks with a smile. I send him a look that silently says 'shut up', and he pulls back a bit.
"I was in a tree and I saw Scott wake up in the woods. He started walking around and I followed him. But, I wasn't the only one following him." I pause, trying to figure out how to explain the creature to him. "It was a creature that was canine and human at the same time. It was really creepy. It chased Scott until he jumped over a fence and fell into a pool. I scared the creature away by screeching at it." I stop and look him in the eye. He looks at me for a second before it seems like he realizes something. He rolls to the laptop on his desk and starts typing.
"Did it look something like this?" He asks. I get up off the bed and walk over to him. I look at the screen over his shoulder. I start to breathe heavily. It was a drawing of a creature very close to what I saw.
"Yeah, yeah that's it." I say, panting. "What is it?" He turns his rolling chair to look at me, and I back away a step.
"It's an old drawing of a werewolf." He says, is eyes wide.
"B-but it was a dream. It wasn't real." I say, backing up to the bed. When the back of my legs hit the side of the bed I sit down. "It's probably because you suggested it the other day." I say as I calm myself down. I lay back on the bed and start to relax further. Maybe it's because of the bed. It smells so much like him.
"Let me do some research." I hear a rattling and I look over to him, only moving my head. He pops a pill. I know it's his Adderall.
"Oh God. Can you stop taking that shit?" I say with a giggle. He just looks over at me. "You're already hyper enough."
"No. Last night I was doing some research, and the call to my dad today and your dream are starting to confirm some things. A lot of things, actually." He goes back to feverishly typing at his laptop. I relax into the mattress under me, and soon I have drifted off for a little nap. I'm only woken up when a knock sounds on Stiles' bedroom door. I bolt upright and rub at my eyes. I watch as Stiles walks over to his door. He opens the door carefully only to see Scott standing there. He lets out a sigh as he opens the door for him to come in. "Get in." He says. Scott comes in and Stiles shuts the door. "You gotta see this thing. I've been up all night reading. Websites, books, all this information. Even Ty had a dream that helped me out."
"How much Adderall have you had today?" Scott asks with a chuckle.
"A lot." I answer for him. Stiles glares at me before speaking.
"Oh yeah? Well, you snore when you sleep." He bites back. "Anyways, the meds don't matter. Okay, just listen." I watch Stiles spin around in his chair to try and find a certain paper. I look to the floor and see a bunch of papers laid out on the carpet.
"Oh, is this about the body?" Scott asks as he throws his backpack on the bed, and sits next to me. "Did they find out who did it?"
"No, they're still questioning people, even Derek Hale." Stiles says.
"Oh, the guy we saw in the woods the other day." I say.
"Yeah. Yes." Stiles says, flailing. "But, that's not it, okay?"
"What, then?" Scott asks.
"Remember the joke from the other day? Not a joke anymore." There's a pause, and I look at Scott. He is clearly confused. "The wolf. The bit in the woods." Scott still wasn't getting it. "I did all this reading." Stiles says as he stands from his chair. "Do you even know why a wolf howls?"
"Should I?" Scott asks.
"It's a signal." I say. "It howls to signal its location to the rest of the pack." What can I say? I used to really like wolves when I was younger. I know a lot of fun facts about them.
"Yeah, so if you heard a wolf howling, that means others could have been nearby. Maybe even a whole pack of 'em." Stiles says without breathing.
"A whole pack of wolves?" Scott asks excitedly.
"No. Werewolves." Stiles clarifies. A pause of seriousness hangs in the air between the three of us until Scott speaks.
"Are you seriously wasting my time with this? You know I'm picking up Allison in an hour." Scott says as he stands up with his backpack. Stiles keeps him from leaving with a hand on his chest.
"We saw you on the field today, Scott." Stiles tells him. "Okay, what you did wasn't just amazing, alright?"
"Yeah, it was impossible." I say, still sitting on the bed.
"Yeah, so I made a good shot." Scott says as he tries to leave again. Stiles stops him again.
"No, you made an incredible shot." Stiles takes Scott's backpack and puts it back on the bed next to me. "I mean, the way you moved, your speed, your reflexes." He makes his way back in front of Scott. "People can't just suddenly do that overnight." Stiles looks over to me for help. "and there's the vision and the senses, and don't even think I didn't notice you don't need your inhaler anymore."
"Okay, dude!" Scott shouts back with his arms out to the side. "I can't think about this now." He puts his arms down. "We'll talk tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" Stiles says frantically. "What? No! The full moon's tonight."
"What are you trying to do?" Scott yells. "I just made first line. "I got a date with a girl who I can't believe wants to go out with me, and everything in my life is somehow perfect. Why are you trying to ruin it?" I get up off the bed and stand between the two.
"Okay, boys, listen." I say placing a hand on each of their shoulders, getting their attention. "Scott, Stiles is just trying to help you. And Stiles, we don't even know if it's really a werewolf thing that's happening with Scott. We should go to the party and keep an eye on him. If something happens, we get him out. Got it?" I look between the two as they just stare at me in awe. "Got it?!" I say louder because they hadn't said anything. They snapped out of their shock to answer.
"Got it." They say at the same time. I take a deep breath as everyone calms down. Stiles sits in the rolling chair and Scott sits down on the bed.
"Alright, now, what would we be looking for, Stiles? What are the signs?" I ask, sitting back on the bed. "Besides the things that have already been happening."
"Well, the moon could cause him to physically change, and his bloodlust will be at its peak." My crush answers. Wait, what? I need to stop thinking like that. It will never happen.
"How are we supposed to tell he has an urge to kill?" I ask. "Are his eyes going to glow or something?" I ask with a chuckle.
"Possibly." He answers. He pulls a book off his desk and starts to read from it. "The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse."
"That's not good." I say in response. Being with Allison will do just that. I'm not blind. I know that he is absolutely head over heals for her.
"Why?" Scott asks.
"I haven't seen anyone raise your pulse like Allison does." Stiles answers for me.
"Maybe you should cancel, just in case." I say. "I'll call for you." I say as I reach for his phone in his bag.
"What are you doing?" Scott asks me as he stands up. I grab his phone and take it from his bag. I look up at him and see that he looks pissed. "Put my phone down!" He yells as he reaches for the device.
"Hey, come on man, back off." I hear Stiles say as he grabs Scott's shoulder. Suddenly, Scott turns on Stiles and slams him into the wall. He brought his arm back, ready to punch him.
"Scott!" I call out, standing from the bed. He lowers his fist, but knocks over the rolling chair. Scott is breathing heavily as tension settles in the room.
"I-I'm sorry." Scott says. "I-I gotta go get ready for that party." He says as he walks to the bed to get his backpack. I back away from him, making sure I don't get in his way. He looks at me with a hurt expression. He walks to the bedroom door and turns back to us. "I'm sorry." He says before leaving. After the door closes, Stiles picks up his chair and put it upright. I see him looking at the back of the chair in fear.
"What is it?" I ask him. He swivels the chair around so I can see what he does. The back of the chair has scratch marks where Scott had hit it. Oh God. Does this mean that the supernatural is real? "That can't be good." I look up to Stiles and notice he's breathing heavily. "Hey, you okay?" I ask as I put a hand on his shoulder. His eyes meet mine.
"Yeah, yeah, I'll be fine." He answers. "We definitely need to keep an eye on him at the party." I nod and go to my bag. I pull out the outfit I plan to wear tonight.
"Mind if I use your bathroom?" I ask him. His mouth hangs open and staring at me. "Yes? No? Can I have an answer?" Still nothing. "Or I could change right in front of you." That seems to have snapped him out of his daze.
"No, yeah. Yeah, you can use the bathroom." He says. "You know where it is, right?" He asks me. I scoff.
"How many times have I been in your house, Stiles? I know it so well, it might as well be mine." I say as I leave his room and go down the hall. Once in the bathroom, I change into my outfit for the party. A pair of dark jeans, a black camisole top with black lace on the trim, maroon flats, and a dressy maroon blazer. I look at myself in the mirror and make sure that my hair looks decent. I don't really wear jewelry or makeup, so I have nothing else to do to get ready. I exit the bathroom and head back to Stiles' room. I knock on the door, in case he's still changing. "You decent?"
"Yeah, but I need a bit of help with something." He says as I open the door. I walk in and see that he's shirtless. I feel my cheeks heat up as I go to my bag. I put the clothes I changed out of in my bag and turned back to my friend. I see him smiling at me. "Are you blushing?" He asks with a smile. I giggle then clear my throat.
"What do you need help with?" I ask, smiling.
"Well, I don't know what shirt to wear. How dressy should I get?" He says.
"What do you have?" I ask. He pulls out a couple of shirts on hangers and sets them on the bed. "Okay, do you have a blazer?" He rushes back to his closet and hands me a light grey blazer. I hold it out in front of the different shirts he had on the bed. "Hmmm. Are you gonna wear a tie?" I ask.
"I don't know, should I?" He asks. "I only have a black one." I set the blazer between a navy blue button up shirt, and a light purple button up shirt. Which one would look better with a black tie?
"Are you gonna wear the blazer while you're at the party?" I ask.
"I'm probably going to take it of as soon as I get there." He says.
"Alright then." I say picking up the purple shirt. "This one." I say, holding it out to him. He quickly puts the shirt on and then the tie. By the time we're ready, it's dark out. I text my dad saying that I'll be going to the party and that I might stay at a friend's house tonight. He answers back with a joke about practicing safety. Ha ha, very funny. I'm not having sex tonight. Maybe I'll never have sex. To be honest I at least want to make out with someone before I die.
"Ready?" Stiles asks me. I look up at him from my seat on his bed.
"Yeah. Hey, can I leave my stuff here? I don't wanna carry it around at the party." I ask him.
"Sure." He answers. "Come on. We gotta get there when Scott does." He says.
"Yup. Let's go." I stand up and we head over to the party. We get inside and Stiles takes his blazer off to hang it in one of the closets by the door. He reaches for me to give him mine to hang up, and I just shake my head. "I'll just keep it on." I say over the buzz of people talking. He snickers at me with his hand still out.
"Why would you keep it on? It's gonna be extremely hot in this house with all these people here." He says. I shake my head and start looking at the people around us. I feel someone stand in front of me, I turn my gaze to the person and realize that it's Stiles. "Are you really gonna be self conscious about your shoulder right now?" I guess he knows me pretty well. Ever since Buckbeak clawed into my shoulder, I have tried to keep it covered in public. The only time I don't is when I'm over at my house, Stile, or Scott's place. "You shouldn't be." I stay silent as I keep my eyes on his. "You helped an animal, and the animal was so gracious that it decided to stay with you. It accidentally hurt you in the process of staying, but I think it's amazing." He finishes with a smile. "You should be proud of those scars." He gestures to my right shoulder, where the scars are. "Now, come on. Hand me your blazer before you pass out from the heat." I look around me again and sigh. I guess it wouldn't be too bad. I reach up and start taking my blazer off. Once it's off, I hand it to Stiles. He smiles and hangs it up with his. He then puts an arm around my shoulder and leads me into the crowd of people.
We end up finding a few people to talk to. Stiles stands to my left and leans on a table in the hallway. Every time someone asked about my scars, he would change the subject. I am so happy he's my friend. My dreams hope he ends up becoming more, but I won't hold my breath. As I start to get more comfortable, I see someone stumbling towards us. As the person gets closer I see that it's Scott.
"Scott, you alright?" I ask. He doesn't answer me. He just stumbles past us to the door. Stiles and I follow him, grabbing our blazers before leaving. We get outside and see him drive away. I look around and see Allison getting into a car with Derek. Both of us run to the Jeep and speed off to Scott's house. All of the traffic lights we hit are red. This is so stressful and frustrating. Hopefully we can get there in time to help Scott. Once we parked in the driveway we rushed inside and up to Scott's room. Stiles bangs on the door.
"Scott! It's us!" Stiles says. The door is opened, but only a crack.
"Come on! Let us in, Scott!" I yell through the cracked open door. "We can help!"
"No! Listen, you gotta find Allison." Scott says breathing heavily.
"She's fine, alright?" Stiles says.
"Yeah, I saw her get a ride from the party." I say.
"See? She's totally fine." Stiles adds.
"No! I think I know who it is." Scott says, still not opening the door.
"Just let us in!" Stiles yells. "We can try-"
"It's Derek!" Scott yells at us. "Derek Hale is the werewolf! He's the one that bit me! He's the one that killed the girl in the woods."
"Oh my God." I say. Stiles looks to me with a questioning expression. "Derek's the one who drove Allison from the party." Scott slams the door completely shut on us. Stiles keeps trying to open the door, but it's no use.
"Scott!" He calls through the door. There is no answer from the other side. Seconds later we hear a growl from outside. We look at each other and decide that it was Scott. We head outside, but Scott is nowhere to be seen.
"He's probably going after Derek. We should check on Allison." I say. He nods at my idea and we get in the Jeep and speed off to Allison's house. We drive up to the front door and get out after parking. Both of us jump out and run up to the door. Stiles rings the doorbell a couple times, and we wait the agonizing few seconds until someone answers the door. I tap my foot on the ground and bite my bottom lip. Allison's mom answers the door.
"Hi, Mrs. Argent." Stiles greets. "Um. You have no idea who we are."
"We're friends of your daughter's." I say
"Look, this is gonna sound kinda crazy. Um, really crazy, actually." Stiles continues. "You know what? Crazy doesn't-" Mrs. Argent turns around and calls out for Allison. Stiles and I look up to the second floor to see Allison walk out. I sigh in relief, but I'm a bit confused. Derek actually brought her home?
"We just wanted to make sure you got home okay." I say, to make it seem like we weren't crazy people.
"Yeah, I got a ride from some guy." She answers.
"Alright then. I guess we'll go then." I say. Turning the stunned Stiles towards the driveway. "Have a nice night." I turn and push Stiles towards the Jeep. We get in and turn to each other. "Stiles. We should probably go find Scott." I suggest. He's snapped out of his shock and starts up the Jeep.
We look around town for hours. Then, as the sun comes up, we head out to the reserve. Why didn't we just come out here first? After all, this is where we ran into Derek before. We travel down the road in silence, looking for any sign of Scott. Soon, we see him walking on the side of the road. As we drive up next to him he looks back at us. Stiles stops the Jeep and I crawl into the backseat so Scott can get in the passenger seat. Stiles takes off his blazer and hands it to the topless Scott. Then, we start driving back to town.
"You know what actually worries me the most?" Scott says.
"If you say Allison, I'm gonna punch you in the head." Stiles says. I lightly hit him on the shoulder.
"Stop it." I tell him.
"She probably hates me now." Scott says. Stiles scoffs.
"She doesn't hate you." I say, trying to console him. "But you might wanna come up with a pretty amazing apology."
"Or, you know, you could just tell her the truth, and revel in the awesomeness of the fact that you're a frickin' werewolf." Stiles suggests. Scott and I just look at him. "Okay, bad idea." I look to Scott and he's shaking his head in defeat.
"We'll get through this, Scotty." I say messing up his already messy hair.
"If we have to, I'll chain you up on full moon nights, and Ty can feed you live mice." Stiles says. "Like she does Buckbeak." Scott lets out a little laugh, and I smile.
We drop Scott off at his house, then we head to Stiles' place. We walk up to his room in silence. He opens the door for me to go in and grab my bag. We then leave again so Stiles can drop me off at home. He pulls up to my house and I turn to him.
"Thanks." I say. He looks confused.
"For dropping you at home?" He snickers. "I do that all the time."
"No, I mean at the party." I say. "Thank you for the confidence boost." I explain. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
"Ah, it was nothin'." He says, waving it off.
"Not to me." I say. He just looks at me. I lean over and place a kiss on his cheek before getting out of the Jeep. I close the door and take my blazer off. I turn back to the Jeep and wave. "See ya later." I say before turning back to my house and running to the door.
That weekend, Stiles didn't text me or answer my texts. I texted Scott, and he said he didn't know why Stiles wasn't talking to me. What is up with him? Did I do something wrong? All I did was thank him. And it's not like I kissed him on the lips. He is so getting yelled at when I get to school on Monday.
Monday came and dad drove me to school. I get out and start my mission. I storm around to find Stiles by Scott's locker, talking to him. I b-line it to him and slam him against the lockers. He looks a bit taken back by my actions.
"What is wrong with you?" I ask him. "No texts, no communication whatsoever." He still seems confused. "What did I do to cause you to cut off communication completely?" He didn't really answer me. I let out a sound of frustration and shove him aside. "Fine, don't answer me. Just get out of my way. I need to get into my locker. We didn't talk the rest of the day, and it was killing me. Scott, Stiles, and I hang out by the locker room before their practice. I talk to Scott, but totally ignore Stiles saying anything to me. Scott can feel the tension and heads in to gear up, leaving Stiles and I in the hallway.
"Hey," He says. I look away, down the hall. "Hey, can you look at me a second." I snap my head to look at him.
"Doesn't feel good, does it?" I ask him.
"No, and I'm sorry." He says, rubbing the back of his neck. "I was thinking things through, and trying to finish some homework." I cross my arms in front of me and glare at him. "Nothing's wrong, and I'm really sorry. Can we just go back to talking to each other?" He asks. I let out a sigh and uncross my arms. I can't stay mad at him.
"Fine, but you try that shit again, and I will seriously be reconsidering our friendship." I say. A smile grows on his face.
"Sounds fair." He agrees. His smile causes me to smile, and he pulls me into a hug. I breathe in his scent, and I calm down. I could fall asleep right here in his arms. "Ty, I gotta get to practice." He says as he unwraps me from his torso. "You gonna watch?" He asks me.
"I actually have to go to work." I answer. "My dad's picking me up soon." He nods. "Well, I better head out front. I can't keep him waiting forever."
"Yeah, yeah. I'll see ya later." He says as he heads into the locker room. I walk to the front of the school with a huge smile on my face.
A/N: Thank you guys for reading. I would really like to know what you think about my story so far. Do you like Ty. What do you think will happen with her?