Lunatic
It had been a few days since everything that went down at school. My hand was healing pretty nicely and all of the bruises were going away. But I couldn't say the same for Scott.
"What exactly are we doing?" I asked, trying to avoid getting hit with a tree branch.
"Can you at least tell us where we're going? My mom is in a constant state of freak out from what happened at the school." Scott added as we marched through the woods.
"Yeah well your mom isn't the sheriff. There's no comparison trust me." Stiles retorted.
"...at least you guys have parents that worry about you.." I mumbled, "Will you just tell us what we're doing out here?" I spoke up.
"When your best friend gets dumped-"
"I didn't get dumped!" Scott cut in. "We're taking a break."
"All right, well, when your best friend gets told by his girlfriend that they're taking a break...You get your best friend drunk." Stiles said as he waved a bottle of Jack Daniels in our faces.
After a couple of chugs of the bottle, Stiles was completely gone. "She's just one girl. There's so many girls, so many girls in the sea." Stiles slurred as he lay on the dirt floor and rested his head on a boulder.
"It's fish in the sea.." I corrected. I was still on meds so I didn't want to mix that with alcohol. Meanwhile, Scott was sitting on a boulder and was sulking about his "break" with Allison.
"Fish? Why are you talking about fish? I'm talking about girls," drunk Stiles sighed, "Especially ones with strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, five foot three-"
"Like Lydia." Scott chimed in. Stiles looked at him surprised at how he knew who he was talking about. However, Scott and I very well knew who he was talking about.
"Exactly. Hey, how did you know I was talking about—about, what was I talking about? Hey you aren't happy! Take a drink!" Stiles shoved the bottle to Scott.
"I don't want anymore..." Scott refused. Stiles turned to me and waved the bottle in front of my face.
"Someone has to drive." I replied.
"You're not drunk?" Stiles turned to Scott again, cocking his head.
"I'm not anything." He replied gloomily.
"Am I drunk?" Stiles slurred.
"You're totally wasted." I laughed.
"Yeah!" Stiles cheered and motioned for a fist bump, "Come on, Scott, I know it feels bad. I know it hurts. I know. Well, I don't know. But I know this. I know that as much as being broken up hurts, being alone is way worse.." It took me a second to realize what Stiles was saying and turned to give him a confused look. He laughed "That didn't make any sense...I need a drink," and reached for the bottle of Jack, but out of nowhere an unfamiliar arm grabbed the bottle. I looked up and saw two men in tattered clothes.
"Well, look at the three little bitches getting their drink on." One of the men said as he swished the alcohol in the bottle around.
"Give us the bottle back." Scott demanded.
"Sounds like he wants a drink!" The shorter one howled.
"I want the bottle." Scott demanded in a more serious tone.
"Scott, maybe we should just go." I suggested, feeling uneasy about the whole situation.
"Stiles brought me here to get me drunk. I'm not drunk yet. Give me the bottle." He growled. The man scoffed and seemed unphased, but Scott repeated for them to give him the bottle and this time I noticed his claws coming out and looked to Stiles who also noticed.
"Scott..." Stiles said in a sober voice.
Fear came over the man's face and he handed Scott the bottle with a shaky hand. He quickly threw the bottle at a tree, shattering it. The two men ran away and Scott turned his back and walked away. I helped Stiles up and ran to catch up with Scott.
"Okay, please tell me that was because of the breakup." I quickly asked.
"..Or 'cause tomorrow's the full moon." Stiles added as we reached my car. "Going home now ehh?" He said and fell into the passenger seat.
It was Monday and the school was finally reopened. I took a deep breath before entering that dreadful building. And as soon as I entered I heard various conversations talking about what happened that night. I expected everyone to be staring at me so I just walked as fast as I could through the halls with my head down the whole time. I reached my locker and saw Lydia and Allison walking together; we made eye contact for a split second and I could tell she was talking about her breakup with Scott.
I slammed my locker and made my way to my testing site. I ran into Scott at the door "How are you doing?" I asked.
"I've been better.." Scott sulked.
I saw Stiles and went to go sit next to him "..hungover?"
"A little.." he laughed.
I looked around for Scott and saw him making his way towards Allison, he was about to talk to her when Mr. Harris cut in "Mr. McCall please take a seat."
"You've got forty five minutes to complete this test. Twenty five percent of your grade can be earned by writing your name on the cover of the blue book. However, as happens every year, one of you will inexplicably fail to put your name on the cover and I'll be left yet again to be questioning my decision to ever become a teacher. So let's get the disappointment over with and begin." Mr. Harris' thumb pressed down on the stopwatch and the countdown began.
Not long after the test began he was suddenly calling after Scott. I looked up from my test to see Scott rushing out of the room. I looked to Stiles and almost instantly the both of us ran after him, ignoring Mr. Harris' yells.
We ran out and see Scott's backpack lying in the middle of the hallway. I picked it up as Stiles tried calling his phone. We could barely hear it ringing and quickly follow the sound into the locker rooms.
"Scott..." I called out as we cautiously entered the locker room. I could hear the sound of the showers and walked deeper into the locker room with Stiles close behind. I let out a sigh of relief when I saw a shirtless Scott standing under the shower, his head leaning against tiles. He shut the shower off and looked at Stiles and I as he heavily breathed.
"Stiles-" Scott gasped, "I can't-"
"Are you changing?"
"No, I can't breathe-" Stiles grabbed Scott's backpack from me and unzipped a pocket and gave Scott his inhaler. He inhaled and his breathing calmed. " I was having an asthma attack?" He said in disbelief.
"No, a panic attack. But thinking you were having an asthma attack actually stopped the panic attack ." Stiles explained.
"Ironic." I chimed in, "How did you know to do that?" I asked.
"I used to get them after my mom died. Not fun, huh?" Stiles said.
"I looked at her, and it was like someone hit me in the ribs with a hammer."
"Yeah, it's called heartbreak. About 2 billion songs written about it." I pursed my lips.
"I can't stop thinking about her..."
"Well, you could think about this. Her dad's a werewolf hunter, and you're a werewolf, so it was bound to become an issue." Stiles retorted.
"...That wasn't helpful." I shot Stiles a look. "Dude, I mean, yeah, you got dumped, and it's supposed to suck." I added
"No, that's not it...It was like I could feel everything in the room, everyone else's emotions." Scott explained.
"It's got to be the full moon...So we'll lock you up in your room later just like we planned." Stiles suggested.
"That way the Alpha, who is your boss, can't get to you, either." I emphasized on "boss".
"I think we need to do a lot more than lock me in my room." Scott replied.
"What, you mean because if you get out, you'd be caught by hunters?" Stiles retorted.
Scott had a serious look on my face as he looked at Stiles and I, "No. Because if I get out I think I might kill someone."
The rest of the day proceeded as usual as it could get. Scott was a sad heartbroken werewolf all day and Stiles and I tried making him feel better as much as we could. Before long the bell rang for school to be out I headed to the locker rooms to get ready for lacrosse practice.
"All right, geniuses, listen up!" Coach Finstock yelled. "Due to the recent pinkeye epidemic-Thank you, Greenberg-the following people have made first line on a probationary basis, emphasis on the word "probationary." Rodriguez. Welcome to first line. Fraiser, and uh Oh, for the love of crap." Coach groaned as he eyed his clipboard, "I can't even read my own writing. What is that, an "s"?" Stiles suddenly reached out and clenched my hand and I saw him looking at the coach with big eyes hoping for his name to be called. "No, no, that's not an "s." That's a-that's a-That's a "b.."It's definitely a "b." Uh, Rodriguez, Fraiser, and, uh Bilinski."
Stiles' grip on my hand tightened and I had to thump him on the head to make him stop. He looked at Scott and I with a big grin and loudly cheered. "Woooooh!" he exclaimed as everyone looked at him with annoyed expressions.
"Bilinski!" The coach yelled.
"Yes?"
"Shut up!"
"Yes, sir." Stiles replied and sat back down.
"Stiles." Scott said.
"It's Biles. Call me Biles, or I swear to God I'll kill you."
"One more thing. From here on out, immediately, we're switching to co-captains. Congratulations, McCall."
"What?!" Jackson suddenly exclaimed.
"What do you mean what? Jackson, this takes nothing away from you. This is about combining separate strengths into one unit. This is about taking your unit, McCall's unit; we're making one big unit. McCall, it's you and Jackson now. Everybody else asses on the field!" Coach Finstock yelled.
"Dude, can you believe this? You're a captain, Andy's a midfielder and I'm first line! I'm first freaking line!" Stiles excitedly yelled as we made our way to the field, "Are you not freaking out? I'm freaking out."
"What's the point? It's just a stupid title. And I could practically smell the jealousy in there."
I raised an eyebrow and stopped Scott, "Wait, you smelled jealousy?"
"Yeah, it's like the full moon's turned everything up to ten."
"Can you pick up on stuff like, I don't know, desire?" Stiles suddenly asked.
"Oh boy.." I sighed knowing exactly where this was going.
"What do you mean desire?" Scott blankly asked. "Like sexual desire?"
"Sexual desire?" Scott said in disbelief.
"Yeah, sexual desire. Lust, passion, arousal." Stiles replied and rolled my "R" as he said arousal.
"From Lydia?" Scott slowly said.
"What? No, in a general, broad sense, can you determine sexual desire?"
"From Lydia to you?" I cut in.
"Fine, yes, from Lydia to me." Stiles finally admitted. "Look, I need to know if I have a chance with this girl, okay? I've been obsessing over her since the third freakin' grade."
"Why don't you just ask her?" Scott suggested. "Well, to save myself utterly crushing humiliation. Thank you, Scott. Okay? So, please, can you just go up and ask her if she likes me? See if her heartbeat rises, - pheromones come out."
"Fine." Scott gave in.
"We-I love you.-I love you. You're my best friend in the whole world." Stiles said with big puppy dog eyes. As Scott trailed off to find Lydia, Stiles and I continued to the field and the whole time I felt like my ear was going to fall off from how much he was talking.
"Oh thank god." I sighed when I saw Scott walking towards us.
"Hey! What happened?!" Stiles hastily asked him.
"What?" Scott dumbly replied.
"What do you mean, what? Did you ask her? Did she say anything? Did she say she liked me?! Did she imply she liked me?!" Stiles went on.
"Yeah-yeah she likes you...in fact she's totally into you." Scott replied nonchalantly.
Stiles was dumbfounded and began to mumble incoherent things again much to my dismay. Suddenly the coach blew his whistle and everyone lined up.
"Let's go, next!" The coach yelled.
"Scott, you okay, dude?" I whispered to him. "Look, I know we just got good news and all, - but there's still seven hours till the full moon, okay?" Stiles chimed in.
"Let's go!" Coach Finstock yelled again and Scott ran forward only to be taken down by a couple of Jackson's lackeys. The coach let out an obnoxious laugh before going over to Scott, "Guess some people don't appreciate your new status there, McCall."
"Who's next? Let's go!"
"Stiles. That's you..go." I ordered and pushed him forward.
"You have a problem with that, Bilinski?" The coach said, as Stiles blankly stood there.
"What? Yeah, no." He finally replied.
"All right, you're up, big boy."
Stiles was getting ready to go before Scott came back and shoved him back.
"That's it, McCall! That's the spirit! You earn it!-Earn it McCall!" The coach instigated. Scott started again and charged at the two lackeys knocking them both over, he got to Danny and bashed him with the end of his stick.
"Scott!" I yelled and everyone quickly rushed over to Danny's side, crowding around him and asking if he was alright.
"Danny you alright?" I asked as another teammate took his helmet off to examine the damage. Luckily it was only a nose bleed. I looked up and surprisingly saw Lydia there-with her lipstick messed up. Jackson noticed it as well, "..your lipstick." He pointed out.
"Oh" Lydia replied and pulled out her compact mirror, "..wonder how that happened." She dumbly said. My eyebrows furrowed when a thought came across my mind and I shook it off and looked away before catching Stiles' expression and realized he was thinking the same thing.
The full moon was finally getting nearer and when Stiles picked me up from my house it was nothing but silence as compared to earlier when he couldn't stop talking.
"..Don't suppose you overheard Jackson and Lydia earlier?" I spoke up.
Stiles had a bitter expression, "Can we..just not talk about that.." he replied.
"You know...it's probably just the full moon.." I persisted.
"Can you drop it?" Stiles groaned.
"..sorry.." I apologized and just looked straight ahead as we finally pulled up to Scott's house. There was just silence as I got out of the car and Stiles pulled out a black duffle bag from his trunk. Walking up the porch Stiles pulled out a copy of the front door key, "You have one too?" I remarked as he unlocked the door.
"Scott?" Melissa called out from another room.
"It's Andy and Stiles." I called back as she walked out from the other room giving us weird looks. Stiles flashed her the copy of his key, "I had one made" and roughly dropped the duffle bag on the floor, making a hard thud sound.
"That doesn't surprise me. It scares me, but it doesn't surprise me...What is that?"
"Uh, school project." I suddenly lied.
"Mhmmm.." Melissa replied, giving me an unsure look, "you guys, he's okay, right?" She asked, changing the subject.
"Who? Scott? Yeah. Totally." Stiles scoffed and scratched his head.
"...He just doesn't talk to me that much anymore...not like he used to."
"Well, he's had a bit of a rough week." I replied.
"Yeah..I get it, um Okay, uh - Be careful tonight."
"Tonight? Why tonight?" I hastily asked.
"Full moon." Melissa added, shuffling through her purse.
"Y—What?" Stiles immediately reacted. His eyes grew wide and he had a big grin on his face to try and hide his nervousness.
"It's a full moon tonight," she laughed, "you should see how the ER gets; it brings out all the nut jobs."
"Oh." Stiles and I replied nervously.
"Yeah, it's actually where they came up with the word lunatic." Melissa explained as she walked out of the house.
"That wasn't awkward.." I sighed as soon as Scott's mom left.
"..well I guess we should go wait for Scott." Stiles suggested as we made our way up stairs. We got to Scott's room and Stiles opened the door and flipped on the light.
"Oh my god!" I gasped when I saw Scott creepily sitting on an armchair with a sinister look on his face.
"Dude, don't go all scary Derek on me like that." Stiles exclaimed as he put a hand on his chest.
"Your mom said you weren't home yet." I explained.
"I came in through the window." Scott creepily replied.
"Okay. Uh, well, let's get this set up. I want you to see what I bought." Stiles said as he shuffled through the duffle bag.
"I'm fine. I'm just gonna lock the door and go to bed early tonight." Scott insisted,emotionless.
"You sure about that? Cause you've got this kind of serial killer look going on in your eyes, and I'm hoping it's the full moon taking effect, 'cause it's really starting to freak me out." Stiles worried.
"Yeah Scott," I nodded, "I agree with Stiles. Are you sure you're ok?"
"I'll be fine." Scott said and eyed me, "You should go now." Scott urged, his voice empty.
"Alright, we'll leave."
"What?" I nudged Stiles.
"Can you at least look in the bag, see what I bought? Maybe you use it, maybe you don't." Scott slowly got up and crept over to the duffle bag. He bent down and stuck his hand inside picking up some chains.
"You think I'm going to let you put these on me? Chain me up like a dog?" He spat.
"Actually no." Stiles retorted and suddenly rushed forward, grabbed Scott's wrist, and attached him to the radiator with a pair of handcuffs. Scott yelled, trying to break free. "What the hell are you doing?!"
"Protecting you from yourself...and getting a little payback for making out with Lydia." Stiles smirked and rushed out of the room leaving me with Scott. I was in the door way with my back against the frame, "Andy come on just let me out..it's just the full moon..I'm not going hurt anyone...trust me." he pleaded.
"Scott..you know I can't do that.." I sighed. I could see him struggling from the corner of my eye and I couldn't help but feel bad. All of a sudden Stiles returned with a bottle of water and a doggy bowl with Scott's name on it.
"Stiles." I said and gave him a look of disbelief, "I think you're taking this a little too far."
"I brought you some water." Stiles grinned as he poured the water into the bowl and placed it in front of Scott.
"I'm gonna kill you!" Scott growled as he threw the bowl of water at him.
"You kissed her, Scott, okay? You kissed Lydia. That's, like, the one girl that I ev-" Stiles ranted.
"She kissed me." Scott cut in.
"What?" Stiles said in disbelief.
"I didn't kiss her. She kissed me. She would have done a lot more, too. You should have seen the way she had her hands all over me. She would have done anything I wanted. Anything!" He roared.
"Scott!" I shouted and shook my head at him before I could hear Stiles storming out of the room.
"Stiles-" I tried. But he just shook his head and looked at the ground. I sighed and put a hand on his shoulder to try and comfort him before getting up and rushing into Scott's room, "You know, the past three hours, I've been thinking, it's probably just the full moon, you know, he doesn't even know what he's doing, and tomorrow, he'll be totally back to normal. He probably won't even remember what a complete dumbass he's been. A son of a bitch, a freaking unbelievable piece of crap friend." I ranted.
"Wow..." Scott smirked, "Look who's finally speaking up. Look who's not being swallowed into the background and finally standing up for himself. Andy, you'll always just be known as "Stiles and Scott's other friend." You're nothing special."
I shook my head, "...Scott-" I said, my voice breaking.
"When I get free...I'm going to show you true power." Scott said in a low devilish voice. I ran out of the room and slammed the door behind me. I put my back against the opposite wall of Stiles and sunk down. "I don't know if I should kick his ass or feel sorry for him.." I said out loud.
Another hour had passed and Stiles and I were still sitting outside of Scott's room. We heard him grunting and struggling to get free.
"Guys..please let me out. It's the full moon, I swear. You know I wouldn't do any of this on purpose. Please..let me out." He desperately pleaded.
"We..can't" My voice cracked.
"It's starting to hurt. It's not like the first time. It's the full moon. It's Allison breaking up with me. I know that it's not just taking a break. She broke up with me. And it's killing me. I feel completely hopeless. Just, please, let me out.." Scott sounded helpless.
"I'm sorry Scott..." Stiles replied.
I could hear his breathing get heavy and the rattling the handcuffs, "No, no, no!" He repeated before he began screaming out in pain. Stiles and I tightly covered our ears to block out the screams. Then all of the sudden there was silence: no screams, no rattling of the handcuffs, no sounds. I uncovered my ears and Stiles and I exchanged looks, "Scott, you okay?" Stiles asked but there was no reply.
"Scott?" I called out as Stiles and I got up and slowly opened his door and saw broken handcuffs covered in blood.
"Ok you stay here while I go out and look for him." Stiles suggested.
"Stay here?!" I exclaimed, "I'm going with you!"
"Someone should stay here if he comes back."
"And if he does?!" I yelled.
"Just call me." Stiles nonchalantly shrugged and rushed out of the room. I was left alone; in the middle of the night. Every kind of sound made me get more and more nervous.
"God Scott...what have you gotten us into..."
I decided to call Stiles not too long after he left,"Pick up, pick up, pick up. " I panicked but he didn't answer. I felt like I was waiting for an eternity all of a sudden I see two shadows appear. I expected to see Scott and Stiles but was surprised when I saw Derek instead of Stiles. "Derek?!" I said with wide eyes and went over to help him with Scott. "Y-You-Blood everywhere-" I stuttered.
"..I can heal remember?" Derek replied with a smile and turned around to leave before Scott spoke up, "wait.."
"I..I can't do this. I can't be this and be with Allison. I need you to tell me the truth, is there a cure?" Scott asked.
"For someone who was bitten? I've heard of one. I don't know if it's true."
"Well what is it?!" Scott demanded.
"You have to kill the one that bit you.." Derek explained.
"Kill the alpha?" Scott and I said in disbelief.
"Scott if you help me find him...I'll help you kill him." Derek replied.
Stiles wasn't coming back anytime soon and Scott was having an explosion of emotions so I had no choice but to have Derek drop me off at home. It was pretty late when he pulled into the empty driveway and parked.
"Whoever lives with you doesn't care you come home this late?" Derek asked.
"Nope..." I sighed, "As long as I'm not dying or dead that's all they care about.."
"Oh..I'm sorry.." Derek replied.
"It's alright..it's got it's perks sometimes." I half smiled and began to leave his car. All of a sudden I heard the driver's door close and turned to see Derek making his way towards me.
"Can't risk anything." He grinned. We walked in silence as we followed the sidewalk and then up the trail that went up to my porch.
"I can handle myself you know." I smirked.
"I've seen you in the back of an ambulance too many times. It's always good to be safe." Derek replied with a smile in return. Which was probably the first time I've seen any other kind of expression on his face besides serial killer and grumpy cat.
"You should smile more often." I huffed.
All of a sudden the warmth in my body moved to one place and my breath was taken away. My eyes naturally closed as I felt warm arm wrap around my body and pull me in tighter. When he pulled away I opened my eyes and saw Derek mere inches away from my own. I could really get a good look at his face and study everything about it.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to it just-" He began.
"No." I interrupted him, finally able to speak. "That was-That was good." I slightly chuckled making him laugh.
"I should probably go." He nervously scratched his head and began to walk away.
But before he could get far I spoke up to stop him, "You know-"
He quickly stopped and turned around.
"-No thanks to my friends and I...you're a wanted fugitive now." I sheepishly grinned, "I've still got that extra bedroom."
Derek's eyes squinted, "Do you?" He nodded with a smirk.
"I've got ice cream...and Netflix." I continued.
"You had me at ice cream." He laughed and walked back.
I fiddled with my keychain and pulled out my house key and quickly unlocked the door. I always thought of this house as just somewhere I slept and ate but with Derek here it felt a little more safe.
"Maybe I could sleep in another room this time.." he suddenly suggested.
"Sure, there's another guest room." I blankly replied.
Derek let out a "hmm" and came behind me. He was slowly leading me to a different room. I noticed we were headed to mine.
"What about this room?" He whispered.