Hovering her hands over Stiles's, Leah raised an eyebrow at Stiles, challenging him. Stiles raised his eyebrows back at hers. His eyes darted down to her hands for a split second before looking back at her. In a second, Stiles moved his hands, flipping them over to try and slap Leah's hands. But Leah pulled her hands back a split second before Stiles was able to hit her hands.
Leah let out a satisfied laugh, leaning back as she did a little celebratory fist pump motion. At the motion, Stiles let his head drop forward, letting out a sigh of frustration. They had been sitting across from each other at the mechanic's shop for over an hour, waiting for Stiles's Jeep to be finished. There wasn't a lot to do to entertain themselves, but they had tried their best.
"Alright, alright, stop gloating." Stiles picked up his head, making a face at Leah as she gave him a self satisfied smirk. Stiles squinted at her as Leah raised her shoulders up before letting them drop with a sigh. The two fell into a comfortable silence, looking around the mechanic's waiting area. Stiles looked to where Tucker was working under his Jeep, the sound of muffled rock music coming from inside the garage.
"I'm gonna go see what's taking him so long." Stiles uncrossed his legs and pushed to his feet, getting a little annoyed with how long they had been waiting for Tucker to put in a new starter.
"I am going to go get some snacks from the gas station down the street." Leah announced, twisting around so she could stand up next to Stiles. "Want anything specific?" She asked, raising her eyebrows at him.
"Uh, no." Stiles shook his head slightly, "But thanks." Leah nodded at him before reaching down to pick up her backpack. She slung it over her shoulder and walked past him, patting his chest as she went,
"Let me know if anything changes." She said in passing. Stiles raised his eyebrows and turned around to watch her walk out of the mechanic's.
The door shut behind Leah and she started to walk for the gas station. It wasn't too far - being the same one where she saw Derek get jumped by Argent several weeks back. She had been waiting with Stiles for a pretty long time and she was beginning to get a little hungry, both of them having missed dinner. She hoped Stiles could handle Tucker on his own, not wanting him to mouth off and say something to make them have to wait longer.
But it was nice to spend some alone time together. They entertained themselves with things they used to do growing up: thumb wars, Cat's Cradle - Leah had found some string behind the desk in the waiting room, rock paper scissors, and the hand slapping game. There wasn't a lot of talking, mostly just the two of them enjoying each other's company, forgetting about how and why they had gotten there.
Neither one of them had heard from Scott concerning Boyd, but to be completely honest, neither of them cared enough to reach out. Boyd made his own decisions and if he made the wrong one, then it wasn't up to them to try and fix it - at least that's how Leah viewed it. And since Stiles wasn't too eager in calling to check up, she figured that's what Stiles thought too.
Leah paid the gas station cashier for her items, waving her hand at the offered plastic bag and putting her candy, water and chips into her backpack. She had even picked up something for Stiles, knowing that he would eventually start complaining about being hungry.
By the time Leah got back to the mechanic's, she was hoping that Stiles's Jeep would be finished. Not that she was eager to get home, but she did have homework to do and knew that Stiles did as well. As she pulled open the door to the mechanic's, Leah fired off a quick text to her aunt, asking if there was anyway she could come pick the two of them up.
From his position on the floor, Stiles saw Leah's sneakers come into view, pointing straight at him. His face was pressed into the carpet, but he still managed to roll his eyes up to see Leah staring back down at him, phone in one hand, a Twizzler in the other,
"What the fuck?" Leah asked, brows raising up at the sight of her boyfriend on the ground.
"Just felt like laying on the floor, you know?" Stiles started sarcastically before continuing in the same breath, "I'm paralyzed, Barbie."
Leah made a face and looked around herself, "How?" She asked, looking back down at Stiles. Stiles rolled his eyes towards the garage, getting Leah to follow his gaze. He heard her take in a sudden, sharp breath at the crushed mechanic.
"The cops are coming, you need to help me up." Stiles quickly instructed Leah. Leah didn't respond, still focused on the scene in the garage, "Hey-!" Stiles tried to get her attention, but Leah had other things to worry about. Her stomach rolled and Stiles watched her quickly hop over him and out of view, only to hear the sound of her vomiting a few seconds later. Stiles made a face of disgust before feeling himself being lifted off of the floor.
Leah managed to move Stiles over to the chairs, letting him flop down in one. His head lolled back, giving him a view of the popcorn ceiling as Leah reached down to scoop up his phone. Stiles felt feeling return in his legs and soon he was able to move his legs. Leah sat down next to him and used her hand to support his head so he could look at her,
"What paralyzed you?"
"Remember that thing you were telling me about?" Stiles asked, raising his eyebrows, "That was in the Lahey house?"
"Yeah…"
"It was here. It killed the mechanic." Stiles simply explained, Leah made a disgusted face, "And to make sure I watched it happen, it paralyzed me."
"What kind of creature does that?" Leah asked, brow furrowing. The rest of the lizard monster toxin was wearing off and Stiles could feel his torso and arms again.
Suddenly the red and blue lights of squad cars bounced off the windows of the mechanic's. Leah let go of Stiles's head, but luckily he was able to hold his head up on his own again. She helped him to his feet, steadying him as the sheriff and Tara came through the front doors, hands at their holsters. At the sight of the two teens, both of the adults shared an exasperated look as Stiles and Leah tried to look innocent.
Once outside, Stiles went over to the ambulance, sitting on the edge with his dad as Tara took Leah off to the side, standing underneath the neon sign. A slight drizzle began to fall down around the Kane ladies, the raindrops pattering off of Tara's deputy jacket. Leah watched her dad go into the garage with the rest of his crew, already knowing what they would find.
"Leah," Tara's serious tone got Leah's attention. Her mom had obviously asked her a question that Leah hadn't heard; she wasn't paying attention. Leah raised her eyebrows at her mom, waiting for the question to be repeated,
"Where were you?" Tara asked again, raising her eyebrows, arms crossing over her chest.
"Uh," Leah reached up to scratch at her temple, eyes going to look away from her mom as she tried to remember where she went, "I was outside." Leah settled on, looking back at her mom.
"And you didn't see anyone go into the garage?"
"No." Leah shook her head, taking in a breath, "I texted Stella, asking for a ride home, came back inside and saw the mechanic with Stiles."
"Stiles went in before you?"
"Yeah." Leah nodded, "Just like a second before me." She clarified, looking over to where Stiles was rubbing at his palm while talking to his dad.
"Listen, honey, if you saw anyone go in there-"
"I didn't." Leah looked back at her mom, "I swear." She raised her eyebrows at her mom, trying to get her mom to believe her and let it go. Tara studied Leah for a moment before nodding, realizing what Leah must've seen and not wanting to push her any further.
"Okay." Tara placed her hands on her hips, "Your dad and I will be here for the rest of the night. Did Stella text you back?"
Leah dug her hand into her jean jacket, pulling out her phone and seeing that Stella had texted that she was on her way. She showed her mom the text, getting a nod from Tara.
"And if you remember anything else…"
"I'll tell you." Leah promised, knowing the protocol. She gave her mom a small smile as Tara reached out to pull Leah into a hug,
"I'll see you at home." Tara said as she hugged Leah. Leah hugged her mom back for a moment before stepping back. She saw Stiles getting off of the ambulance, shoving his hands into his hoodie pockets. Leah caught his eye and he looked around himself before walking towards her and Tara.
As Stiles came up to the two of them, Tara gave him a head nod in greeting, which Stiles returned along with a "Hi, Deputy Kane." Tara glanced at Leah before looking back at Stiles,
"Get home safe." She bid goodbye to the two teens before heading towards the mechanic's and ducking under the yellow tape.
Leah took in a breath before looking back at Stiles, who gave her a tight smile, rocking back on his heels. He rolled back flat on his feet and let out a sigh, "So the Jeep's impounded for evidence."
"I hope they at least wash it." Leah scrunched up her features and Stiles raised his eyebrows in agreement, "Do you need a ride home?"
"Nah, Scott's coming." Stiles made a face as Leah heard the sound of Stella's Mustang roll up across the street. They looked over at the car, Stella giving them a little wave.
"Oh, okay." Leah looked back at him, "Well, that's my ride, so…"
"Yeah, go," Stiles motioned with his hand, "I'll, uh, talk to you tomorrow."
"Text me when you get home?" Leah asked.
"Yeah." Stiles gave her a head bob, getting a small smile from her in response. Not knowing what else to say, Leah made a clicking noise with her mouth, twisting her hips to the side before twisting them back.
"Alright, bye." Leah settled on, turning away from Stiles and lightly jogging across the street to her aunt's car.
Pulling open the passenger side door, Leah slid into the Mustang. The door slammed shut behind her and Leah looked over to see Stella raising her eyebrows.
"What the hell happened here?" She asked, leaning forward and looking around Leah at the scene. Leah followed her gaze, seeing how it looked from the outside and catching sight of Stiles kicking his foot out and turning away from the Mustang, going back to sit on the ambulance as he waited for Scott. Leah took in a breath and looked back to her aunt, seeing how her eyes shifted from the scene to Leah, before Leah started to try to explain what happened.
"Explain what happened." Connor seriously said, arms crossing over his chest, "Now." He looked down at Derek, eyebrows raising as Derek leaned forward on the subway bench, balancing his elbows on his thighs. But before he could start explaining why he did what he did to Scott, Connor had already steamrolled right over him,
"You want him in your pack? Don't beat him up!" Connor yelled out, flinging an arm out, "He was trying to do something good-" Connor was referring to how Scott had tried to reason with Boyd before realizing it was too late, "And you send your betas after him?!"
"He beat them up." Derek interjected, glaring at Connor.
Connor took in a breath through his nose, not knowing how else to get through to Derek. Usually he would be right by Derek's side; he knew how important it was for Derek to have a pack, but his methods were starting to become questionable. Deep down, Connor knew Derek just wanted to prove to Scott that he was a good Alpha, but Derek was seriously going about it the wrong way - pushing Scott further away rather than bringing him in and thus, pushing away Leah and Stiles, two people that could be of use.
Turning away from Derek, Connor looked out the window of the subway car, taking in how Derek's betas were lounging around, "My advice?" Connor started, "Worry less about trying to impress Scott and more about keeping your betas alive." Connor turned to look at Derek, "Not just because of the Argents, but because whatever the hell killed Isaac's father and that hunter, killed another person last night." Derek's eyes flicked up to meet Connor's. Rachel had called Connor about a body that had been brought in. Even though the method was different than the previous victims, there was still the same marking on the back of the neck, indicating that the man had been paralyzed before being crushed by the Jeep,
"And until we figure out what it is," Connor continued, "I don't think it's going to stop anytime soon." He seriously finished.
"Are you willing to help?" Derek asked, voice low. Connor sighed and waved his hand around.
"Obviously." Derek got to his feet and stepped over to Connor, "And you're gonna need all the help you can get." Connor raised his eyebrows at Derek, knowing Derek knew who he meant.
"Not her."
"Why? You brought her into this world."
"No, you did." Derek snapped out.
"Well, at least I didn't have sex with her the first time I met her." Connor made his eyes wide, jutting his chin out as he heard Derek huff, "And if it's any consolation prize, I think you threw her off her game. She usually just...bounces onto the next one." Connor waved his hand in the air a bit. Derek gave him an unamused look, "Look, all I'm saying is that Rachel can help." Connor circled back to his point, "She's got an in at the station and the hospital and she's actually willing to help you." Connor let out a scoff, "Which is rare for you these days."
"Thanks." Derek tonelessly said. Connor shrugged at him before turning away and walking out of the subway car. Derek followed suit, getting his betas' attention.
The next few hours were spent with Derek running drills with his betas. Boyd watched intently from his spot on the stairs as Isaac ran through the course, trying to get a swipe in at Derek. At the sound of the door opening, Boyd glanced over his shoulder to see Rachel coming down the stairs. No one else was paying attention to her, still trying to get the upper hand on Derek.
Boyd moved over to let Rachel step past him, getting a smile hello from her. Rachel paused at the foot of the stairs, watching Derek track Isaac's movements, already planning his defense against the beta. She studied the way Derek's eyes flicked around, noticed how his stance changed ever so slightly and then the small smirk that appeared as Isaac got closer. Like he was doing exactly what Derek wanted him to.
Sure enough, when Isaac went to lunge at Derek, Derek easily tossed him back. Isaac hit the ground with a thud, groaning in pain. Erica tried to surprise Derek from behind - leaping off of the subway car in an attack, but Derek stepped to the side. He caught Erica's attack and deflected it, sending her straight to the ground, right next to Isaac.
Derek was obviously disappointed in his betas, letting out a huff as he shook his head at their feeble attacks, "Does anyone want to try not being completely predictable?" He asked aloud, walking away from his betas.
"Sure." Rachel casually said, getting Derek's - and the other betas' attention. Derek raised his eyebrows at her, an amused smirk already appearing on his face. Connor looked up from the book he was flipped through, looking in between his two friends.
"Really?" Derek asked, taking in Rachel's appearance. She wasn't very well dressed to be in such a situation - underneath her jacket was a button up shirt, laying over a pair of tight skinny jeans and high heeled boots to match.
"Come on, it'll be fun." Rachel dropped her jacket over her bag on the ground. She stepped around the betas, who watched her warily. Neither of them really knew who Rachel was, but she always seemed to be around and always seemed to want to help. And they sure as hell didn't mind the break from getting their asses kicked over and over again.
"Uh, I don't think this is a good idea." Connor stepped in, stepping over to stand next to Rachel, who was going to stand in front of Derek. Derek gestured to Connor, going to agree with him, only to hear Connor finish with a, "For you." directed at Derek.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Derek asked, looking at Connor with a confused and semi offended look on his face. His distraction was Rachel's opportunity; her fist quickly collided with Derek's face, knocking the look off.
Derek did a double take, looking back to see Rachel already winding up for another swing. He managed to block her hook, only to have to block her other arm. She step forward, causing Derek to step back to defend himself from her punches. Derek came back to hit her, only Rachel dodged it, moving to the side and reaching up to catch his wrist in her hand so she could pull him towards her. Caught off guard, Derek stumbled forward, only to have Rachel backhand him across the face with her other hand, then slapping him again so his head snapped back.
Pushing him away from her, Derek didn't even have a chance to gather his thoughts before the heel of her boot was in his gut, getting him to stumble back. Rachel advanced, grabbing his arm and twisting it back with a force Derek didn't even know she had. Derek was kept in his doubled over position - the perfect position for Rachel to knee him in the gut before flipping him over onto his back. She pressed her boot onto his chest, looking down at him with a cocky smile.
"How's that for unpredictable?" She asked, not a single hair out of place from her tight bun.
Dazed and confused, Derek shook his head, trying to get his bearings back. He heard Connor tsk from the other side of the room, "Told ya." And then realized Rachel was still holding onto his hand. She helped him to his feet and later, she would tell people that was the moment Derek Hale fell in love with her - even if he didn't show it right then and there. When someone asked, he would brush it off, say he was caught off guard, but it wasn't true.
Shoving away from her, Derek fixed her with a glare, "Who are you? Where'd you learn to fight like that?" Rachel's moves were fast and smooth, almost like she had been fighting all her life. Still, Derek couldn't understand how she had been able to take on him - an Alpha werewolf and win. He knew she was only human; he would've known if she was a wolf.
"Men sometimes don't understand the word no." Rachel answered Derek's second question, "So sometimes, you have to show them what it means." Derek studied her, sensing that she wasn't lying, but he knew there was something she was hiding from all of them.
"Hey, since Rachel kicked your ass, can we be done?" Isaac piped up, reminding Derek that his betas were still in the room. "I've got about a hundred bones that need a few hours to heal." Derek gave Isaac a sarcastic sympathetic look, stepping over to him and crouching down. Rachel barely even flinched at the sound of Derek snapping Isaac's wrist, but she did look away from him. Connor caught her eye and quickly looked back down at his book, not wanting to get involved.
"You think I am teaching you how to fight!?" Derek yelled out, keeping Isaac held with his broken wrist behind his neck. Rachel could hear Isaac's pained huffs as Derek continued, "Look at me! I am teaching you how to survive!" Derek let Isaac go, stepping away from him.
"If they wanted us dead, why aren't they coming for us now?" Isaac asked, looking at Derek with wide eyes. Derek looked over to see Rachel had a set look on her face - a look he was beginning to know meant she wasn't happy. "What are they waiting for?" Isaac continued, getting Derek to look back at him,
"I don't know. But they're planning something. And you, especially," Derek gave Isaac a pointed look, "know that's not our only problem. Whatever that thing is that killed Isaac's father, it killed someone else last night. Until I find out what it is, you all need to learn everything that I know. As fast as I can teach you." And with what sounded like a warning, Derek turned away from his betas, stomping into the subway car.
Rachel licked her lips and glanced at the betas, who all looked slightly terrified as they realized what they had gotten themselves into. Not knowing what to say to them, Rachel decided it was time to have a talk with Derek. Turning, Rachel walked away from them and into the subway car, intent on confronting Derek.
"What?" Derek snapped out as Rachel stepped into the car, his pride still wounded from getting his ass kicked by her - by a human.
"Stop with the fear mongering tactics." Rachel seriously said, arms crossing over her chest, "Hurting them isn't going to get your point across." Rachel's voice took on the tone that Derek was beginning to relate with her speaking from past experience.
"Yes it is." Derek turned to look at her with raised eyebrows.
"No. It's not." Rachel immediately responded, "Do you want them to respect you? Or fear you?" Rachel asked, raising an eyebrow, "You do not and you will not hurt them like that again." She warned, her tone lethal, "Especially Isaac. He's already had to deal with one abusive father, he doesn't need another one." Rachel was final, brushing past Derek and ducking out of the subway car to make sure Isaac's wrist was healing properly. Derek heaved a heavy sigh, knowing Rachel was right, but it didn't mean he'd have to like it.
Leah didn't like a single thing about her current situation. She picked at her nails, eyes darting up to watch as Gerard settled back into his seat, giving her a welcoming smile that looked a little too forced. She gave him a quick smile back before, pushing herself up so she was sitting up a bit straighter,
"I'm sorry, what is this about again?" Leah asked, brow furrowing a bit.
"Just checking in." Gerard raised his eyebrows, an easy smile still on his face, "I thought I saw you in the office yesterday after the final bell, but you left without saying hello." Leah paused for a moment, letting her shoulders drop slightly, "I just wanted to make sure everything was ok." Gerard's tone suggested that he was trying to be helpful and Leah tried her best to keep an eye roll from escaping.
"Oh, I was just looking to ask Mrs. Richards about something." Leah lied, trying to play it off.
"Anything I can help with?" Leah eyed Gerard for a second as she tried to think of something off the top of her head.
"Baking." Leah raised her eyebrows, getting a surprised look from Gerard, "Yeah, she, uh, promised me her infamous brownie recipe." Leah waved a hand in the air, scoffing a bit, "Silly, I know."
"No, not at all." Gerard shifted in his seat, leaning back and folding his hands over his stomach, "I happen to be known as quite the baker myself." Leah felt her brow furrow as she looked to Gerard,
"Really?" She voiced her surprise and Gerard nodded, leaning forward a bit,
"I'm known for my Blue Tart Creme Fraiche." Gerard boasted a bit, getting Leah's eyebrows to raise at the dessert.
"Poppy seed crust or regular?"
"Poppy seed of course." Gerard scoffed as if Leah had offended him, "Takes two days to prepare, but it's worth every bite."
"I bet." Leah sighed wistfully, relaxing slightly in her chair. With everything going on, she barely had time to do any baking and even the thought of spending two days on a dessert seemed like a treat in itself.
"Well, we're having it for dessert tonight." Gerard paused, "In fact, why don't you come over tonight for dinner and try it for yourself?" Gerard offered, causing Leah to be a little thrown off.
"Oh, no, I can't-" She stuttered, "We have the-the lacrosse game." Leah gestured at Gerard, knowing he knew what she was talking about.
"Afterwards. Celebrate that Beacon Hills victory." Gerard enthusiastically said and Leah felt like she had to say yes. So she nodded, letting her hand drop into her lap as she rolled her lips in, "Good. It's settled." Gerard sat back in his seat with a satisfied smile, "Now, you don't want to be late for class, correct?" Gerard asked, eyebrows raising.
"Uh, no, nope." Leah reached down to pick up her bag, "Okay, uhm, thank you and I will see you tonight." Leah rambled, not knowing what else to say and just wanting to get out of the office.
Once in the hallway, Leah blinked before reacting to what just went down in the principal's office. She made a face at herself before shaking her head and walking down the hallway. She spotted Stiles and Scott sitting on the hallway steps.
Pushing herself through the boys, Leah sat down with a huff, interrupting their conversation and getting both of them to look at her. Scott looked concerned while Stiles gave her a raised eyebrow look. Leah looked in between the two before sitting up straighter,
"What?"
"We were in the middle of something." Stiles flicked his hand in between him and Scott. Leah eyed him for a moment before waving her hand in the air, indicating that he should continue. "Thank you." Stiles huffed before leaning forward to look at Scott, "So what did Connor say?"
"Wait, Connor?" Leah asked, looking at Scott, "What did he say about what?"
"Longer story." Stiles waved at her before looking back at Scott,
"He thinks that Allison's family keeps some kind of records of all the things that have hunted." Scott explained,
"Oh, like a beastiary." Stiles nodded. Scott let out a giggle, obviously amused at the word,
"I think you mean beastiality." Scott raised his eyebrows at Stiles. Leah made a face, tilting her head to the side,
"No, nope, please don't say that word again." Leah shook her head a bit.
"It's an encyclopedia of mythological creatures." Stiles explained, motioning with his hand. Scott gaped and looked around the hallway, looking astonished,
"How am I the only one who doesn't know anything about this!?" Scott flailed around a bit,
"Okay, hey." Leah put her hands out to calm Scott down, "It's ok. Stiles was like this before all this." Leah pointed out, "He played that online game where he battled mythological creatures for like months."
"I still play that game." Stiles seriously said, getting looks from both of his friends. "Anyway, you're our best friend and a creature of the night. It's kinda our thing."
"Your thing." Leah pointed out.
"Okay, says the girl who-"
"Shut it." Leah cut Stiles off with a look. Stiles pulled his chin back and nodded, not wanting to get in trouble. He looked back to Scott and took in a breath,
"If we can find it, I bet it can tell us what it is." Stiles seriously said.
"We need that book." Leah and Scott said at the same time.
"Yeah, no shit." Stiles gave them an unamused look. Leah turned and gave him a look before looking back at Scott,
"And Allison's family has this?" Leah asked, motioning with her hand. Scott nodded and Leah looked in between the two of them, "I'll take Allison, if you stick with Scott?" Leah asked, looking at Stiles.
"Sounds good."
"Good. We'll be outside for our study period." Leah grinned at Stiles before he leaned forward and quickly pecked Leah on the lips. Scott couldn't help but smile at the action, ducking his head down as if to give them their privacy. Leah pulled back and patted Stiles' thigh before getting up. She ruffled Scott's hair as she stepped down off the bottom stair, the bell ringing as she went.
Walking outside, Leah spotted Allison sitting at one of the picnic tables. Allison waved at her with a warm smile, watching as Leah settled down onto the bench, "Hey." She raised her eyebrows at Allison.
"Hey." Allison grinned at her for a moment before the smile became tinged with concerned, "Everything go okay with Gerard?"
"Oh, yeah." Leah made a face, "We talked baking." Leah scrunched up her features, "And then," She heaved a sigh, "I somehow got invited to dinner tonight."
"What?" Allison asked with a laugh.
"Hey!" Leah and Allison looked over to see Stiles running towards them, "What the hell? I thought you were gonna-"
"Oh right." Leah bounced back to look at Allison, "Do you know anything about a beastiary?" She heard Stiles huff as he got to the two of them. Allison let out a similar giggle that Scott had earlier.
"I think you mean-"
"Nope, don't say it." Leah made a face, tilting her head away from Allison. Allison covered her smile with her hands as Stiles got to the table.
"Okay um, can you describe this thing?" Allison moved on, looking from Leah to Stiles,
"It's probably like a book-Old, worn…" Stiles started to explain and Allison sat up, looking interested.
"Like, bound in leather?"
"Yeah, possibly." Stiles made a face, rolling back on his heels.
"I've seen it." Allison nodded, eyebrows raising. Stiles and Leah shared a look before Stiles took off running, sprinting back into the school. Leah watched him go before turning back to look at Allison,
"Anyway." Leah took in a breath, "Are you coming to the game tonight?"
"Yep." Allison nodded, "My grandfather wants to see how the team plays, plus then I can see Scott." Allison grinned at Leah, who gave her a pointed look, "...And you." Allison added, raising her eyebrows up. Leah rolled her eyes and gave a forced laugh.
"We probably won't be our best." Leah sighed, "The team we're playing against has this guy - they call him the Abomination-"
"You're not very good at this, are you?" Stiles cut Leah off with a huff, slamming his hands down on the table. Leah jumped a bit, startled at Stiles's sudden reappearance and gave Stiles a look. He took in a few deep breaths, looking to Allison,
"Where? Where does he keep it?"
"Uh, his office." Allison looked from Leah to Stiles, "I mean, that's where I saw it last." Stiles pointed at Allison before turning his attention to Leah,
"Answer your texts." He sputtered out before taking off back into the school. Leah rolled her eyes before turning back to Allison. She had an amused smile on her face and Leah shrugged,
"It's amusing to watch." Allison laughed lightly before shifting in her seat, leaning forward.
"The Abomination?" Allison asked, getting back to their conversation and raising her eyebrows. Leah nodded and took in a breath.
"Yeah, he makes dinner with your family look like a breeze."
"Okay!" Allison raised her hand up, laughing a bit, "If you don't want to come, you don't have to."
"Oh, I really don't." Leah slumped forward. Allison scoffed at Leah and rolled her eyes.
Stiles came running back up to them, stumbling over himself. He had trouble catching his breath and Leah reached into her backpack before tossing Stiles an extra one of Scott's inhalers. She had a habit of keeping one in her backpack, just in case Scott ever forgot his. Stiles held it up to his mouth, using it quickly before looking in between the girls.
"You were supposed to answer your texts." He pointed at Leah, who rolled her eyes, "And you know," Stiles turned to Allison, "drug dealers have been using disposable phones for years."
"My parents check all of my e-mails and text messages." Allison explained, "Trust me, they would know." Stiles gave Leah a pointed look,
"Alright, sorry." Leah made her eyes wide, raising her hands up, "Next time I'll answer my texts."
"Thank you." Stiles jutted his chin out before looking back at Allison, "Can you get the book?"
"Not without his keys." Allison shrugged. Leah took in a breath as she shared a look with Stiles. The whole plan was becoming more and more complicated than they thought.
A/N: Any questions, comments, concerns or cries of outrage?