"Stiles, I'm on the corner of Day Street. Please hurry." I leave my third message on his phone even though I know he's comming, sweating as I try to prop up an unconscious Deaton. Rain drops glow in street lights and I can't believe the day I'm having.
A jeep pulls up spraying us with road puddles. Stiles rushes out and hugs me. He looks me up and down for any sign of injury. Then hugs me again, tight and warm. "Don't ever scare me like that again, okay?"
"Okay."We take each end of Deaton and lay him in the back. I take shotgun and Stiles turns up the heater.
"What happened?" he asks nervously driving along the dimly lit road.
I had told him what happened on the phone, but I guess he wants to hear it face to face. "I don't remember. One minute I'm watching the lacrosse and the next I end up here with Deaton, next to me. I can only assume Kate and Peter gave him back to me."
"But why?"
I bight my lip. "I don't know."
Stiles is obviously disappointed. "Okay. I'm sorry. You're probably more scared than me."
"I don't want to go home and lie to my parents."
"You can tell them if you want to."
"Maybe, but I want something to cheer me up" I sit up.
"How about we go see Scott? He's been worried sick about you, anyway. Two werewolves with one crossbow. "
"What?"
"Just trying it out."I giggle..