Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated in a while! I had a very busy month! Also don't mind any spelling or grammar mistakes I made. I just got my nails done for prom tonight so my hands are very derpy right now :P But other than that, enjoy chapter 4!
Stiles was beyond nervous. He decided to take Scott's advice and gave Natalie the weekend to settle down so she won't want to actually murder him when they came back to school. He had it all planned out. As soon as he saw her, he was going to run up to her and give her the most sincere apology he could muster up.
However, Stiles was still debating on whether he should bring up their almost-kiss from the party or not. He didn't want to hear that Natalie was just tipsy and didn't know what she was doing so she didn't really want to kiss him. He wasn't ready to be rejected by his best friend. It was probably best to just let Natalie take the wheel on that ordeal.
The first person Stiles saw as soon as he got out of his car was Natalie. She was locking up her mom's car. When she was sticking the keys in her pocket, she locked eyes with Stiles. Her own brown eyes grew wide for a moment before they turned into a glare and walking away.
"Wait, Natalie!" Stiles called as he chased after her.
Natalie looked behind her and saw that Stiles was running towards her, so her first instinct was to run also. Stiles chased her from the front of the school to the inside. That caused quite a scene.
"Natalie Angelina Henderson, get back here!" Stiles yelled at his best friend.
"No, fuck you!" Natalie snapped over her shoulder.
They ignored their peers' stares as they continued to sprint down the hall. Now Stiles was more determined than ever to catch up to Natalie so he put more momentum in his legs. When he finally caught up to the redhead, he pounced on her and sent them both tumbling on the floor.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Natalie exclaimed from underneath Stiles, "Did you really just tackle me?"
"Well, it got your attention, didn't it?" he said to her.
"Okay, I'll give you that," Natalie grumbled, "Now can you get off of me? People are staring!"
"I don't care. If you're not gonna talk to me, at least let me talk to you. If I don't, it's gonna bug me all day. Just let me explain myself."
After a small stare-down with Stiles, Natalie groaned in defeat. Once again, she caved in. Damn his begging chocolate brown eyes! "Ugh, fine! I'll talk to you. Now get off of me!" She didn't bother to wait for him and she pushed Stiles off of her, making him flop onto the floor beside her. After standing up and brushing herself off, Natalie pulled him up so he was standing in front of her. Stiles gazed down at her for a bit until she raised an eyebrow. "Well, talk!"
"Okay, okay!" Stiles said, holding his hands up in defense, "Let me start off by saying that I'm very very very very very deeply sorry about leaving you at the party on Friday. I just had to make sure that Scott was alright and didn't do anything stupid. I swear that I was going to come right back and get you."
Natalie flailed her arms around. "And you didn't think to take me with you?! Because of you, I was stuck in a car for what seemed to be the longest twenty freakin' minutes of my life with creepy-ass Hale! Which by the way, you so owe me for that!"
"Well, sorry that I didn't want Scott to attack you during the full moon!"
"Oh, and you thought that leaving me with the big bad wolf would be any better?!"
Stiles pointed at her. "In my defense, I didn't know that he was going to be there! But that's not the point!" He paused to take a deep breath before looking back at his best friend. "I just didn't want you to get hurt if Scott was going crazy. I would never forgive myself if I let anything bad happen to you."
Now Natalie wasn't a typical girly-girl. She never liked going shopping because it made her bored when she stayed at the mall for too long. She never played with dolls because their plastic faces crept her out. And she never liked chick flicks because they were just way too predictable. But even though she would never say it out loud, she was a huge romantic. So when Stiles said that he was worried about her safety, it made her swoon a bit. Mentally, of course.
"Look, Stiles," she said softly, "I really do appreciate you wanting to look out for me. But Scott's my best friend too. And I want to be there for him through this… wolf puberty thing. We're like the three musketeers. We gotta stick together. Which means keeping me in the loop. Best friends till the end, right?"
Stiles engulfed Natalie in a big hug. He let out a sigh as he rested his chin on the top of her head. "Yeah. Best friends till the end."
'But I wish to be more so badly,' they both thought to themselves.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god…" Scott chanted over and over again.
His head was covered with his glove clad hands and his elbows rested on his knees as he sat on the bench by the lacrosse field. He was rocking back and forth in nervousness. What he had found out that morning about Allison's family was still taking over his mind. Man, was he screwed.
Scott was so deep in thought that when Natalie walked up to him, he didn't even notice her. Then she dropped her backpack on the bench, making a loud banging noise. Her best friend jumped up in his seat.
"Holy crap!" Scott yelped and placed his hand over his erratically beating heart.
"What's up, wolf boy?" Natalie said nonchalantly.
With wide eyes, Scott pressed his finger to his lips and shushed her. "Nat, not so loud! Someone could've heard you!"
"Are you okay, Scotty?" Natalie asked him, "Stiles told me that you were feeling upset about leaving Allison at the party. Did you talk to her?"
"Her dad," Scott said shakily, "He's a hunter. A w-werewolf hunter. He shot me the other night with a freakin' crossbow."
Natalie's jaw went slack as she took in the new information. "Intentionally?"
Whoa. Talk about a plot twist on events. As if Scott wasn't in deep shit before, he was definitely in for it now. But a laugh all of a sudden bubbled out of Natalie.
"Wow, this is like a real life Romeo and Juliet scenario, isn't it? Let's just hope it doesn't end in either one of you killing yourselves!" She stopped laughing when she saw Scott glaring at her. "Too insensitive?"
"Just a little."
"Sorry."
The coach blew his whistle and hustled his players to the field. "McCall, get your ass on the field! And Henderson, stop distracting my players! I can kick you off my field if I have to!"
"I'm not even doing anything!" Natalie flailed her arms. "What about you? Aren't you supposed to be focusing on your team?"
Coach Finstock glared at the redhead and pointed to his eyes with two fingers then back to her. "I'll be watching you!"
"Was that a 'Meet the Parents' reference, Coach?" Natalie gave him a thumbs up. "Classic move!" Of course, she was being sarcastic. Coach Finstock just ignored her and started practice.
Natalie watched as the coach talked to his team for a bit before the huddle broke off and the players went into position on the field. Some players went to sit down on the bench, one of them being Stiles. He sat down in his usual spot next to Natalie and together they watched the practice go down. So far, it was not looking so good. It was easy to tell that Jackson had enough of Scott gaining the popularity so he was trying to take the new werewolf down. He seemed to be succeeding. Both of the best friends cringed as they saw Jackson hit Scott hard and he fell. Coach Finstock bent down to Scott's level and talk to him- more like antagonizing him. Scott's eyes were turning yellow and Natalie worried that someone was going to notice. Luckily no one did. When the coach finished talking, Scott stood up and ran back to his starting position.
"McCall's gonna do it again!" Coach Finstock called out, "McCall's gonna do it again!"
This play was much worse than the first one. Because Scott was starting to shift, he was now taking his anger out on Jackson. They charged at each other and collided harshly. When they both fell, Jackson cried out and latched onto his now injured shoulder while Scott was freaking out. Stiles and Natalie jumped out of their seats and rushed over to their friend.
"Scott?" Natalie said, "What's going on?"
"I can't control it!" Scott panted, "It's happening!"
Stiles's eyes grew wide. "What? Right here? Now? Come on, get up!"
Together, Stiles and Natalie pulled Scott up and they ushered him to the boys' locker room. The redhead tried not to breathe with her nose since the room stunk from sweat and Axe body spray. Clothes and practice gear were everywhere! Boys were truly disgusting.
Scott hunched over in the corner of the locker room and breathed heavily. His best friends immediately hovered over him. Natalie then bent down and began rubbing Scott's back soothingly in comfort.
"Scotty, take deep breaths, okay?" she instructed. Although she was trying to be strong at the moment, she was panicking intensely on the inside. "Just relax."
"Scott, are you okay?" Stiles asked when he bent down next to Natalie.
But when Scott turned towards his best friends, it wasn't really Scott they were seeing. No, this boy's face was sharper, hair had grown on both sides of his face, and his teeth had turn into fangs. Those yellow eyes were still there, and they were searching for something to kill.
"GET AWAY FROM ME!" Scott roared.
Stiles and Natalie fell backwards in fright. They got up as fast as they could and Stiles grabbed Natalie's hand. Scott began to chase the two around the locker room, jumping on and denting lockers in the process. The teens ran to a corner of the room. Natalie buried her head into Stiles's chest and fisted his shirt as he wrapped his arms around her, shielding her from the attacks of their friend. The redhead was starting to have a panic attack. Her best friend could kill her or her crush at any second and it was way too terrifying to wrap her head around that.
She wasn't the only one who was scared. Stiles would never have thought that he would fear for his life because of Scott out of all people. He could feel Natalie shaking in his arms and he just held her tighter as he tried to come up with a way to keep them safe. Then he saw the fire extinguisher hanging on the wall. He quickly grabbed it and sprayed Scott. The wolf panted heavily as he calmed down. When he looked up at Stiles and Natalie, he had shifted back to his human form.
"Stiles? Natalie? What happened?"
"You tried to kill us," Stiles told him.
Scott's eyes grew wide, scaring himself. "Did I hurt you?"
Natalie shook her head. "No, we're okay. You didn't touch us."
"It's like we told you before," Stiles said, "It's the anger. It's your pulse rising."
"But that's lacrosse!" Scott exclaimed, "It's a pretty violent game, if you haven't noticed."
Stiles sighed. "Well it's gonna be much more violent if you kill someone on the field. You can't play on Saturday. You're gonna have to get out of that game."
Scott looked defeated. "But I'm first line."
"Not anymore," Natalie told him sadly, "I'm sorry, Scotty. You can't risk it."
The wolf squeezed his eyes shut and whined as he leaned his head against the wall. Derek told him that the bite was a gift when all it did was make Scott's life worse than before. All the hard work to make first line to only have it taken away after a week. And now Allison will realize what a loser he really is and move on to someone better. Being a werewolf bites.
The Henderson children struggled to eat their last bite of dinner. Terri made her famous homemade chicken pot pie so both Natalie and Zach were doomed from the start. But they couldn't contain themselves. It was just too good! Finally they finished their dinner and dropped down their forks with a clank. Natalie and Zach slumped in their chairs and rubbed their full stomachs.
"Ugh!" Zach groaned, "I feel like a fat kid! I should go hibernate in my room for the next few days."
"Man, I think I need to hit the gym for an extra two hours!" Natalie quipped, "I probably just gained ten pounds!"
Terri rolled her eyes as she chuckled. "You two are so overdramatic." She picked up her children's plates and placed them in the sink. Then she reached in the freezer and pulled out some ice cream. "Anyone up for dessert?"
Both Natalie and Zach groaned.
"Oh god, I can't even think about taking another bite of anything ever again!" Natalie whined.
"It's homemade cookies and crème."
Natalie glared at Terri. All her mother did was smirk at the redhead. "Why must you torture me like this?"
"It's my Jo." Terri placed a scoop of ice cream into a bowl and set it down in front of her daughter. She then kissed Natalie's head before getting ice cream for Zach.
"Ugh, Danny's gonna kill me for this," Natalie grumbled. She picked up her spoon and took a bite of her cookies and crème. As the flavor hit her taste buds, she moaned in delight. "But at least I can die happily."
Her phone vibrated in her pocket as she took another bite. When Natalie looked on the screen she saw that she had received a text from Scott.
Stiles has some update on Jackson. Log onto Skype ASAP!
"Well, I'm gonna take this to my room," Natalie announced as she picked up her bowl and stood up. "Apparently I'm needed by Scott and Stiles."
"You mean your twitchy boyfriend?" Zach teased.
"He's not my boyfriend!" Natalie defended herself, "And he's not twitchy! He's just… socially awkward."
The thirteen year old snorted. "Yeah, because that makes it any better."
"Demon child…" the redhead mumbled as she retired to her room.
When Natalie walked into her bedroom, she set down her ice cream on her desk before grabbing a white Pierce the Veil t-shirt and black shorts. She quickly pulled off the clothes she wore for the day and put on her pajamas. After that she sat on her desk chair. She opened up her laptop and she saw Scott's screen name requesting to chat with her so she accepted it. The boy was sitting in his room.
"What up?" Natalie said, "Where's Thing Two at?"
"I'm pulling him up right now," Scott said as he typed up something. "And… here."
One click later and Stiles's box appeared at the top right corner of Natalie's laptop screen. In Stiles's hand was a toy gun and he was making shooting noises with his mouth. Both Scott and Natalie rolled their eyes at their best friend's childish behavior.
"What are you, freakin' five years old?" the redhead sassed. She then squinted her brown eyes as she looked more closely. "Is that my toy gun?"
Stiles's eyes looked back at the toy and embarrassingly lowered his hand. "Maybe…"
Natalie flailed her arms at the screen. "Dude, when did you take that? Why do you even have that?"
"I needed a new one to add to my collection," Stiles answered, shrugging her shoulders.
"So you steal mine?!"
"It's not like you were-"
Loud clapping halted the two friends' bickering. They both looked to Scott's box and saw him glaring at them.
"When you children finally stop arguing with each other," Scott started, "we need to focus on the real issue here. Thank you. So what did you find out?"
"Oh, it's bad," Stiles said, "Jackson has a separated shoulder." All of a sudden Natalie snorted, causing both boys to turn to her. They gave her a look that said, "Really?" and she cleared her throat. She looked away as she rubbed the back of her neck.
"Because of me?" Scott wondered out loud.
"Because he's an asshole!" Natalie piped in.
Stiles snapped his fingers and pointed to the redhead's side of the screen. "Accurate."
"Is he gonna play?" Scott asked.
"They don't know yet," Stiles answered, "Now they're just counting on you for Saturday."
Right as Stiles was about to say something else, he squinted his eyes and leaned in closer to his computer screen. Confusion swept across both Scott and Natalie's faces as Stiles began to frantically type something.
It looks like-
Then his computer froze.
"It looks like what?" Scott asked Stiles. He looked up at Natalie. "What's going on?"
"I don't know!" the redhead shrieked, "I'm just as confused as you are!"
Finally the rest of Stiles's message came through.
-someone's behind you.
Natalie looked up and her brown eyes widened in fear when she looked at Scott's box. "Uh, Scotty?" Shakily, she pointed to the figure standing behind her best friend.
Scott turned around and then all of a sudden, he was pinned to the wall by Derek. Just as Natalie was about to yell at Derek through her webcam, the battery on her laptop died.
"What the…" Natalie stuttered. She smacked her laptop a couple of times in hopes that it would turn back on. It didn't. This just made Natalie groan and pound her fist down on her desk. "Son of a bitch! This is why I fucking hate Mac!"
At school a couple of days later, Stiles and Natalie were out at the baseball field during their free period. Baseball tryouts were after school and Natalie would be lying if she said that she wasn't nervous. So she decided to take it upon herself and drag Stiles out to the field and practice a bit. And how could he say no to her? Especially when the redhead used her puppy dog eyes to lure him in. They were tossing each other the baseball Natalie had in her backpack.
"So quick question," Stiles said as he caught the baseball in his glove. He then threw it back to Natalie. "Who do you think would die first in a zombie apocalypse? Me or Jackson?"
"Oh, that's easy," Natalie said, "You for sure."
Stiles's jaw dropped and let out a feminine squeak. He was so taken aback by this statement that when Natalie threw the ball back at him, it almost hit him in the face. "Me? Seriously? Why?"
"Well first of all," the redhead started, "You get distracted easily, as you've just shown me. Also Jackson's faster, both by running and reflexes. He may be a prick but he's quick on his feet. So unless you have some kind of weapon to defend yourself with, you're basically screwed."
Thinking it over, Stiles shrugged his shoulders. "Okay, that may be true, but Jackson has more body mass than I do. Zombies would probably rather eat him than me since I'm skinny."
"They eat brains, stupid! They won't care that he has more meat on his bones than you! You should grateful because that means you're smarter than him. Plus, you're not skinny. You're lean, which is a lot better than being skinny."
A sly grin stretched across Stiles's face. "Did you just compliment me? Well that's a first." He pointed to his ear. "Come on. Say it one more time. I wanna savor this moment."
Natalie rolled her eyes and tossed the baseball in her backpack as the bell rang, signaling the end of the period. "Shut up and let's go."
After she zipped up her backpack and slung it over her shoulders, a pair of arms wrapped around her waist and lifted her up in the air. Natalie squealed as Stiles draped her body over his shoulder, giving her a nice view of her friend's jean clad rear. She gave it a little smack only for Stiles to smack her own rear back.
"Ow!" the redhead yelped, "Can you put me down now?"
"Nope," Stiles said, popping the 'p', "But I can do this."
Without any warning, he flipped Natalie over so he was now carrying her bridal style. Red hair covered her face as she laughed. Stiles couldn't help but laugh along with her. Naturally- and as carefully as he could without dropping her- he pushed her hair out of Natalie's face.
"Say this," Stiles smirked, "Stiles Stilinski is the most awesome person and biggest badass in the world."
Once again Natalie rolled her eyes at her best friend's request. "Someone's getting a little cocky here, isn't he?" Instead of answering her, Stiles pretended that he was going to drop her, making her wrap her arms around his neck and yelp. "Okay, okay!" She let out an annoyed sigh before repeating, "Stiles Stilinski is the most awesome person and the biggest badass in the world. Now will you please put me down?"
Stiles thought about it then shook his head. "Nah. I think I'm gonna keep holding you. It makes me feel more masculine." There was also the fact that he just wanted to get closer to his favorite girl. But he wasn't going to mention that.
And it's not like Natalie was complaining. She just accepted the gesture with small red hues on her face and let Stiles carry her back into the school. Natalie hopped out of Stiles's arms when she saw that her dad and Sheriff Stilinski talking to the principal. The best friends gave each other a worried look.
"What do you think they're talking about?" Stiles asked the redhead.
She shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know." Then she saw Scott standing in front of his locker. "But there's only one way to find out." Natalie jogged over to Scott, grabbed him by his backpack, and dragged him to where Stiles was standing while ignoring his protests.
"Hey, what are you-"
Stiles pointed to the police officers and the principal. "Tell us what they're saying. Can you hear them?"
Scott shushed them before using his werewolf senses to listen in on the conversation. After a minute, Scott said, "Curfew because of the body."
"Damn it!" Natalie groaned as she stomped her foot. Pouting, she crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Thanks a lot, Hale!"
"Unbelievable!" Stiles scoffed, "Our dads are out looking for a rabid animal while the jerk-off who actually killed the girl is just hanging out, doing what he wants!"
"Well you can't exactly tell your dads the truth about Derek," Scott pointed out.
For the second time that day, Stiles let out a sly grin. "We can do something…"
"Like what?"
The redhead crossed her fingers and squeezed her brown eyes shut. "Please don't go there!"
"Find the other half of the body," Stiles answered.
"And he went there."
However Scott wasn't really paying attention. Down the hallway, Lydia was introducing Allison to some of the lacrosse players. Stiles and Natalie turned their heads to see what Scott was looking at and winced. Talk about a low blow. And clearly Scott wasn't so happy with what he was seeing.
Quick to avoid this awkward situation, Stiles grabbed Natalie's hand. "Well we should get going. It looks like you have girl issues you need to take care of and Nat needs to get ready for her baseball tryouts."
Said girl didn't even have a chance to protest before Stiles dragged her down the hallway. "Later, Scotty! Try not to kill anyone!"
"WHOO!" Stiles hollered with Natalie clinging onto his back, "My best friend is co-captain of Beacon Hills's baseball team!"
"Hells yeah, she is!" Natalie cheered. She pumped her fist up in triumph. "In your face, Stephenson!"
With victorious smiles and lifted spirits, the pair stalked away from the newly excited- and some heartbroken- girls and made their way to Stiles's jeep. Natalie jumped off of Stiles's back before tossing her baseball equipment into the back of the jeep and climbing into the passenger seat. There was a new message on Stiles's phone from Scott but since Stiles had to drive, he tossed the phone to Natalie for her to check what it said.
"God, how freakin' awesome is that?" Stiles beamed as he drove out of the school parking lot, "My best friend Natalie Henderson not only killed it during the tryouts, but was made co-captain of the varsity baseball team! That's actually kinda hot." While it was a joking statement, Natalie didn't know that he was being serious. She gave his arm a playful slap but on the inside her heartbeat sped up. "This definitely calls for a celebration."
Wide eyes peered down at the text Scott sent. "Well we can't do it tonight. Scott said that he found something strange at Derek's house and to go over to his place right now."
Stiles's ears perked up and his eyes widened. He was now filled with a brand new excitement. Reaching over Natalie's legs, he opened his glove compartment and pulled out his bottle of Adderall. He took out a few capsules and popped them in his mouth.
"Really, Stiles?" Natalie exclaimed, "You are not intoxicating yourself while operating a vehicle!"
"Hey, my jeep, my rules, woman!" Stiles told the redhead as he continued to drive. Figuring that she wasn't going to get anywhere with this argument, Natalie rolled her eyes and laidback in her seat.
It only took a few more minutes to reach Scott's house. Melissa McCall, Scott's mom, was already on her shift at the hospital so Stiles parked in her spot. The car wasn't even parked all the way when Natalie got out and ran inside Scott's house. Right after Stiles shut off his car he followed after his best friend into Scott's room to find said boy sitting in his desk chair.
Once Stiles reached Scott's room, he began to bombard the wolf with questions. "What did you find? How did you find it? Where did you find it? And yes, I had a lot of Adderall…"
"Unfortunately…" Natalie grumbled as she rubbed her temples with her fingertips.
Scott rolled his eyes and said, "I found something at Derek's house."
"Well, what was it?" Natalie asked impatiently.
The wolf shrugged. "There was something buried there. I could smell blood."
"That's awesome!" Stiles exclaimed excitedly. Natalie smacked his stomach hard, making him double over in pain. "I mean, that's terrible. Ow…"
"Dumbass," Natalie said to Stiles before turning to Scott, "Whose blood was it?"
Once again Scott shrugged. "I don't know. But when I do find out, your dads will arrest Derek for the murder. And then you will help me figure out how to play lacrosse without changing, because there's no way in hell I'm not playing that game."
The trio hopped into Stiles's jeep and drove off to the hospital. Right when they were inside, Scott made sure that his mom wasn't around before heading to the morgue.
"Good luck, I guess," Stiles called after Scott.
Stiles and Natalie went to go sit in the hallway and did their best to not look suspicious. Clearly Natalie was grasping that concept better than Stiles, who picked up a pamphlet about the women menstrual cycle without meaning to. The redhead held back a snort before going over to the vending machine to buy a Kit-Kat. She reached in the pocket of her grey hoodie for her wallet but then remembered that it was in her backpack in Stiles's jeep. A huff of air left her mouth before she turned to Stiles who was still hiding behind the pamphlet.
"Dude," Natalie said, gaining Stiles's attention, "Do you even know what you're reading right now?"
He looked down at the pamphlet and yelped in horror. He quickly tossed it back on the table next to his chair and picked up a much less terrifying magazine.
"Anyway," Natalie chuckled, "I left my wallet in the car. Do you have a dollar on you?"
Nodding his head, Stiles pulled his wallet out of the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a dollar bill. Natalie thanked him when he handed her the money before she turned back to the vending machine. She put the money in the machine and punched in a few numbers. When the Kit-Kat dropped, it got stuck in the bottom. Natalie cursed to herself before bending down to pull it out.
Unintentionally, Stiles glanced up but his gaze stilled when he saw the sight in front of him. Since the two had gone straight to Scott's after Natalie's baseball tryouts, she didn't have a chance to change out of her white Black Veil Brides tank top and black capri leggings. When Stiles saw Natalie, he was glad that she was still wearing those leggings. He couldn't help but gawk at how great those pants made her butt look amazing. Especially when she was bending over. And he wasn't ashamed to be staring. Call him a typical overly hormonal teenage boy, which he was. That wasn't going to stop him from admiring his crush's athletic and beautiful body. Just as long as no one caught him.
Too late. Stiles didn't hear Scott walk up to him so when the wolf ripped the magazine out of his hands, Stiles jumped like two feet in the air. Scott chuckled when he realized that Stiles was checking Natalie out.
"It smelled the same," Scott told them, setting his focus back to the real issue.
"And you're sure about this?" Natalie said as she stood back up, biting into her candy.
"Yes!"
"So he did bury the other half of the body on his property…" Stiles realized.
"Which means we can prove he killed the girl!" Scott concluded.
"I say we use it."
"How?"
Natalie held her hands up in front of her, still holding her Kit-Kat. "Hold on a second there, Scotty. Are you doing this because you want to stop Derek or because you want to play the game and he said you couldn't?"
Scott gave Natalie a serious yet frightened look. "There were bite marks on the legs, Nat. Bite marks!"
"Okay!" Natalie said as she held up her hands in defense.
"Well then," Stiles started with a mischievous grin and gleam in his eye, "we're gonna need a shovel." Shooting a look at Natalie, he added, "Three shovels, to be exact."
Right after the trio left the hospital, Stiles drove them back into the woods to over where the remains of Derek's house lied. They hid behind a tree and waited for the brooding man to leave, which didn't take too long. As soon as Derek skidded away in his sleek black Camaro, Scott, Stiles, and Natalie came out from their hiding spots with their shovels in their hands. Stiles and Natalie were about to start digging until Scott held up his hand to stop them.
"Wait," he said, "Something's different."
"Different how?" Stiles asked.
"I don't know…" Scott trailed off, sensing that something strange was going on. Unsure of himself, he sighed and shook his head. "Let's just get this over with."
Unfortunately, the digging was taking a lot longer than any of them would've liked. They had been in front of Derek's house for at least a couple of hours. And they still haven't found what they were looking for! To make matters worse for the frustrated boys, Natalie had been whistling 'Hi Ho (It's Off to Work We Go' as they were shoveling. Stiles was about ready to rip his ears off.
"Natalie, I love you and everything," he said, "but I'm about ready to bury you alive."
"Hey! Don't give me your attitude," Natalie snapped, "First you drag me out in the middle of the night to look for half of a dead body in the woods and now we're digging around the property of the big bad wolf that could easily kill us if he wanted to. I'm bored, tired, and hungry so this is my only source of entertainment!"
Scott huffed in frustration. "Seriously, Stiles, this is taking way too long!"
"Just keep going," Stiles urged on as he continued to shovel.
"What if he comes back?" Scott worried.
"Then we get the hell out of here."
"What if he catches us?" Natalie added.
"I have a plan for that," the short-haired friend assured them.
"Which is?" Scott wondered.
Stiles answered with, "You run one way, Natalie and I run the other, and whoever he catches first, too bad."
The teen wolf looked at his friend and shook his head. "I hate that plan!"
Natalie scoffed. "Okay, who the hell decided to make him in charge of making all of these rash decisions?"
Scott shrugged his shoulders. "Beats me. But either way, it's never happening again."
"Agreed."
"Okay, both of you can stop insulting me like I'm not here!" Stiles exclaimed to his best friends. Grumbling to himself, he continued his digging. Until his shovel hit something. His eyes grew wide and he held Scott and Natalie back with his arms. "Whoa, stop! Stop, stop!"
Stiles started to shovel again until he had cleared the dirt off the object. Now, Scott knew that something felt off here. And Stiles and Natalie also had a bad vibe about this situation. But neither of them expected to find what they did. The three of them screamed and jumped back when they found the upper half of a wolf.
"What the hell is that?!" Stiles exclaimed.
"It's a wolf!" Scott responded.
The redhead clutched onto Stiles's arm. "Yeah, no shit! I thought you said that you smelled blood! An in human blood!"
"I told you something was different!"
"Oh god, that is something I can never not see…" Natalie shuddered, "We've gotta get outta here."
"Yeah," Stiles agreed, "Help me cover it up."
Natalie bent down to pick up the shovel she had dropped but suddenly halted. Planted on the ground in front of her was a purple flower. She tugged on the sleeve on Stiles's jacket and pointed to the mysterious plant. Right away he recognized the flower from movies and websites he had come across before. Scott noticed his best friends tense up.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
Stiles pointed to the plant. "Do you see that flower?"
"Yeah. What about it?"
"I think it's wolfsbane."
A confused expression swept across Scott's face. "What's that?"
Stiles gaped at him in disbelief. "You've never seen 'The Wolf Man'?"
Scott shook his head. "No."
"Lon Chaney Jr.? Claude Rains?" Natalie tried to help the wolf out, "The original werewolf movie?"
Now Scott was just more in the dark than ever at this point. "What?"
"Dude, you are so unprepared for this," Stiles sighed in disappointment.
"One of these days, Scotty, we are watching all werewolf movies to get you educated," Natalie promised her best friend, clasping a hand on his shoulder.
Stiles walked over to the flower and pulled it off the ground, only to find out that the stem was attached to some rope. Yard by yard, he went around in circles pulling out the rope, which was creating a spiral shape. Finally, Stiles was able to tug all of the rope out. Once again, the three teenagers were taken aback when they looked down at the wolf in the hole.
Only this time, it wasn't a wolf they were seeing. It was the second half of the dead girl's body that they were looking for.
Natalie's jaw went slack in horror. "No fucking way."
I hope you guys liked this chapter! PLEASE review and let me know what you think! It gives me motivation to keep going and I love to hear what you guys have to say. Also feel free to leave any questions you have about this story, Scars, and even the DerekxOC that will start hopefully soon!
I decided that I am going to keep Natalie human because like some of you, I like the idea of Stiles with someone that isn't supernatural. I hope you guys are happy with that because I think it will be a good change.
Also if you haven't, PLEASE read and review my IsaacxOC story, Scars. I love the story so far but I don't really have many reviews on it and it makes me sad because I don't want to abort it. And since my 18th birthday is on Thursday (June 5th) it would be a nice present to get a bunch of reviews on both Awake and Alive and Scars!
I hope to update soon! xoxo, Maddie :)