Hey, guys! I don't really have anything to say right now, but stay tuned at the end for a couple of announcements! I hope you enjoy chapter 10!
As soon as Scott came into view, Stiles took off as fast as he could to his locker. He was still pissed off at his werewolf best friend for letting his dad get hit by a car while he was too busy worrying about Allison. Since then, Stiles hadn't responded to any of Scott's texts or calls. It had been a few days since the accident and Stiles wasn't planning on forgiving Scott anytime soon.
He sighed in relief when he managed to get to his locker without actually running into Scott. But as Stiles grabbed his books, he didn't notice the redhead come up to him.
"You're still avoiding Scott?"
Stiles yelped and accidentally hit his head on the top of his locker. "Ow!" He turned and glared at his girlfriend. "I think you've been hanging out with one too many werewolves."
"I know," Natalie grimaced, "I'm even starting to creep myself out. But anyway, Scott's been texting me nonstop asking me if you're still mad at him."
"And what did you tell him?"
Natalie pulled out her phone and read the last message she sent to Scott. "If you bug me one more time about Stiles, I will spike your drink with wolfsbane."
One of Stiles's eyebrows rose up. "Uh… why?"
"He texted me at two in the morning and I was cranky," the redhead explained as she shoved her phone back in her pocket, "At least it made him shut up. But you should seriously talk to him."
"Nope," he immediately said, "If Scott wasn't so busy worrying about his precious Allison, my dad wouldn't have gotten hurt. He was being selfish. Selfish people don't deserve forgiveness."
Snorting and shaking her head, Natalie started to walk to class. "You're so gonna cave in."
Stiles stared after the girl with his mouth agape. After sputtering incoherent words for a bit, he shut his locker and caught up to his girlfriend.
"Whoa, wait," he said, going in front of her and walking backwards, "What makes you think I'm gonna cave in?"
"Because you always do," Natalie said as she stopped walking, "Remember in the seventh grade when you accidentally broke my mom's fruit bowl? All it took was one candy bar for you to confess to her that you did it, even when I told you that she wouldn't notice."
"I panic under pressure, that's why!" Stiles exclaimed, "But this isn't about some fruit bow. This is about my dad. That's pretty unforgivable."
"True, but I know you too well to know that you forgive pretty easily."
"Ten buck says I won't."
"Alright," Natalie agreed, nodding her head, "I'll take you up on that bet. You're on."
She then brought her hand up to her face and spit on it. Stiles scrunched his face in disgust when Natalie held her hand out to him. But she just raised her eyebrows and waited for Stiles to do the same. With a sigh, he spit in his hand and shook Natalie's. He grimaced when he felt the saliva squish together.
"You know, when I pictured swapping spit with you," he said as he wiped his hand on his jeans, "this isn't what I had in mind."
After Natalie cleaned her own hand, she grabbed the back of Stiles's head and crashed their lips together. Stiles gripped onto her waist and backed her up against the lockers. Their bodies were pressed together as they made out, not really caring if they got in trouble for PDA. Stiles gently bit down on Natalie's bottom lip. When her lips parted, he took the opportunity to slip his tongue in her mouth, making Natalie moan.
They eventually needed to catch their breath so they broke off the kiss. Natalie looked up at her boyfriend and bit her bottom lip.
"Was that more what you had in mind?"
Stiles nodded his head and smiled dreamily. "Hell yeah, it is."
"That's what I thought." Natalie kissed him one last time and grabbed his hand. "We should get going now."
Together they walked to class where Scott was already in his seat. Stiles just stood in the doorway, not wanting to move towards the werewolf. Natalie rolled her eyes and pushed Stiles. He stumbled into the classroom and he accidentally hit one of the desks. When the class turned around at the noise, Stiles glared at Natalie. She just shrugged nonchalantly and sat in her seat. Her boyfriend sat in the seat next to her, which was in front of Scott.
"Is he still not talking to me?" Scott asked Natalie, leaning in closer to her.
"No," Natalie whispered back, "I tried to reason with him, but he's being a stubborn butthead."
"You know that I can hear you, right?" Stiles asked, annoyed at the redhead. She raised her hands in defense and leaned back in her seat.
Scott sighed. "Okay, can you at least tell me if your dad's okay? It's just a bruise, right? Some soft tissue damage? Nothing that big… You know I feel bad about it, right?"
Still no response from Stiles.
"Okay. What if I told you that I'm trying to figure this whole thing out and… that I went to Derek for help."
"You actually asked Derek for help?" Natalie asked, raising an eyebrow.
"It was more like he forced me into asking him to help me," Scott explained, "He even went as far as chasing around the parking lot at night and breaking my phone."
Stiles spoke up. "If I was talking to you, I'd say that you're an idiot for trusting him. But obviously, I'm not talking to you."
It was silent for a few moments between the trio. Scott looked at Natalie. She counted down from three with her fingers and when she reached one, Stiles turned around to face Scott on cue.
"What did he say?"
"Yes!" Natalie cheered, pumping her fist up in the air. She held her hand out to Stiles. "Pay up."
"Damn it," he grumbled, pulling a ten dollar bill out of his wallet and slapping it onto her palm. He sulked in his chair as Scott looked at the couple weirdly.
After class, the trio walked together down the hallway. Scott had just finished explaining what Derek told him what he wanted him to do.
"So let me get this straight," Natalie said, "Derek told you that you should tap into your animal side and get angry. Did I hear that right?"
"Yeah," Scott nodded.
"Alright, well, correct me if I'm wrong," Stiles started, "but every time you do that, you try to kill someone, and that someone's usually either me or Natalie."
"I know," Scott said, "That's what he means when he says he doesn't know if he can teach me. I have to be able to control it."
"Well, how's he gonna teach you to do that?"
"I don't know. I don't think he does either."
Natalie threw her hands up in exasperation. "I swear, Derek is like the most unhelpful person ever! Okay, well, when are you seeing him again?"
"He told me not to talk about it," Scott said, "Just act normal and get through the day."
"When?" Stiles asked.
"He's picking me up at the animal clinic after work."
Stiles then got a look of determination on his face. It was a look Natalie knew all too well and she immediately grew suspicious.
"After work…" Stiles trailed off, "Alright, well, that gives me to the end of the school day then."
One of Scott's eyebrows rose up. "To do what?"
"To teach you myself."
The redhead groaned. "Yeah, because that'll end so well."
During lunch, Allison and Lydia were sitting together in the cafeteria. The brunette was engrossed with the book she was reading while Lydia looked like she could care any less. On the other side of the room, Scott was blocking his face with a book so Allison wouldn't see him.
Sitting across from him and next to Stiles, Natalie took a bite of her sandwich while texting her cousin. She looked up from her phone and saw Scott hiding from Allison.
"Dude, you know that hiding behind a book just makes it even more obvious," Natalie said, "Besides, Allison's not even looking over here. She's too busy reading her book."
Scott looked over the book at his best friends. "So did you come up with a plan yet?"
"I think so," Stiles answered.
"Does that mean you don't hate me now?"
"No. but your crap has infiltrated my life, so now I have to do something about it. Plus, Natalie and I are definitely better Yoda's than Derek."
Natalie sighed dramatically and placed her hand over her heart. "Oh, I love how you talk nerdy to me." Stiles grinned and kissed her cheek.
"Okay, no smooching in front of me," Scott complained, "And okay, yeah, you two teach me."
"Yeah, we'll be your Yoda's," Stiles said.
"Yeah, you be my Yoda's."
Taking the 'Star Wars' reference even further, Stiles deepened his voice and said, "Your Yoda's we will be." He then chuckled to himself, but Scott and Natalie just stared at him. "I said it backwards."
"And you just killed it," Natalie said, shaking her head in disappointment.
Stiles scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Alright, you know what? I hate you both now. Uh huh. Oh yeah." He grabbed Natalie's hand and pulled him up with him. "You're coming with me."
She didn't even have a chance to protest as Stiles began to drag her out of the cafeteria. But before they could get too far, Natalie ripped the book out of Scott's hand, blowing his cover and causing Allison to look over at him. Scott's eyes widened when they met with hers and he scrambled out of the cafeteria, ignoring Allison's calls.
"Okay," Stiles said, pulling a device with a strap attached to it out of his lacrosse bag. He handed it to Scott, who was sitting on the bench on the field. "Now put this on."
Scott looked at the device in his hand. "Isn't this one of the heart rate monitors for the track team?"
"Yeah, I borrowed it."
"Stole it," Natalie fake-coughed beside Stiles.
Her boyfriend glared at her. "Temporarily misappropriated." He then pulled out a phone from the bag. "Coach uses it to monitor his heart rate with his phone while he jogs, and you're gonna wear it for the rest of the day."
"Isn't that the coach's phone?" Scott asked as he pointed to said phone.
Stiles grinned and nodded his head. "That I stole."
"Why?"
"Think about it," Natalie said, "You know when you shift into a werewolf, your heart rate goes up? It could be either when you're playing lacrosse, when you're with Allison, or when you get angry." Scott nodded. "Well maybe learning how to control that and learning to control your heart rate is tied together in some way."
"Like the Incredible Hulk."
"Kind of like the Incredible Hulk, yeah," Stiles shrugged.
Scott smiled brightly to himself as he thought about it. "No, I'm like the Incredible Hulk."
Natalie rolled her eyes. "Oh my god, Scott. Just shut up and put the strap on."
After he did that, Natalie pulled Scott up and dragged him to the middle of the lacrosse field. Stiles stood about ten feet away with a lacrosse stick in his hands. Natalie began to tie Scott's hands together behind his back with duct tape.
As she bound his hands together, Scott noticed his best friend's flushed cheeks. They were almost the same color as her hair. And then he noticed a reddish-purple mark on the spot where Natalie's neck met with her shoulder.
"Is that a hickey?" he asked her.
The redhead's eyes grew as wide as saucers as she clamped her hand over the mark. She picked up the lacrosse ball by her feet and threw it as hard as she could at Stiles. It hit him on the arm and he cried out in pain.
"Ow! What the hell, Nat?!"
"You told me you couldn't see it when I put makeup on it, you little shit!" Natalie exclaimed, pointing to her hickey.
"Is it so wrong that I take pride in my girlfriend?" Stiles said, flailing his arms.
"Oh my god… whatever. Let's just get this over with." She walked over to Stiles and put on her baseball glove. "You ready for this, Scotty?"
"No," he said.
Stiles gestured for Natalie to step up and go first in their experiment. "Remember," he told Scott, "don't get angry."
"I'm starting to think this was a really bad idea."
But Natalie ignored his comment as she got into her pitching stance. She drew her arm back and threw the softball with force. It hit Scott's shoulder and he winced.
"Hey, you're lucky I'm not using actual baseballs right now," Natalie said.
Scott grumbled to himself. "Yeah, lucky me. You had to be a freakin' pitcher, didn't you…?"
Natalie continued to pelt her best friend with softballs for a while before she let Stiles have a turn. He scooped up a lacrosse ball with his stick and hurled it at Scott, hitting him in the stomach.
He cringed. "Oh, man. Okay, that one… kind of hurt."
"Quiet," Stiles told him, "Remember, you're supposed to be thing about your heart rate, alright? About staying calm."
"Stay calm," Scott chanted to himself like a mantra, "Staying calm… staying totally calm… there's no balls flying at my face-" Then all of a sudden, a ball hit him in the crotch, making Scott double over in pain. "Ah! Son of a bitch!"
"You know what?" Stiles smirked, "I think my aim is actually improving."
"Wonder why…"
As Stiles continued to throw balls at Scott, Natalie joined in. a few shots later was when Scott's heart rate started to rise rapidly and his eyes were flashing. Natalie stopped when he collapsed on the ground. She tugged on Stiles's sleeve and he also noticed their best friend. They dropped their equipment to get Scott and sit him up. His breathing and heart rate began to slow down as Natalie tore the tape off his hands.
"Scott, what happened?" she asked, "You started shifting…"
"From anger," Scott told her, "But it was more than that. It was like… the angrier I got, the stronger I got."
"So it is anger then," Stiles realized, "Derek's right."
"I can't be around Allison."
Natalie furrowed her eyebrows. "Why? Because she makes you happy?"
The werewolf shook his head. "No. Because she makes me weak."
When they got to Econ, Scott told Stiles to sit behind him so Allison couldn't. But the brunette beat him to it and sat down. Natalie cringed when she watched the two talk, Scott clearly feeling uncomfortable already.
"This is not gonna end well, is it?" Natalie said to Stiles, who took the seat behind his girlfriend.
"I doubt it," he admitted, "We just gotta hope that Coach won't do something to make Scott lose his shit."
The redhead scoffed. "Dude, it's Coach Finstock. Scott would have better luck with Derek than him."
"You really don't like him, do you?"
"Not one bit."
Right on cue, Coach Finstock's voice boomed. "Let's settle down. Let's start with a quick summary of last night's reading."
Greenberg shot his hand up.
"Greenberg, put your hand down. Everybody knows you did the reading." His eyes scanned around the classroom. "How about, uh… McCall."
Scott's eyes widened as his head snapped up. "What?"
"The reading," Coach Finstock repeated.
"Last night's reading?"
"How about, uh, the reading of the Gettysburg Address?"
"What?" Scott asked dumbly.
"That's sarcasm," Coach Finstock told him, "You familiar with the term 'sarcasm', McCall?"
Glaring at his two best friends, Scott answered, "Very." Stiles and Natalie bumped each other's fists in pride.
Coach Finstock rolled his eyes. "Did you do the reading or not?"
"Uh… I think I forgot," Scott admitted.
Then that was where the taunting began. "Nice work, McCall. It's not like you're averaging a D in this class." He bent down towards Scott so only he could hear. "Come on, buddy. You know I can't keep you on the team if you have a D." He stood back up. "How about you summarize, uh, the previous night's reading? No? How about the, uh, night before that? How about you summarize anything you've ever read in your entire life?"
Scott was utterly speechless. Not to also mention humiliated. He was even starting to get angry. Natalie heard light beeping so she pulled out Coach Finstock's phone from her pocket. She showed the phone to Stiles and his eyes grew large. It showed that Scott's heart rate was rising as Coach Finstock continued to taunt him. They were worried that Scott was going to shift right then and there. During class!
But just when his heart rate reached its highest point, it gradually lowered to its normal tempo. They couple looked at each other in confusion until Natalie noticed something in the corner of her eye. Scott was holding Allison's hand throughout the entire time Coach Finstock was interrogating him.
That's when Natalie realized that Allison didn't make Scott weak. She made him… human.
"It's her…"
"What do you mean?" Scott asked after class when Natalie told him what she had discovered.
"Allison," she clarified, "Remember how you said that during the night of the full moon, you were thinking about her? You wanted to protect her."
The werewolf furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Okay…"
Stiles nodded his head. "That actually makes sense. Remember the night of the first lacrosse game? You said you could hear her voice out on the field?"
"Yeah, I did," Scott remembered.
"Well that's what brought you back so you could score. And then after the game in the locker room, you didn't kill her. At least not like how you were trying to kill Natalie and me."
"What we're trying to say," Natalie said, "is that she brings you back."
Scott shook his head. "No, no, no. But it's not always true, because literally every time I'm kissing her or- or touching her-"
Stiles interrupted. "No, that's not the same. When you're doing that, you're just another hormonal teenager thinking about sex, you know?"
"That seems pretty accurate," Natalie agree. She noticed the dazed look on Scott's face and she rolled her eyes. "And you're thinking about sex right now, aren't you?"
"Yeah," Scott admitted sheepishly, "Sorry."
"It's alright," Natalie said, "A little weird, but it's alright. Anyway, it was different when Allison was holding your hand when Coach was yelling at you. Instead of making you weak, Allison actually gives you control. Like an anchor."
"You mean because I love her." Scott's eyes widened when he came to that realization. "Did I just say that?"
"Yes," Stiles nodded, "you just said that."
The biggest smile broke out on the werewolf's face the more he thought about it. "I love her."
"That's great. No, moving on-"
"No, no, no, really. I think I'm totally in love with her."
Pulling away from her boyfriend, Natalie wrapped her arms around Scott dramatically. "My baby's growing up!" He rolled eyes and shrugged the redhead off.
"Yeah, that's beautiful," Stiles said, "Now before you go off and write sonnet, can we figure this out, please? Because you obviously can't around her all time."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Scott said, "Sorry. So what do I do?"
"I don't know." Then Stiles began grinning like the Cheshire cat when he thought of something. "Yet."
Scott grew nervous. "Oh, no. You're getting an idea, aren't you?"
"Yeah."
"Is this idea gonna get me in trouble?"
"Maybe."
"Is this idea gonna cause me physical pain?"
Stiles nodded his head. "Yeah, definitely. Come on."
"As much as I wanna see what plan you have in your head unravel," Natalie said sarcastically, "I gotta go pick Zach up from school. Plus there's something I need to take care of at home. But I'll see you later, Stiles." She kissed her boyfriend before walking away to the parking lot.
The two boys watched their best friend leave the building. Scott turned to Stiles, who was still smiling. "You know, I don't think I'll ever get used to seeing my two best friends kissing each other all the time."
"Me neither," Stiles sighed. Then he grabbed Scott's arm. "Now let's go put this baby into action."
Ever since Natalie had gotten home from school- she didn't even want to bother sticking around to see what Stiles had planned- her eyes were glued to her computer. What had happened during Econ class with Allison helping Scott staying in control had interested Natalie for some reason. It reminded her of when the picture of Anabelle helped Derek relax when he was dying from wolfsbane. She wondered if those two situations were somehow related to each other.
So she decided to do some research. As soon as Natalie got home, she changed out of her clothes into a hoodie and lounge shorts and got to work. She looked up 'lycanthrope' to see what information would come up. After a while, Natalie learned about mates, which really sparked her interest. Mates for werewolves were basically soul mates, meaning that each werewolf was destined to be with a certain person. Natalie wondered if either Scott or Derek knew about this. Either way, it made her a lot more curious.
A lot of time had passed when Stiles finally arrived at Natalie's house. When he entered her room, Natalie was still sitting on her bed and staring at the computer screen. Stiles knocked on the door, making her slightly jump.
"Holy crap!" she gasped. She set her laptop in front of her. "Did you just get here?"
"Yep. You're mom let me in," Stiles said, flopping on the bed and resting his head on Natalie's lap. "Stupid Harris gave Scott and me detention."
"Oh, god," Natalie sighed, "What did you two do?"
Stiles groaned. "I keyed some guy's car and framed Scott. The guy and his friends beat Scott up and I told him to just think about Allison so his heart rate wouldn't rise and he wouldn't shift. All it did was get us detention with Harris for two hours."
"I see." Natalie began running her hand over Stiles's buzz-cut. "I'm gonna take a wild guess and say having Scott get his ass kicked was your idea of punishment for not doing something about your dad."
"Maybe…"
Natalie laughed and shook her head. "See? I told you that I knew you too well."
"Yeah, yeah." Stiles looked at what was on his girlfriend's computer screen. His eyebrows furrowed. "Werewolf mates? What's that all about?"
"Remember when Derek got shot by a wolfsbane laced bullet and we almost cut off his arm?"
The memory made Stiles shudder. "How could I forget?"
"Well, when he was struggling to stay still, all I had to do was put his picture of Anabelle in front of his face and he calmed down. It was like the same thing with Scott and Allison."
"Okay… So what does that have to do with this whole… 'mate' thing?" Stiles asked, gesturing to the laptop.
"I wanted to see if the two scenarios had a deeper meaning than what I saw," Natalie explained. She clicked on one of the pages she had saved up and pointed to an article. "Look at his. It says that when a werewolf senses its mate near them, it is easier for them to control their shift and stay human. Like Scott and Derek."
As Stiles sat up, he positioned himself so he leaned his back against the headboard and Natalie was sitting in between his legs. He then grabbed the laptop, rested it on Natalie's lap, and read through the article out loud.
"Hmm… Short for 'soul mate', a werewolf's mate is their one true love and the one they are destined to be with until the moment they die. Their mate could either be another werewolf, any other supernatural creature, or even human. They can sense their mate by touch, sight, smell, and/or emotional pull, which make the wolf want to be closer by the one they love. When a werewolf discovers its mate, they will be willing to sacrifice themselves for them and do anything to protect them from any sort of danger. They will provide for their mate and love them unconditionally. There is only one mate for every werewolf. If their mate perishes, the werewolf will also pass away slowly from a broken heart."
Stiles's eyes widened when he read the last sentence. "Wow. That's pretty hardcore. So Allison could be Scott's mate."
"She could be," the redhead shrugged, "And I'm pretty sure that Anabelle is Derek's. It makes sense with his weird behavior whenever her name comes up."
"Derek having a mate… damn. That explains why he's so angry all the time. She could literally be anywhere around the world. Not knowing where she could be must drive the guy crazy."
"Yeah, well, he said that he's been looking for her ever since the fire," Natalie told Stiles, "But he's found nothing."
She shut her laptop and stood up to go put it back on her desk. When she turned back to Stiles, she covered her mouth to hide her yawn.
"Tired?" Stiles asked.
Natalie nodded. "A little. Throwing baseballs at a werewolf wears you out. Also, my foot still hurts from the video store." She the laid down next to Stiles and faced her body towards him.
He followed suit and positioned himself so he and Natalie were face to face. Stiles frowned when he saw the dark circles under her eyes.
"Have you not been getting enough sleep?" he asked her. Hesitantly, Natalie shook her head. "Does it have to do with what happened with the alpha?"
"Yeah…"
Stiles sighed. "Why haven't you said anything to me about it?"
"I didn't wanna bother you," Natalie said, "You were already going through a bunch of stuff with your dad and helping Scott and I didn't wanna give you one more thing to stress out about. I've been so close to death so many times already that just thinking about death tires me out."
Now Stiles felt like a terrible boyfriend. He was so focused on being mad at Scott for his father's accident that he had completely neglected Natalie's situation. Not once had he asked her if she was emotionally okay from being trapped by the alpha. Natalie could've died that night, for crying out loud! But like Natalie said, Stiles didn't wanna think about her dying either. Not when she had been through so much trauma all her childhood. His mom's already gone from getting too sick. He didn't want that to happen to one of his favorite people.
"I'm sorry."
Natalie had a confused look on her face. "Why are you sorry? You didn't do anything wrong."
"I should've known that you've been overwhelmed with a lot of things, too," Stiles said, "I was so worried about my dad that I haven't been paying attention to your health also."
"Stiles, I'm fine," Natalie assured him, "You don't need to worry about me. And I understand that you were worried about your dad. As you can tell, we're all clearly going through a lot of shit. But we can't take care of everyone."
Wrapping his arms around his girlfriend, Stiles let out a sigh. "Fine." He crooked his finger under her chin and tilted her head up. "But next time you have trouble sleeping or you're feeling stressed, talk to me. Okay?"
"Okay," Natalie yawned again.
Stiles kissed her forehead. "Let's get some sleep. Lord knows we need it."
Nodding her head in agreement, Natalie closed her eyes and slowly fell asleep. Her arm was draped around Stiles's waist and her head rested on his chest. A strand of her red hair fell out of her bun so Stiles tucked it behind her ear. After kissing her head, he grew tired also and shut his eyes.
An hour or so later, Stiles and Natalie were still sleeping in the same position. Then Stiles's phone vibrated in his pocket, waking him up. Groggily, he pulled his phone out and answered it.
"Hello? Scott, what's up?"
Furrowing his eyebrows, he carefully sat up so he wouldn't disturb his sleeping girlfriend. But Natalie was slowing becoming conscious. She rubbed her eyes and listened to Stiles talk on the phone.
"Yeah, I'll come pick you up right now," Stiles told Scott, "I'll see you then. Bye."
"What did Scott want?" Natalie asked.
"Apparently Derek thinks that Scott's boss is the alpha," Stiles explained, making the redhead's eyes grow wide, "So Scott's gonna try to prove to him that it's not Deaton. He wants me to pick him up from work and take him to the school."
Natalie got out of the bed and grabbed her sandals. "Alright. Let's go."
"Are you sure?" Stiles asked, "I know you're exhausted still so-"
"I'm fine. Scott's bullshit is my bullshit, too. Besides, I wanna make sure that Derek doesn't kill you."
Rolling his eyes, Stiles followed Natalie out of her room "Thanks for having faith in me, Nat."
After Stiles and Natalie picked Scott up from the animal clinic, they headed to the school. It was nighttime so the parking lot was completely empty. Stiles parked the car and the trio got out. Natalie rubbed her hands on her thighs when the cool air hit her. She was starting to regret not changing out of her shorts at the house.
"This is a terrible idea," Stiles told Scott.
"Yeah, I know," Scott said.
"But we're still gonna do it?"
"Can you think of anything better?"
Stiles shrugged. "Well, personally I'm a fan of ignoring a problem until eventually it goes away."
"And how well does that work out for you?" Natalie asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I don't need your sass, Nat!" Stiles quipped. She stuck her tongue out at him.
Scott rolled his eyes. "Just make sure we can get inside."
Then a familiar black Camaro pulled into the parking lot. "We've got company," Natalie pointed out.
"Where's my boss?" Scott asked as Derek walked up to the trio.
"He's in the back."
The best friends looked inside the car. In the backseat, Deaton had duct tape over his mouth, his hands and feet were tied up, and he was knocked out cold.
"Oh, he looks comfortable," Stiles said sarcastically. Scott then nodded his head towards the school and the trio walked away from Derek.
"Wait. Hey," Derek called after them, "What are you doing?"
"You said I was linked to the alpha," Scott said, "I'm gonna see if you're right."
As they walked towards the building, Natalie turned around, flipped Derek off with both fingers, and mouthed 'fuck you'. Derek snarled at the gesture but Natalie just continued to follow her best friend and boyfriend.
They broke into the school and then entered the main office. Natalie started messing around with the PA system as Scott and Stiles watched from the side.
"Okay, one question," Stiles spoke up, "What are you gonna do if the alpha doesn't show up?"
"I don't know," Scott answered.
"And if he does?" Natalie asked.
"I don't know."
The redhead snorted as she continued to work. "Wow. You really need to learn how to think things out ahead of time."
"I'll put that on my never-ending list," Scott mumbled, "Alright. You guys said that a wolf howls to signal his position to the rest of the pack, right?"
"Right," Stiles confirmed, "but if you bring him here, does that make you part of his pack?"
"I hope not," the werewolf sighed.
"Me too."
"We all don't want that to happen," Natalie said. She finished messing with the PA system and placed the microphone on the desk in front of Scott. "Alright. It's all you, Scotty."
It was obvious that Scott was nervous. But he tried to keep his nerves balanced as he cleared his throat and turned the microphone on. Then he howled. Actually, it was more like some sort of animal being strangled against its will. It was nowhere what a werewolf was supposed to sound like. But that didn't stop Natalie from collapsing on the floor and laughing as hard as possible.
Scott looked up at Stiles expectantly. "Was that okay? I mean, that was a howl, right?"
"Yeah, technically…" Stiles grimaced.
"Well, what did it sound like to you?"
Stiles deadpanned. "Like a cat being choked to death, Scott."
Rolling on the floor, Natalie was still cracking up. "Holy shit! That was the funniest thing I have ever witnessed in my entire life! Oh god, my stomach hurts…"
Scott felt discouraged. "What do I do?" he wondered, "How do I do this?"
"Hey, hey," Stiles said, placing his hands on Scott's shoulders, "Listen to me. You're calling the alpha. Alright? Be a man. Be a werewolf, not a teen wolf. Be a werewolf." He pushed the microphone back to Scott. "Do it."
"Okay…"
Scott took a couple of deep breaths before clicking the PA system back on. All of a sudden, he let out a deep, loud, and the most ferocious howl he could muster up. Stiles and Natalie stared at their best friend in amusement. Who knew the boy had it in him all along? When Scott finished howling, Natalie's face broke out in a huge grin.
"Now that's what I'm talking about!"
"I'm gonna kill all three of you!" Derek seethed as the trio walked back out to the parking lot.
Natalie rolled her eyes. "Gee, Derek. Tell us how you really feel."
"What the hell was that?" he continued, ignoring the redhead's comment, "What are you trying to do, attract the entire state to the school?"
Scott smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, I didn't know it would be that loud."
Stiles nodded his head enthusiastically. "Yeah, it was loud. And it was awesome!" he sing-songed.
"Shut up," Derek told Stiles.
"Don't be such a sourwolf."
Nudging his arm with her elbow, Natalie winked at her boyfriend. "Good one."
"Thanks."
The younger werewolf looked back at Derek's Camaro. His best friends followed his gaze and noticed that Deaton was gone. "What'd you do with him?"
Derek looked confused. "What?" He turned to his empty car then back to the teens. He clearly had no idea what had happened. "I didn't do anything."
Right before anyone could say anything else, claws stuck out through Derek's abdomen. The trio backed away in fear when the saw Derek bleeding from his mouth. As if he was weightless, he was then lifted up in the air and tossed to the side. The alpha was then revealed, growling at the teens and ready to kill.
Screaming in horror, the trio ran towards the school with the alpha in tow. As soon as they were inside the building, they held the doors closed. The alpha then started banging on the doors, making them wobble slightly. Natalie looked at Scott and Stiles with panicked eyes.
"In the words of Stu from 'The Hangover'," she said, "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!"
I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! At the part where Natalie researches about werewolf mates, I totally made that up. I tried searching it up myself but nothing came up so I improvised :P And if you're a Kevin Hart fan, I added a little reference in there because why not :P PLEASE review and let me know what you think! Reviews are my motivation because it lets me know that people actually like this story and I love seeing what you guys have to say.
So last chapter when I said that I wasn't sure what I wanted to do with Malia when she comes in during the show, everyone said to NOT break up Stiles and Natalie. Well, be happy because Stiles and Natalie are here to stay! And I was think of making a male OC in place of Malia. I think that would be a lot of fun to write and I just really don't want her in this series. So let me know what you think of that idea!
I had just updated 'Scars' a couple of days ago so if you haven't yet, be sure to check it out! I haven't gotten a lot of reviews yet so please send me some feedback!
*BIG ANNOUNCEMENT!* In case you guys don't know yet, I have started a new DerekxOC story called You Raise Me Up. It is NOT the DerekxOC that coincides with Awake and Alive and Scars! This takes place after season 3B but does not follow the plot after that. It is part of a new series/saga that I am starting that you can learn more about on my profile. Please please PLEASE go check it out and favorite, follow, and leave reviews! I haven't gotten much feedback so far but I really love what I have planned out for this so please go show it some love! I know that I'm already lacking on updates with the stories I'm currently working on, but I'm gonna make it work. Have faith in me, muchachos!
I'll be sure to update soon! xoxo, Maddie :)