Chapter 7 - Meeting Hale
STILINSKI'S HOUSE
Tapping, tapping and more tapping, Stiles really did nothing other than tapping away on his laptop. At least he hadn't done anything other than tapping on the computer since Mickey arrived an hour ago, they hadn't even spoken a word to each other as Mickey just walked in and took his place on his friends' bed. Hadn't spoken when Stiles suddenly got up and walked out the door just to come back minutes later with two plates filled with pizza slices, silently setting one down on the dirty blond teen's stomach before he got back to the computer. It was weird how Stiles had managed to keep quiet for so long.
''You should tell him.'' Stiles suddenly blurted out taking Mickey by surprise, he hadn't been prepared for such a comment.
He stared at his friend, Stiles eyes still on the computer screen but Mickey could see that his friend was waiting for a reaction. But what was he supposed to say, there was nothing left to say.
''She's telling him tonight.'' He admitted, absently wondering just how Stiles had figured out about Mickeys' and Allisons' relationship. He didn't give Stiles enough credits, the guy was a genius.
His friend remained silent but Mickey didn't miss the small cuss coming out of Stiles' mouth, that was a first even for Mickey. They both went quiet, none of them knowing what to say. Mickey had kind of betrayed Scott by not telling him about the relationship and honestly, he felt bad. It took quite a few minutes before Stiles spoke.
''He doesn't deserve to get his heart broken, not by his best mate.'' He lectured absently, his words hurting but Mickey could see the rightfulness in them.
''You think he'll forgive me?'' He asked as he pulled out his phone from his jeans pocket and pressed his thumb down on a random app, starting up Stick Hero.
''I don't know man, maybe he will hate you forever?'' Stiles thought out loud, his voice teasing as he glanced at Mickey who smirked at the words. Why did the stupid buzz cut haired guy need to be so damn sassy, always saying what's on his mind?
''You'll save me from his werewolf wrath?'' Mickey joked as he shot Stiles a fake pleading look, daring him to say they differ.
His friend just laughed, raising his hands up in surrender as he turned back to his laptop. Mickey chuckled proudly as he too went back to his own screen, he was doing pretty good with his game. They stayed like that for over an hour, going on their own business in a comfortable silence without a word spared between them. Well, they went by time like that until Stiles father, Sheriff Stilinksi stormed through the house while speaking intently on the phone while heading for the door. Mickey didn't catch what the man was saying but by the look on Stiles' face, the pale green-eyed teen knew it was time to head out.
GAS STATION
As Mickey had no thoughts in going along Stiles to see Scott, he wasn't even sure he would be able to face his friend at the moment. Mickey told Stiles to just drop him off by the gas station near his house. Stiles hadn't been sure about doing so but after a stern glare from the teens pales green eyes, he'd reluctantly turned into the parking lot of the gas station to let the other climb out.
''Thanks, man,'' Mickey said as he'd closed the door and leaned his upper body against the open car window, his eyes watching Stiles as the other teen seemed to have something on his mind but he remained quiet.
Of course, this whole situation with Allison was getting on Mickey relationship with both of his best friends, it had already gone so far as to Mickey not having spoken to Scott alone for some time. He was also aware of the fact that this whole thing was splitting Stiles in two, Mickey knew Stiles loved both Mickey and Scott equally and he would never be able to ever choose sides like Allison could.
''You know, you guys really need to just sit down and talk this out.'' Stiles suddenly said, his brows set in a frown while his eyes were staring right ahead into space. Mickey just nodded, pushing himself away from the car as he took a step back.
''Don't forget to send me the facts later.'' Was Mickeys only answer as he stuffed his hands down his hoodie pocket, sending his friend a small smile before he turned his back to the old blue jeep.
It was dark outside and if he would be honest, Mickey didn't want to go back home. He scanned the place until his pale green eyes landed on the Food Mart building just by the gas station, the lights in the building were still on so the teen guessed that it should still be open. So he changed his direction and headed towards the door of the building but when he got to the corner of the building, something stopped him from going any further. He frowned deeply before he heard the sound of a car driving into the lot, his eyes now watching the black colored car as it stopped by the gas pumps.
Out of the car came a tall raven haired man in a dark leather jacket, Mickey faintly remembered him as Derek Hale who'd been living in Beacon Hill since Mickey was still just a toddler. Not to mention he also knew Derek as the supposed evil alpha and murderer but those were just some small random details. Even so, Mickey brought his hood up and took an extra step back to let the shadows hide him from sight. Just in time too as more cars suddenly drove up and positioned themselves both in front and behind Derek's car.
''Argent?'' Mickey whispered in disbelief as he watched Chris Argent climb out from one of the cars, the man holding a superior smirk as his eyes stared Derek down but the later looked far from being afraid.
Apart from Argent, there were two more men and none of them looked very pleasant if going by their expressions, these men looked ready to kill. Mickey watched them closely from the corner of the store, his pale green eyes holding the same wary but yet curious looks as those of Derek.
''Nice ride.'' Chris suddenly commented as he walked up to Derek's' actually more than nice looking car, his words bringing all attention to himself. ''Black car though... Very hard to keep clean.'' He continued as he started polishing the surface of the car with his thumb.
Watching the scene go on, Mickey had kind of a twisted opinion on it all. Something wasn't right about all this and it was probably something Stiles had yet to tell him about, Mickey really hated when he wasn't updated on these things.
''I would definitely suggest a little more maintenance.'' Chris advice and finally stepped away from the car, ''When you have something that nice, you wanna take care of it, right?'' He said as he picked up a bucket of soap to clean the cars front window.
He was no cop but Mickey was pretty sure Christ wasn't just having a friendly conversation while happily cleaning Hales car, no Chris was being the bad cop during an interrogation but what was the crime?
''Personally, I'm very protective of the things I love. That's something I learned from my family. You don't have much of that, these days... Do you?'' Argent spoke while cleaning the car, in the end, his eyes turning to look at the still stone-faced but very visibly agitated raven-haired man. Mickey didn't know what was happening between the two, but he did see Chris staring down at Hales' clenched fists and then seemed pleased when the raven-haired man relaxed his hands.
''There we go...'' he said as if praising Hale for doing something good. ''Now you can actually look through your windshield now. That should make everything so much clearer''.
Well damn, Mickey hadn't known Chris Argent for very long but never had the thought of him being some kind of mafia guy. What next, Chris out selling drugs to bad people during nights and then some weapon-dealer? Mickey rolled his eyes at his own mind as he watched Chris turn back towards his own car, seemed the conversation was finally over.
''You forgot to check the oil,'' Derek commented in a sassy tone as if mocking the Argent to tell him that Hale didn't give a shit about what the older man said. His words only brought a huge pleased smirk on the Argents' lips.
''Check the man's oil.'' He commanded and one of the two men leaned against their car walked up to the expensive looking car and without hesitation, smacked the car window with a gun Mickey had failed to notice before.
''Looks good to me.'' The one who'd smashed the window said, pleased with his handiwork as he walked back to stand beside his friend.
That finally seemed to be the end of it as Chris just told Hale to drive safely before he got in his car and drove off with his men, Mickey watching them drive off from the shadows before turning his pale green eyes to stare at Hale. He wasn't really surprised when he found himself staring into Derek Hales own green eyes, the werewolf had probably noticed him the moment he stepped out of his car to fill the gas.
HOSPITAL
So after the whole awkward moment when Mickey realized he'd been found out, he'd been surprised when Hale did nothing but smirk at him which gave the pale green-eyed teen the courage to step out from the shadows. He didn't want to be nosy but Mickey hadn't had a choice but to ask what was going on between Hale and Argent, surprisingly Hale had given him an honest answer. Told him about the Argent's being a family of hunters, of course, Mickey had a hard time believing that as Allison Argent was friends with werewolf Scott McCall. There had been some arguing between the human and werewolf before Derek sighed and told Mickey to get in the car, said he would drive him home after he'd visited the hospital for some kind of business. That's their current location.
''Stay here and don't, don't touch anything,'' Derek commanded gruffly as he opened his door and climbed out of the car, Mickey stared at him until the raven-haired man turned around and stared right back. One eyebrow raised.
''Ya just gon' leave me here thinking I'm not gon' steal your car?'' Mickey asked in disbelief, his own eyebrows raised as he stared at the man.
The only answer he got was a small chuckle before Derek slammed the door close and walked away from the car, leaving Mickey all alone in the dark car. What a situation, alone in a strangers car. Mickey sighed and let his body relaxed into the car seat, his pale green eyes watching the radio as it played some boring old country song.
He'd been fiddling with his phone, mainly watching for a text from Allison telling him that she was home but it never came. So he shut his phone just as the door opened and Derek climbed back in the car, the raven-haired man looked a bit concerned but tried to smoother it as he noticed Mickey staring at him. When seeing Hale had noticed him, Mickey turned his eyes back to the road trying to act all uninterested in the matter.
''Where should I drop you off?'' the werewolf suddenly asked making Mickey realize that they hadn't actually decided on where he would get dropped off, he didn't even know where he would get accepted tonight.
With Stiles and Scott being out doing their own thing, Mickey didn't have many options left. He sighed as he admited defeat, there was only one place, ''My house is close to the old hamburger place, ya know it?''
''You sure?'' Derek asked looking at Mickey with a raised brow, the teen hated how the man seemed to be able to read him so easily.
''Yea, I haven't been home for some time,'' he shrugged out a reply, hoping to the gods above that his mother would be working.
The werewolf accepted and put the car in drive, they remained in a comfortable silence the whole ride.
JAGGERS' HOUSE
He watched as the fancy car drove away down the street, wiching he'd requested to be dropped by Stiles house. His mothers' car was parked in the driveway, the lights in the kitchen lit. She hadn't gone to sleep, he sighed. He held a slow pace all the way to the front door, hesitating before slowly opening it before stepping inside.
''Hello?'' his mothers lovely voice filled the air, it had once been the most soothing thing to him but had with the years turned into something that brought him stress.
He ignored her call as he made his way towards the stairs, stopping as he heard his mothers step following him. Her once and young face filled with tired wrinkles as she looked at the son, Mickey straightened his back, ''It's only one night, I'll be out by morning.''
''I don't want you to be out, I want you at home,'' she was frowning at him, hurt by her sons' blunt words.
''I don't wanna be home,'' he countered, her frown grew even deeper as she hugged her shirt closer to her petite frame.
It was always like this whenever he came home, his mother would ask him to move back home and Mickey would refuse before leaving the conversation. It had been years since mother and son spent a whole evening together, shared a meal.
''You need your family, it's not good for you to live like this,'' she tried to sound strict, like one of the teachers from school but it fell on dead ears as Mickey snorted.
''I don't need ya to fill my needs for family, I have my friends for that,'' he snarled before turning his back to his mother as he headed up the stairs, he didn't have the energy to have this conversation with her.