Chapter 8 - Because You Need Me

HIGH SCHOOL - CLASS ROOM

Walking into the classroom, Mickey headed straight for his seat beside Stiles. Well usually he would have been seated beside Stiles but his buzz cut haired friend had still to arrive, the same could be said about Scott. Mickey didn't know if that would make this easier or harder, he hadn't spoken to Scott since like forever and a little more. He hadn't been able to talk to Allison that morning so he still didn't know how he'd reacted to the news, god he needed to talk to Allison soon.

''Hey dude.'' Stiles greeted as he entered the room, his greeting bringing the pale green-eyed teen out of his inner thoughts as he looked up to meet his friends face.

''Sup?'' He returned before his eyes fell on Scott, the guy didn't even look at Mickey as he walked past.

Luckily the bell rang and both Scott and Stiles sat down in their seats, Mickeys' eyes returned to his notebook as he wrote down some random 'good-to-know-words'. He's never understood just why you need to learn words when learning math but who was he to complain about it.

''If Derek isn't the Alpha if he's not the one who bit you, then who did?'' Stiles suddenly asked as he tapped Scotts' shoulder to get the other males attention, his question brought him Mickeys' attention as it was sure more interesting than math.

''I don't know.'' Scotts' replied after a few seconds of silence, even though he didn't really want to look but Mickey couldn't help but glance at his friend. Scott looked mighty puzzled in all this 'alpha puzzle.''

Going back to his book, Mickey watched Stiles in the back of his vision as his friend leaned back in his chair. Something in those liquid brown eyes told Mickey that Stiles wasn't done with his questioning and sure enough did he lean forward again.

''Did the Alpha kill the bus driver?'' Stiles asked.

''I don't know.'' Scott deadpanned.

The Sheriffs' son leaned back in his chair and let out a heavy sigh, ''Does Allison's dad know about the Alpha?'' Came another question and he was back leaning forward. Mickey couldn't help the amused smirk that formed on his lips as he watched Scotts' expression.

''I don't know! Jeez.'' Scott exclaimed, his voice irritated and really loud so there was no surprise when the whole class glanced at him.

Now Mickey was no genius but he wasn't stupid and he had all rights to cuss when he glanced over at the test results in Stiles' hands, how the hell had he managed to get a darn A in math? Not to mention that superior smirk on Stiles faces helped none. He then glanced over at Scott...

''Dude, you need to study more.'' The words left the pale greened eyed teens lips before he could stop them. His comment did earn him a glare and Mickey put his hands up in surrender. ''Kidding.''.

''Scott, it's one test. You're gonna make it up.'' Stiles quickly put in before anything could escalate between his two friends, sending a quick glare at Mickey who just smirked before Stiles turned back to Scott, ''Do you want help studying?''.

''No. I can handle it.'' Scott replied and that's when Mickey stopped listening.

Instead of listening to his friend's conversation, Mickey turned his attention to his test results and could kind of say that they weren't all too bad. B+, close to an A. He takes back his complaints about Stiles results.

''...Alpha or Derek. Especially Derek - who still scares me.''.

He couldn't help but to snort at the last comment but then, Mickey wouldn't blame Stiles for being scared of the raven-haired werewolf who looked pretty scary. But well it was like with all dogs, give them some food and they will warm up to you.

HIGH SCHOOL - HALLWAY

It was pretty much the end of the day and Mickey headed down the hallway towards his locker, he was on the second floor so he would need to go down the stairs. It wouldn't be any problem if it wasn't for the couple occupying most of the space and to tell the truth, Mickey didn't think he would be able to get through their bubble to get them to move apart for him. So he was pretty much stuck on the second floor...

''Well, I - I mean, how much is "a little taste"?'' Allison asked, her voice careful so no one else would hear. It caused a smirk to form on his lips as he let himself lean back against the wall, arms folded in front of his chest.

''Oh, God. You really like him, don't you?'' Lydia exclaimed happily, Mickey chuckled at the words.

''Well - He's just different. When I first moved here, I had a plan - no boyfriends till college. I just move too much. But - Then I met him, and - He was different. I - I don't know. Can't explain it.'' Allison explained and Mickey just knew she was blushing, he couldn't help but find her adorable.

''I can. It's your brain flooding with phenylethylamine.'' Lydia explained and Mickey frowned, since when did Lydia Martins know such fancy words?

''What?'' Allison questioned, her voice a half chuckle and filled with amusement.

''I'll tell you what to do. When's he coming over?'' Lydia asked and Mickey had had about enough of the eavesdropping, he wanted to see his girl.

He not so gently pushed through the couple making out on the stairs, earning himself angry cussing from the couple as he walked down the stairs. Sure he'd known that Allison and Lydia were making their way up the stairs but what he hadn't counted on was just how fast he himself had been walking, he didn't even watch where he was going until he bumped right into someone.

''Ahh!'' That someone exclaimed as she nearly fell back down the stairs if not for Mickey catching hold of her arm, pulling her back up and instantly pulling her against his chest.

''Damn I'm really sorry, you alright?'' He asked hurriedly as he gently pulled her away from himself and fully let go when she stood firmly on her own.

In one way or the other, Mickey felt relieved when he noticed that it wasn't Allison but Lydia he'd walked into. The strawberry blond sending him a glare before flipping back her hair and straightening her clothes, he guessed she did so in an attempt to look unaffected by her near-death moment.

''I'm fine, you should watch where you're going next time.'' She calmly lectured before turning her back to him. Mickey just rolled his pale green eyes, he noticed Allison staring at him and he turned to give her a toothy grin.

She chuckled as she walked up to hug him and he instantly embraced her, breathing in her scent as he kissed her on the forehead. She wasn't pleased with that and instead leaned up so she could kiss him on the lips, it caused a chuckle to escape him as he obliged.

''I've missed you,'' She said as she finally let herself relax down to the ground, her warm brown eyes gazing into his pale green.

''How did it go, you know with Scott?'' He asked hesitantly, it wasn't really something he wanted to talk about first thing but he needed to know.

She bit at her lower lip, ''He was upset but said it was alright, I don't know.''

He watched her shrug before he leaned down to kiss away the frown from her brows, ''He's gonna be fine, just give him some time,'' He reassured her before Lydia cleared her throat.

''Are you two done with the PDA?'' She sassed as she once again flipped her hair, looking between the two lovebirds with a small smirk on her lips.

Chuckling, Mickey gently pushed Allison towards Lydia before fixing his bag on his shoulder, ''I'll see ya later,'' He promised.

HIGH SCHOOL - PARKING

It wasn't unusual for the parking lot to be noisy but the sound of annoyed car horns was what brought Mickeys' attention, his eyes scanning the parking lot until they landed on Stiles blue jeep standing in the middle of the small road. He couldn't see very well from where he was positioned at the school entrance but if his eyes were just the slightest sharp, Mickey saw no other then Derek Hale splayed in front of the jeep. Had Stiles ran over him with his car or something? Frowning he decided to head over to the scene.

''The one who shot you.'' He heard Scott state not so calmly and Mickey was slightly surprised that a bullet could do such damage to the werewolf. Didn't werewolves have like super healing powers or something?

He hurried his pace and came to stand beside Stiles. Pale green eyes staring down at the very pale, weak man seated on the ground. Mickey frowned and turned his gaze to Stiles who only shrugged, he had no clue what was wrong. The later rolled his eyes but stopped when Derek's eyes suddenly shifted from green to glowing icy blue.

''Eyy stop that dude, ya want the whole school knowing about ya werewolves?'' Mickey exclaimed in a hushed voice while glaring down at Derek who more than happily returned it

''I'm trying to tell you, I can't!'' Derek growled between clenched teeth, luckily still normal human teeth and his eyes blinked back to their normal color.

This surely was one weird scene, Mickey didn't know what to do and all the car horns were driving him crazy. They needed to get Derek out of the way and go somewhere where they could help him.

''Help me to put him in your car,'' Mickey muttered after some thinking, he could see the disbelief in Stiles' eyes as the pale green-eyed teen motioned towards his blue jeep.

Regardless of what he was thinking about the whole thing, both Scott and Stiles quickly helped with getting the man into Stiles blue jeep. Mickey was just about to take a step back when Stiles sent him a stern look, one telling the dirty blond to come with or get his favorite shirt burnt to ashes. So, of course, Mickey didn't hesitate to get in the car, taking the backseat.

''I need you to find out what kind of bullet they used,'' Derek ordered Scott who had positioned himself with his elbows resting on the open car window, Scott just rolled his eyes in clear frustration.

''How the hell am I supposed to do that?'' He exclaimed while raising his hands in the air, Mickey finally really realized just how bad these two worked together.

''She's an Argent. She's with them.'' Derek calmly explained and Mickey winced, it hurt to know his girlfriend actually was his friends enemy.

''Why should I help you?'' Scott questioned, his eyes never leaving those of Derek and Mickey just wanted to roll his eyes at the two.

''Because you need me.'' Was Derek's' only and short reply. Mickey sighed as he watched the blood slowly dripping from Derek's hand, there's seemed to be more to it then the eye could see.

''I don't wanna break yer lil' drama or something but can we just hurry up?'' Mickey asked as he turned his eyes away from the blood to shoot a look at the other three.

''Because you need me.'' Scott finally gave in as Stiles got in behind the wheel muttering, '' I hate you for this so much.'' as they drove off.