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« Stiles ! I was looking for you ! I need you ! »
The young man was sitting crossed leg on the bench on the field, still in his Lacrosse outfit, shivering slightly.
« What's wrong ? You didn't play on the field and… »
Stiles sneezed and faced Scott chuckling. He looked back at him frowning.
« That's nothing… I'm kinda distracted since yesterday, and I forgot to put on my jacket today… And as it's a bit cold, I think I may have caught a cold or something. »
He sniffed, observing the young werewolf in front of him suspiciously.
« What did you want ? Why were you looking for me ? »
« I think Derek is roaming around the school, not far from us. I smelt him often around you. I think he may be spying us but staying close to you to make sure I wouldn't notice him. Haven't you seen him ? »
Stiles got up suddenly, half tripping on his pants. He chocked on his saliva and started coughing, hitting his ribcage with his fist in an attempt to breath normally again.
«Huh… What ? Derek ? No, never heard about him… We should go to take a shower. »
Scott frowned, following his friend in the locker room, not understanding Stiles' reaction. They stopped in front of their lockers and Scott looked at Stiles in the eyes. The young man avoided his look, turning the other way around and started to undress. He took off his shirt and turned to put it in his locker. Scott's look fell on Stiles back, his eyes widening slightly at what he saw there.
« Huh, Stiles, I've already taken my shower but… Tell me, I know you had a car accident yesterday night, but… » The young werewolf said, brushing his fingertips lightly over the other's bare back. « What happened exactly ? »
Stiles shivered when he felt Scott's fingers on him and took a step awayfrom his friend to break the contact.
« What do you mean what happened ? »
« Your back, it's full of scratches. »
Stiles' eyes widened, he had completely forgotten about the scratches… He sighed and closed his eyes, the memories of last night still fresh in his mind and replaying before his closed eyelids.
« That was so good… » He whispered.
« What ? »
« Nothing. It's just that I hit a mountain lion with my car and you can guess what happened next… I almost ended up in a Stilesandwich, a Stiles Meal, a Stiles Mac, call that as it pleases you » Said the young man laughing.
« Maybe you should let a doctor check that up ? It seems pretty deep… »
Stiles sighed, grabbed a white towel in his locker and wrapped it around his waist.
« I don't need to see a doctor for that and my father might freak out for nothing. I'm ok, don't worry, it's not as bad as it seems. »
He walked slowly towards the showers, passing his hand lightly on his neck absentmindedly. He felt the thin lesions there, under his fingers. He caressed them slightly before letting his arm rest on the side of his body.
« Scott, can you bring me my clothes ? »
He entered in the shower space, seeing Jackson and Danny already there, showering.
« Hey, weakling, you got raped by a wildcat ? » Jackson said sneering.
« Shut up. »
« How does it feel to lose your virginity to a mountain lion ? »
Danny shook his head lightly and sighed.
« Jackson, stop. » Danny said to his friend, his eyes observing Stiles body intently. « Are you ok, Stiles ? I mean… We heard about your car accident and the mountain lion, your father has… »
« Yes, I'm… »
Scott came in the small room with Stiles clothes in his hands, interrupting the conversation.
« Know what ? » Stiles said, starting towards Scott. « I'll take my shower later.»
« Sure, Dude. Oh, and… A paper fell from your pants' pocket. Here. »
Scott held out the little piece of paper to Stiles, jerking a bit in surprise when Jackson snatched it from his hand before Stiles could react and started to read it aloud for everyone to hear.
« Never approach her or her family again… »
« So, Stilinski… You had sex with someone else's girlfriend ? »
« Yeah, and by the way, I plan to jump Allison, Lydia and Danny's boyfriend…
You're ok with that, right ? » Stiles said his voice full of sarcasm, looking Jackson straight in the eyes.
« You, son of… »
« JACKSON… » Danny and Scott said in unison to calm him down.
Stiles grabbed his jeans, his boxer briefs and his T-shirt from Scott's hands and get out quickly of the showers. He sat on the bench next to his locker and passed his hand on his face.
« Fuck… »
He put on his boxers under his towel, threw the towel on his still opened locker and was putting on his jeans when he heard a voice whispering somwhere behind him.
« Stiles… » The voice breathed from behind the lockers Stiles was facing.
The young man got up from the bench making the too large jeans slid lower on his hips. He got around the raw of lockers and found himself face to face with Derek. The werewolf was leaning back against the lockers, a little smirk tugging on the corner of his mouth. He was wearing a white tank top under his black leather jacket, dark grey jeans and a pair of Converse.
« Derek ? » Stiles said with his shirt still in his hand « What are you doing here ? »
« I dropped by to see if everything was alright for you… »
He approached Stiles swiftly to kiss him but the young man put his hand on his torso and pushed him away slightly.
« Not here, Derek. Scott might hear us. And I don't want him to learn about us nor like that, nor now. »
The werewolf pushed the young man's hands off of his torso, leaning closer, his mouth close to Stiles' ear and whispered very softly.
« My jeans don't fit you at all… But you look so eatable in them. And… I can slide my hands in more easily… » The words whispered softly provocked goosebumps on the young man's flesh.
He let his T-shirt fall on the floor when Derek slid one of his hand in the large jeans.
He caressed Stiles' butt over his boxers, enjoying the firmness of it under his hand. Said hand roamed further down, on his upper thigh and the werewolf's claws digged lightly on the flesh. The young man let out a long, silent breath.
« On the other hand… The red fits you perfectly… »
« Derek… » Stiles moaned softly.
The werewolf smirked a bit.
« That's nothing, you can say it was a mountain lion… Even though I'm not really OK with the comparison and… By the way, how did you manage to escape it ? Did you punch it ? » Derek sneered.
« Hahahahaaaa… I see you ate a clown for breakfast… » Stiles said sarcastically.« Take your hands off of me for now, or you'll be the one I punch. »
« Oh… I'd like to see that… »
Derek put his hand off the jeans and Stiles felt blood trickle along his leg. The werewolf was still close to him, the young man could feel his breath tickling his ear.
« Why do you let them look at you and even touch you ? »
« Who ? »
Derek bit his ear, making little pearls of blood appear and rubbed softly his stubble against his cheek, scraping his flesh slightly. He flicked his tongue on Stiles' jawline, making the little trail of blood there dissapear.
« Don't bite me. »
« Did I forget to mention that as I'm not the Alpha, I can't transform you? »
« That's not what I meant… » Stiles groaned.
« Ohh. » Derek chuckled. « I won't turn you on too much, you may have a growing problem… » Derek smirked.
« How kind of you to think about it now that I'm already aroused. But… »
He put his arms around the werewolf's neck to kiss him. Derek observed him, a smirk on his face and took off his jacket.
« Stiles ? » Scott called.
Stiles turn his head to where the voice came from and before he could pronounce a word, he felt emptiness in the circle of his arms, where Derek was standing only a few seconds before and let his arms fall back on his sides.
« WHAT ? » The young man almost yelled.
« Are you OK ? You don't seem happy… » Scott said in a worried tone, bending down to retrieve the jacket and the T-shirt at Stiles' feet. « Here, your T-shirt and your jacket. »
« I'm OK, I just bumped my head on a locker. » Stiles grunted snatching the clothes from Scott's hands.
Scott looked at the locker and back at Stiles frowning.
« You hit your head ?... On Danny's locker ?
Stiles was putting on his shirt and Derek's jacket when Scott pulled at his arm to take him out of the locker room.
« I'm taking you back at your place ! You're going to rest, like that, you'll be in perfect shape for tonight ! »
"You're taking me back ? You ? Tell me where I get on… On your handlebars or did you buy a trailer to pull me behind your bike ? »
He pushed Stiles against the locker where his books were stored.
« And what about tonight ? We were supposed to go out ? Together ? I thought you had eyes for Allison and Allison only ? You want me to hold the candle ? »
« Please, Stiles… Remember we'll be four to hang out, we will go out with Allison and her aunt. »
« Oh… No, no, no… This is not going to happen ! »
« What ? But ! »
« Scott ?! » A voice called from the other side of the corridor.
« I'll be right back. Just take your stuffs and… »
Stiles turned to face his locker sighing. He hit his head rather violently against it when Scott was out of sight. He felt a body trap his against his locker and a chin on his shoulder.
« Derek ? »
The werewolf kissed his neck and slid one of his hand under his T-shirt, feeling the muscles tensing as his hand passed over them and stopped on his hip.
« Should it be someone else ? Should I make sure to mark all your body to let people know you're not available ? » The werewolf whispered, clawing softly the young man's hip.
He started to suck on the soft skin of Stiles' neck, making the young man moan in content. His body felt hotter and hotter, he shivered involontarly.
« Why don't you let me touch you ? » Stiles whimpered.
« Let's say you should have let me kiss you when I wanted to earlier. Now, I have a revenge to take… » Derek snickered.
« Oh yeah ? Is that it ? I bet I'll manage to kiss you and rip off your clothes before the end of the day… »
« Really ? Try me ! » The werewolf whispered against the young man's cheek.
Derek slid his claws along the young man's torso, pinching his right nipple with the tip of his claws as he went and licked the hickey he just did on his neck. Stiles was sweating a bit against the locker, he bit on his bottom lip, moaning.
« I can't breath… »
He was doing all he could to not let the rush of feelings and sensations give him a hard on, but his body only wanted to give in to the werewolf. The pressure Derek was putting on his body suddenly disappeared. He took this opportunity to turn around and kiss him, but the werewolf was gone. Only Scott was there, in front of him.
« Oh, common… »
« I won't kiss you, Dude ! »
« It was a joke. »
Scott laughed.
« You're feeling this lonely ? »
Scott looked at Stiles' neck, his attention caught by a little red mark there.
« What the ?! Dude ! Who is it, tell me ! And, by the way, since when do you wear leather jackets ? »
Scott came closer to Stiles, scenting the jacket.
« That's weird, there's your smell on it mixed with someone else. I can't recognize it… Is that your father's jacket ? It's a bit too large for you… And that's the same for your jeans… »
« I know… But that's a long story. And, believe me, you don't want to hear about it ! »
« I want to know who your girlfriend is ! »
Stiles sighed.
« I don't see the point in telling you, you don't even know him. »
« Wha… Wait ! Him ?! Ahh ! Is that Danny ? »
« What the fuck are you telling me ?! You fell on your head or something ?! DAMN ! There's professor Harris at the end of the corridor, we were supposed to be in class since 15 minutes now ! We're so in detention ! Do something ! »
Scott grabbed Stiles' face in his hands and kissed him right when the teacher arrived in front of them .
« McCall ! Stilinski ! »
Scott stepped back, releasing Stiles from his grasp while Stiles just stayed there, body limp and mouth agape, staring at Scott.
« Yes, Professor ? » The young werewolf said with a false embarrassed smile on his face.
« You're supposed to be in Economics right now… And there I find you both here, making out in the corridors ? »
« No, Sir… Stiles forced me to… »
« In detention ! Both of you ! Now ! »
Professor Harris left on the other side of the corridor. Stiles took his bagpack in his locker and he and Scott followed him slowly, letting a short distance between the teacher and them. Stiles hit Scott hard on his shoulder, frowning at him.
« I forced you ?! Are you freaking kidding me ?! »
« You're the one who tried to kiss me earlier… »
« Mr Stilinski, you've won a whole week of daily detention ! Keep up that way, I may upgrade it to a month… »
Stiles jaw dropped, staring at the back of the teacher, refraining from retorting. Scott looked at Stiles, looking like a sad puppy.
« Well… I tried something. .. »
« OH MY GOD ! » Stiles said raising his arms in the air in a demonstration of how Scott's reaction was desperating him. « I HATE YOU SO MUCH ! »
The young man entered in the empty chemistry classroom, went straight to his usual sit, throwing his bag to the floor at his feet. He sat at the table, his legs disappearing from the teacher's sight thanks to the backboard on the front side of the table. Scott sat at the table next to his and looked back at Stiles.
« Look, I'm sorry, ok ? I didn't… Oh… It smells like Derek again ! »
Stiles passed his hands on his face and his hair, obviously exasperated by his friend. He slamed his hands on the table.
« Derek, Derek… All you can say is his name, today ! I thought you were dating Allison ? Is he this much… »
« Mr Stilinski ! »
Stiles stopped talking right when he felt a hand slid up his thigh. He stiffened on his sit, looking straight ahead and stopped the offending hand with his right one.
« Not here ! » He said out loud.
« Not here what ? » Asked Scott, looking at him with a confused expression.
Stiles ignored the question, too focused on the sneaky werewolf hidden under the table. Derek unbuttoned the jeans the young man was wearing and unzipped it slowly. Stiles tightened his legs to prevent Derek to go further, but the werewolf clawed the young man's inner thighs lightly, making Stiles spread them reflexively. Derek took the opportunity to grab the jeans and slid them along the other one's legs to his ankles.
« Stiles… Are you ok ? » Scott asked frowning, watching his friend biting on his fist rather strongly.
« I don't talk to you anymore ! » Stiles whined.
The werewolf slid one of his claw up the young man's thigh, not enough to draw blood but enough to reddened the flesh. He brushed lightly over Stiles' crotch, adding just a little pressure when he passed over the area, feeling the young man's length twitch reflexively. He reached the waistband of the other's boxers and tore it apart with his claws.
« Oh, God… No… »
Stiles let his head fall in the circle of his arms on the table to hide his face. Derek's soft and sensual caresses on his lower parts making his aroused length throb involuntarily.
« Mr Stilinski ! Would you stop acting like a clown ?! »
« I'm not… » He whimpered, biting on his fist. « Can I go to the restroom ? »
He slid his hand under the table to stroke himself, but the werewolf stopped his hand, capturing it in one of his own to bring it at his lips and lick Stiles' palm.
« No, you can't. »
Stiles groaned. Derek put Stiles' hand on his cheek, letting the young man caress lightly the side of his face for a few seconds and then let go of the hand.
« There's something under your table or what ?! » Scott yawned.
Stiles shifted a bit on his chair to turn to look at his friend, visibly worried.
« That's nothing ! I've just... Hmpf ! Hit my foot on the table… And anyway, I've told you I'm not talking to you anymooooore ! »
He moaned lightly when he felt the werewolf's tongue slid down his length and stopped short of his balls.
« Der… » Stiles moaned softly not wanting to be heard by his friend sitting next to him.
He noticed that Scott had put his head against the hard surface of his table and had fallen asleep. Stiles felt the werewolf's fangs brushing lightly against his left inner thigh.
« You're such a tease… Do something already… » Stiles whispered very softly just for the werewolf to hear.
Derek started mouthing one side of Stiles' sac, sucking lightly on it. The young man encircled his legs around Derek's body, pressing his heels on the small of the werewolf's back while enjoying the other one's ministrations.
« Stilinski ! You plan on staying in this classroom all night ?! YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH ! »
« What the… »
Derek kept sucking the young man's cock, alternating the pressure and the rhythm to bring Stiles very close of reaching orgasm. He let Stiles' hot shaft slid off of his mouth, replacing it by his hand and resuming his pace with his strokes. He placed soft kisses on the upper part of Stiles inner thigh and bit the flesh softly, making the young man gasp in surprise and pushing him over the edge. Stiles came hard on Derek's neck, coating the werewolf's flesh in white sticky streams. He bit hard on his fist, his head still on his arms on the table, not wanting any sounds of pleasure to come out of his throat. The werewolf passed his hand on his neck, and smirked mischievously looking at his fingers. Stiles let his pen fall on the floor, sending it rolling under the table.
« Oops… » Stiles said in a fake tone, lifting his arms in the air as if it was an accident. « I have to pick up my pen ! »
At this, he slid off of his chair, under the table, the werewolf put his jeans back in place as he went, following the movements of the young man.
« I… »
Stiles leaned forward to kiss the other man, but Derek stopped him short of his lips, putting one of his hand on his chest and sliding the fingers of his other hand dripping of cum, in Stiles' mouth. The werewolf slid the hand he had placed on the young man's chest to the nape of his neck to prevent him from moving back his head.
« You need to clean this up… » Whispered Derek smirking.
The young man closed his eyes and sucked tenderly and sensually on Derek's fingers, twisting his tongue around the digits and on the sensitive pad between them. His cheeks were lightly flushed due to the heat they could feel around us.
« Mr Stilinski ! Are you fabricating your pen ? Mr McCall ! WAKE UP ! YOU'RE NOT IN DETENTION TO SLEEP ! » Professor Harris shouted.
Derek let go of Stiles' neck and slid his finger slowly out of his mouth without taking his eyes off of him. Stiles caressed the werewolf's thigh, sensing the hard muscles beneath the fabric of his jeans, sliding his hand slowly to his crotch and stopping there, applying a gentle pressure.
« I want to take care of that… »
« You won't have the time. » Derek said, pushing Stiles' hand away gently.
« Mr Stilinski ! »
« I hate you, Derek ! » Stiles whispered.
He got up, grabbing Scott's leg to gain some leverage, waking him up by doing so. He put his hand on his table and lifted his pen in the air.
« Oh my God ! I found it ! » Stiles said in a triumphant tone.
Scott passed his hand in his hair before stretching his arms above him.
« How long have I been asleep ? »
The young man turned his head to look at Stiles who was standing up in front of his chair. He looked down yawning and smiled when his eyes fell on his friend's jeans.
« Stiles, your jeans aren't buttoned and… Apparently, you didn't just forget your cloak this morning, you don't have boxers on you. »
« What ?! Damn ! » Stiles said zipping and buttoning his pants.
The teacher who was observing them stood up angrily, glaring at them.
« Get out of here ! NOW ! »
He walked towards them, grabbed them by the neckband of their jacket and threw them out of the classroom.
« Stilinski ! I expect you at 3 PM, tomorrow ! And you'd better not be late ! »
He turned his back to them and slammed the door behind him.
« This guy is really crazy… »
Scott's phone rang in his pocket.
« Just give me a minute. » Scott said picking up his phone and walking a little distance away to answer the call.
« Ok… »
Stiles took his own cellphone and started to type a text. Scott was back next to him just when he sent the mail.
« Who are you sending a text to ? »
« Oh… At… To my cousin. »
He put his phone in his jeans' pocket and followed Scott to the front door.
« Where are we going ? »
« Allison's there… » He pushed the door open and scanned the car park. « Ha, they're right there. » Said Scott, nodding towards Kate's car.
Stiles' eyes widened a little jolt of panic rushing through his body. He scanned the area, looking for the familiar sight of his Jeep. He spotted it parked farther on the right. Derek had probably brought it with him. He kept looking at the parking and saw a police car patrolling around the area.
« And… That's probably why you're not here… » Stiles sighed.
They walked to Kate's car.
« Scott ! » Allison ran to Scott and embraced him. « You took your time ! »
« Not our fault, we were in detention. »
« Hey, Sweetie ! How are you ? »
Kate smiled to the young man then turned to face Stiles. She plunged her look in his and said with a slight mocking tone.
« You're probably Stiles, Scott talks a lot about you. »
She held out her hand for Stiles to shake it. The young man looked at her hand for several seconds like it was the most offending thing existing on Earth then looked back at her, not returning the gesture.
« Yeah, right… I'm not gonna shake your hand, I'm ill. That would be so bad for you to be ill too. » The young man answered in a biting tone. «I can't stay, I can't let my Jeep here. »
« Aww… Stiles, please ! » Allison and Scott said almost at the same time.
« Don't worry about that, I'll bring you back later to pick it up. » Offered Kate smiling at him.
« Common, Stiles ! Come with us ! »
« Arrgh… Ok, ok… » He answered in a deflated tone.
Allison and Scott sat on the back seat of the car while Stiles was observing Kate, clearly hesitating to get in.
« Stiles… » Kate said silently. « Do you really think I'm stupid enough to do something with them around ? »
She opened the passenger door, and gestured for him to get in.
« I'm not going to eat you. » She said smiling.
He sat in the car reluctantly, not really reassured, lost in thoughts when his phone rang and vibrated in his pocket. He grabbed it and answered.
« No, I didn't forget. And we had booked for 10.30 PM to let you the time to come back from work… My Jeep, a friend brought it, it's on the car park of the school… Don't worry, See you later, Dad. Wait for me at home, ok ? »
Kate had already started the engine and was concentrated on the road.
« So, tell me, Stiles… Do you have a girlfriend ? »
Stiles chocked on his saliva and Scott started to laugh.
« Oh, he definitely has someone, but he doesn't want to tell me who it is.
Whoever this is marked him anyway… He has a hickey on his neck. »
« Shut up, Scott ! » Grunted Stiles.
Kate laughed.
« You are so cute when you're young, with your little secrets. We're here . The club is right there. » She said parking the car not far from the entrance of the club.
Scott was the first one to get out of the car, he got around it to open the door for Allison, taking her hand and helping her out before slamming the door shut. Stiles was about to open the passenger's door when Kate grabbed her taser upside down and hit violently the young man's ankle. A loud cracking noise resonated through the vehicle when the knuckle disconnected. Stiles held back a scream of pain, Kate's hand slammed over his mouth.
« You'd better not say a word to Scott or Allison about what happened last night. » She gestured towards her taser. « You wouldn't like to see your best friend in troubles because of you… »
She took off her hand of his mouth still looking at him menacingly. The young man was trying very hard to not think about the pain radiating through his ankle.
« And what would I say ? Huh ? Oh, Scott, by the way, you should be careful around your girlfriend's aunt. She's one hell of a crazy bitch ! She's a werewolf hunter, yes, Scott, werewolves do exist. And she likes to torture people. She tortured me a good part of the night until the wonderful werewolf she was holding as an hostage saved me ! That's sure he would love to hear about this little fairytale, but most probably to read it before falling asleep ! »
He stepped out of the car before she had the time to answer and started to walk, limping to the entrance of the club where Allison and Scott were waiting.
« What did you do to your foot ? » Asked Scott, noticing the way Stiles was walking.
« I've already told you, I hit my foot on the chemistry table. »
« You… »
« Forget it, ok ? We're here to have some fun ! Let's go dance ! » Stiles shouted, grinning widely at his friends.
They came in front of the security guard, just next to the front door of the club.
« ID, please. »
« They're with me, Jude. » Kate said from where she stood behind the three teenagers.
« Hey, Kate ! How have you been ? »
« Fine. Thanks. But I'll talk to you later, young people don't like to wait ! »
« Sure, get in . »
The man let them enter in the club without further questions.
« Ok, kids. Go ahead, I'm going to get something to drink ! »
The woman left them in the middle of the club, Scott observed Stiles who was rubbing his ankle, grimacing.
« Will you be able to dance, Stiles ? Your ankle seems to be in a pretty bad shape… »
Stiles stood up, bracing himself against the counter of the bar. He turned to face Scott and shrugged .
« That's ok, I'll stay here and… » He stopped his sentence seeing Kate coming back to them with three glasses of Coke, and a beer.
« Why can't we have beer too ? » Scott asked.
« I think your parents wouldn't really be happy if I'd let you drink. Especially the Sheriff's son. » Kate pointed out looking at Scott and then at Stiles, chuckling slightly.
Stiles eyed the glasses and then Kate suspiciously.
« I want this one. » He said, pointing at the closest drink.
« Go ahead, take it ! »
He took the glass and Kate gave Scott and Allison their owns before grabbing her beer and taking a sip. Stiles leant back against the counter, looking at Scott and Allison and grinned.
« Are you going to dance ? I have to tell you, Allison… Scott is a really bad dancer. You should have chosen more appropriate shoes. »
He took a sip from his glass before depositing it back to the counter behind him, his attention still on his friends.
« Stop that ! I'm a very good dancer ! » Scott retorted in a false offended tone.
« Oh, sure ! You dance as well as you play Bowling… »
They started to laugh, not paying attention to the woman accompanying them. She took the opportunity to discreetly slip some transparent liquid in Stiles drink.
« You're the one talking, but you're not better than me at this ! Last time you danced, you fell and made your partner fall all the way with you ! »
Stiles Smiled at the memory, grabbing his glass of Coke and emptying it quickly.
« It was an accident ! That was half her fault and you know it ! Her dress was too long to dance ! »
He put back his glass on the counter, turning around and trying to steady himself as his head started to spin. He felt like the energy was leaving his body slowly, feeling weaker and weaker. He frowned, not understanding right away what was happening until his eyes fell on Kate. She was watching him intently, a small smile forming at the corner of her mouth.
« You… »
Stiles tried to brace himself against the counter of the bar, failing miserably and falling to the floor with a heavy thud. Kate pretended to try to catch him as he fell, she examined him quickly, seeing the young man slowly loosing awareness of his surroundings. She lifted his chest a bit, making his back rest against her chest.
« What happened to him ? » Scott asked frantically, kneeling next to his friend. « Did he collapse ? »
Scott and Allison were observing Stiles intently, both apparently very worried for their mutual friend.
« I never should have asked him to come… He wasn't feeling good this morning. I should bring him back home. » The young werewolf said, putting his palm on his friend's forehead, in a protective way.
Kate smiled at him gently and put her hand on his shoulder, looking straight in his eyes.
« Enjoy your night with Allison. I'll take care of Stiles. Just tell me what was wrong with him today. Like that, I'll tell it to his father. »
« He had a car accident last night, he hit a mountain lion and apparently, said mountain lion attacked him. His back is full of pretty deep scratches. He was really out of it and kept acting funny today… »
" Hmm… Interesting… » Kate whispered to herself.
« What ? »
« No, nothing. I'm taking him home. I'll tell you when he'll be at home, ok ? »
« Sure, thanks. » Scott said sadly.
She lifted Stiles in her arms, without too much difficulty and got out of the club, heading towards her car. She threw Stiles' body over her shoulder to open her trunk.
« Sorry, kid. You weren't wary enough… You fell right in my hands. »
Kate let the young man's motionless body fall in her car's trunk. Stiles' head hit loudly a wooden box where she kept some of her weapons.
« Oops ! » She faked smirking.
She closed the trunk and walked to the driver's door and sat behind the steering wheel, a satisfied smile on her face and an excited feeling coursing through her body.
« That's gonna be so much fun! ... »