A Wolf In Teens Clothing

Chapter 6

"What's Wolfsbane?" Really Scott? They bicker about 'The Wolf Man' and how Scott has never seen it. Stiles got up and raced for the plant. He picked it up and found it was attached to a rope. He pulled at the rope which created a spiral around the grave. Scott and I looked down at the body in the hole.

"Oh my god." I breathed out.

"Stiles." Scott called.

Stiles jogged over and looked at the body. It changed, It was the girl.

I stood beside Scott who was leaning against the hood of Stile's jeep. We watched as the police escorted Derek into one of the cruisers. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Stiles walking through the preserve, headed straight for the car. Scott motioned for him to stop. "What an idiot." I huffed. Scott sighed in reply. Stiles hopped into the passenger seat.

Scott turned around, rubbing a hand against his face. I watched as the Sheriff walked towards the cruiser. Stiles' father pulled Stiles out of the car, "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Sheriff Stilinski asked.

"I'm just trying to help!"

"Uh huh, okay, well why don't you try to help me by explaining exactly how you came across this?"

Stiles sighed, "We were looking for Scott's inhaler." The Sheriff shook his head.

"Which he dropped when?"

"The other night." Stiles explained. I heard Scott mumble, 'You idiot.'

"The night when you were out here looking for the first half of the body?"

"Yes!" Stiles sassed.

"The night that you told me you were alone and Scott was at home?" Uh oh, busted!

"Yes. I mean- No. Ugh crap!" Stiles hung his head.

"So you lied to me?"

"That depends on how you define lying."

"Well I define it as not telling the truth. How do you define it?" His father asked.

"Reclining your body in a horizontal position." Cheeky bastard. It sounded more like a question. After telling his son to, 'Get the hell out of here,' Stiles walked passed us and hopped in his jeep. Scott and I followed.

"I can't find anything about wolfsbane being used for burials." Scott said, slightly flustered.

"Just, keep looking. Maybe it's like a ritual or something, like maybe they bury you as a wolf." Stiles looked to me in the rear view mirror.

"I've never heard anything about something like that before." I said, feeling useless. Suddenly I started feeling nauseous and Stiles' next words were a blur.

"Hey are you guys okay?" He asked looking at us writhing in pain.

"NO! Stop the car!" I screamed , Stiles veered to the right of the small dirt road.

"Stiles pull over!" Scott growled through clenched teeth.

"Why? What's happening!" He asked. I curled up in a ball and watched as Scott opened Stiles' back pack.

"You kept it!?" Scott shrieked, referring to the wolfsbane rope from the grave. I groaned in pain from the backseat.

"What was I supposed to do with it!?"

"STOP THE CAR!" Scott roared, his eyes turning a beautiful gold. Stiles slammed on the brakes and grabbed the backpack. Flinging open his door, he raced a few feet away and threw his pack into the woods. I had started to feel better, the pain ebbing away and I could finally breath again. I opened my eyes to see Scott gone.

"Scott?" Stiles asked. He looked at me, "Did you see where he went?" I glared at him.

"I'm sorry, I was a little busy dying. No, I did not see where he went!" I snapped.

After Stiles and I searched for the runaway teen- wolf and came up empty handed, Stiles drove me home. The big game was tonight and I was worried about Scott. He could turn and kill, like, everyone. Or, I suppose, everything could go hunky- dory. We'd win the game and celebrate with pizza and happiness afterwords. Those were two possible outcomes for tonight, and I was seriously hoping for the second.

The sun was starting to set when Stiles and I pulled up outside my house. I looked over at him and smiled, "Thanks for the ride. Uh, If everything goes off without a hitch, you're gonna come celebrate after the game, right?" I asked.

"Yeah, of course. Let's just hope Scott doesn't end up snacking on an unsuspecting Lacrosse player." He said, laughing nervously. I let out a small chuckle and hopped out of the Jeep.

"See you at the game, Stilinski." I turned and walked up the sidewalk to my door.

"See you later, Hadley." Stiles called after me.

I had met Alison at the school, she had come with her father. Yeah, the same one that tried to kill Scott, Derek and I. Mr. Argent had me on edge, but I'd turned my attention to Scott and Stiles as we sat in the bleachers with our popcorn. I watched as Lydia stormed over to Scott talking to him about something. I decided to eavesdrop, training my hearing on the ongoing conversation.

"-Winning isn't everything?" Lydia Laughed at Scott's question.

"Nobody likes a loser." She sassed and joined us in the stands. Shortly after, the whistle blew and the teams jogged to their positions on the field. The whistle blew again and Jackson sprinted off with the ball, looking for someone to pass to.

Scott was open practically the whole game, but he never even got close to the ball. Jackson had scored the first goal and a few boys from the team had huddled around each other. I caught bits and pieces of what they were saying.

"-What'd I say?" Jackson.

"Don't pass to McCall." Jackson's friend, Danny. I sighed, it seemed Scott had heard them as well. He better keep his cool.

The teams got back into position and I thought I'd heard growling. Growling? Oh no. I focused on Scott who was standing hunched over breathing heavily. The referee said something to him and Scott nodded. One of the other team's players, positioned behind Scott, had backed up considerably. If Scott changes now, he's dead. Alison's father is sitting legitimately an Alison-sized person away from me, and he's probably packing some serious heat too.

"Which one is Scott again?" Mr. Argent asked.

"Number eleven." Lydia had replied. "Otherwise known as the one who hasn't caught a single ball this entire game." Yeah, because Jackson is being a huge dick. We had only scored three goals. Guest's had scored five. Lydia had made Alison and I help hold up a sign for Jackson. I saw Scott look over to us and I gave him an apologetic eyebrow shrug. That's totally a thing.

The game had started and the two facing off in the centre of the field shot the ball into the air and Scott took off, running for it. He had jumped off a player from the other team's shoulder and caught the ball in his net. He landed and sprinted to the other goal, skillfully dodging the opposing team. The crowd cheered for Scott as he scored a goal. Alison and I stood and clapped, laughing and shouting our support. I laughed at Stiles who was flailing about and following Coach Finstock, echoing his words.

The game carried on with Scott dodging and scoring. At one point, the visiting team had passed Scott the ball. The crowd went wild as Scott scored another goal, He threw the ball so hard it broke the goalie's stick net, tying us 5-5.

The game had started and Scott was passed the ball once again. He stopped in the middle of the other side of the field, looking from person to person. He wasn't in control anymore. There was seventeen seconds left and he just stood there. "Come on Scott, make the goal." I whispered. I had heard Alison say something similar and Scott looked up at us from the field.

Eight seconds left. An opposing player to his right ran at Scott.

Seven seconds. The player on Scott's left did the same.

Six seconds. Scott winds up.

Five seconds. the ball flies through the air.

Four seconds left. The goalie misses and the ball hits the back of the net. 6-5. We won the game.

I stand up and run to the field with Alison, to congratulate Scott on the win but, he's already gone. I saw the back of his 'Number eleven' Jersey disappear into the locker room door. Alison sighed and ran after him. "Robin! Come here!" I heard. Stiles was racing towards me at the speed of flail.

"What?" I asked.

"We gotta find Scott!" He urged. I nodded and we jogged in the direction Alison and Scott ran off.

We rush In to find a particularly steamy make- out session between Scott and Alison. Yuck. Stiles and I ducked back behind a row of lockers to wait it out. I rolled my eyes when I caught Stiles peeking through the grates bolted to the side of the lockers. Alison and Scott finished and Alison turned to leave, spotting Stiles who was leaned against the grates. "Hi Stiles." She greets.

"Hey, yeah!" He laughs awkwardly. I step out from behind him,

"Robin's here too!" I exclaim, raising my hand. Alison laughed, shook her head and continued walking out of the locker room.

Scott walked towards us with a dopey smile. "I kissed her."

"We saw." Stiles said with a smile.

"She kissed me." Scott said, the dopey smile still plastered on his face.

"We saw that too." I said scrunching up my nose.

"It was pretty good, Huh?" Stiles said.

"Guys, I don't know how but, I controlled it. I pulled it back." I patted his shoulder. "Maybe I can do this, maybe it's not that bad!" Stile' face fell slightly.

"What?" I asked him.

"The uh, medical examiner looked at the other half of the body we found."

"And?" Scott asked.

"Well, I'll keep it simple. Medical examiner determines killer of girl to be animal, not human. Derek's human, not animal. Derek not killer. Derek let out of jail."

"Are you kidding!' I shrieked.

"No. Here's the bigger kick in the ass; My Dad Identified the dead girl, both halves, and her name was Laura Hale." Stiles said looking to the ground.

"Hale!?" Scott yelled. My eyes widened and I put my head in my hands.

"Derek's sister." Stiles confirmed.

Hey guys! Short Chapter but I figured it best to stop where I did.

So for Robin and Stiles' ship name, I was thinking 'Riles', But I want to let you guys decide.

Again, Thanks for taking the time to read this! Makes me feel special. It also makes me feel special that people who ship Stydia or Sterek or Sciles, support the idea of Robin and Stiles together. :)

Anyway, hope you are enjoying A Wolf In Teens Clothing so far.

HugsandKisses,

~I'mGivingMeAHeadache