It was the morning after last nights little 'Show' with Stiles crashing into Peter and everything was going nuts, we were now claiming Derek as dead because he had walked into gun fire last night to protect Scott...as least I think it was to protect Scott, Peter had threatened to hurt Alison and Scott's boss wasn't just a vet for animals, also my mom now thought I was dating Stiles so everytime she was around we had to act like we were, I didn't mind that much but I always felt dissapointed when I knew it wasn't real
"Call it again" Scott said looking under his bed, he had lost his phone and was trashing his room looking for it "It's not here. So you lost your phone why don't you just get a new one?" Stiles asked from his spot on Scott's computer chair "I can't afford a new one. And we can't do this alone, we have to find Derek" Scott replied jumping up from the floor "You guys aren't alone, you have me. And B didn't you say Derek walked into gunfire he sounds pretty dead" Stiles said
"The Argent's plan is to use him to find the alpha their not gonna kill him" Scott said still looking around for his phone "So just let them do what their planning, you know they use Derek to get Peter problem solved" Stiles said as Scott threw his clothes out of the closet "Not if Peter's going after Alison to find Derek, I can't protect her on my own which means we need to find Derek first. Would you just help me" Scott said
"You know you probably lost it when you two were fighting, you remember that when he was trying to kill you? After you interrupted him trying to kill Jackson? Are you starting to find the pattern of violent behaviour here?" Stiles asked "He wasn't going to kill anyone, and I'm not going to let him die" Scott said firmly, Stiles sighed "Could you at leat think about letting him die? For me?" Stiles asked hopefully,
I chuckled "What?" he asked as Scott paused "My mom just got home from work" he replied, I tilted my head and listened "Hey it's me, Mellisa McCall, um giving you a call, that always sounds really weird because of my last name, so yeah um you know I was just wondering if you wanted to re-schedual dinner or lunch, or maybe you would like to do coffee or maybe you're a tea drinker I don't know but we could also go out for drinks because I think I'll need a few after this very embarassing phonecall so if it doesn't freak you out too much after this disastrous call feel free to give me a call" she said,
I smiled a little but sighed once I heard her crying "She okay?" Stiles asked, Scott shook his head "She's crying" he said, I stood up from the bed and made my way into the hall "Sarah where are you going?" Stiles asked curiously, I carried on walking downstairs and I opened the front door, mom had just gotten out of her car and wiped a few tears away "Mom" I called, she slowly turned around and smiled
"Hey Sarah, is everything okay?" she asked, I nodded and walked towards her "Are you okay?" I asked, she sighed but nodded "I'm fine" she said reasuringly, I walked around the car and wrapped my arms around her waist, she put hers around my shoulders and hugged back "Is everything okay?" she asked worriedly, I nodded and held back my tears "Just needed a hug I guess" I replied shrugging, she nodded.
The Next Day...
I waited outside the locker room for the lacrosse team to get lost, the boys were busy talking to Jackson and I couldn't exactly join them when there were showering guys in there with them, once I found they were all gone I walked in "Hello female werewolf looking for her brother" I sang, Scott's head poked out from behind the lockers and narrowed his eyes
"Sarah there could be other guys in here" he hissed, I rolled my eyes and walked around to where he was stood with Stiles and Jackson "Look just have her dad do it he's the one actually equiped to handle this" Jackson said "How am I supposed to do that and stop him from finding out about me?" Scott asked "Not my problem" Jackson said, he went to walk past them when Scott put his hand out
"You're her friend too. You are, all that time you spent with her to get to me you can't tell me that you got to know her and didn't like her, it's Alison it's impossible not to like her" Scott said, Jackson sighed "You can't tell me that you don't care if she get's hurt" Scott said, Jackson shook his head "What if I get hurt?" he asked, I rolled my eyes "It'll be worth it" Scott replied
"Not to me" Jackson said walking past us, I groaned "Scott?" I sang raising my eyebrows "Well I shouldn't say I told you so, because it's not strong enough how about I'm always right and you should always listen to what I say and never disagree ever for the sake of your wolfyhood" Stiles said, I stared at Scott hoping he would give me the okay on this "Were not done" he said, he turned to me
"Don't hurt him too bad, just get him to help us" he said firmly, I smirked and walked out from behind the lockers, Jackson was close to the door "Hey Jackson" I called, he slowly turned arond and rolled his eyes "What?" he asked boredly, I let my eyes change color and my canines grow through, his eyes widened "Just need to talk to you" I said shrugging, I growled and slammed him agains't the door.
I leaned agains't the wall pretending to be on my phone when really I was making sure Jackson asked Alison to the dance "Hey don't worry I'll still be there" Stiles said to Scott who was hidden from Alison's view by my body "I'm still going" he said, Jackson walked away with Alison and I put away my phone while turning to them "Is that such a good idea? You don't have a date" Stiles pointed out
"Not yet" Scott said "Do you have a suit?" "Not yet" "Do you have a ticket to the formal? A ride there?" Stiles asked, Scott sighed and turned to face him "No and no" he replied "So you're going to ride your bike to a dance that your not even allowed to go to without a date, a suit or a way in with werewolves and werewolf hunters all out to kick your ass?" Stiles asked, Scott smiled "Yeah, you wanna help me?" he asked "Yeah" Stiles confirmed throwing an' arm around his shoulder, I rolled my eyes and headed towards my class.