Chapter 3
A week had passed. Emily Parker stood outside Stiles' jeep after school. The two had promised to study on that night for the upcoming test in Mr. Harris' class. The man's sarcasm was funny when it was not directed towards you. So Stiles hated the man.
"Hey beautiful." A voice whispered behind Emily. The dark haired brunette rolled her eyes.
"Hi Jackson."
"I will never get why you consider those two losers your best friends." Jackson complained nodded his head in the direction of the said 'losers.' Emily looked up to the front entrance of the high school seeing Scott and Stiles discussing something that seemed important. Scott then caught sight of the female and his nemesis slapping his hand against Stiles' arm. The two stared at her as if she had been eavesdropping in on some big secret. This was not the first time they have acted like this. Since the night Emily had found Scott in the middle of the road the two had been acting different. They shared a secret that she was not welcomed to. She shared everything about her life with the two but suddenly she was not allowed to know anything anymore. She should have known that this would happen. Emily had hardly even spoke to them anymore. Scott and Stiles stood in place still just staring and not speaking. Emily rolled her eyes turning around to face Jackson.
"Can I have a ride home? You're right, why am I friends with them." Jackson smiled knowing he won. He walked around the cad and held the passenger door open for Emily.
"Isn't Lydia coming?" She asked.
"Nope, she's out with Allison. Looks like she's already getting you a replacement for those two morons." Jackson chuckled closing the side door. He knew he had to push Stiles' buttons even more. He gave the teenager a wink and smirk before entering his prized and valued vehicle.
"What's up with them? They seem to be even more weird than before." Jackson pointed out.
"I have no idea." Emily honestly replied.
Allison smiled at her reflection seeing herself in a dress Lydia had picked out.
"Told you it'd look good on you." Lydia said smirking.
"I love it. But when would I ever wear this dress?" Allison asked turning around to see it from the back. The dress was a bright red that came to a stop just above her knees.
"On your next date with Scott, duh." Lydia explained as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"He hasn't said that much since he apologized about ditching me at the party." Allison sadly replied.
"I doubt he's ever had a girlfriend. You probably just have him nervous." Lydia assured.
"Doesn't your boyfriend hate Scott? Why are you standing up for him?"
"Because he's not that bad. And if you like him, I can put up with him and Jackson's bickering. Anyways, are you going to buy the dress or what?"
"We just let her leave with him?" Stiles questioned.
"She'll forgive us, she always does." Scott mumbled clearly focusing on something else.
"What if she doesn't this time Scott? We've been blowing her off for a week. Have you even said a word to we since then? Because I know this morning was the first time I talked to her." Stiles confessed feeling ashamed. Of course he was a idiot about all of this.
"I broke a promise. I promised her I would hangout with her tonight and that we would study."
"Whatever Stiles, she's fine." Scott finished as Stiles parked his jeep in front of the Hale's burned down house. The other day when Scott had dragged his best friend back into the woods in search of his inhaler and the body a strange man had been there. His name was Derek Hale. He had not been seen in years. Probably not since his family had died in an arson fire taken place at their home. Adding onto the suspicion of Derek, he knew Scott had been looking for his inhaler and even threw it at him.
"I don't like this." Stiles protested. "What if he's home?"
"When have you ever cared about getting caught?" Scott questioned.
"Since a possible killer who ripped a living human being in half got involved!" Stiles defended himself. Scott huffed at the statement exiting the vehicle and following the scent that matched the 'Jane Doe' at the morgue. Since Scott had been bitten by a 'werewolf' his senses had been keen. Last Friday Scott had taken Allison out to Lydia's party where the reality of what was going on kicked in. Stiles had abandoned Emily then also. Shit, they were being horrible friends. That same night Scott had seen Derek then that's when he knew that the young Hale was the one who had bitten him. The bite was a curse. Scott was stuck with it forever now. He continued walking tracking down the scent of the body as it neared closer. Stiles came with the theory of Derek burying the body around his house.
"Emily is never to talk to me again." Stiles mumbled sadly.
"You've known her most of your life and never acted on your feelings. That's your fault." Scott pointed out.
"Because I never thought she would ever see me that way. I still can't. What if she did have feelings for me?"
"Right here." Scott answered.
"What?"
"The body, it's buried here."
"Okay, we need to go." Stiles ordered tugging on his friends shirt.
Emily lied along her bed scrambling through endless notes taken in class. The sun had set and the moon took its place. She reached over to check the time on her phone when it began to ring. The contact identification belonged to Stiles Stilinski. Emily thought to herself weather answering it was a good idea or not. Finally she came to a decision.
"Hello?" Emily asked in a bored and rather irritated voice.
"Emily, I just wanted to say I'm sorry for-"
"Stiles, honestly it doesn't matter. You and Scott clearly don't trust me anymore for whatever reason and I'm over it." Emily bit her lip trying to keep her voice steady. Ending what seemed like a lifetime long friendship was more painful than what she had prepared herself to face.
"We trust you still! You have to believe us that-"
"Then what have you been hiding Stiles? We haven't talked in days and when we did this morning you just wanted help with studying and then you blew me off! Tell me what's going on." Silence lingered instead of a response. "I figured. Goodbye Stiles." Emily hung up the phone and rolled onto her back staring at her ceiling. It was much easier to hold the tears back now. Her feelings for Stiles were still strong. She was sure the two would become friends again soon. It just sucked feeling this way for the time being. Her phone rang again. This time it was Scott. She decided to ignore the call and every other that would come after it. She had studied enough for one night and was too tired to talk. Emily stood up and walked to her father's bedroom.
"Goodnight dad. I still love you." Emily whispered as she cracked the door opened. She smiled before shutting the door again. The room was empty.
Stiles sat on top of his bed trying to clear his mind of all the thoughts rushing through. There was a killer within the same area as him at this very instant. Making matters worst, the killer was a supernatural creature. A werewolf. Derek Hale was a werewolf. His best friend Scott McCall was a werewolf. Those last words were ones he never thought would be spoken. What would their lives be like from now on? Nothing would be the same, ever. He could not wrap his mind around that. Would more people start to die? Would Scott be murdered for knowing the truth? Would the next victim be someone he knows? And most importantly, what would become of him and Emily? No, that was not the most important situation going on. Derek is killing people. That is the main priority. That, and keeping Scott alive. Werewolves are not the only thing to fear. Apparently there are hunters. People who hate what Scott is and stop at nothing to kill and get rid of them as threats. To top all that off, Scott's girlfriend Allison Argent's father was a hunter. Nothing could be easy now. Everything would be hard from now on. But how difficult will things become? Stiles lunged from his spot on the bed hearing a door close.
"Stiles, you home?" His father called out.
"In my room." Stiles replies shutting his laptop and clearing papers off his desk. His bedroom door opened showing his father in his uniform.
"I brought you some dinner. Figured it was the least I could do. I have to get back to the station and just wanted to check in on you."
"I'm fine dad, really. Go find that psycho killer before something else happens." Stiles tried grabbing the bag of fast food.
"Right, well, see you in the morning." Mr. Stilinski sadly smiled before heading back out. Stiles worried about his father constantly. Being a sheriff was one thing but now having Derek out there made things worse.
Allison sat at the desk located in her room. She had arrived home an hour ago after hitting up the mall with Lydia. She decided some last minute studying was necessary for tomorrow's test.
"Allison, dear, how was your today." Allison's mother asked from the doorway.
"Oh, fine. Lydia showed me around the mall. She knows her way around there as if she had built the place herself." The teenager joked looking back down to her notes. "I just have some notes I'm going over for this test tomorrow."
"Good, I'm glad you have your priorities straight." Mrs. Argent proudly replied. "Oh, when do you suppose your father and I will be able to meet Scott?"
"Um, I'm not sure. He hasn't been feeling well lately and he's busy with lacrosse."
"Well, whenever he has a free day I insist on bringing him over for dinner." Mrs. Argent smiled. Allison nodded in agreement watching as her mother walked back down the hallway. What she didn't see however was the wicked frown her mother wore.
Scott McCall placed his phone back on the kitchen counter after trying to reach Emily five times. He knew it was pointless. She was angry with him and she knew how to hold a grudge. Besides, more important things were happening. In just one hour Stiles would be outside the McCall house. The two were going to shovel through dirt to find the other half of the recently murdered female.
"Scott?" Mrs. McCall called out.
"In the kitchen." Down the stairs came his mother in her nurse uniform.
"I have the night shift again. You going to be okay tonight?" She asked grabbing a water from the refrigerator.
"Yeah, don't worry about me." Scott insisted walking into the living room and plopping down onto the couch.
"Okay. Make sure you lock all the doors. That killer is still out there somewhere." The motherly instincts kicked in as she hugged her son tightly. Scott agreed as he walked her out of the house. Just as she had drove out of eyesight Stiles pulled into the driveway.
"You ready?" He asked rolling down his window.
"As ready as I'll ever be." He figured locking the door behind me and entering the jeep.
"You think he'll be there?" Stiles asked worriedly.
"I don't know. If he is we stake out until he leaves."
"Scott, he has super hearing like you. He'll hear us from a mile away." Stiles reminded his best friend as he reversed his vehicle. "Got another plan?"
"Nope."
"Great, I can't wait to be ripped in half. If sees us we run off in different directions and whoever gets caught gets to have a nice funeral."
"Thanks for the encouragement."
