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Chapter 5: Making Scott See Reason, Not!
The alarm clock blared, snapping Stiles out of his dreamless sleep. He gets up and yawns, rubbing his eyes and wondering how he didn't have another nightmare when the early morning events came back to him. What the hell? God, Derek totally saw him like that.
Deciding not to be late to school, he got up. Since he was already dressed, he just went to the bathroom before packing his school bag and heading out. His dad was probably already at work by then.
If Scott noticed the dark circles under his best friend's eyes when they met yet again in the front of the school, he didn't comment. Actually, he seemed pretty distracted.
"What's up with you?" Stiles asked, raising an eyebrow at the bashful expression on Scott's face.
"Nothing, nothing." he mumbled.
"Oh god, is it the new girl?" Stiles knew he guessed right when Scott looked at him with wide eyes.
"How'd you know?" he questioned.
"How? You made goo goo eyes at her since the moment she arrived. Don't worry bro, I'm happy for you." Stiles failed to mention the fact that he knew Scott was using his super hearing to practicality stalk Allison.
"Stiles, I asked her to the party this Friday." That caused Stiles's mood to deflate. Friday was a full moon. Scott wouldn't be able to control the shift. How was he going to get Scott to not go?
"Anyways, let's get to class." He decided to broach the subject after school.
The rest of the day happened the same as before. Scott stared at Allison, Stiles tuned out most of everything going around him, and after school lacrosse practice was also a repeat of Scott's amazing, overnight skills.
What he didn't expect was to see Derek Hale leaning against his jeep. Even though Stiles knew that he talked to him early this morning, the flashes of memory he had didn't help him recall exactly what he said. He hoped he didn't admit anything he couldn't explain.
Shoving Derek aside from his door, knowing he let him because come on- werewolf strength, he started his jeep. Though he almost had a heart attack seeing the werewolf sitting in the passenger seat, not at all hearing him open and shut the car door.
He gripped his chest in a dramatic expression and glared at Derek.
"Geez, trying to kill me? Give a guy some warning next time." he muttered, fighting the urge to make some werewolf jokes. He didn't know how he would react.
"What happened this morning?" Well, Mr. Sourwolf over here likes to jump straight to the point.
"I honestly don't know." Stiles decided to be truthful, knowing that the shifter probably had better senses and could hear his heart rate.
"Why were you even there?" Derek asked, green eyes boring into his.
Stiles was about to lie or tell something so close to the truth that he wouldn't notice, when he decided to fuck it. He's been hiding his magic for as long as he could remember and he wanted to talk to someone who could understand. He probably should've confided in Scott, but he didn't. He was being stupid, but he was just so damn tired.
"Look, I don't know if I can tell you how I know, but I know. I promise I won't tell anyone, but I know about you being a werewolf and a big bad alpha with red eyes biting my best friend. Even Scott doesn't know what I know."
Stiles started the jeep and started down the road, staring ahead. Instead of taking the way straight home, his usual route after school, he took a drive. He didn't care where he was going, he knew he wasn't getting out of this conversation and would rather it happen in a car then at home.
The silence dragged on until Stiles couldn't take it anymore and looked at the older man beside him. Derek was staring out the window, looking deep in thought. Finally, Stiles broke the silence.
"Aren't you going to ask why, or think I'm crazy? Because trust me, I feel like I am!" For some reason Stiles breath picked up, as well as his heartbeat. Derek seemed to realize he was anxious, and probably was about to learn something he hasn't said to anybody before.
"I might want to know how you found out my secret, but you promised you weren't going to tell anyone and also said you don't even know if you can explain."
"Is this some reverse psychology shit? Like if you don't want me to tell you, then I'lll want to tell you?" Stiles asked, seemingly angry and frustrated.
"No! Okay fine, maybe I am insanely curious. You smell weird, not like any human I've ever smelt. And your eyes, they change to this blue and look so haunted that it doesn't look like you anymore. One minute, you act like a normal kid, and the next you act much older than you are! Anyone else would want to find out as well."
"I-I don't know why that is either. Well, I know about the scent but not the eyes or how I act. I've always been like this. Anyways, I need your help, Derek, and I know we just met but it's Scott."
"What about Scott?" Derek asked after a moment of silence, going over what Stiles said in his head.
"Friday's a full moon, and Scott's going to go to this stupid party with Allison. His blood lust will be at it's peak, and he'll be in a party full of drunk teenagers." Derek's eyes darkened, recalling his teenage years when he tried to control his shift.
"You have to convince him not to go." he practically growled. "Try to make him see what he is."
"It shouldn't be too hard. I mean, he's already has the heightened senses. Oh how I'll love when the temper comes in." Stiles mumbled to himself sarcastically, already knowing that Derek could hear him.
Mission Make Scott See Reason didn't exactly go to plan. First of all, he waited till the last possible minute to confront Scott. Stiles thought it would be simple, considering all the evidence piling up. But he didn't know how stubborn Scott would be. He already knew Scott and his stubbornness, they've been friends since elementary school, but he didn't think he would be this hard headed. It made him want to beat head against the wall.
"Get in. You gotta see this thing. I've been up all night reading - websites, books. All this information." Stiles said, letting Scott in and mentally preparing himself for what was to come.
"Oh, is this about the body? Did they find out who did it?"
"No, they're still questioning people, even Derek Hale." Stiles said, cringing. During his chat with Derek, he found out that the alpha wolf that bit Scott killed the girl in the woods, and that the girl was Derek's sister.
"Oh, the guy in the woods that we saw the other day." Scott realized.
"Yeah! Yes. But that's not it, okay?" Stiles exclaimed, frustrated and wanting to get back on topic.
"What, then?"
"Remember the joke from the other day? Not a joke anymore. The wolf - the bite in the woods. I started doing all this reading. I found out all this stuff, legends and such. It all matches perfectly to what is going on with you."
"What do you mean, going on with me?" Scott asked, getting angry.
"Werewolves. How else would you explain what is happening to you? All the stuff that is occurring is centered around the bite from the wolf in the woods!" the warlock exclaimed, trying to keep his magic in check.
"Are you seriously wasting my time with this? You know I'm picking up Allison in an hour.
"I saw you on the field today, Scott. Okay, what you did wasn't just amazing, all right? It was impossible." He hoped he didn't sound jealous, he wanted his best friend to believe him.
"Yeah, so I made a good shot." Scott mumbled, staring at the floor.
"No, you made an incredible shot, I mean - The way you moved, your speed, your reflexes. Y'know, People can't just suddenly do that overnight. And there's the vision and the senses, and don't even think I don't notice that you don't need your inhaler anymore."
"Okay! Dude, I can't think about this now. We'll talk tomorrow." Scott tried to ignore what his friend was saying, not wanting to believe it.
"Tomorrow?! What? No! The full moon's tonight. Don't you get it?" His tone was borderline hysterical.
"What are you trying to do? I just made first line. I got a date with a girl who I can't believe wants to go out with me, and everything in my life is somehow perfect. Why are you trying to ruin it?" Scott glared, growl building in his chest.
"I'm trying to help. You're cursed, Scott. You know, and it's not just the moon will cause you to physically change. It also just so happens to be when your bloodlust will be at its peak." he said frantically, worry filling him.
"Bloodlust?" Scott growled.
"Yeah, your urge to kill." explained the wizard.
"I'm already starting to feel an urge to kill, Stiles."
"You gotta hear this." Stiles insisted, grabbing one of the many books he read all night to verify his facts and add to what he knew. "The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse." All right? I haven't seen anyone raise your pulse like Allison does. You gotta cancel this date. I'm gonna call her right now."
He made a move towards the phone, and Scott got mad. His pulse quickened and his eyes turned to slits. The dark brown of his eyes turned black.
"What are you doing?" he questioned angrily as Stiles searched through his things and pulled out his phone.
"I'm canceling the date." Stiles stated, searching through the contacts.
"No, give it to me!" yelled Scott.
He pushed Stiles into the wall painfully holding him in a hurtful grip with one hand and clenching his other into a fist and lifting it, poised to hit his friend. Stiles clenched his eyes, preparing for the blow and making sure he pulled in magic so it wouldn't lash out.
Instead of hitting Stiles, he let him go and hit his desk chair, breathing heavily. Then suddenly Scott came to his senses, the red in his vision vanishing. The anger disappeared, leaving in it's place a deep guilt. "I'm sorry. I - I gotta go get ready for that party. I'm sorry."
He just grabbed his stuff and left, scared of what he was capable of. The warlock sighed heavily, examining his chair. It seemed to be scratched on the back with what looked like huge claws, judging by the size. That was where Scott hit in his fit of anger.
"Dammit!" Stiles exclaimed, frustrated.
Grabbing his own phone, he checked his contacts and clicked a recently added one. It rang for just a few seconds before it was answered.
"Derek, we have a problem," he muttered into the receiver.