Broken // Derek Hale~Stiles Stilinski {Book 2}

0.2 Movie Night.

Disclaimer-
I do not own Teen Wolf. It'd be pretty cool if I did though.

A/n-
Hello my angels! Here is part two of episode one, I decided to break the episodes in two chapters for the most part in this book seeing as I'm trying to make my writing more detailed and add Amelia into situations at any chance I can get. So carry on and I hope you enjoy the chapter! Happy reading, X, -K.

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Chapter 2-
Movie Night.

It was 20 minutes later and I was sitting on a desk, a nurse examining my wounds even though I came out of the situation unharmed. "I told you fifty million times, Stiles covered me so I didn't get hurt, can I go now?" I hissed, annoyed with the nurses hands grabbing my arms and searching my body for any signs of harm.

The nurse pursed her lips, her arms crossing over her chest as she looked at me. I was saved though when Sheriff Stilinski walked over, "I got this one." He said, and the nurse walked away. I breathed out a deep sigh of relief, having the nurse gone.

"Are you okay?" He asked me and I nodded, smiling at his as I looked over his shoulder, seeing Stiles walking over to us.

As he approached, he stood next to me and I elbowed his side lightly, my grin growing as I looked up at Sheriff Stilinski, "I'm fine, your son saved me. I felt like a damsel, ew." I scowled jokingly, looking up at Stiles who smiled down at me.

I looked up, catching sight of Mr. Argent rushing into the room and over to Allison. Over the past few months, I talked to Argent a handful of times, he was sorry for what his wife, father, and daughter did to hurt me and Isaac. I had to forgive him, I'm such a forgiving person, it's disgusting.

Obviously Stiles' dad saw Chris walk in the room too as he turned around, taking a few steps in his direction. Me and Stiles glanced at each other before adverting our eyes to the two dads talking. "Mr. Argent, you wouldn't happen to have any insight about this, would you?" He asked and my eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Mr. Argent turned to face the sheriff, his eyebrows raising at his assumption, "Me?"

Sheriff Stilinski nodded, "Yeah, all this bizarre animal behavior. It's.. You must've seen something like this before, right?" He asked, looking up at the ex-Hunter again.

Chris's face didn't even flinch as he said, "I'm not sure why I would or why you would think I would." He stated, his arms crossing over his chest as he stared back at John.

I watched the back of his neck heat up, his arm coming up to scratch his short hair in embarrassment, it was something that I picked up on Stiles every time he was embarrassed or nervous and now I know where he gets it from. He chuckled, "I'm sorry. I-I could've sworn I overheard my son talking about how you were an experienced Hunter."

I snorted, putting my face in my shoulder as all eyes turned to me. I bit my bottom lip to contain my laughter as Chris looked down with a smirk, "Ah, right. Well, not anymore." He told him, glaring at Stiles for talking so carelessly about supernatural business.

After the sheriff walked away, I followed Stiles out of the room to see who he was on the phone with. I heard his voice outside the door and strained my hearing to listen to him clearly. "Derek's house? What the hell are you doing at Derek's?" He asked, his eyebrows knitting together as he talked to his friend. He was silent for a few seconds before muttering a "fine."

I walked out of the classroom and grabbed Stiles' arm as he turned to leave, "I want to come."

He turned to look at me, knowing that Derek and I were in a fight at the moment. He nodded though, ushering me out of the school and towards his blue jeep.