The Other McCall ✢ Stilinski | 1

SIXTEEN

Scott had stopped and pulled over near Derek, Stiles had opened the door.

"Get it!" Stiles yelled at Derek, leaving the door opened and he climbed over in the back, hoping next to me and gave me a smile. I smiled back.

Mr. Argent had a machine gun and fired it at Derek, who dodged and made his way into the car, he slammed the door car. Scott had sped off, to god knows where.

At least we escaped the hunters.

"What part of staying low don't you understand?" Scott snapped at Derek.

"Damn it, I had him!" Derek snapped.

"Who, the Alpha?" I had lean forward, maybe a bit to close to Derek who glared at me.

"Yes! He was right in front of me, and the freaking police showed up." Stiles ahd shoved me out of the way slightly, and we both squeezed in the middle of the gap.

"Hey, they're just doing their jobs..." Stiles tried defending his dad and Derek glared at him.

"Yeah, thanks to someone who decided to make the most wanted fugitive in the enitre state." Derek looked over at Scott, who was still driving.

"Can we seriously get past that? I made a dumbass mistake. I get it."

I snort. "Yeah, you did."

"All right." Stiles said loudly, trying to cut the tension between the three of us. "How did you find him?"

"Can you try to trust us for at least half a second?" Scott asked.

"Yeah, all of us." Stiles added. Stiles glared at me and Derek.

"Or just Scott." I muttered. "We'll be back here." I grabbed the back of Stiles shirt and pulled it, bringing him back to me.

"Look, the last time I talked to my sister she was close to figuring something out." Derek started. "She found to things. The first was a guy named Harris." My eyes widen.

I quickly went forward before Stiles did. "Our chemistry teacher?" I let out a scoff.

"Why him?" Scott asked. Stiles shoved me over, and I rolled my eyes letting him come in between the gap.

"I don't know yet." Derek said.

"What's the second?" Scott asked.

Derek then pulled out a symbol drawing and unwrapped it. it looked like a wolf. "Some kind of symbol." Scott had this look on his face like he knew exactly what it was or where he had seen it. "What? You know what this is?"

"I've seen it on a necklace." Scott sighed. "Allison's necklace."

New goal.

Get that necklace and figure out what the hell it means.

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"This is gonna be impossible, you know." Scott told us the next day at school as we enter Beacon Hills Highschool in the morning. We walk down the hallways.

"Why don't you ask her if you can borrow it? Or maybe Stacey can, isn't that what girls do?" Stiles looked down at me and I rolled my eyes.

"I've come to a conclusion that Allison wants me to apologize to her for snapping at her the other night. Which, I'm not gonna. I was just as scared and confused as she was, I handle things differently. Plus, I don't think me and Allison are friends anymore. Not any more than it used to be, which was nothing more than a simple hello. But... you get the point. We're not exactly speaking to each other either." I rambled on, I pressed my lips together.

Oops.

"How can I borrow it?" Scott asked, continuing.

"It's easy," Stiles said. "You just say, hey, Allison, can I borrow your necklace to see if there's anything in it or on it hat can lead me to an Alpha werewolf I need to kill in order to get back with you..."

"You're not helping." Scott cuts him off, and I chuckled. I thought it was funny.

"Why don't you just talked to her?" I ask.

"She won't talk to me." Scott reminded us. "What if she like, only takes it off while in the shower or something?"

"That's why you ease... that's why you ease back into it, okay?" Stiles told Scott. Oh no, Stiles's is giving dating advice. I roll my eyes. "Get back onto her good side, remind her of the good times."

Okay, maybe it won't be so bad.

"And then you ask her for the necklace." I nod my head, can't believe I'm agreeing to Stiles' plan.

Scott smirked. Stiles smacked his shoulder. "You're thinking about her in the shower, aren't you?"

Scott chuckled. "Yeah,"

"All right, stay focused, okay?" Stiles reminded him. "Get the necklace, get cured, get Allison back."

"In the order, okay?" I told Scott, smiling at him. He's gonna get his girlfriend back, for sure, I mean, he loves her, right? He can't just... give up.

"Come on, Stacey, we have class." I wave at Scott, Stiles and I turned around and we walked off.

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"How the hell did he find out?" Stiles asked as we walked through the hallways again, Jackson had apparntly found out Scott was a werewolf. I'm freaking out about it. No one was supposed to know.

"I have no idea." Scott panicked.

"All right. Did he say it out loud? The word?" I ask, keeping up with the boys as they were speed walking down the hallways. Also, if Jackson didn't get what Scott had, he'd tell Allison.

Now that's a new low.

"What word?" Scott whispered to us.

Oh, my god.

"Werewolf. Did he say I know you're a werewolf?" Stiles asked rather quietly.

"No, but he implied it pretty freaking clearly," Scott informed us. This is so bad.

"Okay, maybe it's not as bad as it seems." Stiles said, way to be optimistic. "I mean, he doesn't have any proof, right? And I he were to tell someone, who's gonna believe him, anyways?"

"How about Allison's father?" Scott snapped at Stiles. My eyes widen, I didn't even think about that.

"Okay, it's bad." I clarified, and groaned.

"I need a cure. Right now." Scott begged like I would know.

"Does he know about Allison's father?" Stiles asked.

"I don't know" Scott sighed.

"Okay, where's Derek?" I ask.

"Hiding, like we told him, why?" Scott asked. I smiled.

"I have another idea." I annouced. "It's gonna take a little time and finesse, though."

"We have that game tonight. It's quarterfinals." Scott said, as we stopped. Oh, yeah, Stiles made the first line and Scott was co-captain of the lacrosse team. I was ecstatic for Stiles. "And I know it's Stiles' first game."

"I know, I know." I sighed, running a hand through my clean hair.

"Do you have a plan for Allison yet?" Stiles asked Scott.

"She's in my next class." Scott sighed.

"Get the necklace." I smile at Scott, while Stiles grabbed my hand and dragged me along beside him.