Through the Dark // S.S. [Book One]

Chapter 4

I sit in my usual seat as Stiles leans forward, closer to Scott. "If Derek isn't the Alpha, if he's not the one who bit you, then who did?"

Scott shakes his head. "I don't know."

Stiles then rests against the backboard of his seat. "Did the Alpha kill the bus driver?"

"I don't know." Scott repeats.

Stiles pouts slightly and I get a weird fluttery feeling in my stomach. "Does Allison's dad know about the Alpha?"

"I don't know! Jeez." Scott yells angrily.

In the midst of this, the teacher is handing back our tests and I already knew I wouldn't do well. As the test is place face down on my desk, I earn a disappointed look from the teacher. I flip it over and see a 'D-'. Well, better than an 'F' I suppose.

Scott's test is passed back with a 'D' as well and meanwhile, Stiles has gotten an 'A'. He looks at the grades Scott and I received.

"You guys need to study more." Scott and I glare at Stiles. "That was a joke, you two. It's one test. You guys can make it up. Do either of you want help studying?"

Scott shakes his head, smiling. "No. I'm studying with Allison after school today."

Stiles grins. "That's my boy."

"We're just studying."

Stiles gives Scott a look. "Uh, no, you're not."

"No, I'm not?" Scott questions.

"Not if I'm forced to live vicariously through you. If you go to her house today and squander that colossal opportunity, I swear to God I'll have you de-balled."

"Truer words were never spoken." I tease, wiggling my eyebrows.

The bell rings and we walk out of the school. Scott sighs. "Okay. Just--Stop with the questions, man."

Stiles nods. "Done. No more questions. No more talk about the Alpha or Derek. Especially Derek--who still scares me."

Outside the school, I climb into the Jeep, Stiles following shortly after throwing his backpack into the back.

He backs up from his space and starts driving towards the exit. A figure appears right in front of the Jeep, holding up a hand to stop us. "Oh, my God." Stiles says as I go out to help him. As I get to him, he falls to the ground. The cars begin honking their horns.

"Holy Hera!" I hiss, not caring about cursing her name. "We gotta get you up. Scott's on his way."

Derek grabs my hand weakly and I try to lift him up. I almost succeed, and then he falls. Scott and Stiles rush over. "Oh, no no--no--no, not here!" Scott cries.

"You've gotta be kidding me. This guy's everywhere--" Stiles starts.

I brush my hair back. "What are you doing here, Derek?"

"I was shot." He manages.

Stiles glances to Scott. "He's not looking so good, dude."

I roll my eyes. "Thank you; we weren't sure."

Scott cracks a smile and turns back to Derek. "Why aren't you healing?"

Derek lets out a pained sigh. "I can't. It was--it was a different kind of bullet."

"A silver bullet?" Stiles inquires.

"No, you idiot." Derek scoffs.

Scott's eyes widen slightly. "Wait, wait. That's what she meant when she said you had 48 hours."