I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF. Only Melanie and her plot lines.
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I merely stood by Stiles' blue jeep in front of the school, patiently awaiting Derek's dramatic arrival.
I was apparently here, along with Scott and Stiles, to break into the school. So Scott could get to the intercom, howl into it, and signal the alpha. All because they wanted to see if Scott was linked to the terrifying monster. Which sounded extremely dangerous, insane, and stupid.
I hadn't attended school for the past few days, so Scott and Stiles were struggling to catch me up on everything that had occurred. As for the extremely odd and uncomfortable conversation Stiles and I had in his car a few days ago, I attempted to forget about it. Mainly because I don't want Stiles to think I like him, and screw up our friendship. As for Stiles, he seemed to not mention it. Probably figuring that I was just PMSing, or the pain meds were effecting me oddly.
"Okay so, Stiles. You thought you could train Scott yourself? So you stole coaches phone and attempted to control his heart rate?"
"Yeah." Scott chuckled, easily answering for him, "We also found out that Allison is my anchor."
I smirked, security folding my arms, "So, pno more ignoring her?"
"No more ignoring her." He restated my question, a large, overwhelming smile sitting on his face.
"Well looks like you guys had an eventful day. I sat in bed." I grinned, nodding at them with a laugh.
"Well, we missed you." Stiles genuinely smiled, "I was worried about you."
"Pshh, seriously more like wouldn't shut up about you." Scott chuckled as the pale boy hit him firmly in the right shoulder. "But yeah, it's weird not having the annoying Melanie around."
I smiled sarcastically at him, rolling my eyes dramatically for effect, "love you too."
As if on que, Derek's black Camaro pulled up in the schools parking lot. The engine making its signature sound as the three of us conversed quietly, before Derek could depart his vehicle.
"This is a terrible idea." Stiles scolded, narrowing his eyes at the teen wolf.
I rose my hand mockingly, stepping closer to the two boys, "Yeah–I second that statement."
"Well what else do you want me to do?" Asked Scott, glaring at the both of us for annoyingly teaming up on him.
Stiles simply shrugged, "Well personally, I'm a big fan of ignoring a problem until it goes away."
I snatched the yellow bolt cutters from Stiles' hands, holding them cautiously out in front of me. "We're using these to break into school?" I asked, "Who breaks into school?"
My sentence was cut short by Derek smoothly strolling out of his car, attired in his usual leather jacket along with the permanent scowl contorting his grim features. The werewolf rose a curious eyebrow, pointing a threatening finger out in front of him, "What is she doing here?"
"I wanted to help." I stated, handing the bolt cutters back to Stiles. Not wanting to be questioned about the odd tool.
"Where's my boss?" Questioned Scott, raising a demanding eyebrow.
Derek sighed, "In the back."
Our gaze all shifted to Deaton, tied up in the back of Derek's oddly serial killer vibed car. It looked as if Deaton had committed a crime, and he had been roughly arrested. Actually, it looked more like a kidnapping.
"He looks comfortable." Stiles said sarcastically, nodding towards Scott's boss.
Scott just rolled his eyes dramatically, beginning to make his way towards the high school. And without hesitation, Stiles and I began to follow.
"Wait." Derek stopped us. "What are you doing?"
"You said that I was linked to the Alpha. Well, we're gonna find out."
We all nodded in agreement, my head shake a bit too hesitant, but we proceeded to make our way towards the school anyways.
"Wait." Derek halted us once again, our heads all whipping around with the utmost annoyance. "I want Melanie to stay."
Our eyes all widened in surprise, me shooting the two boys an extremely uneasy look. Why did I have to stay?
"Why do I have to stay?" I spoke my thoughts, narrowing my eyes at the intimidating werewolf.
"Because." Derek sighed, crossing both of his arms. "I want to talk to you about the video store."
"Yeah, no. Derek, sorry but that is never going to happen. Ever. Never ever." Stiles shook his head numerous times as Scott just stood there, staring at the werewolf. It looked as if he was attempting to look into his cold, black, soul. An impossible ask if you were to question me.
"I'm not going to hurt her. I didn't hurt her in the car when I drove her home from the party, right?"
"Yeah, that almost gave me a heart attack." Stiles smiled sarcastically, rolling his eyes, "Thank you for that."
"Oh c'mon, I don't even have a reason to hurt her." Derek groaned, shoving the both of his hands in his front pockets, giving us a shrug, "Yet."
I pursed my lips together with the shake of my head, "Yeah, not really helping your case here, Derek."
I then turned my attention to the two boys, Scott continuing to stare into Derek's life-less exterior as well as Stiles shaking his head vigorously.
"Go, I'll be fine."
Stiles laughed timidly, his hands moving in different directions as he struggled to prove his point, "That's funny, Mel. Actually, hilarious. That's hilariously funny. Fun—"
"She'll be okay." Scott eventually spoke up, taking a look at Stiles who had contorted his face strangely.
"Dude?"
"His heart-rate would have picked up if he was lying." Scott whispered towards the pale, probably trying to have their own conversation aside from Derek and I.
But, let's be real. Their whispering was more like yelling and Derek has supernatural hearing. I'm pretty sure that's around impossible.
"Yeah, but what if he knows how to control it?" Stiles whispered back, pointing a finger towards Derek. Who's expression was unreadable.
"Just go." I crossed my arms, taking a step away from them. "It will be for two seconds and I'll be fine."
"But-"
"Go." I cut Stiles off, quickly waving him away.
Then, the boys were off. Leaving psychotic-killer and I over here alone in the vacant parking lot. A somewhat perfect scenario for someone to get brutally murdered. But, I presume that was beside the point.
"Did you see it?" Derek started, not even taking the slightest glance in my direction, "did you see what it was in the video store?"
"Yeah, kind of. It was really dark so it was hard to see." I replied, choosing to answer his question honestly. For he could hear my heart rate erratically incline if I attempted to lie.
"What color eyes did it have?" Derek eventually looked at me, his eyes withholding a curious gleam. But, for some odd reason, I was certain he already knew the yearned for answer.
To me, lying to him was out of the equation. For, I had not a clue how someone was suppose to control their increasing heart rate. Maybe, he was testing me. Wondering if I was idiotic enough to claim what I had seen was a mountain lion. When, in reality, the both of us knew it was much, much more than that.
"Red." I replied bluntly, glancing upward at the looming werewolf.
"And did it scratch or bite you?" He asked in complete seriousness, raising an eye brow.
"Well I did get a gash in my side, but it was from a book shelf." I shook my head, "I'm not like Scott, if that's what you were wondering."
"We don't need anymore teenagers around here miraculously growing claws and running around trying to kill people." Derek snapped, crossing his arms firmly over his broad chest.
I let out a dry laugh, teeth clambering onto my lower lip, "Does Derek actually care about the innocent lives being lost?"
"No." Derek hissed, "I care about the-"
His sentence was cut short by an awful loud screech emitting from the intercom. I jumped noticeably, Derek's face circulating with lividness. It honestly sounded like a cat being skinned alive.
"What was that?" I furrowed my eye brows, not getting a response from Derek. For he just continued to intensely stare forward.
But yet again, another sound came out the intercom. And this time, it was lot more loud and powerful. Thankfully sounding less like a skinned alive cat.
"I'm going to kill them."
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