Derek P.O.V
*yawn* its morning...
...
"St-Stiles?"
Stiles is sleeping on me, with his arm around my chest...
Why... What...?
"Stiles?!" I yelled, he started to groan, his eyes open. He notices what he is doing and let's go me quickly.
"Oh my god!" He yelled and got out of bed, I do has well. "Sorry Derek! I had-"
"It's okay." I replied and laughed.
"I am just really used of sleeping next to Malia so-"
"I said it's okay Stiles."
He scratches his hand. "Well, I'm gonna make breakfast, you hungry?"
"Yeah, I guess so, it was a long drive yesterday, thanks."
"No, thank you."
Stiles walked out of his room, not bothering to change. Well, I am here, so, yeah. I was about to follow him, but I get another next... From the unknown number.
Unknown number: You are here, I can feel it. Ready for him to die?
I couldn't help it but answer.
Me: Who are you talking about?
Unknown number: Okay, you know what I'll tell you.
Unknown number: let's say, the guy I want to kill, is Stiles Stilinski
Oh my god, not Stiles. Shit, this can't be happening.
Question: Who do you think the 'unknown number' is?
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- Sammy