DEAD MAN!
CHAPTER NINE.
cat got your tongue?
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WHEN ADRIAN AWOKE THE NEXT MORNING, TOBY WAS SLEEPING SOFTLY A FEW FEET BEHIND HIM. Adrian made sure to be careful as to not disturb the young boy as he got himself up and ready to leave.
Adrian thought getting ready would be just the same as it normally was; put on a shirt, jeans, shoes and comb his hair if he was feeling extra. Guess not this time around . . .
After putting on a t-shirt of a band the redhead liked, Adrian picked up his phone to check the time. Unfortunately, the several missed calls and texts notifications were far more distracting. They were all sent by the same person, and it was none other than Stiles Stilinski.
STILES: where are you? are you at home?
STILES: scott and i found something out!
STILES: okay, so you're clearly not answering so either you're ignoring me or not on your phone.
STILES: WHERE ARE YOU?! scott said you disappeared during the bowling, you okay?
STILES: ADRIAN MARTIN YOU BETTER PICK UP YOUR DAMM PHONE AND CALL ME BECAUSE I'M FREAKING OUT!
Adrian felt a lump grow in his throat. Yes, he had been avoiding the hazel eyed boy purposely but he couldn't talk to him. Not after what he just found out, right?
Maybe it's just a temporary thing. Maybe if I meet up with him, the feeling won't be there. Adrian thought optimistically. He clicked on his phone before he could think it through much longer.
Stiles picked up within one ring. "Adrian! Oh thank god you're not dead! Well, unless this is an intruder who killed you answering the phone instead."
Adrian couldn't help but let a small chuckle arise, which immediately was disguised as a cough. "It's me, Stilinski. What do you want?"
"Scott and I found something."
I found something too. Adrian mentally answered in his head. He quickly shook away his thoughts as he began packing to leave Toby's "Like what?"
"I'll explain everything. I'll pick you up."
"I'm not at my house just now, I stayed over at Toby's." Adrian answered as if it were obvious. He took a pause to yawn and stare at the sleeping blonde.
There was silence on the other end of the line, as if Stiles was shocked. "Toby? As in Toby Valack?"
"Yeah," Adrian answered, sensing a bitter-like tone in Stiles' voice. Jealously, maybe? "Look, are you picking me up to explain your werewolf problems or what?"
Adrian heard a sigh on the other line. "I'll be a few minutes." And with that, he hung up.
There was a sleepy groan behind the redhead, indicating someone was waking up. The Martin turned to see Toby rubbing his eyes as he sat upright. "What are you doing?" His held that just woken up grogginess, his hair matted in all directions.
"I gotta blast. Stiles is picking me up. You need a ride?" Adrian asked the boy as he shrugged on his jacket.
Toby's body stilled for a few moments, before he relaxed and shook his head. "Um, no. No, I'm good."
"Alright. See you in class!" Adrian hollered as he left the room, awaiting the boy and his blue jeep.
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"So," Adrian started as soon as he shut the blue jeep door closed, turning to face the hazel eyed boy across from him with a curious look. "What's happening this week of "our teenage years are ruined by a werewolf"?"
Stiles couldn't help but breathe out a laugh, starting the car as he drove away. "Scott and I went to the school last night, trying to figure out whether Scott was really there on the night of the bus attack." He explained, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.
"And?" Adrian crosses his arms and leaned back, raising his eyebrows.
Stiles inhaled and exhaled, sighing. "He was there that night." He nodded, his eyes scanning between the road and the teen.
"And the blood everywhere?" Adrian asks.
"Most of it was Scott's." Stiles nodded. "He didn't attack the man or anything, either. He said he saw glowing eyes, but they weren't his . . . they were Derek's. Scott thinks he was the one protecting the driver." He ranted on, the redhead listening intently.
"So, wait, Derek helped Scott remember that he attacked a bus driver?" Adrian confusedly summed up, not finding much sense in the hazel-eyed boy's story.
Stiles shrugged. "Yeah, we don't get it either. But, it may be a pack thing. They kill together?"
"Talk about bonding experience." Adrian snickered.
Stiles' eyes lit up. "That's what I said!" He exclaimed with excitement.
Adrian smiled, a warm feeling spreading through him. There it was . . . the feeling of adornment. The feeling Adrian hoped to get rid of. Yet, here it was . . . and it didn't look to be disappearing any time soon.
Realising he had been staring far too long and Stiles was beginning to notice, Adrian adverted his eyes. "So, Scott's not a killer. Cool." He smiled, glad to know the boy wasn't going to kill him or Stiles.
Stiles sucked in a deep breath, making Adrian double take in his direction. "W -What was that? What's the breath for?" Stiles cringed and slowly turned to him, making Adrian's face fall. "Oh god. There's something else."
"Scott found out the person who bit him was an Alpha, an Alpha dangerously hanging around Beacon Hills." The boy told the Martin hesitantly, biting his lip as he stared at the road ahead.
Adrian sighed, his palm slamming on his forehead. "I hate how those words coming from your stupid lips make sense to me. God, this is just as bad as my date last night."
"That bad, huh?" Stiles raised his eyebrows, secretly trying to hide his sudden excitement. "What happened?"
"Eh. Nothing much. I pretty much bailed the second Betty Roberts tried making a move on me." He shrugged, a secret disgust being held as he spoke.
Stiles' face scrunched up in disgust. "Betty Roberts tried to make a move on you? Like . . . she touched you?"
"Yeah." Adrian nodded, embarrassed to admit about last night. It was nothing to be ashamed off. Heck, half the guys Adrian knew would be bragging about it . . . but not with Stiles. Adrian couldn't do that. "It was a bit weird, but she wasn't so bad. It's just . . ." Adrian trailed off, his eyes becoming distant yet again.
"Just what?" Stiles tore his gaze away from the road towards the now silent boy.
". . . blondes aren't my type." Adrian muttered, his gaze focused on his new trainers.
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Adrian's leg bounced anxiously in class, his hands clutching at the desk. The teacher was walking down row by row handing their exam papers back with their results and grades.
Despite all the werewolf crap that had been going on around them, Adrian and Stiles had worked together a few times for a tutoring session- by that it basically means Stiles was kind enough to lend him his notes from time to time.
Adrian begged to do well, he had really made an attempt with this test. The nerves were getting to him however. What if I don't pass? What if Coach benches me? What will mum say? What-
A hand set on his shoulder. Adrian jumped, looking alarmingly across from him as Stiles sent him a smile as did Scott; who was in front of the Stilinski boy. "Hey, you'll do fine. I gave you my notes, you studied, you'll pass."
"And if I don't?" Adrian groaned, squinting his eyes at the pair trying to help him.
"Then we'll work harder for next time." Stiles waves it off, pointing his pencil at him. "I am making it my mission to get you an A, Mr. Martin. I will even make you stay over at my place if I have too."
"I will never stay at your place, Stilinski." Adrian shook his head with a straight face. Scott snickered as Stiles gave a mockingly hurt look. Adrian then thought it be best if he changed the topic. "So, Scott, if Derek isn't the Alpha and didn't bite you, who did?"
Scott was taken back by the Martin's words, having no recollection of sharing that information with him. He gave a look to Stiles, who threw his hands up. "I had to tell him!"
"He didn't have to tell me. He just did." Adrian clarified seriously, shaking his head at the boy's statement. "So, whats the deal?"
Scott didn't seem like he knew what to say for a moment. In the end, he went with a shrug. "I don't know."
Stiles' leaned back in his seat, an annoyed expression on his face. He leant back forward. "Did the Alpha kill the bus driver?"
"I don't know." Scott whispered back, a bit more softer and quieter this time.
Stiles sighed through his nose, thinking for a moment before going back in for another question. "Does Allison's dad know about the-"
"I don't know!" Scott cut him off, whirling round so he faced the buzzcut teen. Adrian chuckled under his breath as students turned to give the two boys weird looks.
The test papers were placed right in front of the three boy's desks, panic yet eagerness written on their faces. Adrian hesitated before looking down to see a D scribbled in red pen on the sheet of parchment.
"Well?" Stiles whispered, looking over at the boy in eagerness. Adrian saw the Stilinski boy had an A written on his paper, making him sigh. With reluctance, the redhead held up his paper to the boy. "That's not too bad. It's a pass, at least."
"Yeah. Just a pass." Adrian glumly replied, disappointed in himself. He wanted an A of course, but that was silly talk for him just now.
When Scott received his paper, both Stiles and Adrian could clearly see the D- written on the front. Stiles leaned forwards, giving the redhead and tanned boy look. "You both need to study more."
When Scott dropped his paper back on his desk and Adrian glared at him, Stiles rolled his eyes. "That was a joke. Guys, it's one test. You're gonna make it up. Scott, if you want help studying, you can join me and Adrian."
The shaggy haired werewolf sighed. "I'm studying with Allison after school today."
Stiles smiled surprised whilst Adrian smirked beside him. "That's my boy."
"We're just studying." Scott pointed out.
Adrian snorted. "What? Human anatomy? You're not studying. No, you're not."
"No, I'm not?" Scott quoted silently in a confused way.
"Not if I'm forced to live vicariously through you." Stiles claimed. "If you go to her house today and squander that colossal opportunity, I swear to god I'll have you de-balled."
"Okay." Scott said quickly to shut the boy up, turning round in his seat. "Just stop with the questions, man."
Stiles nodded. "Done. No more questions. No more talk about the Alpha or Derek." He paused, as if having flashbacks. "Especially Derek, who still scares me."
"What about me?" Adrian smirked, raising his eyebrows. Stiles shot him a confused look. "Do I still scare you?"
"You never did." The young teen scoffed, shaking his head. When Adrian gave him a confused head tilt, he rolled his eyes. "Come on, you're like a soft kitten with your red hair and emerald green eyes."
Both Adrian and Scott looked at Stiles in surprise. The hazel eyed boy stilled at his unfiltered confession but the bell luckily came to his rescue.
"Okay," Adrian trailed off awkwardly, collecting his things as he stood up for his next class. "See you losers later."
Scott waved him goodbye, while Stiles stood like fish out of water. His mouth opened and closed as if to speak but nothing came out. "What's the matter, Stilinski?" Adrian look concerned, before it morphed into a smug look. "Cat got your tongue?" He winked, walking away.
"Dude, why don't you just tell him? You're blowing your chances?" Scott said in a hushed voice that Adrian could hear. Stiles must've slapped his head or something. "Ow!"
For a brief moment, Adrian stopped on his walk. The words Scott said kept repeating in his head. Tell him? Who? Adrian? Was Stiles . . . gay?
The redhead decided he would just forget about it completely, not allowing it to torture his life until he got an answer.
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Stiles and Adrian exited the school together. With Scott spending his studying time with Allison, the two boys thought it would benefit them to hit the books as soon as they can after their test results today. As the two sat in the hazel eyed boy's jeep, Adrian was telling Stiles of his earlier conversation with Lydia about Allison and Scott. "Lydia told her to bring a condom."
With his eyes almost bulging out of his head, Stiles looked at the boy in disbelief. "Really?!"
"Look's like Scott will indeed be getting some tonight!" Adrian announced, the two boys sharing a high five as the jeep began to drive out of the carpark.
All of a sudden, a figure dressed in dark clothing staggered in front of the jeep. Stiles panicked and slammed his foot on the breaks, causing Adrian to jolt forward and then back to his seat.
Cursing under his breath, Adrian sat up and adjusted himself before looking at who was the culprit of the sudden stop. "Oh my god," the young boy trailed off. "Is that . . ."
Derek Hale was pale and sweaty, looking very sickly as he stood on the ground for a few more seconds before his legs gave way and he collapsed. "You gotta be kidding me, this guy is everywhere." Stiles commented, the two boys quickly unbuckling their seatbelts and bolting out of the car. Impatient horns sounded around them as Scott ran up. "What the hell?"
"What are you doing here?" Scott spoke lowly to the fellow werewolf so that no one could hear, Adrian standing behind him.
"I was shot." Derek told them, heavily breathing as he caressed his arm.
Stiles observed the man. "He's not looking so good, dude."
"Why aren't you healing? Don't werewolves heal with this type of stuff?" Adrian asked, looking to Stiles; who nodded as an answer to his second question.
Derek shook his head, panting as if he'd just ran a whole marathon as a normal human. "I can't. It was a different kind of bullet." He explainably mumbled.
Stiles' eyes widened. "A silver bullet?"
"No, you idiot." Derek glared at him, showing the two boys more of his red rimmed eyes and corpse-looking body.
Scott seemed to realise something. "Wait. That's what she said when she meant you had forty-eight hours." He told Derek.
The older werewolf looked confusedly at the younger one of his kind. "What? Who - Who said forty-eight hours?" He panted weakly.
"The one who shot you." Scott stated as if it was obvious. Derek's eyes suddenly flashed a bright electric blue, his face scrunching up in agony. He groaned, the pain looking to be getting worse as car horns sounded around the four of them.
Scott alarmingly looked around, turning to face Derek. "What are you doing? Stop that!" He hissed quietly to the older werewolf.
"That's what I'm trying to tell you." Derek glared, his eyes still their shade of blue. "I can't." He muttered angrily.
"Derek, get up." Scott ordered, the car horns drilling into the three teenagers and older man's brains.
"Scott," Adrian dragged his name on, his green eyes widening when he saw Jackson and Allison step out of their respective cars. "We might want to make a decision quickly- like now."
Scott nodded, his attention returning to Derek who he began to lift up. "Help me put him in your car." The werewolf told his best friend, getting the older werewolf to his feet.
Derek was helped into the backseat of Stiles' jeep, the buzzcut shutting the door and looking around nervously. Derek looked at Scott, his eyes drooping slightly. "I need you to find out what kind of bullet they used."
Scott helplessly frowned. "How the hell am I supposed to do that?"
Derek was quick to answer. "She's an Argent. She's with them."
Adrian's heart thumped at the mention of Scott's girlfriend getting dragged into this. His mind immediately remembered how her father killed Scott's kind, and was dangerous when he wanted to be.
"Why would I help you?"
"Because you need me." Derek panted, still holding his side.
"Girlfriend alert! Three o'clock!" Adrian alerted them all, turning to see Allison making her way over to them.
"Fine." Scott snapped quickly, getting more nervous now that his girlfriend was approaching. "I'll try."
Adrian and Stiles groaned collectively as they sat in the front, Scott backing away from the jeep. Stiles turned to face Scott out the window, shaking his head. "I hate you for this so much."
And with that, the two teens drove off with a sick Derek Hale in the backseat.
A U T H O R. N O T E
meow. sorry, that last joke was too good for me to pass up on. also, toby and adrian are cuties. period.
rewatching teen wolf is giving me major nostalgia. plus, they were soon young and precious! still are . . . but you get what i mean!
GIF MADE BY ME !
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