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“You have no idea what I am capable of!”
“No offence Stiles, but it feels like I am being threatened by a cupcake.” Peter stated. Erica spat out her tea (coincidence, I think not) all over Peter, by accident I think, and started laughing. This then led to me looking at a disgusted Peter, coved in tea, looking like he could kill Erica. Also known as the ‘Hale’ look, stern face with creased up eyebrows which screams ‘I am going to kill you’. I couldn't help but laugh with Erica.
“Not so threatening now, a-are you!” I laugh in hysterics, then losing my balance and falling on the kitchen floor causing me and Erica to laugh even more. Right now, Peter was pissed, and he stormed out the kitchen, dripping tea onto the marble floor. After several more minutes of laughing so hard, I regained control of my fit and I slowly stand up and push up onto the counter, grabbing Erica’s hand and pulling her up too.
“Awh shit, we made a mess. Worth it though.” Erica declared, her red cheeks slowly turning their normal colour whilst I still looked like a tomato. This is a normal morning the Hale house; Erica and I would have a laughing fit at something/someone due to our weird ways, which meant the person who was a fortunate victim of our necessaries would be annoyed at us all day.
“We’re going to have to clean this up before Derek sees, he’s going to kill us off with his ‘Hale’ glare.” I try and impersonate his glare which ends up with a ‘battle of the glare’s’, “This isn’t going to get us anywhere Erica, grab a cloth and wipe the floor clean, stat.” I told her, grabbing a cloth and wiping the surface of the counter down. Mid way during our operation, we got interrupted.
“Hey Stil- what happened in here?” Isaac asked, referring to Erica on the floor, surrounded by the dripped tea. I was about to answer but Isaac interrupted before I could say anything, “You know what, don’t answer that. I already know seen as though I passed a rather infuriated Peter on the way downstairs.”
“What gives you the idea we did that?” Erica gasps, and stands up suddenly, so suddenly she slips back down on tea, causing another laughing fit but this time including Isaac, “Ah, we’re so dead. Derek’s coming down stairs.” This causes Isaac to stop laughing and speed walk out of the room to gain control.
“Well, we better hurry up.” I quickly wipe the counter and throw the cloth in the washing machine, and so does Erica. We quickly pace out the kitchen and into the Livingroom, to see the whole pack gathered around, “This looks like a meeting, I’m going to go before Derek gets here…” I walk backward, winking at the pack on the way, however I end up walking into something hard. I turn around to see Derek stood there, with his normal enraged facial expression plastered across his face.
“And where do you think your going?” He grumbles, staring at me like I am nothing. Well guess what biatch, I am scarier than you think!
“School, problem with that Sourwolf?” I answered, staring at him with my Stilinski look. I have been practicing, it’s now incredibly terrifying.
“Yes, now sit. You’re the packs emissary, we need your help as well.” Derek mutters.
The Emissary is a druid advisor to werewolf packs. The Emissary’s job is to give advice. Serve as a confidante and keep the werewolves (werecoyote in Malia’s case) connected to humanity. In another case, I need to know everything about werecreatures and other supernatural creatures, so I can update and tell the pack about potential threats. I am also a healer, like Deaton, so I basically keep the pack from dying.
“You need me? Well that’s a first.” I say sarcastically, causing Derek to just roll his eyes and pick me up… pick me up?! “Hey, put me down!” He throws me on the couch next to Erica and I throw a pillow at him: not that its going to cause a lot of damage. Yet, he still manages to catch it and throw it back at me, hitting my arm roughly. Did that mean to hurt?
“Now stay, this is for your safety Stiles, everyone’s safety.” He harshly says, turning around to look at everyone in the pack who worryingly looked up at him.
“Someone extra sourwolf this morning,” I whisper loud enough for his to hear. He turns around and gives me a ‘scary’ glare (It’s not scary anymore, I am so used to it now). He carried on though, ignoring me. Rude much
“There is a new threat to Beacon Hill,” Here we go again, more threats, “Something called a Darach, Stiles explain what a Darach is to the oblivious pack.”
I stand up, straightening myself up and giving one last glare towards Derek, “Darach means Dark Oak in Gaelic language, a druid who basically went down the wrong path, also known as a dark druid. It’s the opposite of a Druid meaning Wise Oak. Darach has to perform certain rituals to gain new abilities like Super strength, which can match that of an Alpha, or healing so they can heal their own or other injuries. Weaknesses are Mountain Ash and Mistletoe which can reveal a Darach’s true form.”
“Someone has been doing their reading.” Jackson sniggers, earning a slap off Lydia.
“You know jackass, you all would be dead without me so,” I stick my middle finger up at him, “Derek, you may continue with your rambling.” I take a seat and lean back into the couch.
“Keep an eye out around school, or anywhere really. Any suspicious activity tell me, Stiles or Boyd straight away. We don’t want anyone hurt in Beacon Hill’s.” He finishes.
“Great talk, can we go school now? First day back and we’re going to be late.” I spoke, stand up and grabbing Erica’s hand and pulling her up. I didn’t even hear his answer, I just wanted to get away.
“Woah, schools not that exciting.” Erica smirked, and I hit her arm. All the others come lagging behind, waiting at the steps of the Hale house for instructions of me.
“Erica, Isaac, Boyd and Cora are in the jeep with me,” I declared, pointing towards my jeep, “And, Lydia, Allison, Malia you’re with Jackson in his posh Poche. See y’all at school.” I run over to my jeep and slip in before Jackson could complain he was with a bunch of girls. I kind of took it upon myself to get the pack ready for school as most of them are lost causes and have no idea most of the time.
“School, here we come!” Erica sarcastically shouts, fist pumping the air. I put my foot down on the accelerator and the jeep shoots forward quickly down the track through the woods.
“Alright Stiles! Not so eager please, we don’t want to die before we even start Senior year.” Isaac cried, griping into the sides of the jeep.
“Isaac, shut up or I will make you run to school.” I put my foot now even more, and the house went further away, then became invisible amongst the trees. We were soon on the road, going 70mph to school, lets hope my dad doesn’t catch me, I promised I would be responsible when I moved in with the pack but to be honest, he knew that even I couldn’t be responsible in most situations.
“Stiles, watch out for that bag of trash!” Erica screeches, putting her hands over her eyes.
“What, I don’t see Jackson anywhere?” I state, looking around the road.
“No, an actual trash bag you dick head!” Cora yells, pointing towards the bag in front of us.
“Ohh,” I swerve around the bag, missing it by inches, “See, I am a good driver.”
“You’re doing 70 on a 30 road.” Boyd stated, sighing and sitting back in my small jeep.
“Well, sorry I want to get to school before it starts. Some of us want an education!”
“Yeah, well were here now in record time so slow down before we run someone over.” Cora says, really wanting to get out of the jeep.
I park up and hop out and wait for everyone to arrive, so we can go in together. Once Jackson’s drives into his spot, the girls pile out and stroll over to the others.
“Can we go in now?” I requested, gesturing towards the school. I have spent 3 months with the pack, I would really love to get in school just to have a break from the bunch. They nod, so me and Erica pace into the school with the other 7 closely behind. We walk in and suddenly get a load of looks from a load of people. They just couldn’t mind their own business could they?
“For fuck sake..." I mumble, "All our lockers are next to each other and I have to be slam bang in the middle.” I mutter once I arrive at our lockers, 4 either side of me, “Did Derek do this on purpose? I swear to god I am going to fucking kill him when we get home.” Erica and Lydia were on either side of me, so that wasn’t too bad. I open my locker and somehow, my wooden bat falls out. How the hell did it get there?
“Stiles, why have you got your bat with you?” Lydia questioned, moving her strawberry-blonde hair over her shoulder.
“I-I don’t actually know, it was in here when I opened it.” I am so confused, someone help me… nevertheless, I still put in back in the locker. Good self-defence anyway even though some people give me weird looks when they pass. Then out the corner of my eye, I see Cora smirk, “Do you know something I don’t Hale?” I ask Cora, turning to face her. Her smirk instantly drops.
“What no, I don’t know how it got there. No, nope I don’t.” She rambles, slamming her locker door shut. I will get to the bottom of this bat business; Detective Stilinski has arrived and is ready for some action.
“What’s everyone got first?” Isaac inquires, holding up his timetable up and everyone in unison says, “English.” Fuck. Were all in the same English. When your mood goes from 5 to 2 in a matter of seconds.
“Well then, off to English we go!” I shout, walking off in front of the others. Erica soon catches up with and links our arms.
“Have we got some detective work Stilinski?” Erica queries, a smirk crawling up her face.
“Yes we do Reyes, were going to find out who put that bat there.”
*3rd Person*
“He doesn’t know, does he?” Lydia whispers to Cora, loud enough for all the werewolves to hear and Allison, but not Stiles.
“Doesn’t know what?” Malia questions, also joining in the whispering session.
“That my dear brother likes him, well I don't even think Derek knows that, buts its quite obvious from these past few week, plus did no one notice his heart sky rocketing when he picked Stiles up?” Cora murmurs, now catching the attention of everyone in the pack, excluding Stiles. Erica’s head turns around to look at us with wide eyes, “Don’t you dare tell him,” Erica shakes her head, the smirk coming back.
“What they whispering about? Do they know I don’t have super hearing?” Stiles mutters, walking into English.
“Oh nothing important, just some party at the weekend.” Erica reassures him, taking a seat at the back with him. Soon to be followed by the rest of the pack sitting in front of him and beside him.
“Oh, then I’m not going.” Stiles mumbles as the new English teacher struts in, a small smile upon her face.
“Hello students, I am your new English teacher; Miss Blake. Now, will you all take your seats, class is about to start.” Great, here is too a great start to Senior year!