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“Dude! What are you doing!” Scott shouts indignantly.
“DUDE!” I reply with a glare. “I’m fixing my friggin boobs! You made me run all this way and I’d prefer to not let my nips slip in front of a sea of keen werewolf senses.”
“Ugh, Stiles, seriously?”
“YOU DON’T HAVE TO LOOK,” I shout. Scott huffs and turns his back but by then I’m already safely readjusted. I walk past and slap him on the shoulder. Then I pretend it doesn’t hurt like hell ow ow stupid werewolf ow.
“So what now?” I say, taking a deep breath and putting my hands on my hips. It makes me feel a bit like a superhero and less like the annoying sidekick. Then I survey my dangerous surroundings.
Yup, those are trees. Ah, a stick, how interesting. This is definitely the woods. We are in… the woods…
“Derek said he’d be here,” Scott grumbles. “But I can’t smell him.”
I snort. “Do you sniff people often?”
“No,” he recoils. “It’s just… It’s—“
“It’s a werewolf thing.” I wave my hands around to add to the spook factor. “Yeah, Scott, I know. I’m just busting your balls.”
He frowns. “Derek said he’d be here. I don’t understand why he’s not.”
“Maybe he got distracted by a squirrel or something.”
“He’s too moody for that,” Scott shakes his head. “It would have to be like some sort of giant mutant squirrel that eats small children or something.”
“Or maybe it eats leather jackets.”
Scott laughs. Then his cell phone rings.
“If that’s Allison and you pick up I swear to God…” I don’t even have to say what I’d do and he still looks terrified.
“It’s Derek,” he says.
“Well answer it and tell him to get his furry ass down here!”
Scott nods. “Where are you?” he asks once he’s accepted the call. All I can hear is scratchy growling from the other line, though I guess that’s pretty much always what it’s like when Derek talks.
“No, you said we would meet at the house,” Scott whines. “I thought you meant your house. How is Stiles’ house ‘the house’?”
“Hey hey, woah, Derek is at my house?” I practically tear the phone out of Scott’s hands when he nods. Haha, I can still get the jump on a werewolf sometimes.
“Derek, get out of my house!” I yell into the phone.
“What? Scott—” he sighs heavily. “I can’t get out of your house, Stiles. There’s some kind of spell on your room and I. Can’t. Leave.” He growls out the last bit but I don’t really care because I’m too busy reveling in my own awesome.
“Holy shit, it worked!” I smile, pumping my fist in the air.
“What worked?” Derek snaps. “Stiles, what did you do?”
“I read about it online,” I explain. “After all the stuff Deaton said about Mountain Ash and stuff I decided to look more of it up. I found this thing that’s supposed to be a werewolf trap. It draws them in through my window then it snaps shut and BAM! One doggy in a cage. I thought it might come in handy since we don’t actually know when the Alphas are going to attack or who they are or anything really because someone hasn’t been holding up their end of the research. But that’s alright. Good old Stiles is here to take care of you little wolfies.”
I can hear him grinding his teeth together. “Your plan was to lead the Alphas to your house?” he growls. “What if you had been here, Stiles? What if I was one of those Alphas and you had been here?”
“I don’t leave the trap up when I’m not there,” I promise. “It’s to protect my dad who maybe is. And besides, if it worked on you then it can work on them. And what the hell were you doing at my house in the first place? Oh my God, did you come to check on me? Aw! Der! That’s so sweet!”
“I didn’t come to check on you and don’t call me that.”
“Hey, Scott, can you tell if he’s lying over the phone?”
Scott shakes his head and Derek groans. “Isaac was running past here earlier looking for the Alphas and he smelled something strange coming from your window. What even is that smell?”
“A whole bunch of stuff. I can find you the recipe if you want.”
“No, I don’t want the recipe! Just…” He sighs and I can almost hear the sound of his eyes rolling. “Come undo this stupid thing so we can get back to searching for the Alphas.”
I’m about to yell at him about how my trap is not stupid when Scott steals his phone back.
“We’re on our way,” he says, and hangs up. “Come on,” he says to me. Then he’s darting off into the woods again and I am regretting my choice of a non-sports bra even more with each passing second.