She's Mine

Chapter One

     "Stiles! What the hell are you doing?!"
     I watched with amusement as Stiles hung upside down from the roof of the McCall house, Scott greeting his best friend with a wooden baseball bat in hand. "You weren't answering your phone!" Stiles defended. "Why do you have a bat?"
     "I thought you were a predator!" Scott whisper shouted in return.
     "A pre-" Stiles rolls his eyes, getting himself down rather ungraciously. "Look, I know it's late but you've gotta hear this. I saw my dad leave twenty minutes ago. Dispatch called. They're bringing in every officer from the Beacon Department, and even state police."
     "For what?" Scott asks in confusion.
     "Two joggers found a body in the woods," I cut in.
     "A dead body?" Scott asks, his eyes widening.
     "No, a body of water," Stiles chimed sarcastically. "Yes, dumbass, a dead body."
     "You mean, like- murdered?"
     "Nobody knows yet," I answer. "Just that it was a girl, probably in her twenties."
     "Hold on," Scott interrupted. "If they already found the body, then what are they looking for?"
     "That's the best part," Stiles said. I let out a sigh of mild irritation at the excitement building further in his tone. "They only found half. We're going."
     Scott sighed, looking between Stiles and I with a raised eyebrow. "We're seriously doing this?"
     "You're the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town," Stiles points out.
     Scott started to walk towards the Jeep with us and I, for once, managed to snag shotgun before him. "I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow," He complained to Stiles.
     "Right, 'cause sitting on the bench is such a gruelling effort?" I snort.
     "No," He huffed stubbornly. "Because I'm playing this year. In fact, I'm making first line."
     "Hey, that's the spirit," Stiles said playfully as we started driving in the direction of the woods. "Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one."
     Scott rolled his eyes as Stiles parked, the three of us clambering out of the Jeep and heading into the dark forest. "Just out of curiosity," Scott began as Stiles flicked on a flashlight, "Which half of the body are we looking for?"
     Stiles laughed nervously, "Huh. I didn't even think about that."
     "And," Scott continues, "What if whoever killed the body is still out here?"
     "Also something I didn't think about..."
     When Scott spoke next, he seemed a bit short of breath. "It's comforting to know you've planned this out. Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight, huh?"
Stiles pauses for a moment, looking around as if he'd heard something. "Wait, come on!"
"Stiles, wait up!" Scott pants, trying to catch up to him. "Stiles!"
I stuck by Scott's side, helping him to dig his inhaler out of his pocket as Stiles ran ahead. Suddenly there was a loud barking of dogs, getting closer quickly. I heard Stiles shout up ahead and fall, Scott and I ducking out of the path of vision as flashlights swept across the forest floor.
"Hold it right there!" Someone shouts.
"Hang on, hang on," A second voice cuts in. It sounded familiar, and I swiftly recognized it as Sheriff Stilinski. "This little delinquent belongs to me."
     Stiles awkwardly got to his feet, scratching the back of his neck nervously. "Dad, how're you doing?"
     Noah ignores him, "So, do you listen into all of my phone calls?"
     "Not the boring ones..."
     I couldn't see him clearly from the distance and darkness, but I knew Noah well enough to know that he was rolling his eyes. "Now, where are your usual partners in crime?"
     "Who, Scott? Scott's home. He said he wanted to get a good night's sleep for the first day back to school tomorrow." Stiles lied casually.
     "And Y/N?" He the sheriff asked.
     "She's back at home. She uh- she was a bit tired, wanted to go to bed early. She was reading when I left, she's probably asleep by now." Stiles shrugged slightly and I cursed silently, hoping he'd be able to keep Noah away from my bedroom long enough for me to get back and hold up the lie. "It's just me," He continued. "In the woods. Alone."
Scott and I pressed closer to the tree we were hiding behind as Noah's flashlight swept across the trees. "Scott, you out there? Y/N?" When he received no response, he sighed, looking to Stiles. His hand rests on his son's back as he begins to walk in the other direction, "Well, young man. I'm gonna walk you back to your car, and you and I are gonna have a conversation about something called invasion of privacy."
Stiles huffs, but the two of them walk off, the few deputies with them ending their search for the night. I groaned quietly, but stopped when I picked up on more panting and wheezing coming from Scott. "Dude, are you alright?"
     "My inhaler," He gasped.
     "Breathe, Scotty." I rub his back, trying to soothe him. "Come on, I'll help you look for it."
     We kneeled down, both of us looking around for his inhaler amongst the leaves and brush of the forest floor. As I searched, I heard a small scream come from Scott, a thump of him hitting the ground following in succession. "Scott? You okay?"
     I looked over at him, gasping when I saw.

     He'd found the body. The top half anyways.

"Holy shi-"

Suddenly a horde of deer came racing through the path, Scott and I both getting knocked back and down a hill. I heard Scott scream, he was about twenty feet away from me. "Scott? Scott, are you okay?" I call frantically. Managing to get up, I ran to him and found him groaning. "Come on, buddy. On your feet." I grasped his hands and managed to haul him up, slinging his arm around my shoulders and helping him out to the road. "Let's get you home."
He nodded, still wincing and holding his side.
The road was illuminated by quickly oncoming headlights which swerved around us. They braked ahead, but didn't seem to have any intention of coming back.

***

As Scott was chaining his bike to the rack, I saw Jackson Whittemore hit him with the car door of the Porsche he was all too proud of. "Dude, watch the paint job," He scoffed.
I rolled my eyes and waved to Scott, urging him to join us.
"Okay, lets see this thing," Stiles said as soon as Scott got to us. He lifted his shirt, showing Stiles the large, slightly bloodied bandage on his side. "Woah."
"It was too dark to see much, but I'm pretty sure it was a wolf." Scott said matter-of-factly.
"A wolf bit you?" Stiles questioned with a raised eyebrow.
"Uh-huh," He confirmed.
"No, not a chance," Stiles shook his head.
"I heard a wolf howling!"
"No, you didn't," He insisted.
"What do you mean 'no, I didn't'?" Scott laughed, "How do you know what I heard?"
"California doesn't have wolves, not for like sixty years," I shrug.
"Really?" He asked in confusion.
"Yes, really. There are no wolves in California," Stiles added.
"Alright, well if you don't believe me about the wolf, then you definitely aren't gonna believe me when I tell you we found the body."
"Are you kidding me?"
"No, man, I wish." Scott shook his head slightly. "I'm gonna have nightmares for a month."
"Oh, God, that's freakin' awesome! Y/N, why didn't you tell me last night?" Stiles turned to me and I rolled my eyes again.
"Stiles, I was exhausted. I was out in the woods in the middle of the night, had to drag Scotty's ass all the way back to his house, then walk back to ours and climb through my window. I'm surprised I can even move today."
Stiles just shrugged and continued rambling. "I mean, this is seriously gonna be the best thing that's happened to this town since-" His attention was suddenly caught and he turned around, his eyes fixing on the object of his affections for the past six years. "-Since the birth of Lydia Martin. Hey, Lydia! You look...like you're gonna ignore me." He huffed and focused back on Scott. "You're the cause of this, you know."
Scott laughed, "Uh-huh."
"Draggin' me down to your nerd depths. I'm a nerd by association. I've been scarlet nerded by you."
I smacked him in the back of his head, huffing when I realized I had to reach up to do it now. It wasn't like that when we were younger. "You're a nerd too, Stilinski. Stop picking on Scotty."
"You live with me, you know," Stiles pointed out as we walked inside. "You're supposed to take my side."
"My living space has nothing to do with our arguments. I side with whoever's right. And, in all fairness, Scott's ideas don't typically lead to me getting deserted in the woods. So, I'm gonna be holding this over your head for a while, Stilinski."
He pouted grumpily at me as we walked into our first period, taking our seats.

Sorry that this took so long, I'm gonna do my best to update all of my books more frequently.