SEVENTEEN 

Stiles and I sat down next to Scott at the lunchtime the same afternoon. I sat in the middle of them. In the cafeteria of course. 

"Did you get her to give you the necklace?" Stiles asked, setting his tray down. 

"Not exactly," Scott sighed. 

"What happened?" I groaned. 

"She told me to talk to her." Wow. "At all." Double wow. 

"So she's not giving you..." 

"She's not giving me the necklace!" Scott snapped. 

"Well, did you find anything else out?" I asked. 

"Just hat I know nothing about girls, and they're totally psychotic." I smacked Scott's shoulder. 

"Hey, I am not psychotic." I roll my eyes. 

"Apart from Stacey," Scott added with a smile, I huff. 

"Okay, me and Stacey came up with plan B just in case anything like this happens." Stiles started. 

"What's plan B?"

"Just steal the stupid thing." I simply said. Come on, it can't be that hard. 

"Couldn't we at least try getting to Harris?" Scott asked.

"My dad put him on 24-hour protective detail, okay?" Stiles informed us. Damn. "The necklace is all that we got. Steal it. Thank you." 

Scott then shifted uncomfortably and turned to us. I frowned at his actions. "Guys, he's watching us." Scott whispered to us. What? Who? Derek? I then look over and saw Jackson looking at us. "Act normal." 

Oh. 

"What's wrong?" Stiles asked. 

"Jackson's talking to me. He knows I can hear him." My eyes widen. "Look at me. Just... talk to me, act normal. Pretend like nothing's happening. Say something! Talk to me!" Scott hissed. 

"I can't think of anything." Stiles rushed out, now that's hard to believe. I snort and roll my eyes. "My minds completely blank." 

I turn to Stiles. "Your minds blank? You can't think of anything to say?" 

"Not under this kind of pressure." Stiles hissed. "FYI, he's not even sitting with them anymore." Scott's eyes scanned the whole room, looking for Jackson.    

"Where the hell is he?" Scott asks as if I knew. I gulped. "Yes." Scott randomly said Stiles and I give each other looks. We both knew Jackson was speaking to Scott. I look down at Scott, his hands were squeezing his water bottle. Oh no. 

"Scott, come on, you can't let him do this to you." I urge Scott, trying to make him not listen to Jackson. Usually, I just block him out with my headphones. "You can't let him have this kind of power over you. Okay?" 

Scott started to grip onto his tray, I exhale shakily before I know it Stiles offered me his hand and our hands intertwine onto my lap. I'm nervous for Scott. 

He then broke the tray, my eyes widen. Heads turn our way, and I notice Lydia and Allison looking in our direction. I look over and I saw Jackson standing by the wall, smirking. 

Remember when I said I didn't hate him? 

I lied. 

I hate him, I hate him so much. 

✢

"So, you're coming to the game, right?" Stiles grins as we walked through his household. I roll my eyes. 

"What type of sister and best friend would I be if I didn't?" I ask though it killed me a little that I was just Stiles' best friend. Or, even worse, his best friend's sister. 

"I'd be disappointed if you didn't, cause ya know, guess who's playing first line?" Stiles made a hand gesturing towards himself and we stopped at the stairwell. I let out a laugh, then a smile. 

"I'm really proud of you, Stiles, you have to know that. You've earned this, I wouldn't miss it for the world." I told him honestly, plus, I had nothing better to do. 

"Thank you, Stacey, that means a lot." Stiles smiled back before headed up the stairs towards his room. 

It hurt a lot being in love with him and knowing that he wasn't in love with you. 

Maybe we weren't meant to be. 

I chuckle, and I entered his room. He sat down in his wheelchair to his computer, I sat down on his bed and glanced over at him. 

"Hey, Stiles!" His dad called, his dad is here? 

"Yo... Derek." My eyes widen as Stiles turned around and my eyes traveled to his, Derek was standing in Stiles' room. "I, um," Stiles quickly got off his seat and he ran to the door, blocking it so his father wouldn't see Derek. 

I glare at Derek, he rolled his eyes. 

The only thing I heard from Stiles' dad, which he said really loudly, was a little awkward for me. "And make sure to ask her." He had said, who, Lydia? Ask Lydia what? 

I glanced over to Derek who was smirking at me, this time I rolled my eyes. 

Stiles had come stumbling back into the room, closing the door. "Oh!" Stiles mumbled as Derek pinned him to the wall, my eyes widen too. 

"If you say, one word..." 

"What? You mean like, hey, dad, Derek Hale's in my room bring your gun?" Stiles snapped. "Yeah, that's right. If I'm harboring your fugitive ass, it's my house, my rules, buddy," Derek nodded, respecting that and he let's go of him. Derek then pulled on Stiles jacket, straightening it andStiles did the same to Derek, but Derek moved his head a little, making Stiles flinch. "Oh, my god!" 

"Scott didn't get the necklace?" Derek asked as Stiles sat back in his chair. 

"No. He's still working on it." I replied dryly. "But there's something else we can try, the night we were trapped at the school, Scott sent a text to Allison asking her to meet Stiles and Scott there. I was already at the school, ya know, cause Harris hates me."

"So?" 

"So it wasn't Scott." Stiles answered for me. 

"Well, can you find out who it was?" Derek asked. 

"No, not me. But I think I know somebody who can." Stiles grinned. Oh no. 

✢

A few minutes, maybe half an hour later Danny comes through the door of Stiles'  bedroom. I grin and nod at Danny. 

After Stiles explained to Danny what he wanted to do, Danny's eyes widen. "You want me to do what?" Danny asked, standing near Stiles. I was still on his warm and safe bed, Derek was on another chair over near Stiles' closet. 

"Trace a text." Stiles tried again. 

Stiles wanted Danny to trace the text to see who sent the message. 

"I came here to do lab work. That's what lab partners do." Danny stated I was jealous that Danny got to be with Stiles. I was with Scott. Not that it matters, Scott's just a bedroom away from me.

"And we will, once you trace the text." Stiles tried to explain to Danny again. This is so not working. 

"And what makes you think I know how?" I smirk at that. 

"I looked up your arrest report, so..." Stiles trailed off, I rolled my eyes and sat cross-legged. 

"I..." Poor Danny. "I was 13. They dropped the charges." 

"Whatever." Stiles mumbled. 

"No, we're doing lab work." Danny said. 

"Oh, my..." Stiles groaned and Danny sat on the chair. 

"Who's he again?" Danny whispers to Stiles, he meant Derek. Why am I even here? Oh yeah. 

Stiles.

"Um, my cousin... Miguel." Stiles said and I laugh, Derek glared at me. Derek looked up from his book, and glared at Stiles as well. 

"Is that blood on his shirt?" I didn't even notice that. Well done Danny. 

"Yeah. Yes. He gets these horrible nosebleeds." Stiles lied. "Hey, Miguel. I thought I could borrow one of my shirts." 

Derek closed his book, and chucks it at me. I squeal as the book lands on the bed perfectly in front of me. I frown. How? 

Derek then walked over to Stiles' draws, which is heaven, and takes off his t-shirt.

"So, anyway, I mean, we both know you have the skils to trace texts, so, we should probably..." 

"Stiles?" Derek cuts Stiles off. 

"Yes." Stiles turned to Derek. Stiles pressed his lips together. I wanted to laugh, but I held it in so I just grinned. My eyes wander over to Danny, he had this look on his face that told me he liked Derek. 

I giggle. 

I look over and see Derek holding a t-shirt. He looked mad. "This, no fit." Derek glared. 

"Then try something else on." Stiles rolled his eyes. "Sorry," Stiles dropped his mouth when he realized was going on between Danny and Derek. He looked over at me with wide eyes, I was grinning and nodding my head. "Hey, that one looks pretty good, huh?" 

"What do you think, Danny?" I asked. Derek was wearing a blue and orange striped t-shirt, those colors do not look well together. I must tell Stiles that. 

"Huh?" Danny mumbled. 

"The shirt." Stiles continued on. 

Danny sighs. "It's... it's not really his colour." Derek then takes off the t-shirt and throws it into Stiles' draws. 

"You swing for a different team, but you still play ball, don't you Danny Boy?" Stiles murmured to Danny, I rolled my eyes. 

"You're a horrible person." Danny told him. 

"I know, it keeps me awake at night." Stiles said. "Anway, about the text."

"Stiles!" Derek snaps, cutting him off. My head turned my head to Derek. "None of these fit." 

"I'll need the ISP, the phone number, and the exact time of the text." Danny spoke, and I clapped my hands in excitement, we finally got somewhere! Stiles leans back in his chair and throws his hands up in the air, Danny, however, was on the computer and started typing. 

✢

Derek and I were standing behind Danny and Stiles as Danny had almost found out who in the hell had sent that text. 

Danny sighs. "There." My eyes scan over the computer. Derek and I lean forward to get a better look. "This text was sent from a computer. This one." 

"Registered account to that name?" Derek asked. My eyes widen. 

"No, no, no, no. That can't be right." I panic. No, that's not right. 

My eyes widen, if not further, Stiles looked up at me. My heart was beating. This can't be right, it can't be sent by her. 

It can't be sent by my mum.