chapter three || eavesdropping at its finest

Belle sat in her car waiting for Stiles to come out of another detention. She knew it was totally stalkerish but, hey, she was a girl on a mission.

Stiles voice suddenly filled Belle's ears. "Hey sorry, Harris literally just let me out of detention. Literally. And he had my phone the whole freaking time."

Belle shakes her head, she hates how Mr. Harris is so mean to Stiles. He's so innocent and adorable and always just wants to help, he shouldn't be treated so poorly.

"Well, we need to do something right now," the voice on the other line, which Belle recognizes as Allison. "They were asking me all these questions about Lydia and how she was bitten by Peter, and then they sent this guy out."

"Wait, what guy?"

"He was dressed as a Sheriff's deputy," Allison informs him.

"They're sending him to the station for Isaac."

"He was also carrying this box with something on it, like um, like a carving or something."

"What was it?"

"Hold on, hold on," Allison says, shifting her phone to the other shoulder. "It's in one of these books. Oh! Here it is, I'm taking a picture. Did you get it?"

"Yeah, wolfsbane."

"What does that mean?"

"It means they're going to kill him," Stiles whispers, unknowingly at the same time Belle did.

Stiles gets in his car and drives to the station, Belle doing the same. "Hey, did you slow him down?" Stiles asks Allison on speaker.

"You could say that," she says, smirking.

"Alright, well, uh I'm headed to the station right now."

"Okay, where's Scott?" Allison asks.

"Isaac's."

"Does he have a plan?"

"Well, uh, yeah but it's not a very good one," Stiles tells her. "And unfortunately, we don't have time up come up with anything better..."

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Belle watches Derek and Stiles in amusement.

"Okay, now the keys to every cell are password protected lockbox in my father's office," Stiles informs Derek. "The problem is getting past the front desk."

"I'll distract her," Derek says firmly.

Stiles puts his hand on Derek. "Woah, woah, woah-- you? You're not going in there."

Derek glares at Stiles' hand in disgust. "I'm taking my hand off," Stiles says.

"I was exonerated," Derek reminds Stiles.

"You're still a person of interest."

Derek glares at the boy infront of him. "An innocent person."

Stiles looks at him in disbelief. "You? An in-- yeah right!" Stiles shakes his head lightly. "You know what? Okay, fine. What's your plan?"

"To distract her," Derek repeats.

"Uh-huh, and how do plan on doing that? By punching her in the face?" Stiles asks sarcastically, causing Belle to snort.

"By talking to her," Derek lools at him like an idiot.

"Okay, alright, give me a sample. What are you going to open with?"

Derek says nothing but sighs in annoyance.

"Dead silence, that should work beautifully. Any other ideas?"

"I'm thinking about punching you in the face."

"Uh, okay, time to go," Stiles says before getting out of the car, Derek soom after him and unknowingly Belle does to.

Derek goes to the lady at the front desk and distracts her as he said while Stiles quietly creeps towards his dad's office, Belle a few feet behind him.

Stiles searches for the keys but can't find them, he turns around and sees the fake deputy Allison told him about an arrow sticking out of his leg. "You're coming with me kid," he tells Stiles, dragging him along.

Belle steps in and pulls the fire alarm, both alerting Derek and distracting the costumed hunter. She watches behind the wall as Isaac transforms and attacks the hunter, Stiles sitting near the wall.

Isaac slowly starts to creep towards Stiles like he is his prey, but before he can touch him, Derek roars loudly causing Isaac to stand down.

"How'd you do that?" Stiles asks in wonder.

"I'm the Alpha," Derek tells him, eyes glowing red.

Derek takes Isaac and leaves, Belle silently walking a few feet behind them.

Stiles stands dumbfounded as his father walks in the room.

"Stiles?" Sheriff Stilinski asks his son.

Stiles looks at the sprawled out deputy, to the broken cell and back to the deputy. "Uh, he did it," he says pointing at the unconcious deputy.

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"McCall, I don't know why but your pain gives me a special kimd of joy," Coaches chuckles fill the room.

Belle rolls her eyes at his indecensy, what is it with the teachers? "Someone needs to talk to the school board," she mutters, her eyes not leaving the book in her hands.

"Alright next up, Stilinski and Eric, the wall go."

Stiles succesfully climbs up and down the wall, giving a small fist pump as he unharnesses himself.

"Oh please," Erica whispers, her eyes watering.

"Erica? What is it? Dizzy? Is it vertigo?"

Lydia rolls her eyes, from the bleacher. "Vertigo's a dysfuction of the vesticular system of the inner ear, she's just freaking out." She says sassily.

"Coach, maybe it's not safe. You know she's epileptic," Allison informs the Coach.

Coach's eyes widen. "Why doesn't anyone tell me this stuff?"

Belle raises her eyebrow. "It's literally in her student file and if you were actually a good teacher, you would know that it is a requirement for all teachers to know about their students health histories. It's literally apart of the law."

Coach gives her a hard glare before focusing his attention back on Erica. "Erica, you're fine, just kick off from the wall there is a mat to catch you. "Come on," he tries to coax her. "See, you're fine, you're on the ground. Let's go, shake it off. You're fine."

Erica wipes the tears off her cheek, running out the gym as people laugh at her.

Belle slams her book down on the bleacher, stands up and glares at everyone threateningly. "Shut up! All of you!" She yells, causing everyone to be quiet.

She runs out of the gym and towards the girls locker room, her heartbreaking as she sees Erica curled into a ball crying. She walks up to her slowly and quietly sits next to her.

Erica slowly lifts her head up, tears still streaming down her face. "What are you doing here?" she chokes out.

Belle smiles softly. "I came to see if you were okay."

Erica sniffs. "I'm fine."

Belle shakes her head. "No you're not, and that's okay," she says before wrapping an arm around the blonde girl.

Erica squeezes her back. "Thank you," she whispers in Belle's neck.

Belle rubs the blonde girl's back. "Anytime, I'm here if you need to talk."

Erica pulls back and wipes her face with her hand. "I'm going to get some tissue, you should go get changed we have class soon."

Belle nods her head and stands up, lightly squeezing Erica's shoulder in comfort before walking away.

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"What do you mean tonights not a good idea?" Stiles asks Scott.

His brown-eyed friend shrugs. "I don't know it's just with that thing we saw last night, Isaac missing, Allison's grandfather, and all this stuff happening with Derek it just doesn't feel right."

Stiles shakes his head. "No, no you are not backing out tonight. Do you wanna know why?" Stiles asks Scott. "Because you and Allison are having quite a good time together, and you wanna know who else wants to have a good time? Me! Stiles! Stiles wants to have a good time-- many, many good times, several times, and in severeal different positions."

Scott hands start to violently shake. "Are you listening to me?" Stiles asks his friend, oblivious to the problem at hand.

Scott rushes into the gym to see the mysterious brunette who stuck up for Stiles catching Erica.

"Put her on her side, put her on her side!" Allison yells frantically, pushing past Scott.

"How did you know?" Stiles whispers in shock.

Scott shakes his head. "I think the real question is how did she know?"

oh em gee
is belle a werewolf too?

so there's that feel free to

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