"Where is Danny?" Stiles moaned from his computer chair.

Blake didn't hear what he said as she plugged in her earphones to her phone and was playing music. She f To olded a piece of paper into an airplane and aimed it at Stiles. It hit the back of his head and Stiles groaned before rubbing at his neck.

"You're going to have to pick that up," Stiles declared, pointing at Blake.
Stiles and Derek looked at Blake when they got no reply. Blake noticed their stares and pulled out her left earphone.

"What?"

"You're picking that up," Stiles ordered, glancing at the paper airplane that was now on the floor.

Blake pulled out her other earphone before retrieving the piece of paper and throwing it into the bin beside Stiles' desk.

"Why are you still here?" Stiles questioned Derek. "Can't you crash at Scott's instead of my room?"

"No," Derek and Blake answered. They gave each other a weird look before giving their attention to Stiles.

"My mom would freak if she came home from work and saw you," Blake explained, laying down on Stiles bed.

"What would an armed sheriff do if he saw a fugitive in his son's room?"
Blake thought about what he said before nodding. "Yeah, you win."

Derek huffed in response, not wanting to tell him the real reason he didn't want to go to Scott's. In fact, she was sitting right in front of him. Derek never planned on crashing at Scott's place because he knew that Blake would be there, so when Blake arrived in Stiles' bedroom earlier, he felt angry. Not at Blake, but at himself. Why? Because this girl was messing with Derek's head without knowing it. And Derek didn't like it. He didn't like the fact that he couldn't think straight when Blake was around him. He didn't like feeling. It made him feel vulnerable.

Derek actually planned on staying away from her, hoping that maybe it would fix his brain. But his plan completely flopped when she walked through the bedroom door earlier and he couldn't bring himself to leave.

The bedroom door flung open and all eyes turned towards Danny.

"Hi," he smiled and waved.

"Hi, Danny," Blake greeted.

"Great, you're here!" Stiles exclaimed, jumping up from his chair. "Now, I need you to trace a text."

"You want me to do what?" Danny exclaimed.

"Trace a text," Stiles shrugged.

"I came here to do lab work. That's what lab partners do."

"And we will," Stiles stated. "Once you trace the text."

"And what makes you think I know how?"

"I-" Stiles stuttered. "I looked up your arrest report, so-"

"Woah!" Blake exclaimed "What did good little Danny do?"

"I was 13," Danny interrupted. "They dropped the charges."

"Whatever," Stiles mumbled. Danny shook his head.

"No, we're doing lab work, " he said, pulling for a stool over to Stiles' desk.

Danny pulled a few books from his bag before glancing back at Derek.
"Who's he again?"
"Uh, my cousin, " Stiles answered awkwardly." Miguel."
Blake grinned seeing the death glare Derek was sending Stiles.

"Is that blood on his shirt?"

Stiles looked at Derek's shirt which was covered in blood. "Yeah. Yes. Well, he gets these horrible nosebleeds," Stiles lied. "Hey, Miguel! I thought I told you you could borrow one of my shirts."

Stiles nodded towards his dresser, silently telling Derek to change his shirt. Derek huffed before standing up.
"So, anyway, I mean, we both know you have the skills to trace that text, so we should probably -"

"Uh, Stiles?" Derek called.
"Yes?"
"This," Derek began, holding up one of Stiles' shirts. "No fit."

"Then try something else on," Stiles ordered.

"Wow," Blake gasped as she stared at Derek's shirtless chest.

Derek looked over at Blake and smirked.

"Did I say that out loud?" Blake questioned as her face burned bright red.

"Loud and clear," Stiles answered, glancing at Danny who was staring at Derek.

"Hey, that one looks pretty good, huh? What do you think, Danny?" Stiles questioned. "The shirt?"

Blake realized what the boys were talking about, and being honest, she felt jealous. She didn't even know why she was jealous or what she felt jealous of.

"It's-it's not really his color," Danny stuttered.
Stiles shook his head. "You swing for a different team, but you still play ball, don't you, Danny boy?"
"You're a horrible person," Danny sighed, removing his eyes from Derek.
"I know," Steps agreed. "It keeps me awake at night. Anyway, about that text!"
"Stiles!" Derek hissed. "None of these fit."

"Oh well, I guess you'll just have to remain shirtless," Blake declared.

Everyone stared at her.

"I said that out loud again, didn't I?" she groaned.

"Yes, you did," Stiles nodded.
Danny glanced around the room and sighed. "I'll need the ISP, the phone number, and the exact time of the text."

Stiles grinned like a child on Christmas Day, Blake tried to stop her face from getting even redder and Derek cursed himself. He couldn't fall weak to some girl who he had just met a few days ago.

The room fell silent as Danny tried to retrace the text.

"There," Danny announced, sitting back from Stiles' computer. "The text was sent from a computer."

Blake jumped to her feet and stood behind Stiles as she stared at the computer screen. Her eyebrows knitted together, confused by what was showing on the screen.

"This one," Danny added, pointing to the name on the screen.
Derek joined the three teenagers and stood beside Blake.
"Registered to that account name?" Derek questioned.

"No, no, no, no. That can't be right. " Stiles shook his head in disbelief.
Blake looked at the screen one more time to make sure that she read the name right. She did. Melissa McCall's name was written on the screen.
"Are you sure?"

Danny nodded. "Why? What's wrong?"

Stiles shook his head and patted Danny's shoulder. "Nothing. But you should probably go. You know, we've got that lacrosse game tonight to get ready for."
"Yeah. I'll see you guys there, " Danny nodded, packing up his things. "Will Miguel be there?"

"Bye, Danny!" Stiles said, shoving him out the door. Once Blake knew he was gone, she turned to face the boys.
"My mom didn't send that text."

"I know. But it was sent from her computer," Stiles agreed.

"We're going to the hospital," Derek announced. "To ask her for ourselves."
Blake nodded, agreeing with his plan.

"Whoever sent that text could be working with, or could be, the Alpha," Derek explained.

Blake shivered, realizing that this person was in the same building as her mom.

"Come on," Stiles urged. "The sooner we get there the better. I was right when I said I had a lacrosse game to get ready for."

➰

"Did you get the picture?" Scott asked through the phone. Just then, a picture appeared on Stiles' phone. It was a picture of Allison's necklace Scott managed to find while at her house. On the silver necklace, was a picture of a wolf surrounded by a few symbols that no one seemed to understand.

"Yeah, I did, and it looks just like the drawing," Stiles confirmed from the driver's seat.

"Hey, is there something on the back of it?" Derek asked, sitting beside Stiles. "There's gotta be something. An inscription, an opening, something."
"No, no, the thing's flat," Scott replied. "And, no, it doesn't open. There's nothing in it, on it, around it, nothing. And where are you? You're supposed to be here. You're first line."

Blake looked at Stiles. She knew that he would much rather be playing first line in lacrosse than being at the hospital to look for Melissa McCall.
"Stiles, you can go to the game and I can find my mom," Blake offered. "We'll be fine."

"No!" Stiles and Derek exclaimed in unison. Blake and Stiles raised an eyebrow at Derek.
"Why not?"
Derek gulped, immediately regretting opening his mouth. But then he got interrupted by Scott.

"Man, you're not gonna play if you're not here to start," Scott informed.

"I know," Stiles sighed. "Look, if you see my dad, can you tell him, tell him I'll be there, I'll just be a little bit late, okay? All right, thanks." Stiles hung up.

"You're not gonna make it," Derek announced.
"I know."
"And you didn't tell him about his mom, either."
"Not till we find out the truth."
"By the way, one more thing."
"Yeah?"
Blake's eyes widened as Derek slammed Stiles head into the steering wheel.
"Oh, God!" Stiles groaned. "What the hell was-"
"You know what that was for," Derek interrupted. "Go. Go!"
Stiles hurrily got out of his jeep and ran into the hospital, leaving Blake and Derek in silence.

Blake pursed her lips, the atmosphere suddenly becoming awkward.
Derek didn't dare look at her because he knew that he would crumble and say things that he would regret later.

"Why can't I go?" Blake questioned.
"Go where?" Derek continued to stare the window to his left.
"To find my mom," Blake added. "What's the worst that can happen?"

"This plan could completely fail and everyone gets hurt?" Derek suggested.

"So why did you let Stiles go?" Blake challenged.

Derek shrugged. "Better him than you."
"What?"
"I would rather Stiles get hurt than you."
Blake crossed her arms. "And why would that be?"
Derek remained silent but Blake wanted an answer.

"Is it because I'm a girl? Because I'm pretty sure that qualifies as sexism."

"No," Derek muttered.
"Why then?"

When Blake got no answer, she opened the jeep door.
"If you can't give me a valid reason to stay, then I'm going," Blake decided. Blake went to step out of the jeep but a hand grasped her arm and pulled her back.

"Blake, wait!"

Blake was pulled back to her seat, in shock by what had just happened. Derek's hand still rested on her arm as he turned around in his seat to face her. And then he fell weak. He didn't know what he was doing but it felt right. Did it? He didn't know, he couldn't think straight anymore.

Blake could feel his breath on her neck. His face inching closer to hers. She didn't comprehend what was happening until she felt his breath on her lips. She hadn't moved the entire time, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to. Did she want to kiss him?
Did she want him to kiss her?

The two were interrupted by Blake's phone going off. Blake glanced down at her phone in her hand that wasn't being held by Derek's. Her eyes widened when she saw that Alec was calling her. She forgot that she was supposed to be meeting him at the lacrosse game and she was already late as it was.

She pulled her arm free from Derek's grasp. "I have to go," she muttered before getting out of the jeep and deciding that she would walk to the lacrosse game.

I am literally screaming inside!