|9|

                                    

                                          
I woke to the sound of police sirens and tires screeching. 
                          
"I'm so freakin' done with this werewolf hearing oh my god" I got up and walked to my window. There were no cars in sight. No lights, no sirens, nothing, but I could still hear it just fine. I groaned as I stomped to my closet and put on real pants and a sweater. I checked my phone and there was over a dozen messages. Most of them were from Stiles but some were from Chris, Kate, and Scott. Chris and Kate, as well as the entire sheriff's department were chasing Derek around town. I guess that's why there sirens blaring in the middle of the night. Chris and Kate had something planned, but since I'm not staying at Chris' house, I'm a little out of the loop. I dragged my half-asleep body down the stairs, out to my car. I drove to the Ironworks warehouse because that was the latest text from Chris. I met Chris by his car, he gave me a gun and took off. I ran after him as he climbed up the stairs to the lift. Chris shot a flash bomb without warning and the bright light took my vision for like three seconds. I heard a car speeding down the street. I couldn't not do anything because Chris would be suspicious so I pulled out the gun that he gave me and fired, repeatedly, missing Derek on purpose. Chris looked at me confused as he loaded his machine gun. I was always the best shot. Chris started shooting when Stiles and Scott pulled up and saved Derek. 
                          
"How'd you miss" He asked as we made our way down
                          
"It's been awhile" I said nonchalantly. Which wasn't completely a lie, I only go shooting a few times a year. 
                          
"Being with him is bad Sammy, it's bad for everyone" he informed. I opened his trunk and put the gun in one of the bags.
                          
"I'm not with him." I said while walking to my car. 
                          
"You talk to him"
                          
"Not as much as I used to. Chris, I can handle myself." I got into my car and drove home. I haven't had this much stress about anything since high school. 
                          
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I was supposed to be at the school so I could help with the lacrosse game but instead I was running. Besides chasing Scott and Stiles around I haven't done anything active in a while. I was running through the preserve when my phone started ringing. I slowed to a jog then a brisk walk before answering. 
                          
"Sammy!" 
                          
"Yes" 
                          
"Come to my house, like now please okay bye" I sighed as I ran back to my house. I took a quick shower and changed into fresh clothes before driving to Stiles'. I got there the same time Danny did. 
                          
"Hey Danny" 
                          
"Sammy, hey. What are you doing here?" We hugged for a second before walking to the door. 
                          
"Uh, I don't know. Stiles told me to come" I rang the doorbell. 
                          
"Oh. We're supposed to do lab work" I nodded my head at Danny. I know that that's not the reason he's here. Stiles never does his work. 
                          
Stiles let us in and we all walked up to his room. I saw Derek sitting in the corner reading a dictionary. I laughed to myself as I sat on Stiles' bed. 
                          
"Danny, I need you to trace a text" Stiles jumped straight into it this time. 
                          
"You want me to do what?!" 
                          
"Trace a text" Stiles repeats. I knew they weren't going to be actually working. 
                          
"I came here to do lab work. That's what lab partners do" Danny replies. 
                          
"We will, once you trace the text" 
                          
"And what makes you think that I know how"
                          
"I looked up your arrest report" Stiles said like it's totally okay.