"Invasion of privacy" I said to Stiles in a sing-songy way. He glared at me. 
                          
"I was 13, they dropped the charges. And no, we're doing lab work" Danny replied. Stiles grunted as he started typing on his laptop. 
                          
"Who's he again?" I heard Danny ask Stiles
                          
"Oh, uh, my cousin... Miguel" I stifled a laugh as Derek glared at Stiles. 
                          
"Is that blood on his shirt?" I looked at Derek's shirt and sure enough there was blood.
                          
"Yeah, yes, well, uh, he gets these horrible nose bleeds. Hey Miguel! I thought I told you, you could borrow one of my shirts" Derek got up angrily and walked to Stiles' dresser, taking off his shirt in the process. I watched as Danny glanced back and forth between Stiles, who was talking to him, and Derek's back muscles. But I mean, who wouldn't. 
                          
"Stiles" We all looked towards Derek 
                          
"Yes" 
                          
"This. No fit." I laughed quietly. 
                          
"Sammy, help him find something." Stiles groaned. I got up from his bed and walked to Derek. 
                          
"Glad to see that you're alive." I said while looking through Stiles' shirt selection.
                          
"Yeah, but I'm the most wanted fugitive in the state" 
                          
"Try this one" I said as I handed him a very ugly colored striped shirt. I held in a laugh as he put it on. 
                          
"Hey! That one looks pretty good, what do you think Danny?" Stiles is such an ass. Though I laughed. 
                          
"It's not really his color" Danny said, sounding uncomfortable. Derek took off the shirt while giving me the death glare. I smiled and winked at him, making him more mad. 
                          
"You swing for a different team but you still play ball, don't you Danny boy" I heard Stiles whisper. I shook my head laughing. 
                          
"You're a horrible person" Danny sighs. Poor Danny. 
                          
"Stiles! None of these fit" Derek said while flaring a shirt around. I continued to look through the drawers for a shirt but eventually gave up. I sat on the bed and stared at Derek. He would glance at me from time to time and it made me laugh. Derek settled with this weird dark colored shirt. Danny did some magic work on the computer and traced the text back to a computer at Beacon Hills Hospital. The sender was probably the most shocking: Melissa Mccall. 
                          
Danny decided to give up on lab work because it was almost time for the game. Stiles, Derek and I went to the long term hospital where Peter was staying. I felt bad for Stiles because he made first line and tonight's game was supposed to be his first, but unfortunately he was helping Derek. I wasn't paying attention while Stiles talked to Scott, but when Derek slammed Stiles' head into his steering wheel I hit Derek in the head. 
                          
"Derek" I barked 
                          
"Ow! What was that for?" Stiles asked while rubbing his head 
                          
"You know exactly what that was for, now go! Go!" I shook my head at Derek as I climbed into the driver's seat.
                          
"Ask for Jennifer, she's the nurse looking after my uncle." I only heard Derek's side of the conversation with Stiles because I was too lazy to listen closely. But things started getting suspicious. Stiles was taking way too long. I felt my phone vibrate, my mom was calling.
                          
"Samantha" 
                          
"Yes"
                          
"It's Peter" 
                          
"What? What's Peter?" I asked. 
                          
"Peter's the apha" I hung up on her as I jumped out of the jeep. I ran inside and found Stiles stuck between Peter and his nurse. 
                          
"Oh my god I'm gonna die" Stiles said aloud. I ran up to the nurse and knocked her out.