Written In The Stars{Derek Hale/Book 1}

Chapter 17-Abomination

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"I'm so sorry about the other day." Laken heard Stiles say as she walked towards the two best friends, I'm trying, uh, we'll get through this. I know because I love you." 

"The two of you got something you need to tell me?" Laken leaned up against the wall.  

"I love you more than- oh my god, I can't, you and Allison just have to find a better way to communicate." Stiles told Scott, ignoring his twin sister. 

"C'mon. You're the only one that we can trust, is she coming to the game tonight?" 

"Yes, okay, message complete."

"Now, tell us about your boss." Laken told the teenage werewolf. 

"He thinks that Allison's family is keeping some sort of records of all the things they've hunted." He told them in a whisper. "Like a book." 

"He probably means a bestiary." The twins spoke in sync.

"A what?" 

"A bestiary." 

"I think you mean bestiality." Scott chuckled.

"Nope, pretty sure I don't. I'm not stupid." Laken told him.  

"It's like an encyclopedia of mythical creatures." Stiles said. 

"How am I the only one that doesn't seem to know anything about this stuff?" 

"Scotty, your like my baby brother. You're a creature of the night, apparently I'm a fucking angel, it's kind of a priority of Stiles and I's." 

"Okay, if we find it, we can find out what this thing is." 

"We need that book." 

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"Come on! Is that thing even a teenager?!" Laken and Bobby shouted in frustration, everyone around looking at the pair in amusement.

"I wanna see a birth certificate. Who or what is that genetic experiment gone wrong?" He asked Stiles as the two sat down. 

"Eddie O'Bomawich, Coach." Stiles said, eyes still on the Lacrosse field. "They call him the 'Abomination."

"Oh, that's cute." 

"We gotta get the book." Laken mumbled to her twin. 

The two got up and grabbed the keys from Allison before running to the parking lot to get to the school. 

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Stiles stopped his sister. "That's Lydia, a-and she's crying. Hey, Lydia, what's wrong?" Stiles knocked on her window and she rolled the window in his face. "Lydia-" He knocked on the glass, "-C'mon." 

Lydia sniffled, "Just go away." 

"What's wrong?" 

"I don't need anyone seeing me cry." She insisted, wiping away her tears. 

"Look, you shouldn't care if people see you cry, alright?" Stiles leaned on the door. "Escpecially you."