Moving. Yet again. Because this ducking stupid—
No. Get yourself under control. You know what happened that time—
Okay. New school. Mmhm. It's alright.
He arrives at the school...
"I am a werewolf! I have been one for a very long time! Apparently so is Scott, and from how badly he was holding up there not for a very long time."
"No, I haven't, it's barely been a week. How are you doing, I mean, is everything okay?"
"—mostly. Let's not talk about me, though—what was that over there? You could've killed Jackson! You could've killed Stiles!"
"I don't know, I just lost control. I still haven't found a way to stop the shift, Derek won't explain anything to me. How did you do it?"
"Who's Derek? And I—by now it's usually mostly under control. I have a, a thing I focus on. I think about how much I really don't want to hurt other people. It—wasn't always exactly easy."
"Derek is a werewolf. He keeps showing up, I think he might have been the one who attacked me."
"Oookay I think I do not want to meet this guy. Shit." And to Stiles: "And how'd you get dragged into this?"
"I'm his best friend," he says, as if that answers the question.
As far as Ade's concerned, it does.
"I don't know who turned me either, actually. Never met them. Not even a mysteriously unhelpful werewolf."
"Do you think I should talk to him? It would be good to have someone to help."
"I'm—kinda torn about that, honestly. Like, on the one hand if he turned you he's probably not very nice. On the other, I myself know only bits of pieces I picked up over the years between trying not to bite anyone's head off and being hunted by people who think my mere existence is an abomination."
He uses his free hand to lower the window and say, in a not too loud voice, "So, Derek, if you're around, now would be a good time to show up."
"...dude that's kinda creepy, you could, like, show your face or something."