Chapter 4;

The alarm roared into his ear and Scott went to turn it off and pulled himself out of bed. He went to check on his bite and pulled the bandage off to see that the bite didn't seem to be as deep as he first thought. It still stung a bit but it was feeling much better than it did last night.

Stiles also got up that morning and went over to take the bandages off as he looked over at his arm. The swelling wasn't as bad as he thought. The incisions from the teeth were still there but now it didn't seem to be as bad as last night. His arm was a little stiff though. He went to change but when he went for his phone, he realized that he must've dropped it back at the preserve when he was attacked.

Scott changed his bandage and got changed and headed off on his bike. He rode to school and headed for the bike rack. He took his helmet off just as a car went and parked right by him and the car door opened and banged right into him.

Jackson Whittemore, the bane of his and Stiles' school life, got out and barely gave him a glance as he said, "Dude, watch the paint job." He said it like Scott had gone out of his way to get himself hit by his car door.

Scott began to move and soon spotted Stiles getting out of his jeep. He was lightly rubbing his arm. He still smiled when he caught sight of him. "Hey."

"Hey," Scott said back. "You okay?"

"I'm fine, I guess. So, how about your bite?" Stiles asked as he let go of his arm.

"It still stings a bit but its looks like it'll be okay, I hope."

"So, what do you think that thing was? I didn't really get a good look at it. It was big though."

Scott shook his head. "I'm not sure. It…kind of looked like a wolf."

"Nope, not a chance," Stiles said shaking his head.

"But I heard a wolf howling."

"When?"

"Last night. When we were heading back to the jeep. Didn't you hear it?"

"No, I think I was a little distracted by the pain and blood pouring out of my arm to listen to the sounds of the woods," he said with his patented sarcasm. "Besides you didn't hear a wolf."

"How do you know that? You just said that you didn't hear anything?"

"Because California has no wolves. Not for 60 years."

"Really?" asked Scott.

"Yes, really. So whatever you heard couldn't have been a wolf. It was way too big to be one anyway. Probably was a bear or something."

"Well then, if you don't believe me when I say I heard a wolf then you won't believe me that I saw the other half of the body."

"What?" Stiles said taken aback. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Well, I think I was distracted by the pain and blood pouring from my side from the bite that not wolf gave me," he said mimicking Stiles earlier sarcasm.

But Stiles didn't care about that. "You're kidding me."

"I wish. I'm going to have nightmares for a month." Scott said.

"This is so freaking amazing! I mean, all of this. It's seriously the best thing to happen to this town since…the birth of Lydia Martin," he said when he caught sight of the girl himself. And she was coming closer. "Hey Lydia," Stiles said with a smile. "You look-"She walked right by them. "Like you're going to ignore me," he deflated. He then pointed to Scott. "You're the cause of this, you know."

"Uh-huh," Scott said rolling his eyes as he went to walk off himself.

But Stiles went after him. "Dragging me down to your nerd depths. I'm a nerd by association. Scarlet-nerded by you."