A whole new year has started and it's been months since the boys or anyone for that matter has seen Derek Hale. The reason for why he left and why he came back looking more hot is for one person to find out.
"So Scott, where do you think Derek ran off to?" I asked Scott at lunch. This has been a repetitive action for me ever since he sorta left and just the thought of Scott ripping Derek jugular out scares the holy shit out of me. But if the epic battle between him and Derek take place, I would quickly jump between them. Like I've been obsessing over him since he became alpha. And to be honest I didn't even think that killing your alpha would release you from the curse, so the epic battle wouldn't have to take place, thank gosh. I think it was some made up bullshit anyway. Complete and utter bullshit.
"Man, I've told you I don't know. And I don't freaking care. He stole my one and only shot of becoming normal again!" He yelled out. And I dropped my burger from my hand when our surrounding area became quiet. The one pair of eyes that I questioned was Jacksons, like he's more passive aggressive. He's more weird now. Like he's forgot about the whole being a werewolf thing. The bell rang and we both stood up quietly from the table. We dropped our trays and headed for 5th hour. "See ya." He says quietly and I wave at him.
Derek didn't immediately run off after he killed his Uncle Peter. It was just more so of after the next full moon. We never tried to attempt to go see him cause we thought he might have been unstable. He would have ripped us to shreds maybe. Shit, just maybe. Like since he's been gone, I've went over to the Hales property every Saturday to try and find anything that would lead me to where he went and make sure nothing worse happened to the place. I would think Buffalo, but really, werewolves in New York? I kept staring out the window thinking of him like an obsessed school girl, but for a reason it's like now that he's gone I actually miss the guy. I guess I made it pretty obvious with the whole depression thing, but nobody was actually perceptive to realize it. But why, I do not know. He did ruin my bestfriend shot at becoming normal again, but that's so over rated and possibly untrue. And that chance could have been totally made up just for Scott to help Derek kill Peter. And Scott didn't know what he was getting himself into. At least they still had the chance to kill Peter. I was still staring out until Mrs. Gonzalez interrupted me. "Stiles," she said, "what's the answer to this?" She said pointing at the board.
"Uhh, eh, mhmm" I cleared my throat, "I would say the radical of 32x squared but it looks more like a squared plus b squared equals c squared."
"Not even close. Keep your head out the clouds and to my board before you have a week of detention." She spoke in her sexy accent.
"Yes Mrs. G." I said staring at the board until she turned around and granted me clearance. Looking back out I swear I could see a spiral in a fogged space on the window and a dark figure so distant that it fit perfectly in the middle. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, I knew I was gaping and surprised, but more likely hallucinating cause I think it just waved at me before Mrs. G came and smacked a detention slip on my desk interrupting me again. She yelled at me about paying more attention or I wasn't going to get no where in life, yadda yadda, same stuff every teacher say to the disobedient child. When she made me fill it out, I turned back around to look out the window to see Derek, but he wasn't there. Nor the spiral he must have put on the window. I now knew what I had to do today. And skipping detention today was for starters.
"Dude I'm telling you, he is not back. Did you not think I would have smelled him if he was?" Scott said.
"Well yeah, but you were in Gym with sweaty hormonal, dramatic life having adolescents who probably were covered in dried semen and vaginal fluids that probably wasn't properly cleaned. You could have been bombarded with their scents that you didn't pick up on his. Maybe it changed since he's been alpha and he's been gone long enough so maybe you forgot his scent." I rambled out hoping he would understand. Going into the fridge I grabbed to sodas and threw one to Scott.
"Even if I didn't pick up on his scent, what makes you one hundred percent sure that he would he would come see you of all people? He freaking hated your guts, would put you as bait. Man, think about it." That sorta striked me as a low blow coming from Scott. Maybe I should keep whatever happened the night Derek left to myself. See, I could just pop his virgin information cherry with telling him some things he didn't know because he's too much of a damn moron to find out or fucking ask to see what was fucking wrong with me for, I don't honestly give a shit any more.
"You know what. You're right. He really fucking don't care. I'm gone. I'll see you fucking later." I said walking out of Scott's house with my book bag over my shoulder.
"Dude, are you really going to be like that? You're angry for no reason. I know you did a lot for us but really, Derek can care less for you and I know it. He's the most heartless bastard you would ever meet." Scott said following me to my jeep. Which I think is really ironic since he's the one who ditched his bestfriend all those times.
"Other than you? I would think so. Go rot. He's been there when you weren't. Wolf stuff or not." I told him mounting into my jeep and pulling away. I hope the universe will hear my plead and let that soda explode in his face. I made my way to the Hale property blasting some music through the speakers, and came into the clearing. I turned the music down to call my dad, and what is it to my surprise, came the voice mail. Since leaving a voice mail is not my style, I rather call more directly. After a ring Ms. Lucy pick up the phone. "Stiles Stilinski, this line is for emergencies only. Don't make me tell your father." She spoke sternly.
"Yes ma'am, just tell him I'm staying the night at Scott's so he doesn't have to bite my ear off with punishment lectures and to be careful on the new case." I said calmly.
"Ok sugar," she says to me sweetly, "it went straight to voice mail again?" She said knowingly.
"And you know it."
"All righty then sweetie, I'll tell him. Have a good night. Talk to you later." Ms. Lucy spoke softly.
"Thanks Luce, and you too." I ended the call. I got out the jeep and walked up to the burned manor opening the door slowly. I stepped in looking to my left where he used to train and the place where Kate was killed. I looked to the right and saw another room that I really never paid attention to. Just another part of the house filled with books and burned things. I dropped my backpack and headed into this room. I looked around and took in the burnt wood. Burned but still lively. Kind of smell like cherry oak. Or maybe something else. I went to retrieve my backpack and headed up the staircase. Once I made it to the top I went into Derek's room. The only room that was not completely burned down and was the most living capable in the house. I sat my bag down and sprawled across the bed. Just a little nap before starting the homework would calm my nerves I hope. The bed still smells like Derek after all this time. I knew I left a blanket or something in the jeep, but it really doesn't matter cause my eyes were staring to get more heavy and the head ache was banging me into the tiniest hole.
I made my way towards the door just before my Dad caught me in my footsteps. "And where do you think you're going?" He spoke from the dining area.
"Uhmmm, out?" I said. He grounded me for eh, about three months tops for the whole death toll of Beacon Hills. But by the time I entered the dining room I could see files and various cases spread out crossed the table, he started the lecture.
"You do understand what house arrest mean, right Son?" He asked me, staring at a file in hands. I know he was in deep thought cause his glasses were just below the bridge of his nose.
"Yes, retained to the surrounding area of your property. But if you ground me now, that just means more trouble and mishaps for me to get into when school starts again. So I think it's highly logical that you don't start the whole punishment thing just yet." I rambled off into his ear.
"Sounds correct, but whose to say that there isn't anything else going on? Huh? Whose to say that whatever is going on between you and your friends isn't still happening? Answer that." He said marking a big circle on the file with the red Sharpie he had in his. His point is correct, but indeed dead wrong.
"Uhm because the psycho of a bitch K-"
"Language." He sternly looked up at me.
"Kate is dead. And so is the sick son of b-b-bee mole rat Peter. Case closed. So like 3 weeks ago. Any who, may I please go and you ground me when school start? Please!"
"Go. Be back by nine." He says examining a photo from the table.
"Eleven thirty it is." I said running out of the house. I could hear my Dad screaming my name to come back, but I'm just going to pretend that I didn't hear him and alls is well. I got into my baby and drove off to see about Derek. Alpha or not this bastard is going to get an earful in ruining my bestfriend chance at becoming a regular human again. Stopping the serious thinking I started to jam along with the radio which was playing my favorite song so far. I blasted it up and started to sing along, "Come and put ya name on it, Put ya name on it, But you wanna put ya name... I know you want it in the worst way. Hmmm, can't wait for you to blow my candles out... Ouu baby I like it... I know you wanna bite this, it's so enticing... Cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake." I started to turn the music down when I was close to Derek hearing range so he wouldn't know of my Rihanna sex songs addiction. I pulled up into the clearing and put the car into park. I got out and slammed the door to awaken my presence. I started striding towards the house when Derek walks out with a box in his hands. I studied his facial expression that was a mix between desperation and fear. I guess he didn't notice me until he got smacked in the face by my scent the breeze carried over and dropped the box dead on his feet. He looked at me in shock like I was a ghost or something. "What are you doing here?" He spoke picking up the box and brushing pass me.
"What are you doing with that?" I countered back towards Derek.
"Business that doesn't pertain you, Stiles. Go away." He always tried this method to be rude and push me away when clearly he wants someone to talk to. I watched as he put the box into his trunk of the Camaro and walk back up to the house. I dashed past him and quickly ran up the stairs to find the next box. Once I found it on his bed I started to throw the contents in every direction possible making a huge mess. I can hear the growls coming up the stairs at a fast pace so I decided to just dump it. Derek rushed in, eyes glowing in crimson red orbs and pushed me hard against the wall. "What in hell do you think you're doing, Stiles! I told you to leave." He snarls at me. I can feel the bruises staring to form on my arms where he is holding me in position at. He breath is lightly hot falling heavy on my face. He inhales and takes a step closer, thus making contact with my body. He opens his eyes again and now they're telling me something else in there. Not fury, but want.
"You can't go." I pleaded forgetting about the pain in my arms right now. "Not now."
"Why did you really come? Why Stiles? You didn't know I was planning on leaving, did you." He said slamming me back against the wall.
"Yes, I did. Why else would I come to you? You need to stay."
"Don't fucking lie to me Stiles." And again with the slamming.
"You're hurting me," I whimpered manly like. He growled loudly so I decided to just tell him. "Ok, I came to give you an earful about ruining Scott's life. Then annoy you I guess with alpha questions. I swear. Please let me go." I rushed out. He let me go and his eyes returned to their normal grayish green. He apologized quickly, and just put all the disoriented stuff back into the box and rushed back down stairs. I heard the trunk close from here but no creek of the steps or door closing. I stood where I was for minutes until he slowly walked up the steps. When he re-entered his room, I could tell he was controlling his breathing. But why? Is it because I smell? I know it's been like a day and half, but really?
"Stiles. I'm going to need you to answer truthfully, ok?" He spoke softly. I nodded in agreement. "You came to argue about Scott normality chance, right?" He asks, and I nod slowly."But you saw me packing to leave, and you don't want me?" I nodded yes. "Why don't you want me to leave." I tried to speak, but every time I opened my mouth, nothing would come out cause I would want to say something else. I struggled for the longest wasting daylight until Derek stepped closer. "Nod if you don't know why you don't want me to leave." I nod because one, it's the only thing that makes sense, and two, I need him not to leave.
"I don't know why." I spoke scared for my life. "It was like something in the back of mind disagreeing to what you were doing and it took over. Then when I put it together it was like an instinct. Can't explain it really." I could tell he was reading my facial expression I was clearly displaying. 'I can't handle this.' Was all he said before he left the room. I followed him to his car and tried with all the might I could to stop him from leaving. I would have gotten into my jeep to follow him but that sneaky son of a bitch let the air out of my tires. I stood there gasping for the air my lungs couldn't grasp, and during this whole time something was breaking. I didn't know what it for sure until I started crying, and I really couldn't figure out why I was crying. But I knew it was because Derek was leaving. Could it be the somewhat rocky relationship we might have had as friends? I just feel like kicking and screaming. I went to grab my lacrosse stick to subside this pain with anger and started beating on anything that came in sight. First my tires . Then a tree and finally the house. Next all I see is black.
I woke up with what felt like puffy eyes, and sore limbs. I stumbled through the dark forest of a house. I slipped going down the stairs and everything was almost invisible in the night, but with the help of the moon I could see the edges of some things in this house. When I made it out, the moonlight shone down and I could see my jeep still had flat tires. It was empty, no life. I start to drag myself towards the wood and take a stroll home. Derek would totally be against this, but who cares now. The big bad wolf is gone. I fell to the ground, scraped parts of my arms and hands, ripped my jeans, and probably had a dirty sweaty face with animal poo on it. I received a slap to the face with a branch that came from only God knows where, and continued to south of nowhere. When I finally arrived out of the forest and wandering aimlessly, I reached the supermarket. I walked the three miles home, ignoring the honks and questions from people I didn't even know recognise my existence. I stepped in mud on the side of the rode and got slightly rained on before I made it home. I tried to see past the streamers and balloons and everything else that was for me and went straight to my room ignoring calls from Scott and my Dad. They followed me up to my room, but before they could get close, I slammed the door in their faces and locked the door. There was shouts and banging on the door. It was continuous for about thirty minutes before I couldn't take it any more. "GO! THE FUCK AWAY!" I yelled at them from my bed. I went to the bathroom ans stripped out my clothes and got in the shower. The water was hot. I scratched the small wood parts from my hair, wiped my face and cleaned the cuts. I washed gently over bruises. I stepped out and dried myself and put on some sweats. When I got out of the bathroom, the clock said 2:15. It didn't seem like I was out that long, but it sure as hell feel like it. My Dad and Scott finally found a way in, but I was quickly already put to rest. I didn't wake to their budges I just groaned and burped sour belches. It didn't seem possible on an empty stomach, but ok. It went on to three o'clock and three thirty. How slow does this clock really move. Four in the morning came and I felt myself dozing off. It was around five twenty and I kept pushing myself to stay awake. I heard steps on my roof and my window slide open and I came to my full consciousness. When I heard him enter I quickly threatened, "Scott, get the hell out my room or else I will push you in a pool with wolfs bane." I said. I heard the window close but still felt the presence. "Get out!"
"No." Said the strong voice that didn't belong to Scott. It was Derek. He didn't leave. I was too shocked to move. I felt a dip in the bed and arms wrap around me.
I don't know why I'm feeling like this and acting this way, but it feels unusual. Not me. "Why are you leaving?" I questioned Derek as he was soothing me to sleep.
"To protect you." He says sadly. He holds me tighter, but not too so he would hurt me.
"Don't let me go." I tell him.
"I'm not expecting you to understand, nor am I ever, but this wasn't supposed to happen like this. I'm only doing this to protect you. There are things happening and the longer I stay, the faster they'll develop." He says as I'm almost to sleep.
"Derek." I say to him.
"I'll come back for you." I held a tight grip on his wrist but I knew it was useless. He got free and pulled me on top of him from the spooning position. I looked at him and he stared into my droopy eyes. I could tell he was having a harder time controlling this, whatever it is, than me. I cupped his face and he leaned in. When our lips touched it was like magic. His were rough, yet so eager and soft. His stubble scratched my face ever so lightly and I loved the way it felt. I felt his tongue go across my lip and I opened my mouth to give him access. Our tongues clashed and I lost indefinitely, but it felt amazing even doing this. I know I shouldn't, and this is wrong because last time I checked 'I Heart Lydia'. But his lips, stubble, tongue, smell, and touch is so invigorating and inviting. He searched my mouth with his tongue and and I did the same. I don't know how long we've been doing this but his hands made to my hips and he abruptly stopped. I pulled my head up and looked down into lusty red glowing eyes. "Stiles don't forget to do one thing," he says to me though I might even have enough energy to save this my chamber of thoughts, "don't forget to feel. Don't forget that for me while I'm gone." I nod in agreement and move my head down and dart my lips back to his. With this kiss, it feels as if he's pulling the last bit of consciousness out of me. I pull up and lay back on my side gasping for air facing Derek. "I know you don't celebrate your birthday any more, but happy belated." Derek tells me and kiss me on the forehead with those lusty eyes before my droopy eyes closed.
"Don't go," was all I was able to say before I felt the heat source leave and the window opened to let in an early morning breeze.
The last thing I heard was "Don't forget. I love you Stiles," when suddenly sleeps come over me. I wake up around noon and start to feel nauseous. My face feels funny and everything is still sore. My body is still coming back from sleep and I touched my lips and realize what happened. My eyes are still half open, but quickly close after I remember. I start screaming and yelling and curl into a ball. I heard footsteps running up the stairs. Next was the pounding again. Everything was crumbling all over again. But it wasn't my Mom, it was my... Derek.
I awake instantly gasping from the nightmare of a memory. Sweat was beading down everywhere and I threw off my jacket. I looked around and it was late night. Moon shining bright into the room. No way could I have slept that long. I decided to use the moonlight, with help of my phone, to start on the homework. I was kinda pissed that I was stupid enough not to set an alarm. I wiped away at my lips to get that ghostly feeling to go away, and started with the homework. The strain I put onto my eyes was as irritating as I thought it would be, but still enough to make me annoyed. Closing my book I left the house and walked into the woods. I just took a stroll through the wide range of the Hale property and the west that belonged to the earth or who the hell ever. I couldn't see entirely where I was going, but I could make out a few things. I was stepping through muddy tracks, and followed different paths and just walked around till I became tired. Not knowing where I was going my legs started to turn to jello and I was tired. My spidy senses sensed that something was lurking not to far from me and I decided to head back the way I came if I could. The branches and twigs from behind me started to make noise but I actually wasn't scared. I was contemplating on whether to run or not, but it might have been Derek since he's back. Or I could be wrong and it's a wild animal, like a cougar or something. I stopped and surveillanced my surroundings. Whatever it was it was moving fast behind the trees and circling me in. I'm pretty sure it wasn't a wild animal cause I knew it what have lurked and showed some sign of what it was. A branch from behind me snaps and I jump around and see something charging at me. I bound to my left and let the deer run past. That was a close one really. I continued to walk back at my regular pace and kept looking back. I didn't have the feeling anything was following me anymore, but I did feel like I was going to puke. By the time I made back to the house it was around three-ish. I grabbed the blanket from the trunk and went back up to Derek room. I kept my shoes on to stay warm and wrapped tight and fell asleep instantly.
When I woke up the next day, there s loud screeching sound. I could hear men talking and what not. I could hear them yell for the bulldozer to come in and blow this place over. I gathered my things in the matter of seconds and ran the stairs until I go onto the porch and dropped everything. I could hear a man swear and he walked up. "What's going on!" I yelled at him, "What the hell are you doing?"
"What am I doing, what are you doing! You're not supposed to be in there, that house is reckless and endangering, kid. You're not supposed to even be in there." He boomed. I mean this constructor was a well built guy.
"Yeah, well so isn't your wife. But we still had a good time!" I stepped on his toes. "Who gave you permission to do destroy this house any way? This isn't your property."
"The owner, kid." He spoke sternly. "Someone get him out of here. We have work to do." He said grabbing a clipboard from the ground I ran back onto the porch.
"Can't tear down a house while a civilian is in your way now can you."
"Well this is private property and we have permission to bulldoze everything. If we didn't see a kid in the house doing whatever, so be it. This isn't our first rodeo kid."
"Oh blow me. And I'm not a kid, if Derek was here he would rip your throat out for trying to do this." But since the owner is probably not present I should probably move. The man with the hard hat looks over his papers and looks at me.
"Well Mr. Hale said to destroy this whole thing and move it all out. Including a Stiles, if found." He states.
"What!" I gasp. He couldn't not have made me an inanimate object. "I'm not something to be removed!" I yelled. I picked up my things and stormed passed him and his crew of men. I get to the end of the clearing that's now filled with machines and what not and forget about my jeep. "Now where the fuck is my vehicle!" I yelled at them.
"Quarter mile down the road." Mr. Hard hat said from a couple yards away from me.
I walked the distance and get into my jeep. I thought of things I would do and probably say when I see Derek Hale ever again and nothing pops up except the night he left which ultimately makes me furious. I finally knew for sure Derek is back. He pisses me off already and he hasn't even been back in town for more than two days. Way to go, fucker.
School was pretty boring today, like always, but more unusual. It was like I was being followed all through school. All day. I knew it couldn't have been Derek cause someone would have recognized him in the hallways, but it was like who ever was watching me were invisible. I went into Lit, and sat near back next to a window hoping I would, just possibly see Derek. Everyone filed into class and I sunk back into my chair and waited for class to begin. Everyone was doing their own thing and the teacher wasn't in yet. I looked out across the distance through the trees and bushes hoping to see a dark figure lurking. Some kid started playing music and everyone suddenly became a little louder and more rowdy. It went from throwing hands up to party rocking and what makes you beautiful. Next Mr. Morris walks in and takes Jakes' phone and give detention to Missy for doing her hair in class. He have a kid that I never saw before behind him. "Settle down and take your seats mischievous children." He says. "First and foremost, a thousand apologies for my tardiness but I was held up with some difficulties as you can see." He said gesturing to the next of him. "This is Samuel Hawks, he's a new student here at Beacon Hills High, and I want you to welcome him in. Samuel?" He gestures for him to make an announcing to class.
"Uh, I prefer to be called Sam, I like music a lot, and the kid in the back that has been avoiding me all day is super hot." Sam speaks up. His voice is strong confident, soft and deep but not too deep. Like he's a man of few words. He looks lean with all natural muscle, might be athletic from my view here and sorta pale but has some pigment with blonde hair. He dresses like an average student. Denim, graphic tee, hoodie, converse, and a back pack. Though he might be recruited by Ms. Martin if the strawberry blonde could get her hands a hold of this one. I really wasn't paying attention but his eyes were dead on me and so were everyone else's. I look behind me and I see Icky Vicky looking at me also. And that's when I notice he's been in every single class of mine, AP Chem., History, Theory of Knowledge, Gym, Trig, and now Lit. He's the one who's been invisible and staring at me all day. Damn, I have been avoiding him when you put it like that. God, he has tried to talk this morning when I first came in, but I was rushing to go brush my teeth and clean myself.
"All righty then, everyone quiet. Take a seat Samuel and let's begin." Mr. Morris speaks over the murmurs. He scans the room of empty seats and spots the one next to mine, and sees it's a vacant seat. Usually Scott sits there, but he's been MIA all day. Finstock's gonna bust that ass if he misses practice. Sam sits down and looks at me and smiles then return his attention to Mr. M. I focused my attention to him for the first few minutes and he was looking out the side of his eyes.
"Dude, that's social suicide." I whispered to him hoping he would hear.
"Yeah well, this isn't my first High School. And I thought it would be the only way to actually get your attention." He says quietly.
"I'm flattered, I really am -"
"But you're not into guys. Yeah, kind of figured, but if you're creeped out, sorry about that. I kinda do that. Lol."
I start laughing at him cause it's really funny that he said 'Lol' in a sentence. "It's not that, man. It's just complicated for me right now. Going through a lot of things. And sorry about earlier, just some things were going awol."
"It's cool. So you are into guys?" He questions.
"Can't answer that." I tell Sam. He nods in understanding and doesn't push with the questions. We steal a few glances at each other and he smiles like a mad man which only draws more attention than we already had. Mr. Morris glares at us cause we're stealing his limelight as he continues to lecture. Passive aggression is a bitch, I know. The bell rings that end school and Sam and I pack our things in silence and walk out together ignoring looks as we walk out of the school. I gave my number to Sam before we separated and I walked to my jeep. We decided we should hang out sometime since we clicked so well. I got in my jeep and drove home. When I arrived I saw my Dads cruiser in the driver and I pulled up next to his truck. When I stepped into the house it felt like I was rushed on by Scott and my Dad. They both questioned my whereabouts last night. But I guess Scott didn't cover for me like I thought he would. "Uh, unlike some people I was at school." I say dodging the other question."Yeah, today was interesting. New kid at school, he's a real charmer." I tell them trying to upstairs.
"Get your ass back here, Stiles. Where in hell were you last night?" He yelled.
"Out."
"Out where? Out where Stiles? Do you know how worried I was? Me and Scott waited here all night. He called looking for you. You weren't answering your phone, neither I could get in touch with you."
"It's not like it happened again." I started to tell him. It wasn't like I was all wooded out and came home like a stray dog and cried and was freaking depressed for weeks all over some guy they didn't know about. "I don't know what came over me then. But now that it's gone, and I'm stronger, my absence is completely my fault. I didn't know what was happening then. I do now. May I go now?"
"Where were you? I see you still have your clothes from yesterday on." Scott just makes this so fucking hard for me sometimes.
"You could have sniffed me out." I sorta raised my voice. My Dad looked at me as me and Scott exchange looks.
"Don't be a smartass, he was just looking out for his friend Stiles. Now where?" He pushed on.
"Why does it matter. I'm home and I'm safe." I tell him. "But if it helps, I was in the woods again." I say picking up my bag and running up stairs. My Dad sat down frustrated and overwhelmed and just left Scott to follow me up. I tried to hurry up and close the door in his face but it didn't work. He nudge his way in. When he finally got on he started to pace the room.
"Dude, do you know how close you were to blowing my cover?"
"Dude, do you know how good you were at blowing my cover!" I yelled at him. "If you just wanted me, you could have sniffed me out." I yelled mimicking Scott.
"I can't, I haven't been able for a while now." He said sitting at the edge of my bed.
"What? A wolf don't lose it's senses over night." I say curiously to what he was suggesting.
"Dude ever since your breakdown, I haven't been able to pick up on your scent. Like it was fading away. Then one night when I stayed over I tried to test everything else, you tasted like nothing."
"Wait dude, you licked me?" I yelled at him standing from from desk chair.
"Let me finish!" He paused. "But you still looked the same, but your auro thing started to fade to like it doesn't show. And your heart beats, but not as loud as everyone else's. I have to actually pay attention." He said calmly. I studied him carefully. I wonder if this could have to do with the whole breakdown thing after Derek, but I wouldn't think so. I mean I am my own right?
"Oh." Oh was all I had to say.
"So where were you dude?" He says calmly.
"Well a number of places. But if you're referring to last night, I was at Derek house and the woods." I tell him staring directly at those dumb eyes of his. I completely and instantaneously hate Scott. I don't know what has kept me around but I really despise of him. "Can you please go away, I know you're trying to be the good friend but I'm tired of everything. Including you." I say resting my head on my folded arms.
"Burn dude. Like really, I don't know why you insist on going there every chance you get." He says getting up.
"Well I don't either. Now there's the door." I think in some way it keeps me sane. Or other times it gives me hope that he would come back eventually. Which he did. Now alls he did to do is show up. Scott leaves and I sigh once the door is closed. I should start on the history report for Monday, but being the good ol' student, ill pracrasinate on it. I went to my bed and hopefully I can get some sleep. I was in the middle of having a dreamless dream my Dad woke me up. He said that I had two weeks added to my punishment and that he better not hear I left the house, and I better not end up at Derek house or the woods so help him God. Once he leaves I grunt, and to think about it, I wasn't even thinking about leaving tonight. I slept for a couple more hours before I woke up and took a shower. I got into some clothes more comfortable and made my way to the kitchen. I made some pizza rolls and went back up to my room. I checked my phone and I had a couple of new notifications. I ignored the calls from Scott and went to the text from Sam. He sent it like three hours ago. It's like nine now. I texted him back, "Hey, what's up. Sorry about this, but I was busy."
.it's cool..what r u up to?
Nothing much. Enjoying punishment. :)
.niceeee..
Yeah, what are you doing?
.nun much..boredd
I know how you feel man. Where are you from?
.houston..
With no accent? Really?
.what can I say, im a gud actor
Mhmmm. Sure man,
.hey, bout earlier I really ddnt mean to creep u out or come on too hard
It's cool like I said. I'm flattered.
.but?
It's complicated
.with who? if u dnt mind
Someone too dangerous for both of us
.what's he like?
Why do assume it's a guy?
.it's not?
No it's Lydia Martin
.dude that girl is horrible. She asked if we culd go shopping and hang sum time
I loved her since third grade
.you're a bad liar. who is he? the closet Whittemore case?
I don't want to go there.. And it's not him, definitely not.
.cool..have to go ttyl?
Yeah. See ya. That was an awkward conversation. And I went back to sleep.
The weekend really went by fast. I stayed in my room and slept mostly. Scott stopped by with news that Derek house was being rebuilt and he's seen him at a glance for the first time he's been back. And when he finished I kicked him out. I was starting to become really pisseed that he's been back for a couple of days now and haven't come to see me yet. It's really weird given where we left off.
Today, Sam and I were together again since we have every class together and he let me join in on his paper since I was too lazy to get mine finished. At lunch our hands touched slightly, and I think he took it the wrong way, but I still kind of liked it. I didn't introduce him to Scott nor did we sit together. Everyone whispered ad we walked pass and so many people asked me about the rumors that had spread like wild fires. Lydia confronted me just before 6th hour. She told me she hated my guts for getting my hands onto Sam first. That she could have made something out of him. Sam said he was one who got into my head and he never liked her. I kept quiet and let her fume off. I went to class with Sam and we were actually separated to do Shakespeare projects. Of course I was with Matt, Tyler, Danny, Jessica and Olivia. I think these are the people in our group for every group project for the rest of the year. We got the scene of the battle of when the one guy dies and Romeo kills Juliet cousin. We are supposed to modernize it and make it into the most attracting thing in pop culture. Class ended and I was stomped that I forgot about Sam. "Oh shit," I say turning back and I jump to see him there already. But to my surprise there smiling since he scared the holy shit out of me.
"It's ok dude, I'm right behind you." He says.
"And we walk. Need to go to your locker?" I ask. He nods and we stop by it. I yawn and walk slowly out the door. Sam makes a comment about some kid messed up hair and it has me dying of laughter. When we make it to the end of the steps, I start to feel light-headed.
"Are you alright?" Sam ask as he watch me stop and wobble a little. I nod and keep walking. I look across to find my jeep and I see a black Camaro with sliver and grey streaks in it. A guy steps out and it's Derek. It feels like I stopped breathing and everything just stopped. It's been months since I seen him. Since he left months ago. Left me, and now, he's returned. Derek looks more buff and even hotter. His clothes are still the same dark mysterious black, but he adds dark colors. His hair is spiked, but it's different. He closes the door and start to walk fast towards me. I drop my bag at Sams feet and start to run towards Derek. We pick up our speeds and when we finally reach each other everyone is staring. "Stiles," he says. He says and envelopes me in his arms. He smells like a surf shop and still like the woods and that manly scent.
"Derek." I say in his chest. He releases me and by now everyone is watching. I feel eyes move closer and hear the murmurs grow. He leans in and we kiss like it's our first time ever again and again I don't know why I'm doing this and whey the feelings are coming back that a tried so hard to subside. My hands rake through his hair as we go deeper and deeper till I can't breathe anymore. If it weren't for his strong arms holding me in place, I believe my jello legs would have turned to water by now. My lungs are now empty and I need to surface and breathe in more air. I remember where we are, and what we're doing and what has happened and what he's done so far, and what I've been through and he wasn't there for me. Let this happen to me all alone. My anger starts to magnify and I open my eyes and people are recording and taking pics of the two guys making out in centre yard of the school. His are closed and move my hands from his head and I push his shoulders back with all my force and we break contact. He walks back up with a worried look on his face and and ball my fist and launch my mass weapon against his jaw. He falls back, then places his hand on his face. He looks shocked and I look down on him. "You bastard!" I yell at him. I feel like crying and kicking and screaming and throwing a tantrum. These feelings are weird and creeping back up and I run to my Betsy. I pass Jackson and he starts to chuckle.
"I knew you were gay." He says to me. I ignore him and get into my jeep. Before I drive off I stop before him.
"Oh yeah? Before you say that again I would wipe whatever Danny left on the side of your mouth off, fag." I say and I speed off. I look in the rear view and Derek is walking with Scott back to his car and Sam is behind me accordingly like earlier. He honks and and I slow down once we're on the road and a good distance away from the school. He speeds and gets on the side of me in the other lane.
"Follow me to mine. We can hide out there." He says and I let him take lead. I take notice of how his car is so similar to Jacksons, it's weird. I followed him after for about a mile or three. We pull into this gate and we turn and go into this super large garage. He gets out and walk to my side and sees that I haven't gotten out. I look at him blankly, and he just shrugs. "C'mon. Get out. Let's hide from the big bad wolf."
I slam my head into my steering wheel twice and keep it down. "That's not cool nor funny. It's not right in so many ways."
"Yeah, yeah. Want a bite?" He ask.
"No. I'm a baby strapped in a car seat in a hot car that's locked. Go find my mother." I tell him.
"Where do I start?" He chuckles slightly at the idea. It's cruel and unusual, yes.
"The cemetery. Good luck." I tell him. He opens my door that I thought was locked and pulls me out. I grunt at him as he pulls me through his house. "Why is it so bigggg!" I whine at Sam. "You remind me of Jackson in so many ways, and I hate Jackson." He 'mhmms' and let's me go. I follow him up a large staircase so I won't get lost and so I can hide. He leads me down a long hallway and I follow him inside a room. He sets his bag down by the nightstand sitting next to his bed and made his path towards a walk-in closet. He walks in and close the door. I hear a flick and nothing else.
"Feel free to join." He says. And I walk in. He smiles and I sit crossed leg across from him. He stares at me and I rest my face against my palms that's supported by my knee. "I knew he was hot."
"Oh shut up," I say and knock his mimicking position out of shape. He starts laughing and playfully slaps me in face. I don't retaliate but just sit there and glare at him. "Bitch."
"What a foul mouth you have."
"So I've been told. You have anywhere else to hide out? Derek's pretty good at finding people. He has his... Ways." I tell him. But then if my scent changed then I would be totally fine here. He gets up and I follow him again but this time it's to the kitchen in far far far away land.
"And he has a hot name." Sam says. As he guides the way through the mansion. I sigh really, really loudly so he can hear and continue the journey.
"Do you know where we're going?" I ask.
"Once you see what looks like a kitchen, then by all means, yes. Lol." Again with "Lol" in a sentence.
"You must stop with that."
"Or what?" He ask and turns around and I bump into him. I can feel him breathing down on me. And given much, he isn't that much taller than I am. It's intense now and I feel my heart beating faster and faster. I stare at his lips since they're so close, and back away slowly.
"Take me back to the garage." I tell him. He grabs my hand and pull me through the house. This time he looks more pale than usual. When we reach the destination I thank him and get inside my jeep. He let's the door open before he hops inside the passenger. I look at him and he stares at me patiently. I ignite the car and pull out. I make way home and pass a few people who honk billangirantly at me. "What do suppose they want?" Sam just shrugs and I keep driving. I pull off the rode and by now I've drove for about two hours. I get out and start a walk. I think after I was deep enough Sam started to follow. Or try to follow before I slowed my paced. We walked for a while before I became tired and sat on a flatten tree stump. "I don't know what to do."
"Do what you feel is right." Sam says.
"I can't. I did and I kissed him. When I came to the conclusion I ended up where I am now because of him. Because of him all those terrible things started to happen." I started to stutter out.
"Don't cry. He wins if you do." Sam say sitting next to me. He holds me close and I put my head on his shoulder. "What happened when he left?"
"What makes you think he left?"
"Hmmm I don't know, the whole running across the school lawn and kissing for everyone to see like it deserve to be in a movie."
"Lol," I chuckle out. "It's not like that though." I tell him.
"Then what's it's like?"
"I don't know. It's complicated. He left when I started to change and needed the answers."
"Change how?"
"I don't know. That's the bad part about it. But when he left I locked myself in my room and cried and slept. Then I had a mental breakdown accordingly. I guess I was the Bella Swan in this story, huh?"
"Yeah, lol. But she had a bestfriend." He tells me. But then that would mean I would have one too. Oh yeah, I had one. What's was his name.
"Scott always ditched me and that part of me that was depressed and my normal self, shall we say, didn't care. But then the other I never saw before blocked him out. It made me do a lot of things. I thought I had everything all packed together." I say and I start to sob, but I quickly stand up and hit the nearest tree. I turned around and answer Sam's unasked question. "I have to do things to keep sain. Or my other part comes back."
"I understand. Let's walk." He says and grabs my hand. We just wander around and he doesn't let go of my hand and to be honest, I don't want him to. He held me earlier like he actually cared. I can't say that I'm not attracted to Sam in every way, cause really I am. He looks back at me and smiles like a mad man. Is it because I haven't took my hand back or what? We keep walking and it starts to get darker. The deeper we go into the woods, the more mysterious it gets. Like the dark overwhelmed the forest and takes it in. And you're fending to make it back out. That's why I like it out here. I could see a "Private Property" sign nailed into a tree and I freeze. We're close to the Hale property. "What? Scared of a little danger?" Sam asks.
"Uh no, I do this all time. It's just that Derek and his family owns this private range. And stepping any further makes me an easy target to catch. We have to go. Like now." I say nonchalantly. I grip his hand and start running. Putting a much distance as we could from the property of the Hale's and ourselves. I the ran towards the car, but didn't know if it positive. "Is this the right way we came?" I stop and ask Sam.
"No. I don't know." He says breathing heavy. "Why are we even running? He's just a guy." Not just any guy. He's Derek Hale. I pulled Sam again and we dashed through the forest and finally reached the rode again. The vehicle was just some way down, and when we finally got to I made way for home.
My Dad busted my ass when I got home cause I wasn't there right after school but I used Sam as my excuse. I belly flopped into my bed and Sam probably sat somewhere against the wall since he's an odd kid. "I understand you. But your decisions are too haste." He says. "Think things through first."
"Mhmm. I feel emotionally and physically drawn to him. And I hate it with a passion. Do you know how frustrating that is? And then he leaves and comes back and fucking comes back and kisses me." I rambled through the pillow.
"Let him explain first,"
"He did. Before he left." I step in.
"Then what's the problem? He left you to fend for yourself. He wouldn't have done it if he knew you were capable of handling it yourself." I sit up and look down at Sam. He's laying across my floor, eyes closed, and laying on his arms.
"You are really a better bestfriend. Especially for someone who speaks wisdom with eyes closed."
"Lmao, I'm Yoda of my time. And plus, wolves are weird and complicated overall." He says.
"Yeah, your right. I don't know why I bother with them." I say. Then I realize what he says and I gasp and his eyes shoot open. "Wait, wait, what?" I'm stammered by what he just said.
"Hm? What I said was guys like him are weird." Sam gets up and walks to the door. I jump before him and push him back.
"Noo, that's not what you said. What did you say?" I say backing him into the wall. "Don't you dare lie to me," I say grabbing a bat.
"Alright, there's werewolves here in the Hills. And they're real." He says.
"Yeah! I know, what I want to know is how you know." He say pointing the bat to his chest.
"Wait, you know?" He asks squinting his eyes at me. "Then why're you riding me like Mr. Morris?" He says. And I back away just a little.
"Answer the question." I tell him.
"Well if it counts, I've had my run ins."
"That's fair enough." I lower my bat and before it's back right up again. "Take a step and your head goes flying. Answer my question. How'd you Derek is a wolf?" I say. He takes a step forward and I swing but he takes hold of the bat.
"Really?" He ask throwing the bat on the bed. "Look, let's play a life long game, no questions, no lies. Ok?"
"No. Not fair." I say.
"Well bye." He says leaving the room.
I didn't get a chance to run after Sam when he left the house cause he vanished. Into nowhere, like he was there, then he was no more. I ate dinner with Dad and it was an awkward silence, he just eye balled me. "I don't want to talk about it." I say.
"Like we were gonna." I dismiss myself and walk up to my room. He's been distant for a while. And so have I. So I just say fuck it. Where's the family I have? Gone. I take a quick shower and decided to text Sam. He doesn't reply, so I call. He doesn't answer. I lie down from the sudden fatigue, and play around with my phone. I don't know where my book bag is, and I really don't feel up to doing anything right now. My Dad came in and told me he was going out to work and won't be back until tomorrow night. I congratulate him on everything and smother myself into pillows. I fall asleep hoping the reoccuring nightmare doesn't return. Every out has come to this. One step closer, and it happens.
I made my way towards the door just before my Dad caught me in my footsteps. "And where do you think you're going?" He spoke from the dining area.
"Uhmmm, out?" I said. He grounded me for eh, about three months tops for the whole death toll of Beacon Hills. But by the time I entered the dining room I could see files and various cases spread out crossed the table, he started the lecture.
"You do understand what house arrest mean, right Son?" He asked me, staring at a file in hands. I know he was in deep thought cause his glasses were just below the bridge of his nose.
"Yes." It stops there this time. I feel warmer than usual and I open my eyes. The clocks read 1:33 AM. I feel like I'm being held down and I notice the arms that's holding me. I start to panic and kick and throw my arms everywhere. When my body catches up with my brains, I'm still on the bed being held down when I should be up beating the perpetrator with my bat. "Stiles! Stiles! Calm down, it's me!" He says. I scream and kick yelling for help until he clamps a hand over my mouth. "Stiles! Calm down! It's me, Derek!" And that's when everything came to a cease. He finally releases me after a while, and I turn around to face him. He starts to smirk, and I smile at what I see. The most beautiful face in all of time. He's just perfect. The way his jawbone curves, how his hair is perfectly spiked, and more buff he became. I lean in and start kissing Derek eager lips. He swipes across my bottom lip and I open my mouth. I feel his tongue brush against mine and we go strong like earlier today. Now that we have the privacy I don't know how, but it's more concealed and different. I grip his shirt into a fist and he comes a little to me making body contact. I can feel his hands moving from hips, going up. I cup his face and he does the same, and now it becomes more intense. I throw one of legs over Derek hip, and grind into him. He groans and pulls back. We're both gasping for air now and he starts to laugh a little. He stares at me, cause now my expression went from lust to serious. He glares at me and I yank my hand that has been resting on the side of his face back and slam it back down on his cheek. He closes his eyes and focuses on his breathing like he's refraining the Alpha in. He opens his eyes and they're the perfect mixture of grey and green in this lighting and speaks, "Stiles, just this once, and only now," he starts to say, "let it all out." He says. I go on a tyrant with his body. I bite him everywhere possible, kick him in the sac, pokes his eyes and punches him in the face and all over. I think I broke a couple fingers of his when I yanked him off my bed and onto the floor and stomped his hands. I kneed him in the ribs and kick him in the stomach when he tried to get up and I grabbed my bat from the side of the desk and I hit him repeatedly with it. I could see blood coming from his lip and turned him over and he fell to the floor. I mounted him and grabbed a fist of his shirt and jabbed him over and over and over. I could hear my phone buzzing and knocks at the door. I think of the whole time I had the breakdown that was for weeks and the suffering I was going through and the answers I couldn't find and that he held. The loniless. Betrayal. Heartbreak. I was the fucking Bella Swan. And this is for removing a Stiles. And not seeing me when you first came back. My knuckles start to ache and I'm tackled? Yes, Scott has tackled me down and Mrs. Charlene and Sam comes rushing up the steps. She gasps at what she's witnessing and starts to call somebody. I don't know what happened with her but her phone sounded like it was stomped and her nagging voice is distancing. I think I've gone mad cause Scott wolfed out on me and has me pinned down. I flipped him over me, hoping I sent him out my window and mounted back on Derek. Before I could launch into his face I'm thrown into my wall. Scott stalks towards me and Derek starts speaking but the impact has my hearing awry. I look at him and he's trying hard to stand up. I rush at him and slip by the desk debris that I fall at his leg. I crawl between his legs far enough and I bite him on the inside of his thighs. The muscles tighten as I clench the meat between my teeth and I'm picked up from behind and dragged away from Derek.
I'm in the hall bathroom taking a shower. Sam is on the other side of the curtain. He helped me calm down from my raging tyrant on Derek, and aided Scott a little in cleaning him up a bit. From the crack in the doorway, I saw Scott carry Derek down the stairs. But now I'm in the steaming shower. Sam said my neighbor saw a mysterious man creep into the house. Then she snooped around the house and heard me yelling. So she called my Dad, who said it was probably Scott in which he called, and him denying it, and him coming over. He said Scott saw him walking up to the house when he got here. He told Scott he wanted to seriously talk to me about something and that it couldn't wait. Scott heard grunts and such and the old lady come from around the house. Scott, finding the extra key outside the house, barged in and so on. Until now, I got fed up with every ones bullshit. "Sam," I say pulling the curtain back just to reveal my face, "no lies. How'd you know Derek was a wolf?" I question him. He glares at me from the toilet, and go leans on the sink.
"I'm a blood sucking vampire. Now shower." I guess that suffices. I close the curtain and.
"I figured. So what did you want to talk about that had you out in the wee hours of the morning." I say.
"It doesn't matter."
"Or does it?" I tell him revealing more this time. He looks at me and his eyes go down and come back up. I slowly remove more of the curtain at a time and he's trying hard to be fixated on my eyes. My body isn't that bad, it's actually quite nice. I stop at my lower abdomen and he finally looks down. "You can join me if you want. No funny business, I promise." I wink at him and bite my lip. He shakes his head and laugh a little. I turn off the shower, and step out. His eyes are closed, what a shocker. "Aren't vampires like really sexual?" I ask advancing on him.
"I have morals. Would you mind covering up?"
"Would you mind passing me a towel?" He feels around and shoves a towel into my chest. I wrap myself and back away. "I'm done." He opens his eyes and stares at me. I stare into his eyes and tell him, "I know you want me. Just as much as I want you, why are you doing this?"
"One, you're in a relationship. Two, you're in a relationship with a freaking wolf." He says.
"And there goes Yoda." I say and rush him and start kissing him. I guess he wasn't kidding when he said he was a vampire, this kid is cold. I swap our positions and now I'm leaning against the counter. I move my hands to his ass, and it's really bubbly and firm. He mouth opens and I enter. We explore each other mouths and then I'm being lifted. "No," and I feel my feet touch the ground once more. I stop and pull back. He's sort of was like in hypnosis and looked dazed. "I taste good, huh?"
"Just a little." He says out of breath. "You're right, I do kinda want you." He says diving back into my mouth. I kind of moan out at this action and bring my hands up to his head. He puts his at my waist, and I go back to his ass. The way his feel it's so, just mmm. He moans every time it and grind against his hard on. We were going at this for a while and somebody walks. I kept doing what I was doing thinking that it was only Scott, but it wasn't.
"Dear God, Stiles." I look suddenly at my Father. He looks really pissed. I start to stutter out an excuse but he just puts his hands up and waves us away. "And I thought the boarding school was gonna do this." He says walking.
"What! What's that supposed to mean."
"Get him out my house, now! And you're grounded three plus months." He says going down the stairs. Sam tells me that I'm lucky he didn't walk into my room and that I'm lucky he convinced Mrs. Charlene to keep her mouth shut. But I think he just did some vampire thing. We talked at the door and I kissed him. "Stiles. Bed, now!" He said from the kitchen.
"Going!" I said." See you tomorrow?"
"Of course." Told me. He leaned and I tried to kiss him once more but my Dad walked up.
"Night Son," my Dad said closing the door in his face. He turned and faced me. "You, clothes, bed, now."
"Yes sir!" I said smiling and running upstairs. The night went well. The Derek side of me is wore out completely. And the regular Stiles is back. I went to sleep in the guest room since mine was probably a wreck and the blood stench. I smoothly went to sleep. It was just total darkness.
Throwing ripped jeans on and a baggy shirt I walked down to breakfast. My dad eye balled me when I poured myself a bowl of cereal. He took a sip of his coffee and said, "Son... I get that you're gay and whatever, but really? Tight jeans with holes?" I shrugged at him.
"It's not that. They're slim, different. And they're ripped. And I'm not gay." He had a smugged look on his face. "I'm open to new experiences. Slightly bi, I still like the va jay-jay." I threw the bowl and spoon into the sink and told him I was gonna wash it before I left. I went up and brushed my teeth and got my school stuff and keys. I ran down stairs and hoped into my vehicle. I feel so energized right now like I'm me again. I haven't felt this so alive since before Derek. And now that everything I've suppressed surfaced and it's free. I wonder where Scott took him, I should probably apologize, though he told me. Maybe I really hurt him. I should call Scott. No, I'm driving. I blasted the music until I got to school. When I walked into the school, there was eyes on me everywhere. Some people greeted me and just went on about their business. Some just murmured under their breath. There was a 'FAG Alert!' and a projectiling pie coming my way. I felt something stir in my gut and I threw myself backwards towards the ground. I came back up and everyone was staring at what was happening. The pie that was meant for me hit Lydia in the face. Now that I look at her, she's ugly this season. I walked passed the dumb asses that pulled the prank and pushed them into the lockers. I didn't realize I had that much strength to cause a dint in the lockers. I found my way towards Scott, and this time I'm surprised cause he wasn't with Allison. "Where's Derek?" I ask when I walk up. He just looks at me and shakes his head. "Dude, where did you take him?" I started to get more furious with him.
"Away from you, man! You're fucking crazy!" Yet have I ever heard Scott use profane, and he shell shocked me. "You beat him with a bat, almost to death." He said.
"He told me to. Why do you think he didn't do anything to stop me, moron. He was apologizing." I said stepping closer. "Where is Derek?" I just wanted to know he was.
"Not in a hospital. He's ok and safe for now. It's taking time for him to heal." He said.
"Fucking assholes. I just want to make sure he's alright." I walk away from Scott and went to find my next person of interest when Scott told me I was the worst person ever. I turn back back around and looked at him amused. "What was that?" I asked coming from around the corner.
"What?"
"Did you honestly have the right mind to say I'm the worst person ever? Really?"
"No. Goodbye Stiles."
"You did you damn dog. I heard you."
"You couldn't have." He said walking away from me. Ass. Same appeared when I turned around and his expression turned to sad. I didn't want to talk about it so we walked to class when the bell rang like super loudly. I start to have a hammerging headache and go to the nurse for some aspirin. I lay down in the bed thingy until second hour cause of the bright lights and noise. I decided to go and remembered there's a chem test. Since Sam is on the other side of the room with no seat open near him it's impossible to get help. The test time goes pass super fast and the nerd, Sarah, is sitting directly diagonal from me at the front of the class. I wish I could see her paper. I focus on the paper and all I see is blurry stuff. I sigh and when I look up it's like here paper is clear as day. I write down the letters she circled, and ignored the essay question and turned it in right before the bell. Went off. I cover my ears and the sound is faintly lower this time. I decided to skip the rest of school and Sam decided to kiss me in the middle of the hallway. In front of everyone. And I though I had enough on my plate. On my way out I borrow a pair of shades from Dulley and snaked my way out. When I was clear I made my way for the rode. I decided to check on Derek. Some porn music was on playing, and the chick sounded like a whore. I didn't know where I was driving to but just around. Starting to smell a funny scent I followed it and it led me to Dereks half re-built house. I actually was looking for him but no sign of him. I started to smell something that was similar to my room last night. That irony smell. Since Derek wouldn't be in the hospital nor in Scott house for that matter. I pulled into the Hale clearing and scoped the place. The house is almost rebuilt, there's a mess by of wood and such old things by the woods, and I look around. I felt a spike pierce through me and I stopped. I looked around and looked for nothing in particular. I walk back to Betsy and the scent picked up again. I raised my nose into the air and followed it to the entrance of the cellar below the house. I kicked open the gate and walk through the tunnel. I don't know why I was doing these things right now but I everything was so weird again. And I had a feeling that the new me was being overridden again. I take off the sunglasses and continue to walk. Everything was dull when I was looking through the shades, but now everything is as clear when it should be dark and inconsistent. I walk into the torture chamber and see nothing. I could make out what appeared to be a huge light switched and turned it on. I saw a larg hump on the ground. I go reach for it and see the Derek that I once beat. I immediately back away, and he turns onto his back. "Stiles," he let's out a hushed whisper. I stand there frozen. I did so much physical damage to him. I didn't realize through my rage. He looks half dead and his eyes looks drained. He cracks a small smile, "who knew you could do so much."
"I'm so, so-"
"Don't be, Stiles. It's only fair that I let you release the pent up anger. You did everything I asked you do when I was gone. And I felt it first hand you can say." I stand there looking down at his body. It's all bruised, beat, and bare. Some of thr bite I gave him are partially healed. Along side with the of the bruises that weren't as bad. His lip is still split, and his nose seems disoriented still. Black and blue- and purple all over. I never knew how the subsided part of me felt. I feel so ashamed and guilty. I shouldn't have given in to the temptation. If I knew what I would have done, I wouldn't have even thought about it. "Whatever you're feeling now is only going to get worse. Whatever your thinking about Stiles, is just going to be a burden."
"I felt so much better before I came to see you. I shouldn't I have left school," I admit.
"So leave." He turns back over. What is he thinking. "I thought when I came back it would help, change something. But I guess you were finally getting passed." He chuckles sickly. Does he honestly think this is a game. Does he know how hard this is for me. What I'm going through? "Let me be, I leave again. Just remember what I said." He says. I can't leave him like this, it's wrong.
"No." I say. "Why aren't you healing?" I ask him. He doesn't say a word. "Answer me!" I yell at him kicking the ground.
"I can't." He tries to yell. But he cringes more and curl.
"Tell me!" I yell at him and kick him over. He growls at me then let out a slight whimper. I analyze him and don't really find an excuse. "Derek, you owe me." I say. There's no way in hell I'm going to go research it. "Fucking tell me!" I yell kicking him again. I jump on top of him and start beating him again. He makes me feel so, wild! Ugh! I feel free again and something terribly wrong starts to happen. Before I get to jab him again I'm thrown off and he shifts. The clothes shred to pieces and what's left of Derek is no more. All that's over me is a jet black alpha wolf with glaring fangs that has elongated, crimson bloodshot eyes, and slob coming out his mouth. A howl pierces through the cellar and I'm pretty sure through out the rest of Beacon Hills. My bones are vibrating and the head is up howling it's brains out. I cover my ears, and when he stops he there snarling at me. Do I dare challenge him now, is all I got from the message.
Derek snapped at me and I stared at him unafraid. He growled louder and louder until I started to tremble and snapped once more. I bared my neck to him in submission, and I start to feel something wet on my neck. I open my eyes that has closed since I submitted and turned to face and see he's licking my face now. I start laughing and push his face away, I don't know why I'm starting to fill like this again, but I'm starting to like it now. It's not as if I'm Stiles from yesterday night with Sam or the Stiles from when Derek left, but like the woven pieces that are together now. I don't feel like I'm two separate people people joined as one going different directions anymore. It's like this is better than everything in the world. Like I should be here. Enjoying this, the licking, the terror, the... Love? I remember Derek saying he loved me. But does he still if he's gonna leave so I can have the other free Stiles back? No, I don't want that. I want the Stiles that me right now. I don't want him to go. I think I let out a few tears thinking about him wanting to leave again cause he stopped licking me and I could see him slowly shifting back. His fur starts to shorten in seconds, his elongated fangs are sinking back in, and he paws are slowly changing back in hands and feet. The skin of his is starting to show again, and the bruises, cuts, bites, and everything else is gone. Like the alpha healed it all. The last thing to go are those crimson red eyes that has me drawn into his face. He looks worried in his human expression and I bare my neck to him once more. I squint my eyes clothes, and feel that he's planting small kisses along my neck. He picks one spot and licks it before he starts to suck on it. I start to tremble from head to toes. He stops and lean his head back up, still on all fours. "Stiles," he starts to speak, "don't be sad. I'm not going anywhere. I'm here for you." He says kissing my cheek. "I know this isn't normal, but I promise to tell you everything you want to know. But you have to let me try, and I'm hoping you will forgive me for every wrong that I've done towards you." He says calmly. I process everything in matter of seconds and want to give in, but I don't know. Every fiber is screaming at me to accept and forgive him and I want to. I just don't know how I'm going to cope with everything that's happened so far. I'm just one guy. And I think I have a boyfriend that's not him... And now, everything is telling me that I'm wrong, guilty, and punishable.
"Ok, I will." I say turning my head back over to face him. He smiles and leans down to kiss me. This kiss is of gratitude and accomplishment between the both of us. I guess things with me and Sam are off. Can't explain where this thought came from but ok. "Is Scott going to be busting through the doors anytime soon?" I ask "Or some pack you decided to turn when you left?" He shakes his head and laugh.
"That was for us. I left for you. To help us, I thought whatever I was doing was for the better, I wouldn't have abused such a thing. And as for Scott, he won't. The howl was me reclaiming territory. He should have howled back though." He smirks. I observe him and sees that he's still on all fours, and he bare all over. I look pass his biceps and down his buff chest and over his sexy toned abs, his waist line and see his penis. It's like one I never seen before. It's so large even for when soft. I wonder how good it'll be to him erect. I can picture him just pounding me. I can feel my heart start to pick up pace, and I hear a loud thump echoing off the walls and sees it matches the way Derek left pec is slightly moving. I wonder if he can smell my arousal coming to be. He still isn't erect, but he's definitely in the mood. I can see him on top of me in this very position, just taking control. I get an instant itch in my under arm, and I start to feel hot. I stop with the fantasy and hope that Scott will howl just to be in pack and so Derek won't take him down for being in his territory. Just then, him banging his erect length in my mouth displays in my mind. I lick my lips and look back up at Derek. He shrugs nonchalantly knowing what I was going to say. "If Scott doesn't partake in reclamation, we'll be pack together, Stiles. Just us, we'll be mates. I thought leaving in time would stop what nature had for us. But I guess it wouldn't, seeing that you have your alpha dominance in you and your special attributes I have to teach you how to control." I gasp a little and he nods. He looks down at himself, and nods. It's a while before he looks up and I picture him fucking me up to cloud nine unwilling. "Yes, this will be all for you one day." He leans down and kiss me more passionately and intense. I throw my hands over his back and pull him on me more.
Finished! :* How'd I do? Great/Horrible? Advice/Tips? How about a review? :D Think this is called a one-shot? I don't know.