REVELATIONS

CHAPTER 1

Where to start… Hi! I suppose.

My name is Stiles, I'm 17 and a senior in high school. I have average grades but have intelligence where it counts; academics are over rated anyway. I have a fairly stereotypical 'small town' life. … My dad's the sheriff in my small town, I have loved just one girl for as long as I remember, my best friend Scott is a werewolf and I can't play sports.

Why does everyone only hear the bit about Scott, this is my story.

It all started on an average day at the side-lines of the schools sport field. Scott and the team were practicing for the weekend's La Crosse game; running drills and whatnot.

A bunch of smelly sweaty teens just dying to make one shot with that damned ball; I tell you what, Scott was lucky I was his best friend otherwise he'd have a cheer squad of one, Alison. I remember her sitting with Lydia, smiling ear to ear as she watched Scott dance around the opposition like he was doing gymnastics rather than a contact sport.

I could see pools of sweat gathering on each player's foreheads; drenching their kit in in warm pools around their chest and pits. The air was full of false bravado and a dank musky smell, not unlike wet dog… god I hope that's not Scott. One of the team flung a rogue ball that sped towards me.

At that moment, Jackson smashed in to me on the side-lines, sending me flying from the bleachers on to the damp grass. I jumped up in an effort to look like I had kept my cool; the grass stains and flushed cheeks weren't playing along.

"Jesus Jackson!" I said, wiping clumps of grass from my Jeans.

"What? You got something to say to me Stilinski?" He barked back.

I felt a knot in my stomach as my adrenaline took the express route to my ass. "No, no… go do what you do." I moved back and sat back down, avoiding eye contact. That was embarrassing. I looked up to see Scott pushing Jackson and mouthing off at him. I smiled but my eyes fixed on something in the distance.

Derek.

I'll catch you up quickly here; Scott small dog, Derek big dog. Regardless, I couldn't work out why he was here. Normally he avoided places like this… you know, places with people. He had a presence, like you see in the movies, drenched in mystery and a face built for brooding. Then you got to know him and realised that the big bad wolf act was all out of puff.

"Screw him!" I thought. If he wanted to draw attention to himself then so be it. Speaking of drawing attention to yourself… I looked back down at my jeans and decided that I should go change.

I got up and walked past Lydia and Alison, smiling weakly I pointed down and shrugged. "Gotta go change my pants,"

I instantly felt sick… I had just pointed at my crotch to my childhood crush and my best friend's girl.

"You know, because of the wet bit… the dirty bit… the grass" I felt the blood rush to my face.

They looked at me wordlessly and I gave a half wave and quickly walked away. As soon as I was out of sight I mentally punched myself. "The wet bit!" I screamed. I shook my head harshly in an attempt to make the memory fall out. I was not successful.

I walked in to the locker room and the light flickered to life; I let my vision adjust just in time to see Derek in the corner.

I let out a scream that would have made a horror actress take notes.

"Why?" I yelled, throwing my hands up in frustration, "Don't you see that this stuff is 'rapey'!"

He didn't even bat an eyelid, he just looked at me.

I started feeling uncomfortable and the silence was making my apprehensive. "If you touch me I'll scream rape, I have a whistle" I patted myself down, "It's not on me right now but I'll still scream". I put my hands up in my best Ryu impression, getting ready to 'Hadoken' him in the nose.

Derek let a small smile break through. Nothing too noticeable, but that actually made it all the more human. I let my guard down and breathed out.

Derek looked me up and down then reached over and picked up one of the La Crosse shirts. He looked back around and threw it too me.

"What do you want me to do with this?" I asked, looking at it for some clue as to what he wanted.

Derek leant forwards just a little bit and whispered sarcastically, "You put it on. It's an item of clothing… I can draw you a diagram if you like"

I couldn't hide my confusion, "Why?"

"Well, Scott's sudden improvement at sports is drawing too much attention. I'm going to…."

"No, No, NO" I backed away from him, "You can get somebody else to chew on!" I pointed at him, "You Tarzan," and then tapped my chest, "Me Jane".

"Dammit, do you have to be so… you, all the time?" Derek growled. "I just want to show you a few tricks and techniques to help you with La Crosse so that you draw the attention away from Scott"

Was this guy on crack! "I don't even play; I'm the 'bench' guy"

"Yeah well we are going to remedy that. Or you'll die trying"

I gulped hard but he smiled and walked out of the locker room, sliding past the team as they piled in.

I didn't put the jersey on but followed him with it in my hand. We walked out onto the field and he threw me a la Crosse stick.

"Don't you need one?" I asked, looking around for a second stick.

"No. I'm just gonna show you a few techniques. I'll also show you how to take advantage of any weaknesses you witness whilst watching the team, and the opposition, play."

"Is that a wolf thing?"

"No, it's an eyes thing. I look through them. Am I gonna need to bring a doodle pad every time we talk?" He smiled but it was clear he was getting frustrated.

We spent the next few hours running drills, practicing plays and discussing the ways to beat the guys on the other team. Not enough to rival Scott, but enough to reduce the amount of attention he was getting.

After a few hours of him bumping up against me I noticed the warm sweat dripping from his exhausted body. I felt a lump in the base of my stomach and my dick stiffened in my boxers; I shook my head, again trying to push out a rogue thought but was once again unsuccessful.

I looked at him as a man for the first time since we had met and realised that he was fucking sexy; the way his arm muscles would pulsate every time he tried to block me. Then he bent over in front of me, preventing me from getting to the ball. The smell of his sweat hit my nostrils right as his ass pushed in to my groin. My dick went hard instantly.

Derek let out a deep breath, "Right, time to shower."

"Yep, you go ahead and I'll… get the equipment"

Derek looked around then back to me, "There's only that one stick?"

I looked at him without saying anything more. He stared for a moment and then finally just muttered 'fine' and turned to walk back to the locker room.

I could see car light in the distance and just stood for a moment, letting the cool breeze lick at my forehead as sweat cascaded down my face, neck and back. I shook myself off and ran to catch up. Derek was waiting at the door to the locker room and as I went to walk past, he blocked me.

"Is that all you have? We just spent all night training", he pushed me back, "Show me what you've got!"

I braced myself and slammed forwards but his enormous frame stopped me dead, resulting in me pushing face first against his chest. I pushed myself back off but could feel my dick twitching again and could almost taste his sweat on the air.

Derek smiled but this was no longer light hearted or coy, this was something else and my stomach leapt as his eyes ran over me. "You get that I am a werewolf right?" he asked.

I nodded but looked at him confused.

"I can smell you," he said.

I felt embarrassed right away, suddenly folding my arms across my chest to shield my armpits.

"No," he said, moving towards me so that he was mere centimetres away. "He pulled my arms apart, "I can smell you"

I started to flush again but the mix of nausea, confusion and excitement caused me to get hard again.

Derek moved closer again and whispered, "It's an animal thing." With that he turned, took his shirt off and walked round the corner to where the showers were.

I slowly walked over to my locker. Part of me wanted to run out of there, but part of me wanted to follow him round that corner, and that part was growing the more I thought about what might happen.