** OK, so this is my first fic! If you have to choose between nice and honest - pick honest! Thanks 3
Disclaimer: Not mine, never going to be mine, just borrowing them.
Stepping out of the shower and swiping his hand across the condensation on his mirror, Derek thought that of course it would happen to him. Of course he would be stuck with quite possibly the whiniest kid in the state. Scott was always going on about something. Why did he have to be bitten by a werewolf; why did he have to be the one the alpha chose; why couldn't he just be with Allison? Honestly Derek thought that if he had to hear one more complaint from the kid, he'd join the damn alpha's side just to get a shot in.
At this point he actually would have preferred that Stiles had been bitten. Sure the geek was annoying but at least he wasn't some love-struck teenager obsessed with being first string and getting it on with his girlfriend. And Stiles was interested in knowing about werewolves and what Scott could do and how Scott could control the wolf.
And if it had been Stiles, he wouldn't have had to go looking for Scott when he had been shot by the Argent bitch and he wouldn't have met Jackson in the hallway and he wouldn't have scratched Jackson. And naturally while Derek was fucking dying, where was Scott? Oh right, off with his little girlfriend.
Yeah, Derek decided, I definitely would have preferred Stiles.
Derek finished drying himself off in the bathroom and made his way into his bedroom, the room that used to belong to his parents before they died. Living in the house was slowly driving him insane. Between trying to find out who the alpha is, helping Scott control his abilities, and avoiding the damn hunters, having flashes of the life he had before the fire coming at him from every direction was the last thing he needed.
Pulling on a pair of jeans and a black top, Derek strolled out of the room, down the stairs and out the front door into the afternoon sunlight. He bypassed his car and when straight for the woods, running as fast as he could, letting the world flash by him too quickly and thinking that this had to be the best high out there. Before he even realized where he had run to, he found himself at the edge of the forest that led out to the school's lacrosse field. Derek had been randomly showing up at the lacrosse practices for the last week, whether he meant to or not, and it was starting to wear thin on his patience's.
Not again. This is the last damn thing I need, Derek thought. He's all I can smell. If I don't fix this fast, the alpha will be able to jump me anytime he likes.
Focusing his scowl at the teenager who was currently occupying his thoughts, Derek let out at disgruntled growl. Knowing that it wasn't going to get any better until he talked to the jock, Derek made his way to the bleachers as the lacrosse practice ended. As the boy approached him, Derek stiffened and made sure he looked as intimidating as possible.
"What do you want?" The boy ground out.
Derek smirked. How cute, the kids trying to be brave.
The act wasn't working though – Derek could smell the fear all over the boy. He'd been able to smell it in the locker room too.
"Jackson, I think it's time you and I had a talk," Derek growled.
Jackson's eyes widened as he gulped.
Derek's smile was all wolf.
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