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Jackson's heart sped up looking at Derek's face. The man was all power and intimidation. All he wanted to do was run and hide, but he knew that there was no way he could outrun the older man.

"S-so what did you want to talk to me about?" Jackson asked, silently cursing himself for stuttering. Yes, Derek Hale was huge and intimidating and scary as hell, but he wasn't about to let anyone push him around.

Derek's smirk widened as he watched the teen try to compose himself. It was no use – Derek could smell the fear. He had to give the kid some credit though, not many people had the guts to stand up to him.

"I see you haven't gotten those scratches looked at yet," Derek said smoothly. "You know, it might scar."

Jackson took a breath. Somehow Derek made even the simplest of statements seem like a threat.

Remembering himself, Jackson squared his shoulders and tried not the let the fear show, or the other emotion that was currently coiling in the pit of his stomach. Jackson sure as hell didn't want to address that mess right now.

"Look, what I do or don't do is none of your business, so stay the hell away from me. I've seen you, you know; lurking. Standing on the sidelines watching. If you think you scare me, think again because you don't," Jackson said, feeling more confident with each word. Sure he was bluffing about that last part, but there was no way for Derek to know that.

Derek's eyes narrowed, though his smirk remained firmly in place. It was time he showed this kid just how much he knew.

"Let me tell you something Jackson; I know exactly how badly I scare you. I can hear the blood rushing through your veins. I can hear your heart pounding faster and faster. I can feel your breath hitch when I look at you. And I can smell your fear. Along with just a hint of something else. Although I have to admit that hint of something else is growing rapidly," Derek told Jackson, his voice deadly.

With a raised eyebrow, Derek looked down to just below Jackson's belt.

Jackson ducked his head and felt his face flush with embarrassment, even as his mind was reeling. How the hell could he know all that? Can he really smell how freaked out I am? And how the hell can he tell the tall, dark, and terrifying thing is turning me on? Even thinking the words was making him blush harder.

Finally Jackson lifted his head and looked Derek in the eye.

"And how the hell could you know all that?" Jackson challenged?

If it was even possible, Derek's smirk widened even more, though his tone remained stone cold.

"Because, those scratches on your neck – they make you mine."

Jackson stared, his forehead wrinkling as his head tilted to the side.

"What the fuck?"