It's hard to distinguish reality from unconsciousness when you're asleep. How everything seems so real, but you have no muscles to feel what you see to be tangible. You're now the victim of your own mind, and you actually have no sense of control. Even in the most rational of minds, their eyes are the most deceiving. But your brain, that's the whole mastermind at hand. You see things and you can make it into whatever you own mind limit you to. The moment when your dreams takes a twist, and you try to take control, or even the time it's at it's best and you want to, the fall brings you back in. And you realize, that it too, isn't what it seems. You start another dream life back over, and your heart still beats out of your chest from the fall, but if the rate doesn't slow, then you my friend are going to endure something paraplegic. Everything changes, the the time comes where you finally fall of the edge of that cliff and see yourself falling nine point eight meters per second squared to the ground below. It's like when you're in the roller coaster and it's going up, you start to panic, and the adrenaline kicks in but you're stabilized, can't seem to move, then fear settles in. You start to go into shock, and the fall seems to last forever, but when the chair finally kicks over the last time, you know you've made it through the short trip of what the unconscious state dug for you. And in the end, it's gets you every time.
"Stiles. Stiles, wake up." I hear the voice begin to echoes through my head. I remember slowly where I am. I'm in my bed room. Derek is wrapped around me. "Stiles, it's time to get up." He says kissing the side of my forehead. Did this dude just put his lips to me this early? It's sweet, but I don't like it. "Stiles, c'mon, get up."
"I heard you the first time." I say annoyed to the werewolf encasing me in his arms. I open my eyes and the room is dimmed by the early morning light. I look at the digital clock and it's only 5:30 in the morning. Something has seriously gotten into his brain. I don't wake up this early. I wake up before school starts. Literally. "Alright. One, I can't move if you have me in your arms. Two, you have to go. Like now." I tell him. Derek gets up from the bed and head towards the window. I follow him out of the bed and go open the window for him. "Out." I tell him. Derek put his lycan ear out the window and listen to whatever it is he's looking for.
"Where's your Dad?" He asks.
"Work. Where else?" I tell him nonchalantly. He looks at me and sort of frowns. Derek is actually compatible to switch emotions, move facial muscles, and look like a sad puppy. He crosses his arms and I go back to the bed. "Close it when you leave." I say.
"I'm not."
"You woke me up at five in the fucking morning, dude! You're totally getting out." I tell him from under the pillow. Nobody wakes me up this early in the freaking morning just for school. Ill be glad when I go back to sleep; the torture that it is. I hear the strong force of wind blow against the window as it closes with a click. I close my eyes and continue to try and rest. I feel sort of sad because I just kicked him out of my room and through the window. I shouldn't and I'm not. I'm pissed. But I really should have let him by with a warning first, how would he possibly know. There's the feeling again; that I'm not me. But it's not the same as it was when one part of me dominated the rest and pushed my will to the side. It's like the thoughts and feelings are coming from a different mind, other than my own. My nose begin to flare up and the corner of my are eyes are stinging like when I'm about to cry. I reach my hand up to my eyes and see if there is any perspiration ready to come from the pours, but it's completely dry. I let out a huge huff of breath and start kicking the covers. I start to feel pessimistic and I haven't taken my adderall yet, then the same notion that tells me it isn't coming from me. That fucker is sad cause I kick him out of bed, why God? "Why the freaking bond!" I scream out kicking the covers and blankets and the pillows from me. The carpet starts to crunch and the steps are quickly faded away being turned into someone entering my bed. That bastard, when I thought he left.
"We can't have our mates dying on us, now can we?" He says getting back under the covers. "Stiles, sorry." You sick bastard.
"You did this!" I scream turning around. "I can't believe you actually made me feel that. You have some sick traumatized mind don't you? Gugh!" I said kicking him out of my bed. His head goes 'umph' as it hits the adjacent wall, and he stands up quickly, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I want you to leave." I told Derek. It was half-heartedly, but still. I want him to be out of my sight, personal space. Hell, the city's proximity. I don't know if he can feel what I am, but if it's at least the weakest of what I'm thinking, he should be gone. I get up from the bed, heading out of the room. I go down the hall to the bathroom and open the medicine cabnit. I rattle the tube that has orange capsules and I shake one into my hand. I stare at it closely and focus on the numbers that are embedded. The way how the little whatever balls in the capsule roll over each other as I tilt it from side to side. I close my hand and put the bottle back inside, and close the medicine cabinet. I start to believe that I am bipolar too. I close the bathroom door on my way out and jog down the stairs when I pass by my room. I head into the kitchen putting the pill into my mouth and chugging down some milk. I look to the table where I usually see cluttered papers, but I don't. I close the fridge and head back upstairs. I see Derek made his way back into the covers when I reenter my bedroom.
"You shouldn't take pills, Stiles." Derek says when I lie back down.
"It's medicinal, ill be alright... Sooner or later." I tell him when I put my head under the pillow.
"Don't smother yourself," he says removing the pillow, "you should be getting ready for school."
"I will. Later." I say calmly. I think the adderall is working now. "Let me, just sleep." Then he lies still and quiet. Profoundly I'm surprised. How could he do this? Be so discrete and in between the lines? I wonder what he did when he was gone. How he couldn't be next to me all of the time. The feeling of the butterflies in my stomach begin to flutter. "Derek?" I ask.
"Hmm? I thought you were sleeping." He says.
"How did you do it?" I ask him. How did he honestly go cold turkey? Shouldn't he have help with that? I know by now that every piece of crap need help going cold turkey. And even someone like him. He may have other werewolves he know that might have help. I doubt if he did, he would've asked for help. "How did you cope without help? Without... Anything."
"Without... You?" He asks. I turn to face him. I nod twice, and after what seems to be a century, he finally opens his eyes. "Well, first, I took your drawers. And you know, masturbated. A lot to the scent. I needed something to keep the wolf at bay." I couldn't help but to laugh a little at his struggle trying to get over spitting it out. He smiled curt, "And I guess I just remembered every thought of the tyrant personality you have. And I told you to feel, so that way I would know how you were. How at every moment, the perfect abomination that you are, even with the distance, the part of you that would longed for me, subconsciously or not, would still keep the bond tight between us. I tried to control my part, and I had to at least try so it could at least fade... I guess I wrong with that part." He face goes dull and he move his eyes away from mine. "I dread the torture I put myself through everyday. Put you through when I left. And I swear Stiles, I would never ever in my existence, ever put you through something like that again.
"Like when I was gone, all I thought was about you. I was in the wilderness, full blown alpha, letting everything drown away, everything I thought of, was tied back to you. Indefinitely you were always there. I held back any emotion on your behalf. I did nothing in all while I was away. Escaping really. Truth is, I just wanted to come back from the Northwest Territory. Come back to you. I tried coping without you. But I couldn't. I felt myself dying everyday. Stiles, I know I haven't known you for as long as ever, but I love you."
"Derek." I say speechless. I don't know what say. What do I say to a confession like this? What do I do? I couldn't comprehend at first, but its because he loves me. Derek freaking Hale loves me. His mate. Of course he would eventually from the research I did, but not so soon. This cannot be happening. How could this even be possible. "You were dying. Down in the cellar, weren't you?" He nods. I don't understand, why all these irrationalities for nothing? "Why? Why, Derek? Why didn't let yourself heal? Was it cause of me?" For a while Derek didn't answer. He cleared his throat somewhere in between and the only movements he made were the blink of his eyelids.
"For the most, yes. Stiles, I have to learn from my mistakes, and if takes my life then so be it. I know ill die trying."
"So what you're saying is I'm just a piece of crap you can leave behind just so you can learn? Oh good, there it goes." I say nonchalant.
"No, not in that sense. I didn't heal because I had to treat myself to what you've went through and what I've caused. Stiles, I have to know what it feels like. That's my punishment."
"No. You don't. You've been through so much already, it isn't logical to do so. You don't have to be in my exact moment to figure out and understand what it's like to be me. Derek, you have to wait. Things like this happen over time. Gradually dude." God Derek needs help in understanding. He is so stubborn.
"Ok." He says nodding. "But like during the whole time I was away, Stiles, everything tied back to you. And I regret what I had put you through. It was all unintentional. Stiles, it's like whenever I tried to get you out of mind, I felt myself dying away in the Northwest. I couldn't do it to you. I hoped if I died trying, the bond would have already be fresh still to break." The lycan admits. He's willing to die; over something impossible to ignore. How thick skulled could he be. Irrationalites his mind comes up with is ricdulousness. And should I even be feeling as calm as I am now? It's like the feeling from before. Balanced. "But I couldn't do it, I inched my way back to you with everything you felt. It gave me serenity and time to think things over between us. I knew then when I felt everything, it wouldn't work. Stiles, I didn't mean to get you put in this mess when I came back... I don't know if you know yet, but there's a storm brewing..." He says. I don't know if I should be scared or not. I gulp, and nod. I wonder how it would end. Indefinitely I'm in trouble no matter how it plays out. "And I swear Stiles, I'm not gonna let you get hurt because of me. I..." The older lycan pauses trying to find something to say. I know what he's trying to blurt out, and the way his body tenses up this time and it couldn't be any clearer that he wasn't acting on instinct anymore. He let's out a deep breath and his muscles relax. "What I'm trying to say is, Stiles. I... Love you." And there it goes. Again. What do I do? What do I say? I don't know how to react to this. I can't just rush into this. I'm still 17, too young for all of this. Deep down it's there, but it's imperfect to even think of bringing it up so soon. The only love that I have really is for my Dad and Scott. No, had for Scott. What I had for Scott. "Ill be at a clear understanding if you cant reciprocate just yet, Stiles." He says. And I look into his grey eyes. There's nothing more in his eyes than just to be longed for back. I longed for Derek for months. I move in closer to him, and I peck on his lips.
"That was a nice talk." I speak up. He smiles and puts a pillow back over my head.
"Shut it."
"Can I ask you a question?" Technically that was a question but he's dumb so it don't matter that much.
"Yeah, ask away babe." Babe? Really? You have to be kidding, but right now that's besides the point.
"I'm not myself, really? Am I?" I ask him from under the pillow. It was mumbled, but I'm sure he heard me pretty well.
"Yes and no. There's medicinal Stiles and the wolf Stiles." He said. "I can't really explain much 'cept they can't co-exist. I'm sorry."
"For what, Derek! You have to stop blaming yourself for everything." I scream. I grab a pillow and start hitting him in the face with it. I get out of bed and lie on the floor. He continues to bash himself over idiotic things that aren't in his hands. "... So a part of me have to die? Cause I'm pretty sure the wolf is gonna rip me to shreds. And where does the wolf come in at? I'm not even a bitten... How do stay sane?"
"It doesn't have to. They can merge into one. Simple story short, every wolf has a destined mate. If they find the person. In this case, an alpha needs another alpha. You're an alpha, Stiles, I don't know if you've realized it or not." Cool. That means I don't bottom. I anticipate the day when I get to- "No Stiles, not that way. Is all you think about is sex?" He asks peering over the edge of the bed. This bonding thing is creepy at times. His grey eyes are perfect. He ruffled hair and the way it's messy and the wide broad shoulders his head sit upon. "The only way to keep a clear mind is me. I'm you kryptonite of some sort and your power source... I don't know it's complicated."
"No, I think about, a lot. And when I thought man was it's on destruction you came in."
"Yes, you need me. We're not supposed to deny our mates, Stiles." Well you denied me when you left. I needed answers. And now is he wrong time to be
"Why didn't you try to hook up with some girl. I know you could've." I told him. He shakes his head no.
"No, I couldn't. It isn't that simple. -"
"I got a freaking vampire, and you're telling me it's not simple?"
"Stiles, it isn't. In case you didn't know, I'm a freaking alpha wolf!" He yells from above me. I look at the clock and it's almost seven. Wow time flies, it doesn't even seem like we've talked that much.
"Excuses, excuses." I tell him getting up. "Enough with the sap blah blah, make my bed before you leave."
"Where're you going?"
"Shower. I have school. Remember?" I tell him. I go to my dresser and look through it. I grab some boxers and a black tank. I go out the door and walk to the bathroom again. I bend to turn the water nobs and I lean up and adjust the shower head. I brush my teeth as the water runs. Seconds pass before Derek comes into view. I spit out the tooth paste, rinse, and drop my drawers. I let Derek see my whole back side before I step in. Going under the warm water, I scrape over my head and let the water run down me. I keep my head down and put my hand on the back of my neck and turn when the shower curtain is opened. "Yeah?" Derek answers stepping in and now my back is against the cold tiled wall. The water is bouncing off his strong shoulders and he's breathing hard, pressed against me. I feel the soft lump of his length hidden behind the thin fabric. "Would you like to take them off now? Remember Miguel couldn't fit my clothes..." He nods slowly, staring intently. Not breaking his gaze he is able to slip the boxers off and throw them over his shoulder out of the shower. I couldn't help but laugh and bang my head lightly against the tile. Derek let's out a small chuckle and rests his head in the crook of my neck. In the moment he pulled me against him, holding me tight and scrubs the spongey ball thing over back. "Let me go after your finished with my back." He moves his head and looks directly at me.
"Why?" He questions.
"Uhmmmmmmmmmm, I don't know maybe cause your thingy, is, uh pressed against me." I laugh out. He releases me and let me bathe myself. I maneuver around him and rinse the suds off my body. He watches as I rinse away and I can tell he's amused by the smirk on his face. I step closer to Derek, letting the water hit my back, and grab onto his glutes. His smirk grows and I squeeze the globes more.
"Hm, finally." And I thought I was the one who always think sex. He wraps his arms around me, grabbing me tight. He kisses my cheek and goes down to my neck. He begins to nibble and suck tight on a spot that has my feelings going crazy. "Trust the instinct." He says. I relax and let my body finish what I want to say. I want to go there, but not to much. My hands releases his cheeks and go straight to my side. They move forward and touch his knees slowly going up caressing the slightly hairy thighs and grabbing his member. It quickly hardens and I start to stroke it. Derek shudders and stop.
"Stiles! Stiles! Where are you?" I hear my Dad yell. "You up yet?"
"Yep! In the shower!" I boom out of the bathroom.
"Hurry up," he says standing outside the door, "we need to seriously talk."
"I'm coming." I tell him. I listen closely as his footsteps fade away and look back at Derek who's grinning like a pervert. "What-"
"That's what he said." He laughs out.
"That's what she said." Turning off the water I step out of the shower and grab a towel. I quickly wrap the towel around my waist and watch Derek stand there glaring at me.
"Really? Are you serious?"
"Yes, I have school. No time to be playing around." I said looking down at his semi-erect length. God if my Dad hadn't showed up. "Taking things slow."
"See, what I'm trying to say is that, I got it wrong. I was confused. I'm so, so sorry. Can we still be friends, lik, erm, we were before the kissing?" I ask Sam. I decided to break things off finally with him. I couldn't let things get an any more of a mess than it is now. The werewolves, vampires, the everything in between. Dad busted my chops for skipping out detention, now I have to do two weeks plus Saturday detention with the freaking Principle. Insisting ever so kindly I do in fact so, have to let Scott Love Struck McCall, ride in my Betsy Babe after school over to Derek place. I stand here in front of locker 1309 waiting for Sam to say something back. He might be completely shell shocked or freaking surprise that right after he laid his lips on mine I pushed him off and broke his little itty witty black heart probably. He stares down looking for something to say and I start to feel dizzy and my sight begins stigmitting. I breathe in a large breath and taste my surrounding which is disgusting but instantly goes away. A smell that's similar to Sams is lingering on the soft tissue inside my flaring nose. "Do you smell that?"
"Huh?" He says. Then there it is again, the indescribable scent. The doors, this time, let in a guy sided with some regulars on the side of him. He's out of place. A little bit ahead of his time. He smiles once he sets eyes on me or Sam, or something close in our general area. He's looks around his late twenties early thirties. He's dressed like what people would wear when they wouldn't know what to wear. He reminds me of the dude from the movie who had to take care of his best friends kid when he died. He's just really look like a mixture of Tom Cruise and Brad Pitt. Just weird.
"Sam, forget that. Friends? What do you say, buddy ole pal?" I punch him in the shoulder slightly, and he just fakes a smile and shrug.
"Yeah Samuel, you heard the kid. Kick rocks, get lost! What a little loser." Said he. The guy who came in through the door down the hall. When he steps aside to Sam and throws his arm over his shoulder I begin to feel more woozy and confused. His accent is really hard to understand, and he's like a complete ass. I step back slowly trying to get my balance. "Hey mate, the names Jeremy. Yours?" He holds out his left hand which seems odd, and Sam puts this Jeremy guy hand down. "Or not, so Samuel, you can go now. The kid has a specific other."
"Can you shut it, please?" I ask almost drained out. "God your accent is so ugly. Sam, I'm really so-"
"Hey Stiles, everything fine?" Scott asks walking up from behind me. My equilibrium is going off and if I'm not swaying back and forth now, I will be. The smells coming in from everything now and it's overbearing. I attempt to nod my head, and then so walk away. Scott deliberately follows and when I turn the corner I sit down against the wall. Scott stares down at me and perks his ear up and listens to something. I really don't know what's happening. I peek around the corner and the Jeremy dude has Sam all against the locker. Sam threatens him and Jeremy fixes his composure and walks off. "What did they want with you?" I shrug and sprawl out in the middle of the hallway and people stare creeped out as usual. They step over me and Scott sits crossed leg next to me. "He said he almost had you, all he needed was more time from that Jeremy kid."
"I don't know. I was trying to break things off with him, but then I started to feel woozy. And I'm so confused right now."
"Was the other a vamp, too?"
"A little louder, Scott. I don't think the whole hallway heard you." I stare at the ceiling light as it makes me see things that are creepy and hurts my eyes. Next I'm being dragged across the floor by my arms. Scott pulls me into an empty class room and sits me up. He looks at me and let me go almost immediately. "What now?" I ask him.
"Tell me."
"I don't freaking know wolf boy!" The bell rings through the school, and I eye Scott down. I attempt to brush past him and make my way to class but he holds a tight grip on my arm. When I'm not out the door I look down at his hand, clasped around my arm like iron sealing they feel like, and glare into his boring eyes.
"Not before you tell me, Stiles. I need to know. We can't handle to many of them and especially if they pose as freaking high school students." He says. The way he's questioning me isn't the informative type to be recorded. It's like with the Argents. They take in the information they use to hunt and kill. And missing students would raise too much attention if a handful of students suddenly disappear. There's no way that Derek would do that. The pressure of blood that has be rising in my upper arm brings me back to reality. Scott hand is still tight and stopping the flow. I look into his eyes and they go blank.
"Let me go, Scott." He stares at me and they go back to normal. He still has me here and my arm feel like it's going to bust and my hand is going numb. "Let me go, Sott, now." His eyes dialate and his arm retreats to his side. I pick up my bag and walk out. "The hell is wrong with him," I think aloud and walk to class. After turning a few corners and up a flight of stairs, I finally make it to AP Chem., and I take my rightful seat in the back. Danny looks worried and stress out. He glances around and continues to check his phone. More people enter class including Sam and Scott. I get up and move to sit across from Danny when Sam and Scott exchange feral glances. I knew sooner or later this would happen. Danny bite the corner of his lip and look at the door waiting for Jackson. He stares at me and doesn't say anything. He check his phone that has been going viral but doesn't do anything except for putting it back into his pocket. "I take it Jackson hasn't responded to anything you've thrown at him, huh?" I blurt out accidentally. It's obvious that's whom he's stressing over. Danny nods slightly and I look at the head of the class. I guess he knows I know about him and Reverend Dimmesdale. But I'm not going to all Chillingworth and torture the guy. Though it would be nice to get a verbal confession out of him.
Surprisingly Danny allows me to walk him to his next class. We barely talked through first period, but I guess you really can't say 'no' to someone who follows you anyway. I walk Danny all the way to Gym and make a U turn when the bell goes off. On my way to class I feel the hairs on my neck stand up. I look around and the hallway that is dissipating into nothingness. I continue the stroll all over this wing and begin to walk faster. I turn to see behind me and I don't see anyone. I stop where I am as I hear a door begin to creak open or close, I walk slower down the hallway and finally recognize I'm in doom when I walked pass the open janitors closet. I yanked back and thrown against the wall inside the small confined space. Its blacked out in here but I can see the dark parts of somebody moving. They yank down the string and the light flickers on. It's the creepy Jeremy dude from earlier. He starts to smile wickedly and locks the door in a quick movement and start to advance on me. I push him back against the wall and I take the broom that's super wide and hold it up against his neck. "What the hell, man!" I scream at him. I put my foot in the yellow mustard bucket and I kick him in the groin and he hunches over. I unlock the door and bolt out. I run down the hall almost sliding over when I hit the corner of the adjacent hallway. I hear the door slam and I pick up my pace. Before I could make it to the class, there was a blur in my periphial and I hit a stone figure in front of me. It wasn't more so of stone, but his body was really stiff. This only means that Jeremy wasn't able to walk into school, he had to sneak his way in. He looks nothing like Sam, agely speaking. Knowing that they stay forever young, I just didn't expect one to be so old when his type was turned into this monster. He makes a 'tsk' noise with his mouth and I fall back upon my palms. He picks me up by the collars of my shirt and throws me against the wall.
"Now why do you have to be mean," he says holding me up. "I just wanted to talk." I hoped for someone to help me down from this high that I'm escalated to and kill this bastard but I'm all alone. I try to conjure up all of the anger I have and grab him by the wrist. I clenched hard enough that his arms were separating from the center of my body. I felt my toes touch the ground and I kicked him in the groin again. He released me and I fell easily to my feet. I kicked him the stomach. I launch a strike to his back with the bottom of my forearms and he falls to the ground. I look down at him and go pick up my book bag from the wall and run a few doors down and enter class. I take it everyone is portraying to pay attention when I walk in cause it's just regular Stilinski and everyone loves History. The two pairs of gazing and worrying eyes I'm forced to seat between are drilling holes into me as if I'm some prize at the carnival. My day should not be starting like this.
The constant ticking and the slow movement of the clock hands are so antagonizing and cruel and unusual punishment. Seconds go by slower than molasses in freaking January and what turns to be a full minutes seems like a decade. The minutes that just passed strikes another hour I've been in this cell of a classroom. I drop my head and sigh oh so loudly to make the issuer of this detention feel my pain or whatever. This day should not be like this. After all the silent treatment from everyone and avoiding the whole student body on high alert for any sort of danger. All day I've been on loner status besides lunch when I sat with Danny. It was weird cause today he didn't really sit his usual group of friends. I've never seen him this worried about Jackson before. This whole thing makes since now. Jackson is probably afraid to show his face since I outed him last Friday for blowing Danny off. I didn't actually know this for a fact, but it was about accurate by the way they both reacted. I look up when I see Mr. Harris packing his things into his brief case and getting ready to leave. "You can leave now," he says looking over his glasses that aren't pushed up on his face. "Your Dad wanted two hours a day, I said three will do just fine." He smile wicked.
"You didn't give me detention, how can you extend something that isn't yours?" I snap at Adrian. The compulsive idiotic fool he is.
"Because every Tues-, Wends- and Friday, I hold detention for you delinquent children." He says walking out of the class. This could not be fair. I quickly stack my books and cram my notebooks inside my book bag and rush out of class. I run towards my locker and push everything in it. I don't know if Sam got the creep on a leash or not so I'm out of this place. I rush through the hallways, through the corridor, and out the main doors. I accelerate pass Scott and go towards my jeep. I hear Scott and his lacrosse gear tailing behind me and I don't stop until I'm finally in. Scott somehow finds his way in and throws his stuff in the back. I look at him and he just stares back. I focus and clear my mind trying to get my priorities straight. I drive out of the school lot and make way towards the Hale property. When we make it to Derek house, the last bit of the construction people or whatever are leaving. I pull in behind the Camaro and see a bruise that Scott caused earlier when I take out the keys. Before I got out I grabbed a jacket and pulled it on getting out. I look over to Scott who's almost at the house and I begin the slow walk. Derek emerges from the door and gallops down the steps with a quick short rhythm. He nods at Scott who nods back and he continues to walk barefoot towards me. Scott takes a seat and Derek continues to me I guess. When he's finally in front of me, Derek places his hands on my waist and leans down to kiss me. He swipes his tongue across my bottom and I part my lips slightly. His tongue clash against mine for a minute or so and he retreats. "Hey babe. How's your day?" He speaks. I shrug in response and walk to the porch. I don't know when things became so casual for us. Scott gets up and take off his hoodie. Contemplating whether Derek should know about the bruise or not runs through my mind. It would be nice to see Scott get dragged all over since I'm willing not to stop them two. "You've been anxious all day, haven't you?" Derek asks.
"See, I still don't understand you two. After all that you do." Scott speaks up. Scott doesn't makes sense with his moron ass. He's just too idiotic to figure anything out. He's probably mated to Allison and doesn't realize it. Or he's just crazed over her and his mate isn't her.
"You aren't meant supposed to." Derek tells him sternly. He looks at me and go back to Scott. "Why're you guys late." I look up from the wood below my face and put up my index finger.
"One word. Adrianfreakingharris."
"But of course. Anyway, we'll deal with him later." Derek says. Derek speaks more stern now. What's up with that. Maybe cause Scott's here. I wonder if I had him a room to myself if he'll play nice. Patrioticly Scott begins to consult with Derek about the new vampire in town. Jeremy. I wonder how they're gonna kill them. Scott starts to inform them he over heard them talking and that Sam almost had me. Derek eyes questioningly bores into me and I get up.
"All right. I think that's enough, Scott," I tell him. "You really need to sniff more up into Allison and stay out of my business."
"Stiles." Derek begins to growl. I don't actually like this Derek that's all hard core towards me.
"I think I handled myself pretty well when he tried to get me, there isn't a need to kill them. Just the creep, but not yet though, he has some ties to Sam that I doubt."
"Absolutely not." Derek snarls.
"Oh yeah?," Scott begins to add, "You had Jeremiah pretty well when he had you choked up against the wall." So he did hear everything that happened. What stopped him from coming? Not that I needed some super strength help. Scott is really agitating my nerves right now.
"I actually did. If I would have had a stake I would have done the job for you two. You know you can't go around killing people who are 'students', ya know!" I scream. Alpha wolf begins to pinch the bridge of his nose which is only when he's really annoyed. "And if you knew this, why didn't you come to help?" Scott shrugs nonchalantly.
"Cause ye who said I actually handle myself pretty well."
"Derek we need to talk." I say ignoring Scott.
"Not now." I roll up the jacket sleeve and begin to get the bus going at 100 mph. Scott's getting thrown under the bus completely. Pack my ass.
"Derek! Look at what SCOTT did to me! Little old me!" I yelled revealing my arm. Derek eyes go from unclenched to a glaring crimson red once they see the purplish blue bruise growing on my arm. His head slowly turns back to Scott who's backing away slowly. A growl starts to come from Derek and I know I have Scott in check mate.
Heya, uh if there were any errors and some parts didn't make since, a thousand apologies. Freaking BlackBerry messed up my writing; Grrr. -_-
Anywho: "Hey, you just read it, and this is crazy, but here it's finished, so review maybe?" LOL. :DDD