Chapter three:
Walking through the woods with heels on is not fun. Especially when it's with two boys who couldn't care less about you getting mud all over your nice shoes. I'm on Stiles back, and we are crossing a brook towards where we were last night. We're trying to find Scott's inhaler, which he lost last night. Plus Stiles wants to see the body. We're talking about how Scott had done what he done today in practice.
"It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball," Scott explains, as Stiles steps on a stone to get us across the water. "I can see better, hear better, smell things I shouldn't be able to smell."
"Like what?" Stiles asks. We get over the brook, and he basically drops me to the ground before carrying on walking after Scott. I am about to yell at him, but I stop myself. I'm still cranky...count to ten...nine...eight...seven...six...five...four...three..two...one. Mom always told me to do that when I got angry. Or pissed.
"Like the mint mojito gum in your pocket," Scott offers. Stiles searches his pockets and produces a piece of mint mojito gum. "Or the strawberry lip gloss June is wearing."
Stiles whips his head around to me. "You wear lip gloss? The strawberry kind?"
I shrug. "It smells and tastes nice."
"You eat your lip gloss? Ew. That's disgusting." Stiles cringes away from me. "That's touched your lips!"
I roll my eyes. "Says the boy who ate his own bogeys in fifth grade. Ew. That's disgusting," I mock, and he pushes me slight, which made me waver on my heels.
"You know, I've heard of this," Stiles says, pocketing his hands. "About the bite infecting you and everything. Not June mocking me."
"Really?" Scott asks.
"Yeah, it's called lycanthropy," Stiles says. Oh, this is one mean joke. I'm biting my lip so hard to stop myself from laughing.
"What's that is it bad?" Scott is oblivious.
"Yeah, and it only happens once every full moon." Stiles and I start howling like wolves until he slaps me in the arm.
"That is abuse! And I am supposed to be one that inflicts pain on you, not the other way around!" I exclaim to him, flicking his head. "Asshole." I link my pale, skinny arm with his muscley russet arm. "Come on, bro. We're just pulling your leg."
"Yeah, it's not like its true," Stiles says.
"Seriously, guys, there could be something seriously wrong with me!" Scott starts to freak out.
"Scott, listen to me." I grab his chin so he is looking at me with his lips like a fish's. "Grow a pair of balls and man up. You got bitten by an animal. You're fine, just adrenaline. Now quit freaking out like a sissy and show us where exactly you dropped your inhaler."
"It was right here," Scott says, pointing to the ground. "The deer came, I freaked out and dropped my inhaler, and then found the body before I got bitten."
He crouches to the ground and starts searching through the leaves. I just stand there looking pretty, and look up at the sky through the small cracks the tall trees made. I happily chuckle when I see a bird fly to it's nest, and this causes only Stiles to look up.
"Really?" He says. "Why are you suddenly chuckling as if you're Miss Sunshine?"
I roll my eyes. "Am I allowed to be happy? Or is that illegal?"
"Its not here," Scott speaks up from his crouching position on the ground.
"Maybe the killer moved it," I offer.
"I hope he or she left my inhaler. Those things cost like 80 bucks," Scott says, and continues searching while Stiles and I stand watching him. I pause when I see Mr. Dangerous Sexy Man standing right in front of us, staring at us. Stiles sees to, and hits Scott on the shoulder to get his attention. He stands also when he sees Derek standing there.
He walks forward in a weird way, but it's sexy. Its a like a, 'I'm sexy and I know it' walk. I chuckle, which causes him to shift his eyes from my friends and to me. Well, he glares at me. I just smile sweetly, and innocently, back at him. Stiles and Scott, however, look like they are about to shit themselves. I chuckle again, which causes them to look at me and glare. Can people stop glaring at me? It's hurting my feelings.
"What are you doing here?" DSM (Dangerous Sexy Man) continues, "This is private property."
Oh, DSM, you do not know how sexy you are even though you did the walk. His scrumptious eyes glance over to me before glaring coldly at my buds. Nommm, that glare...
Cut it out, June, My mind told me sternly.
I don't want to, he is so yummy, I argue with my mind.
You'll do something you'll regret, my mind says again.
You're crazy.
Says the one who's arguing with herself. Jeez.
Go make someone else crazy, then.
Bitch, please.
"Sorry, we were looking for something, but forget it..." Scott's husky voice cut off my crazy weird argument with myself.
Derek rolls his eyes before fishing in his pockets. He produces Scott's inhaler, throws it at him, gives me one more look with those sexy eyes of his, before retreating slowly away... Scott and Stiles are too busy conversing to realise I snuck after him. I catch his arm right before he goes in to the burnt, charred house.
"What did I say?" He asks, turning. I'm still holding on to his forearm. I'm so tempt to just squeeze gently...to feel his arm muscles. But he pulls away before I can tighten my hold.
"This is private property," I answer, in a bored tone. "I want to thank you."
"For what?" His voice is terribly sexy with that hard, cold, deep voice of his.
"For saving me." I can't stop myself there, I just have to go and ruin the sort of civil conversation we are having, "When somebody thanks you, you usually say you're welcome."
He looks displeased as he glares and clenches his jaw. "You're welcome."
My heart starts to beat double time in my chest, pounding against my rib cage. DSM walks towards me, almost in a 'I'm the predator, you're my prey, bitch' way. It made him so much more sexy.
"That's all I want," I manage to choke out.
He rolls his perfectly green eyes at me. "No, it's not."
"It's not? How do you know? Are you psychic or something now?"
"No." He steps forward some more. "You want to know what happened to your friend."
"I think everybody does, including him." I step forwards, my heart beat crazy and so fast, I'm sure Derek can hear it. I try to calm it down, but it's him. Having him so close. It's doing things to me. I crane my neck to see his face as he is really tall and I'm short, and I see that he's just looking at me. "Could you answer me if I asked?"
He thinks for a moment, or I think he thinks, but he's probably pretending just to piss me off. He then steps forward. I feel like my heart has burst. Our chests are touching, his rock hard chest is touching mine. I find out that i come just below his chin. I look up at him. Other parts of me are tingling. I am pretty sure he can feel my heart beating so fast through our chests touching.
"No." My smile, which I didn't know about, fell. "You can figure it out on your own."
I cross my arms across my chest and glare up at him. "So you do know, just you aren't going to tell me?"
He nods. "Yeah."
"Clue?"
"No."
"Jackass."
A ghost of a smile appears on his lips as he steps back just as Scott and Stiles show up at the edge of the forest near Derek's house. I glare at Derek, but it's a playful glare, before I turn on my heel and walk off. Conversation over. As I reach Scott and Stiles, they both look at Derek's door, before at me.
"What?" I ask innocently.
"That's Derek Hale you just talk to," Stiles says.
I roll my eyes. "Thanks for pointing out the bleeding obvious, Stiles." I jerk my thumb back to the door. "He's the one that saved me anyway."
"Saved you?" Scott asks.
"Yeah, he was my knight in shine armour, or leather in is case. He sheltered me while I was unconscious," I say, looking at them. "He was the one in the black sports car that you pulled up behind."
"Let's go, guys. I'm gonna be late for work. And this is private property," Scott says, showing me the time.
I nod. "Let's go." I reluctantly walk away from DSM and his house.
And not many people can say they go for jogs at eleven at night in the woods. I can, because I'm on one right now. I had to clear my heads and I couldn't stop myself from putting on the joggers, the trainers, the hoodie. My phone is playing music, not that I am really pay any attention to it, music from Nirvana bursting through my head phones. I run past the Hale house, not giving it a second glance as I carry on swiftly through the night. I lean against a tree to catch my breath, taking the headphones out of my ears for a second.
Suddenly, there's something blowing on the top of my head as I'm bending down to do my shoelaces. I know, that this time, it's not Derek. This thing's feet are crummy, and wolf like feet. I stay really still before it drags me up from where I am so I am face to face with it. It's bright red, devil eyes look into my grey ones, and its teeth in front of my face. I turn my head away from the smell, since it smells gross, just as it brings its nail and lightly traces down my neck. If this wasn't an animal doing that, I probably would have laughed.
Suddenly, there's a sharp pain in my arm, and I look down to see it has stuck its nails in my arm, before removing them and running off. The wounds look like five holes in my arm, and it hurts like a bitch. Then a twig snapped. My head suddenly snaps up to the noise, but all I see is DSM coming towards me, glowering at me like I've done something wrong.
"Hi," I squeak. He has the more non sexy serious look going on.
"Why are you out here so late? When it's dark its dangerous," He warns me.
I roll my eyes. "I am jogging. You know, that thing people do to keep fit or process thoughts."
"It's dangerous out. Why not process them in the shower?" He asks.
"How was I supposed to know?"
He opens his mouth to retaliate, but the rain cuts him off. Suddenly, there's thunder and lighting and we are running back to his house. I am dripping wet, and shivering from the cold. He looks unaffected, but the fabric of his dark grey t-shirt is clinging to him and making him look so hot.
"I have a shirt you could borrow." He speaks quietly, but I hear him and just nod. He's back soon with dry clothes of his own on, and a dark long sleeve grey top in his hand.
"T-thank y-you."
"No problem."
"Could you turn around?"
He sighs, and turns around. I sigh as I take off my wet t-shirt and hoodie, and struggle to get my joggers off, but I do. I place his top on over just my bra and underwear, before tapping his shoulder. I settle on the couch, as he settles against the wall opposite...and its us...alone...in his house...riding out the storm...