The Downpour

Cellular Wonders. [Chapter Four]

Takes place in Season One, Episode Three (Pack Mentality) of MTV's Teen Wolf.

Sorry that this is a short one, Chapter Three and this chapter were originally combined but I split them up due to my lack of editing on this half. And before I let you all go and read this, ridiculously short chapter, I want to say a massive THANK YOU! To the two people who reviewed the last chapter, it put a missive smile on my face and gave me loads of motivation, so keep the reviews coming!

Why is the Sheriff's Department at your school? – Derek. I rolled my eyes, wondering exactly how Derek had managed to retrieve my number and how he knew the police were investigating a torn up school bus painted with blood on the inside. Well, maybe he didn't know about the school, or he wouldn't have asked but he knew something was up and that, to me, is slightly creepy. But, Derek's a creepy guy so he most likely has creepy activities. Something happened in a school bus, I think. How the hell do you have my number anyway? You've created an entire new level of creeper Hale…

"Miss Evans, could you possibly tell me the answer?" Mrs Lewis snipped, glaring at me with her evil, grey eyes.

"Jesus." I smiled, mentally cursing at Mrs Lewis. God, I hate that teacher. "Jesus, our Christ and saviour, is always the answer." A low rumble of chuckles and the occasional high pitched giggle passed its way around the room.

"We are in Art class, Miss Evans. Not religious studies. And, correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't you an atheist?"

"I prefer the term religiously confused. Personally, I blame it on the shitty teachers. But that's just me."

"Outside this classroom. Now." She snapped, glaring at me furiously. I grinned, stuffing my phone in my pocket and slipping out the classroom silently.

"I got sent out of class for you Hale!" I whispered furiously, when he picked up my call.

"I didn't ask you to text back, texts don't have a limited time that you can read them." He drawled from the other end.

"But the anticipation was eating me away. I tried, honest."

"You replied within three minutes, you obviously didn't try hard enough."

"Well, I didn't actually know who it was."

"I put my name at the end."

"I know that you turnip-"

"Did you just call me a turnip?" I could imagine his eyebrows practically up at his hair line as he awaited my answer and thought I was everything under the category of strange.

"Yes, I did."

"Oops, sorry about that." He muttered.

"You didn't do anything?"

"Nothing that you can see, but I just accidently found your underwear drawer." Most people would've said this in a bashful tone; I mean you just found items of clothing that you place over your purposely hidden parts that give you pleasure in sexual activities, but not Derek Hale. Oh no, he said it like it came up in everyday conversation topics.

"Oh well, it was about time someone- are you in my house?"

"Yes." He deadpanned.

"You know that new level of creepy I said in my text earlier? Yeah, I don't even think the definition of creep can cover what you're doing. Why are you there anyway?"

"I needed a place to shower." He said in a 'duh' tone as if it would be completely obvious, newsflash for him; it fucking isn't.

"So you decided to shower in my house in my bathroom? That's lovely; permission would be appreciated next time though. What are you looking for anyway? You'd be much quicker at finding whatever it is you're looking for if I just told you."

"I'm looking for a towel."

"Oh, they're in kitchen cupboard. So you haven't showered yet? You better hurry; my dad goes home for lunch which is in like half an hour."

"I've already showered, that's why I'm looking for a towel." Oh my fucking god.

"Are you in my room naked?" I demanded, my mouth hanging open slightly.

"Yes."

"And you're dripping wet?"

"Yes."

"No! My carpet, it's new! I paid thirty dollars for like each roll, you better dry it Hale!" I moaned.

"Seriously? I just told you that I'm naked, in your room soaking and your mind goes straight to your carpet?" I could hear the mocking tone to his voice. I blinked once.

"Yes, where else was my mind meant to go?"

"I was thinking far from carpet. God, you're just so innocent aren't you?"

"Ew! You're revolting Hale!" I shrieked.

"So you were really thinking just about your carpet?"

"No. I was also thinking about the window I forgot to close this morning before I went to school! Please tell me you shut it?"

"Of course I shut it. I was not going to put on some show for your elderly neighbour, that's just all kinds of weird."

"You're weird."

"Says the girl that thought about her carpet."

"God, the way you're going on about it, it makes it sound like you wanted me to think of you naked! Anyway, change of topic, the sheriff and his crowd are here because something happened in one of the school busses that made it look like it's on its period."

"What was that something?"

"I don't know, we aren't being told anything. But there's a rumour flying about that an elderly man was wheeled out. He's alive, but he got a nasty fright."

"Can anyone confirm that rumour?"

"Do I look like freaking Sherlock?"

"Answer my question."

"I don't know. The sheriff himself, most likely."

"Yes, because me walking into the Sheriff's department asking about an almost dead body would look so good."

"Shut up, anyway. I have to go. I'll ask about and text you later, yeah?"

"Sure."

"Bye- you hung up on me, bitch."

"Miss Evans! That language is not tolerated on school grounds! Detention, lunch time!" Derek Hale, you utter penis.

/ / /

Rumour is clarified true. Oh, and by the way your name on my phone is "official creeper" I hope you're proud… I smiled and sent the message, awaiting the next already. I have to say, Derek texting is far more tolerable and livelier than in real life. I've had a total of six sarcastic comments that were actually hilarious and I was sent out of class for laughing so hard (Again, must he always get me sent out?) and three flirtatious comments directed towards Kayla. He was bull shitting it, obviously, but they were funny nonetheless.

Your humour never fails to make me smile. Not really, just trying to make you feel better about yourself. Did it work? I rolled my eyes, debating whether or not to call him variations of the word "penis" in one text, but that would make him crawl back into his brooding shell. And we can't have that, brooding Derek makes for a rather boring Derek.

Definitely, I'm grinning ear to ear. "Hey Em, have you seen Kayla? I don't know why she's angry with me." Miranda sighed, sitting opposite me, her brown bang falling over her eye making her look utterly miserable. C'mon, Em. You're angry too. Think of the times she's sobbed on your shoulder because of Warren!

"Oh, Kayla has detention. I had one at lunch, I swore at the teacher. Called her a shitty." I grinned. Well done Emily, you stand your grounds.

"Ah, so do you have any idea why she's angry with me? I tried to talk to her earlier but she ignored me…"

"Hmm, no idea, sorry. Anyway, I have to go, fortunately I have no final class to get too. Free period. See you around Mir." I smiled and briskly walked away, not allowing her to ask further questions that I'd have to lie terrible at.

Hmmm, stop by my house. I need to go over things. Without even questioning "what does Derek need to go over with me?" I began to walk through the woods that would, hopefully, take me to his "house".

/ / /

"Emily? Why are you in the middle of the woods?"

"For fucks- Hale, I swear to god! Stop sneaking up on me or I will saw off your dick, put it in a bun and make you eat it like a hot dog!" I cried, looking at him with narrowed eyes. He smirked, that fucking annoying yet rather sexy smirk that gets on my tits.

"Alright, calm down." He paused, his smirk only growing bigger "You do realise my house is that way, right?" He pointed behind me. Glowering, I stuck both of my middle fingers up in his direction.

"I'm sorry that I don't know my way around these stupid, stupid woods that can kindly go fuck themselves. In fact, no. Not kindly, they can horribly go fuck themselves. Serves them right for being idiots."

"I don't understand why you didn't just ask me to pick you up." He said, probably choosing to ignore my little rant. Smart, smart little boy, Hale.

"Humiliation, isn't it obvious?"

"…"

"I guess not then, but I also wanted time to make up my little speech."

"Which is about…?"

"I don't know." I muttered, bashfully. "I panicked because I thought I was lost, so I spent my time panicking instead of prepping." He snorted in what seemed to be amusement and walked past me, to the direction of his burnt down shack.

"Come on then, we don't have long."

"Long for what?" I questioned, stumbling after him.

"The truth now shut up and keep walking."

"Are you going to tell me how you got my number first?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Because you've exceeded your daily questions limit."

"What if I have questions about this mysterious truth you're about to tell me?"

"…"

"Yo' Derek, answer me."

"… Please never say 'yo' again."

"Alright, if I promise not to, will you answer all my questions? Even ones not truth based?"

"Fine."

"Good, how the hell did you get my number?"

"When you were sleeping the other night I took your phone and found it."

"You're not one about privacy, aren't you? I mean, you look through my phone-"

"I was looking for your number."

"-and then you look through my underwear drawer. What's next?" I asked, smirking at the back of his head.

"I could rip out your vocal chords with my teeth, if you don't shut up."

"Okay," I muttered "shutting up now."

"Good, now wait upstairs. I have a visitor." Forcefully, he shoved me towards the front door of the burned Hale house while he crept around the corner waiting for his 'visitor'.