An Altercation and A Promise -
Disclaimer- I do not own Teen Wolf. I just play around with the characters and scenarios surrounding them. :-).
Walking into second period, 'Developmental Psychology', she sensed a uneasy atmosphere. Dylan sat in the third row of seats just in front of where she sat, the row behind.
Taking her seat, she took out her psychology book, notepad and pens ready to make notes.
Half way through the seminar, Dylan took out his phone and sent her a text.
To: Kirsty
Can we talk, please? I really need to talk to you.
From: Dylan
Feeling the buzz from her phone, she looked down and read the message before typing a reply.
To: Dylan
What do you want to talk about?
From: Kirsty
She watched him as he typed back a reply, quickly. Pretending to be paying attention to the seminar, she quickly looked back down at her phone to see his message.
To: Kirsty
I feel awful, I miss you, please, can we talk?
From: Dylan
Breathing in a impatient breath, Kirsty looked at her once friend, sitting right in front of her, breathing easy and pretending that he was listening to the 4 hour lecture on developmental attachment within child psychology, before finally, she sighed.
To: Dylan
5 minutes. After the seminar.
From: Kirsty
Watching as he read her reply, he closed his phone and continued to listen to the professor talking about the crucial period for a child's emotional development and the period of time it took to have a secure attachment.
Sighing, she turned her attention to the professor, also, even though she already knew about developmental attachment due to her summer readings.
As the seminar came to its end,
Kirsty and Dylan both packed away their belongings and walked outside into the crowded hallway. Once again, she sensed the uneasy atmosphere, but decided to hear him out, regardless, so that she knew where they now stood.
"Hey." Dylan said.
"Hi." She replied.
"So, look, I don't want to stay this way, is, like this, not talking. We both said some horrible things and I didn't mean a word of them." Dylan spoke, trying his best to sound regretful. She could sense his anger and jealousy. It was radiating off of him in waves.
"Oh really? You seemed to. You were a dick." She replied, casually as if talking about the weather.
"I know, I was. I am so sorry." He apologised, his teeth grinding.
"No, you're not." She replied, before walking away.
Dylan's arm grabbed hers and tightened. "What are you doing?" She said, slowly, realising that the crowded hallway was now deserted.
"We're talking." He replied, his anger barely concealed.
"No, we were talking. I'm done talking to you." She said, whilst simultaneously tried to keep her heart rate steady, feeling her teeth sharpening and her blood beginning to boil.
"Well, I'm not finished talking to you." He spat.
"Too bad." She shouted, pulling her arm from his grip and turning around to walk away, once more.
Grabbing both her arms, Dylan pressed her against the lockers and stared down at her.
"Who's the old dude?" He seethed.
"None of your business, Dylan and also, he is not old." She spat back. Fighting with herself to not shift, to not give into her anger
"You're mine. Do you hear me? You'll always be mine. I don't like other people touching you." He whispered into her ear, breathing her perfume in and moving his hands to her waist.
Pushing him away, she made a run for the lecture being held two doors away. "I am not yours, Dylan. I'm Peters." She told him from over by the door. She could feel it, if she didn't get away from him, she was going to shift. Her nails had elongated into claws and she was burying them into her palms to keep herself centred.
"Bitch." He screamed.
Entering the lecture, she apologised for being late and then thinking further spoke to the teacher, directly before taking a seat.
"I'm sorry for being late, professor, but I was cornered by Dylan and he was being aggressive. He wouldn't let me go." She whispered.
"We will report this now if you wish, or whenever you prefer Miss. Stilinski. Are you ok?" Her professor replied, a frown on her face and a worried look in her eyes.
"I will be fine, professor." Smiling, she moved to sit down and take out her notepad to once again, make notes.
As Kirsty walked home that day, she felt a pair of eyes following her. A beep from the road caught her attention. Peter.
'Oh no.' She thought. Smiling she waved to him before walking over to his Ferrari. Lowering the window, he asked "Want a lift, pet?" "Yes, please." She giggled.
Sitting in the passenger seat, she flicked through channels not realising that a bruise had formed in her arm until Peter screened the car to a halt and turned to her, angrily.
"What happened?" He growled.
Confused, she looked down at the arm that was being held by Peter. Seeing the bruise, she cursed "Fuck."
"Well? Who did this? What happened?" He growled, his anger building.
Placing her hand on his, she contemplated whether or not to tell him. Sighing, she knew she had to.
"I had a talk with Dylan, he got angry. That's all." She said, slowly and cautiously.
Suddenly, a sharp sting to her arm caused her to look down to see Peters claws digging into her arm.
"You let him touch you." He sneered, his anger controlling him.
"What? No, of course not." She replied.
"Then why is there a bruise on your arm. He obviously touched you for that to be there, right? Do you like him? Is that it?" He roared.
"Peter, no. Stop being silly. You're letting your anger control you. I had to stop myself from shifting I was so angry. I thought better to control it than rip his head off, and besides, I told him that he was dick. I hate him." She said, trying to calm him.
"I'm being silly? Silly? Why is it silly to care about what happens to you? You are mine! I don't like other people touching what is mine." He growled before adding "I will tear that boy apart if he touches you, again, do you understand?"
"Yes, I understand. I am yours, remember that. That's all you need and Dylan need to know." She said, calmly.
"Dylan? What about Dylan?" He asked.
"I told Dylan I wasn't his and that I was yours." She replied.
The charge of anger that had been hanging in the atmosphere, disappeared, his claws fully receded and he looked at her with a smile. "Good." He said before grabbing her hair and claiming her lips as his.
Authors note!
Ooooohh! Peter is jealous! Best thing ever! More peter goodness to come!
