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I fingered my hair as I wound the strands into a braid, Derek's serious voice was far in the distance and my mind was somewhere else.
Tomorrow night was a full moon and it would be my first one. I was dreading when the moon rose and it had occupied my thoughts for the whole day.
"Kayla!" Derek exclaimed, the change of tone in his voice bringing my mind back,
"Sorry. I'm just worried about tomorrow night" I mumbled, abandoning my braid and rubbing my hands over my face.
"You're going to be fine" Derek sighed,
"I'm going to be there to help, you know that." I nodded into my hands, not moving them from my face as I squeezed my eyes shut, I still couldn't stop thinking about what would happen. The worst scenarios kept running through my mind, all resulting in the death of someone.
"You're not going to hurt anyone. I'll make sure of it!" Derek added, guessing what I was thinking.
"But how do you know?" I said forcing myself to drop my hands from where the covered my face, I needed to know that I wouldn't hurt anyone but no one could promise me that, I would just have to wait and see.
"I don't. But I can tell you that I'll do everything I can to make sure that you don't" he said, I glanced at him, he seemed to be telling the truth and for some reason I knew that he would keep his word and make sure I didn't do anything stupid.
The rest of the day passed by in a blur as I tried to focus on whatever it was Derek was trying to tell me about but all I could think about was the full moon. That and him. As the sun went down and the stars came out I prepared for being kicked out and having a rough night on the streets. I'd already intruded on Derek's loft for two nights now and I doubted that he'd let me stay again so I wasn't prepared when Derek made his now normal greeting of goodnight and climbed up the stairs. I stared at the staircase for a while, wondering when he would kick me out, but that didn't matter now, so I once more crashed on the couch in his loft. I lay there, wide awake for ages, not being able to stop the horrid thoughts of what might happen from swirling around my head, taunting me. I huffed and rolled over so I was facing the apartment and not the back of the couch.
I quickly shut my eyes for some reason as I heard the sound of movement from upstairs; I didn't know why I was so jumpy, probably because of tomorrow night. At least I hoped it was, that way when it was all over the jumpiness would go away.
But somehow I knew that that wasn't really it. That there was another reason behind it all, I just didn't know what it was. Yet. But I would figure it out. I opened my eyes as no more sounds came from the level above me, but quickly shut them, trying to muffle my sudden intake of breath as I saw Derek's figure standing at the table in front of the window.
Damn him and his werewolf powers that made him so god damn quiet! What the hell was he doing up at this time of night anyway and why was he standing at the table? I squeezed my eyes shut again as he started to turn around, I heard an audible sigh that he clearly meant for me to hear and then,
"Kayla, I know you're awake" I sighed as I opened my eyes and sat up. Shoving off the sleeping bag I stood up and walked over to him.
"What are you doing up?" I asked shoving a strand of hair behind my ear,
"I could ask you the same question"
"But I asked you first" I retorted. Derek gave me a look that replied by itself, he really didn't care that I'd asked first,
"I couldn't sleep" I muttered crossing my arms over my chest,
"Neither could I" he said. I looked at him, not entirely believing his claim,
"So what are you doing down here?" I asked, nodding my head towards the table. Derek shrugged but didn't say anything, once more I didn't believe him, but just sighed and rolled my eyes, all well.
At some point in the early morning I must've fallen asleep because I woke up on the couch, my head resting on something warm and hard. I kept my eyes closed as I accepted the fact that tonight was a full moon and it would probably be the worst night of my entire life.
I opened my eyes and found my vision was slanted, with a slight groan I lifted my head up and suddenly realised how I had fallen asleep. Sure enough when I turned my head there was Derek, still asleep from where we'd ended up talking.
My cheeks burning red I stood up and smoothed my hair. I looked at the time on my IPod, the black device displayed a time of 7:21am. Shit. I was late for school. Pulling on my jacket, I stuffed my IPod into one of my pockets and then headed for the door, hoping that what had happened hadn't really happened.
No matter how much I wanted to change it, I couldn't.
Just like I couldn't change the fact that tonight would be the worst night of my life. My first ever full moon.
I reached the halls of Beacon Hills High and sighed as I walked through the doors and into the halls filled with all sorts of people. I walked to my locker and opened it; shoving my back pack inside of it I grabbed out a notebook and shut the locker to reveal a grinning Stiles.
"What do you want?" I sighed, glaring,
"I don't want anything. Scott does"
"What does Scott want?"
"I don't know. But you need to come with me" I rolled my eyes at Stiles but motioned for him to lead the way. My curiosity had gotten the better of me and I wanted to know what Scott needed. As Stiles and I walked down a hallway I saw Scott standing at an open locker taking books out,
"Here I am. What do you want?" I asked.
"Derek needed me to tell you that he wouldn't be able to be there tonight—"What!? My mind screeched. This was terrible. How could this be? What was I going to do?!
"But don't worry. Derek told me to make sure you didn't do anything stupid" Scott continued, I must've had a strange look on my face because both Stiles and Scott looked at me weird.
I guess this was Number 3.
I'd been right when I'd thought that I would dread it.
