Ok, so I'm trying to make these chapters longer because I had never intended on this story going past 15 chaps. But at this rate, it'll be more. I really hope you like because I just pulled a 180 on this story and have a wicked surprise planned. It's still going in the same direction I had in mind but with a twist. Also, I don't know if this matters to you but Derek may seem a little O/C. I swear its good though. So enjoy and review.
Note: I don't have a song title for this one so I'm making up my own title.
Two hours, three cups of coffee (still don't know where their coming from), a change of cloths, and two pissed off teenagers later, Scott and I were standing in the middle of the woods; waiting on Derek to teach us how to become 'werewolves.' Stiles was back at the house sleeping off his mega hangover. Derek and I never did go back to bed; instead he woke Scott and Stiles up at 7 to clean his car. Both boys had cussed him out and refused to get out of the bed before Derek grabbed them by the back of the neck, drug them downstairs, and threw them off the porch screaming, "Get my fucking car cleaned now or you'll both be scrubbing blood off my floor when I beat your stupid asses to death. Got it?" To which Stiles replied, "How are we going to clean the blood of your floor if you beat us to death?" Smart ass. I couldn't help but to laugh as they scrambled to their feet when Derek threw a bucket and towels at their heads. "Go to the stream and get water to scrub it with". They hustled into the woods and reappeared fifteen minutes later; only because Derek had had some fun stalking them and making them freak the hell out. It was funny watching them running out of the woods screaming to get in the house before Derek emerged from behind them laughing his ass off.
I stared at Scott who leaned against a tree, his head resting on his chest, as he dozed in and out of consciousness. His hair was a mess, cloths crumpled, eyes blood shot. I had managed to change into a pair of jeans and Derek's oversized black t-shirt that he insisted I wear. I was going to question him about it, but he cut me off with a kiss while no one was watching before grabbing Scott and marching into the woods. So, here I stood, stomach growling like a rabid dog as I waited on Derek to get back. He wouldn't let me eat the deer leg, claiming that it wasn't fresh enough for first timers.
"What are we supposed to do?" Scott asked from his slumped position by the tree.
"I don't know. He just said wait here and that we'd know what to do if we listened to our wolf." I replied. Really, why couldn't he just tell you something strait out?
"Damn sour wolf." Scott grumbled. I joined him in leaning against the tree as I waited for whatever it was I was supposed to be waiting for. I listened to the sounds around me. A blue jay sang in the distance as leaves rustled when I heard the sound of a crow 'cawing' from above me. I stared up at the trees trying to spot the damn bird as my dream flashed back to me. I shuddered trying to ignore the resemblance when the sound of thundering footsteps rang through my ears. I felt the pounding heart of the frightened animal beating with in me as it drew nearer. My wolf pressed closer the surface as I felt an adrenaline rush. I glanced over to Scott who was slowly fading from himself; his eyes glowing hazel, claws extending, and canines poking out from his mouth. Once again I felt myself stepping away as the wolf took hold. Scott was circling around the area slowly as he listened to the thundering hooves. I crouched down behind the tree as I waited for the terrified deer to get closer. I could smell the delicious scent of its blood and fear. Its fear only provoking the wolf even more; when finally it came into view as it blew by us. I felt the tingling in my spine and knew Derek was close but I couldn't wait for him.
I darted out from my hiding place and sprinted after the deer. Scott was off to my left in hot pursuit. I growled and Scott seemed to understand as I veered off right so that we running beside the doe as I eagerly threw my body into the air and lunged at the animal when I felt something impact into my side. Scott and I went rolling down the hill before landing with a grunt at the bottom. Anger burned inside me like a raging forest fire consuming me. I roared my rage, unable to reel it back in, before grabbing Scott by the shirt and pinning him to a tree. He let out a yowl as I shoved him harder before baring his teeth at me. I felt claws dig into my shoulder as the trickle of blood ran down my arm; but I couldn't pry myself away, the pain only serving to fuel my fire before I delivered a blow to Scott's ribs. A loud roar sounded from behind us but I couldn't let go.
"Enough June. He's learned his lesson. Let go June." Derek ordered as he moved down the hill. I kept Scott pinned to the tree as I tried to take hold of my wolf. "June, use the pain to bring you back. Focus on the pain, how much it hurts, and come back to me." His voice slid through my ears like velvet. I couldn't focus on the pain; it just served to fuel my anger further. 'I can't Derek.' I felt him step behind me as he wrapped an arm around my waist, his chest pressed firmly against my back. I could feel the drumming of his heart on my back as he lowered his head close to my ear. "Then focus on something soothing." I listened to the rhythmic beat of his heart; calming my anger. "Good. June, I need you to look at Scott." I forced my attention back to Scott's face. "He's no threat anymore. He's frightened."
"I am n…" Scott was cut off when Derek gave him a low warning growl.
"You don't want to hurt him anymore June." Derek soothed. 'I don't.' "Scott's your friend." 'He is my friend.' I felt myself start to fade back as the red haze of anger seized. I focused my attention on Derek's heartbeat and the smell of fear coming from Scott. I didn't want him to be afraid of me. I liked Scott. He was a sweet kid. My claws receded and canines retracted as I stepped back to myself. I released my hold on Scott, not realizing that I had pinned him off the ground, before he landed with a thump on the ground. I leaned back against Derek as I continued to focus on his heartbeat. "Scott, go back to my house." He ordered without any real bite. I tried to force a smile of apology as Scott picked himself up from the ground and headed back up the hill towards Derek's; not once looking back at me. He was pissed at me for good reason; but I couldn't help the tinge of hurt I felt as he shunned me. I felt Derek tug down my shirt over my shoulder before a warm wet tongue darted out over the claw marks. I jumped, taken by surprise, but he held me in place as he continued to lick over the wound. His saliva burned but in a good way, causing a moan to escape my lips; but ended all too quickly when he tugged the shirt back over my shoulder. "Come on. I'll take you to get something to eat." He offered, grabbing my hand and tugging me up the hill with him. I looked around for any signs of the escaped deer but found nothing but a scent trail. Damn it! "There'll be other chances. But for today, we're taking a break."
It wasn't long till we reached the old house. I could hear Scott grumping to Stiles but was quickly being cut off. "Dude! My dads going to kill me! And I have to pick up my jeep! What the hell am I going to do?"
"I don't know." Scott added un-helpfully. I had made it upstairs with Derek and Scott refused to meet my eyes.
"Scott, I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you, I promise." I pleaded. Stiles was about to intervene. "I'm sure he'll explain everything later. And as for your problem, just tell your dad that you were in an all night study session with me; helping me for an exam on Monday. I'll even go with you to help you explain. No way can your dad be mad over that." I explained. I heard Derek huff behind me as Stiles stopped pacing and shook his head in acknowledgment.
"By the way, your phone has been ringing off the hook." Stiles added. I groaned in annoyance before going over to my crap and grabbing my phone. Ten new text messages, eleven missed calls, and nine new voice mails. The first message was from Sam and read, 'wht the FUCK hppnd lst nite?'
"Ignore it." Derek ordered. I looked at him a bit skeptically. He gave me one of those looks that said, 'I'm your maker remember the first rule I thought you.' It was a cross between disgust, cockiness, and something else I couldn't identify. Ooook. I flipped to the next text, 'Pick up your phone June.' It was from my mom as where the next seven. 'June come home.' 'June we need to talk.' 'June.' 'Juniper.' 'Juniper Hawthorne.' 'JUNE!' 'I've turned on your GPS in your phone. I'm heading to the Hale house.' I gasped and frantically pushed send. The phone rung once before she picked up.
"Juniper Hawthorne! Finally! I'm on my way young lady." She informed. I groaned and rushed out.
"No mom. That's ok. I don't need you to visit me really. I went for my morning run through the woods, had my I-pod in and cranked up. Really I'm fine. Just go back home."
"Too late. I'm here." I dropped my phone and rushed to the window to see the black SUV pulling in behind my car before my stepped out wearing a white tennis skirt and t-shirt, with a white sweater tied around her shoulders. What was the point of the sweater? It looked stupid and I never understood why people wore a sweater like that. She wore her coco brown hair in a bob that didn't do much to hide her aging face. She had more Botox than little and would soon be scheduling for a touch up. I blew past Derek and the boys and rushed down the steps and out the door.
"Mother! What are you doing here?" I asked meeting her at her car before she could move any closer to the house.
"Why do you like spending time in such a…disastrous house? They should really tear it down." She stated looking at the dilapidated home.
"I think it's beautiful and I'm glad that no one has. Now can you please go?"
"You lied to me Juniper."
"Don't call me that and I'm 23; I'm allowed to lie and 'LIVE MY OWN LIFE!'" I bit.
She looked at me for the first time with a judgmental eye, "June! What did you do to your hair? It looks awful dear."
"Thanks mom." I said sarcastically. "And I haven't had time to shower today."
"Clearly. You smell like a sweaty guy. Honey, it's unbecoming. Did you get a breast job?"
"Yea mom, I scheduled it for in between classes. In and out procedure you know. Yep, I'm able to run and touch them. New procedures, high tech stuff. You envious?" I smirked.
"Fake breasts are not something to be proud of Juniper." She snapped.
"Mom, everything about your face is fake. It's no worse than fake boobs. And I was being sarcastic." She gasped when I called her face fake before dropping the topic. 'Score one for me.' I heard the sound of a screaming Layla coming from the backseat which forced me to take a step back as it rung through my ears. My mother pulled open the backdoor to produce a red face baby.
"If you're not coming home, then you can watch your sister while I go to my tennis meeting. I'll be back by five." She shoved Layla into my arms before taking out the baby seat and diaper bag and handing them to me as well. I struggled to hold everything at once when my mother hopped in the driver's seat with a wicked smile and backing out.
"Mom! You can't do this! I h…" She had already pulled away and was speeding down the drive. I gave up on holding everything and dropped the contents of my arms, minus my sister of course, who thank the lord had stopped screaming and stared intently at me. Derek and the boys emerged from the house. Derek had a strange look on his face as he approached me. My sister giggled as I shifted her in my arms before twirling her tiny fingers through my hair.
"And who do we have here?" Derek asked. It was a little strange hearing him so mellow as he reached out and placed a hand on Layla's head. Her hair was starting to come in the same coco brown as my mothers, green eyes that at one time, looked like mine. She was dressed in an orange dress with black pants, socks, and a black under shirt.
"Layla. She's my little sister." I stated and couldn't help but to admire Derek as he traced a soothing hand over my sister's head, while one finger tickled under her neck. She giggled unstoppable and was soon reaching for him, squirming like a worm, as she fought her way out of my arms. Derek wrapped his hands under her arm pits and carefully removed her from my arms as she stared at him in awe.
"Well look at that. The big bad sour wolf has a soft side after all." Stiles poked.
"Shut up." Derek ordered half heartedly as he curled her closer to his chest. I was still in shock at how quickly he took to her. I thought for sure I'd have to beg and plea and cry to let her stay. "Why would you think that?" He asked a bit offended.
"Oh…uh…I guess you just never struck me as the 'baby' type of guy." I said honestly. I heard Stiles chuckle in agreement. Scott's face was still shaped into that of a 'holy fucking shit! Am I really seeing this?' look. Derek rolled his eyes before grabbing the car seat and heading towards my car. "What are you…"
"You're still hungry right?" He pulled open the back door to my car and shoved the seat inside. I hurried over to grab Layla out of his arms while he fastened the car seat. 'Wow! He knew how to fasten a car seat?' "Yes June, I'm capable of hooking up a car seat." Well hoorah to you! 'He's doing better than you.' I chastised. I admit I knew nothing about babies. It was a wonder my mother trusted me at all with Layla. Derek grabbed a very willing Layla from my arms and strapped her in. "What are you all looking at? Get in the car!" He ordered. Scott, Stiles, and I were staring with wide eyes, open mouths, and in general shock when Derek growled; sending us into a frenzy. I took the drivers seat while Scott and Stiles fought over who sat in the middle in the back seat as Derek took a spot in the front passengers.
In no time we were on the road and heading into town. No one dared to speak as we made our way; instead both boys had settled for staring at the back of Derek's head still in awe. Stiles had wound up being the 'monkey in the middle' and was sitting at an awkward angle. I watched as he crinkled his nose before erupting, "Oh Dear God! What is that…Ohhh that's rank!" I giggled till the smell hit my sensitive nose and begun to gag me. I coughed and pulled the shirt over my nose to block the stench. "Fewww! I can't believe all that smell is coming from you!" Stiles poked at Layla who giggled at Stiles facial expression. Scott had his head buried so far down his shirt he looked like the headless horseman. The only one who didn't seem too bothered by it was Derek. 'Oh I'm soo drilling him later.' I seen the corners of his mouth try to tug up in a smile that he was fighting to hide.
"Where do you guys wanna eat?" I chocked out.
"Fuck! Who cares? Whatever's the closest." Scott spoke for the first time. I pulled into Becky's Diner; Scott and Stiles bolted out the door before I even put it in park. I slid out of the car and grabbed my sister before Derek came around and took her from me. Huh, that was strange.
"I'm not toting the diaper bag." He stated without looking at me. No! He was too busy entertaining my sister as she gurgled and made funny noises for him. 'Oh she was going to be easy when she grew up.' Derek smirked at me while I grabbed the diaper bag out of the floor before following Derek as he led the way inside. 'Why is it he didn't mind toting my sister, but refused to tote the diaper bag? It should be the other way around right?' We had made it inside when an all too chipper hostess greeted us. She had blond curly hair down to her shoulders, bright blue eyes, and a teeny waist.
"We're with them." I pointed towards the two morons already sipping coffee sitting in one of the booths.
"Ok. Have a seat then and your waitress will be right with you." I was about to follow Derek when she caught me by the arm, "You know your breast wouldn't be so swollen if you breast fed. I know when I had my son it made them feel a whole lot better." I stared at her in amazement before pulling my arm from her grip.
"She's my little sister." I said flatly.
Her face fell and she moved around nervously before adding, "Oh, I'm sorry. I just remember graduating with you and you never had…you know."
"Yea, well, my boobs just missed out on high school. When I hit college is when they finally decided to come in. But thanks for the tip. I'll keep it in mind for when I do have a kid of my own." I snapped before heading to my table where two guys were smiling like assholes because they had 'SUPER WEREWOLF HEARING' and heard everything that just went down. When I reached the table I greeted them with an automatic, "Shut up." Before grabbing my sister from Derek and taking her to the bathroom. Gah I hated changing diapers!
I had successfully managed to gag, puke, and take care of my sister as I re-dressed her. "You know, if Derek likes you so much and you like him, you should have made him do the diaper change." There was nothing like trying to put the pants on a squirming infant. "By the way; hands off sister. I called dibs first." I teased finally dressing her. I placed her back in her carrier and washed my hands. "Do you know long I've tried to bag him? I'll tell you…since I was seven. That's right. Seven." Layla cooed as I talked to her and honestly, I was having fun talking to her so I stood there for an extra five minutes. "You know, I have a secret and you can't tell anyone because they'll think I'm nuts." I lowered my voice and got closer to her face. "I'm a werewolf." She wrapped her fingers around one of my stray curls as I sugared her face and giggled. I did a quick check in the mirror, my jeans had dried mud on them and I used a damp paper towel to remove it. There were five holes in the shoulder of Derek's shirt but easily covered by my hair. Sure I looked a lot like my old self but at the same time; I couldn't imagine what I looked like before. My blonde had completely disappeared from my hair; leaving a deep chocolaty brown. I grabbed Layla before heading out and sliding into the booth beside Derek.
"What are you so happy about?" Scott asked from across the table.
"I don't know." I answered honestly. Derek was smiling as I pulled Layla from her carrier and sat her in my lap. "What?" I asked looking at Derek.
"Nothing." He shook his head and took a sip of coffee. "I went a head and ordered for you." How…? "You practically lived at my house when we were younger. I just added a side of steak." He grinned. 'Oh.' I couldn't decide weather that was a good thing or bad. I felt sort of embarrassed because really, I did live at his house most of the time. I had never wanted to go home to my stuck up, prime and proper family. I looked down at my sister who was currently intrigued with the never ending jabber that was Stiles; who I really wasn't paying attention to. I couldn't help but feel bad for her. Monica and Dillon would be sure that she grew up to be what I never was; a yuppie. They'd be sure that she hung out with the snobby kids of the neighborhood, force her into medical school; and if you were anything less than a doctor, so lord better help you because it wasn't up to their standards. Never would she know the joy of getting close to nature or what it felt like to be the biggest nerd and have a crush on the high school jock that never noticed you or what its like to have a family that really loves you and accepts your flaws even though your not blood. She'd never know what it was like to loose that family either. The pain of watching everything that ever mattered to you, that made you feel good about yourself, disappear.
I hugged her tighter to me as she stared up at me with those big green eyes. I hadn't realized I was crying till Derek put a hand on my arm and Scott and Stiles stared at me. I smiled at Derek who also looked pained. I had forgotten he could read my thoughts; once again, before excusing myself from the table (Layla in tow) and rushing back to the bathroom where I clung to her to like a baby doll. I heard the knock on the door as Derek poked his head in and looked around before coming in and locking the door behind him. "Derek I'm sorry." I automatically apologized because I knew I was the reason for the pained expression. He should be angry with me and yell at me for being so inconsiderate; instead of wrapping me in his arms with Layla squashed in between. And she seemed quite happy about it too.
"June, you've gotta stop thinking that way. I'm not angry. How could I be? You loved my family as much as me. I know that." He tipped my chin up to meet his eyes and stroked his thumb over my cheek wiping away the tears. "And you've really gotta stop calling me the high school jock." He offered to lighten the mood. I found myself being constantly amazed with him today. "Why are you amazed?" 'Damn it.'
"I don't know Derek." Really I didn't. He hugged me again before taking Layla and capturing my lips with his. My sister whined and pouted her lip, (She may be young, but awe be damned if she wasn't an expert manipulator) before burying her face in Derek's neck. He responded by pulling away and chuckling before unlocking the door and leading us out. Our food had arrived and I couldn't wait to shovel it in my mouth. Derek held Layla while he ate; which made Stiles and Scott keep quite while they ate and stared at him. They seemed to be having as hard of time believing this as me. I took note of the time and honestly, it felt so fricken late, but was only 10am. Sheesh, I've had a long day and it was no where near being over.
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