Amy stretched from her awkward position on the bed, noticing Erica, Allison and Lydia lying where ever they had found a comfy spot. Lydia on the small chair in the corner of the bright pink room, Allison on the large window-sill-like-cupboard under her window and Erica on the floor; surrounded by bunches of colourful pillows. Amy walked around the latter and her pillows and headed towards the bathroom. Just like the last time that she and Derek had fought, her eyes were red and blood-shot. Yet, this time; the bruises were on the inside.
Amy sighed, she hadn't been able to sleep. So she had decided to walk around the house and streets, eventually she ending up sitting on the stairs, staring at the door, listening to the roof creek and groan under the wind.
Amy looked at the bathroom clock; five in the morning. She sighed, she might as well get ready now. She wouldn't be going back to sleep any time soon. Amy opened up her bag of make-up; pulling out her concealer, she started to dab it under her eyes. Looking up at the mirror every few seconds to see if it was making a difference. Amy pulled at her eyelashes with the mascara brush and pinked her pale, vein-y cheeks with her mother's blush. Amy looked at herself in the mirror, nothing had changed.
Amy walked back into her room and looked through her closet; she never knew what to wear for school. She finally decided on a pair of dark blue jeans, a grey long-sleeved shirt and her comfy, black sweater. Amy walked down the stairs and pulled out a granola bar form the pantry. She wasn't hungry for more. Amy played with the granola as she walked up to her room. She sat on her bed and threw the granola bar wrapper on the floor; she would pick it up later. Amy rolled onto her side and looked at the flowers that were already starting to wilt on her bedside table. Amy's breath quickened but she knew that she couldn't cry again because she knew that she wouldn't be able to stop.
"Good morning," Amy looked towards the floor and saw Erica getting up from her bed of pillows, her eyes were glowing red and her claws were out.
"Hey, um, Lydia!" Amy gasped as Allison and Lydia got up from their make-shift beds.
Lydia groaned, "Shit... tonight's the full moon! I totally forgot!
"I'm sorry, you should have been getting prepared for it and not making me feel better!" Amy frowned.
"So you're feeling better?" asked Lydia,
Amy nodded her head, "I'm feeling better, yeah."
Lydia smiled sadly and rushed over to the bed to hug Amy, her strawberry blonde hair bouncing up and down like a models, even though she had just woken up a few minutes ago, thoughts of the full moon gone and left to the wind.
"Okay, come on. Let's get ready for school."
Amy laid in bed while Lydia, Allison and Erica got ready. It only took Allison and Erica a few minutes but of course, Lydia needed to look like a supermodel for school so she ended up slowing the girls down so that by the time that the girls got to school, class had already started.
Amy raced into English class and got stares as she walked to the back. She had never, ever been late before.
"Nice of you to come by, Amy." Ms. Ferguson said as she tinkered with her large Harry Potter-like glasses.
"Sorry, sorry! Sorry! So sorry!" Amy slammed her hip into one of the desks and squeled in pain.
"Quickly Amy. We don't have all day."
"I know, I know, Ms. Ferguson. It just- okay, I'm going. Going. Sorry again. Really sorry."
"Stop apologizing Amy."
"Okay, yeah, sorry. I mean not sorry, well I mean I am sorry but..."
"Amy please, just sit down next to Michael and open your book to page thirteen." Ms. Ferguson pushed a stray piece of burgundy hair from her face and pulled at her long flowered dress so that Amy could see her Crocs.
"Why so late?" whispered Michael as the class began again.
"Lydia." replied Amy.
Michael nodded his head like he knew just how difficult Lydia was sometimes.
As the class went on and Ms. Ferguson left the classroom to get a cup of tea, Natalie Morrison, walked up to Amy's desk, "Is it true?" she asked,
Amy looked up to see Natalie's pale face and waxed eyebrows staring at her, "What are you talking about?"
"Well," Natalie took in a deep breath of air; getting ready to talk, "My nana said that she saw you all sad yesterday night, she was with her friends who live at the town home and then I talked to Sammie today and she was all like; Amy and Derek Hale broke up, so is it true?"
Amy opened and closed her mouth.
"It's true." answered Michael.
Amy turned around to face him, "What?" she hissed, "How do you know?"
Michael shrugged, "Everybody knows..."
"Are you serious?" Amy leaned her head against the desk, how was she going to deal with this? With everybody knowing.
"Class! Class! My tea is cold! Class, class sit down." Ms. Ferguson strutted into the room, holding her tea in a knitted mug holder and mittens, "Now," Ms. Ferguson sat down on her stool, "Now, let's talk about what Shakespeare meant when he said 'It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves,'. Michelle, what do you think?"
"Everybody knows?" murmured Amy,
Michael nodded, "Yeah... sorry. Single buddies?" Michael smiled, faintly.
Amy smiled and sighed, "Yeah... single buddies."
Michael's smile grew and he looked back to the teacher. Amy leaned her head against the wall and sighed, everybody knew. No wonder she had gotten those weird looks on her way to school. It wasn't because she looked like crap, but because everybody knew that she and Derek had broken up. There goes Derek's plan to keep their relationship quiet. Everybody knew. Amy closed her eyes and was just about to nod off listening to Ms. Ferguson's soft voice when she felt a hand snaking up her thigh. Amy's eyes shot open as the hands got too close to comfort. Amy shifted in her seat and looked at Michael's hand on her thigh.
"What are you doing?" she hissed, swatting his hand away.
"We're both single, why not?" Michael winked.
Amy's mouth fell, "Are you serious? I really don't need more on my mind! Especially not a perv' like you! Screw off!" Amy moved her chair farther away from Michael and took off her jacket, putting it over her legs.
Amy then began the agonizing task of actually listening to her English teacher. As the minutes passed and Amy leaned back in her chair, she felt the same hand come way too close to where only Derek had ever gone.
Amy jumped out of her seat, causing the whole class to look at her again. Amy looked down and pushed the returning hand away, "Sorry, just had a Shakespearian moment."
Ms. Ferguson squinted, but didn't say anything.
"Stop." insisted Amy, "I'm serious." Amy stared into Michael's green eyes. "Do that one more time and it'll be the last time."
Michael chuckled, "Kinky, hugh?"
Amy shook her head in amazement, "You're disgusting."
Michael leaned into Amy, "But you love it, don't you?" Michael placed his hand on the inside of Amy's thigh and pinched her.
Amy punched him in the arm just as the bell rang.
"Remember class, your homework is to make an idea on what you think Shakespeare was going through when he wrote this!" Ms. Ferguson opened up one of her romance books and sat down on her chair.
Amy raced out of class as fast as she could, getting away from Michael was her number one priority. Maybe she shouldn't go to the rest of her classes? Amy sighed and headed for her next class; she would ask the teacher to switch seats.
The rest of the school day passed by without a hitch. Maybe because Michael didn't go to the rest of his classes, maybe not. However, when Amy left the school at the end of the day, that changed.
"We have got to tell Derek about what happened!" Erica whispered.
Amy shook her head, "No, no, no. No, we are not telling Derek anything. I'm not in his pack anymoer, he has no reason to know about it and he's not my boy-," Amy stopped for a second, "He's not my whatever-the-hell he was anymore."
Erica shook her head, "Amy, I can't."
Amy stopped in her tracks, "Erica, Erica, please. You cannot tell him. I don't need his help. I told Michael to screw off and he did. I can handle him."
Erica pursed her lips, shrugged, walking over to where Stiles was waiting for her, "Do you need a ride?"
"Ye-"
"No, she doesn't." Amy shipped her head around to the distinct voice of her former lover.
"Yes, she does." Amy answered again.
"We didn't talk Amy. That wasn't talking."
Amy's breath shook, "Our lips moved, words came out therefore we spoke."
"Not enough." Derek responded. His hands travelled towards his hair and he suddenly looked over to the school where the Alpha pack was just exiting. Derek looked over at Amy, then the Alpha's and then Amy again, before finally deciding that he had other matters to attend to. Ones that didn't invlove arguing with a teenage girl.
Derek turned away from Amy without another word and headed off into the direction of the Alpha's.
Amy glanced at Erica who was furiously texting on her Blackberry. Amy shuddered at the thought of what Erica was texting Stiles and hopped into the back of the Jeep.
Derek walked over towards the Alpha's; his head filled with thoughts of Amy. He groaned he had thought that the four hour work out would have helped him get her out of his head.
"Where's Michael?" he asked.
Gretchen looked back at her henchmen, "I don't know Der', we haven't seen him in a while."
"Stop the shit, Gretchen. Where is he?"
Gretchen shrugged, a smirk forming on her pale face, "I honestly have no idea where little Michael could be."
Derek growled.
Gretchen put her hands in the air, "Okay, okay. I give up. He's home sick."
Derek rolled his eyes.
"Or he could be in the school basement, or at a doctor's office, or in a plane to Canada, or maybe, just maybe, he's buried under our feet."
Derek shook his head and braced himself for the strong wind that was about to blow. Derek grinned as he caght onto the liight, pungent small of teenage boy sweat mixed with gasoline.
"Planning on setting fire to the school? I thought we had a deal?" Derek smirked.
"Deals are meant to be broken before their time arrives." responded Gretchen.
"Not this one." replied Derek, before walking into the school. Ignoring the office secretaries as they yelled for him to come back for and I.D..
Derek walked past the bathrooms, the main lockers only pausing a second to take in the smell of Amy's locker.
Derek jogged down the stairs and slowed down by the men's locker room, taking in a deep breath to try to smell the pungent smell. Derek smiled humbly as he raced past the hallway and ripped the doorknob off the door of the boiler room.
"Help! Help!" screamed Michael as he heard the door open. His jet black hair was sweaty and hung to his face, his cheeks were damp from the humidity in the room and his close stuck to him, dripping with perspiration. And the blindfold over his face looked like it had been dunked in a bucket of water. Michael was slouched across the floor, the only thing holding him up was the fact that his hands were tied up on one of the pools radiating heat into the school.
Derek growled and Michael's pleas stopped.
Derek didn't have to have heightened senses to see that Michael was scared. He visibly stiffened and Derek smelled amonia.
"Please, please don't hurt me!" Michael whimpered.
Derek smiled and ripped the blindfold off of Michael's face.
"Oh no..." Michael whispered.
"Oh yes." Derek let Michael have a peek at his gleaming teeth as he grabbed him by the collar and shoved him against the wall.
"I was given information of the fact that you touched Amy today."
Michael tried to grin, "Everybody's always touching somebody in high school, right? The hallways are packed with students and-"
Derek frowned and slammed Michael into the wall again, making his spine vibrate with the force of the hit, "I don't think you understand what kind of touching that I'm talking about."
"It was f- f- friendly." Michael muttered.
"It was unwanted." growled Derek.
"What do you have to do with Amy anymore Derek?" Michael grinned like a Cheshire cat, "I thought she broke up with you."
Derek threw Michael into the wall again and Michael groaned, his smile leaving his face.
"That is still under discussion."
Michael looked up from the floor, his wrists red from the ties around his arm, "I think that you and Amy are on different pages when it comes to the break-up."
"I think that you're not getting the fact that you're on the ground, tied up and I'm above you... angry." Michael shrugged and Derek smiled at the pain that flowed out of his body as he did so, "I have to go now," Derek looked at Michael's squirming body, "Before the Alpha's set fire to the school."
Derek turned away but smelled the fear that came off of Michael.
"What?" Michael screamed, "You can't leave me here like this! Derek, Derek please!"
Derek shrugged and walked out of the room. Ignoring Michael's screams as he exited the school and into the harsh wind reprimanding him for leaving the boy.
A/N: Okay, voila! What do you think? PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE review! Okay, Im sorry that I'm not uploading as often, it's just that school and dance are getting really hard to juggle sometimes but here it is!
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OH MY GOD! SO, THE TEEN WOLF CASTING CAME OUT AND OH MY GOD! I GOT ONE NAME RIGHT IN THE ALPHA PACK AND I THINK THAT I AM GOING TO DIE BECAUSE ONE OF MY FOLLOWERS TOLD ME AND A BUNCH OF YOU PM'D ME ASKING ME HOW I KNEW BUT I HONEST TO GOD, DID NOT KNOW! AND I AM JUST SO FLIPPIPN' EXCITED THAT I GOT ONE NAME RIGHT AND I AM JUST- OH MY GODS! I CANNOT BREATH! AND HIS NAME IS MAX AND THERE ARE TWINS AS WELL AND I AM JUST CRYING BECAUSE I WAS NOT AWARE OF THIS BEFORE I THOUGHT OF THE ALPHA PACK AND THIS MEANS THAT MY BRAIN WORKS SOMEWHAT SIMILAIRLY LIKE JEFF DAVIS AND I AM JUST OH MY GOSH, I AM GOING TO CRY!