Hey guys! Thanks so much for all the love and reviews! Really it means so much to me that people actually care about the things I write, and I love all of you!
So, the winner of my little number draw is…..Egyptian Kiss! My dad picked the number 4, and she was the fourth review alert in my email inbox.
And she chose an OC, who may or may not appear in some other chapters. Depends on how you guys react to her :]
But, seriously, I think you're ALL winners! And I'm hoping I get the opportunity to do some more of these contests, 'cause they're fun!
Amy smiled when she woke up on Sunday morning. Her neck was slightly sore, but that did nothing to upset her mood. Smiling brightly she hummed as she skipped down the stairs and into the kitchen. She had pulled her hair into a high bun and was humming an upbeat song as she made herself a cup of coffee.
Rose walked in, rubbing her eyes and mumbling,
"Why are you awake? All normal teenagers are asleep right now. I should have to drag you out of bed, not…oh. You made coffee." Amy nodded and handed Rose a cup as she sat at the table, stirring the cream into hers absentmindedly. Rose sat opposite her and smiled saying,
"So, how was your date? Judging from the giant smile on your face and the hickey on your neck I'd say it went pretty well." Amy nodded and said,
"Yeah, it was amazing. He was so cool, and a total gentleman too." Rose nodded and said,
"Good, I'm glad. You deserve to have fun for once. You've had to grow up way before you were supposed to. You're seventeen, and sometimes you act like you're seventy. You deserve this, and I'm happy that you're happy." Amy nodded and said,
"I'm gonna go get some homework done. I'll be in my room if you need me." Rose nodded and sipped her coffee, turning a page of the paper slowly.
Once she was in her room she placed her coffee mug on her desk and pulled out a box full of newspaper clippings. Sighing softly she took the cover off and shuffled through them, feeling tears well in her eyes as she did. One had a picture of a man and a woman with two teenaged girls standing in front of them smiling softly. The headline read,
"Murder, Suicide of City hero and family." She dropped the clipping and picked up another one. This piece had a picture of a boy; about 16 years old, with the caption, "Roger Blake, 16, committed a Murder, Suicide of the Powers family of Manhattan late Wednesday afternoon. Vigil to be held on Saturday morning." She dropped the clippings back in the box and wiped away the tears that had pooled in her eyes and started seeping down her cheeks.
She sat there, and held her face in her hands, crying softly. She was so out of it she barely even heard her door open. A hand perched itself on her shoulder and she looked to see Jason, gazing at the open box of newspaper clippings. He sighed and said softly,
"Why are you looking at these things? You shouldn't even have them." With tears in her eyes she looked up and said,
"Because, it was my fault. It's my fault that they're gone." Jason pulled her up and held her tight to his chest, making soft noises and saying,
"No Amy. It wasn't your fault. No one knew that was going to happen. It just did, and you have to stop blaming yourself for it." She shook her head and looked up saying,
"You know how mom felt about Roger. And that she didn't want me around him. If I had listened to her then maybe-" Jason cut her off saying,
"No. Don't think like that. Please Amy; you know it was something we couldn't control." Tear still leaking out her eyes she inhaled thickly and whispered,
"My fault." Jason shook his head and crushed her to his chest for a moment before shaking his head and,
"Take your medicine Amy, and please relax." She nodded and went over to her bedside table, pulling out a small bottle of pills. Reading the directions she took one out, and stared at the small white sphere before popping it in her mouth and swallowing it with a gulp of coffee.
It took about ten minutes, but the effects took Amy into a heavy stupor, lying on her bed, and finally falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.
she drove to school on Monday morning she stopped by her locker to pick up her history book. As she did she heard Stiles and Scott approaching and stop at her locker. She glared at them and Scott spoke up saying,
"Amy, we're really sorry about messing up your date with Derek." He elbowed Stiles and Stiles glared at him before saying,
"Who's 'we'? You got a mouse in your pocket or something? I'm not sorry at all. That guy is bad news Amy, and you should stay away from him." Amy nodded her head and said,
"And that is why Scott is on my 'less then shit list, but still my shit list' and why you, Stiles, are still on my 'full blown shit list'. And if you do it again, I won't hesitate to punch you where the sun don't shine. Got it?" They both nodded and Amy walked in the opposite direction to her first period.
The day dragged, until lunch came, when Amy took her usual seat next to Lydia, across from Allison. Scott was next to Allison, with Stiles next to him. Jackson came over and looked at the three teens sitting on the bench and looked at Stiles saying,
"Move. I want to sit here." Stiles looked up at Jackson and sighed, getting ready to move until Amy said,
"Hang on a second. What gives you the right to tell Stiles to move? There's an open spot right next to Lydia." Jackson's mouth dropped open and he sad,
"Seriously? You're going to defend this guy? He's a total pain in the ass. So is McCall." Amy stood and growled out,
"Yeah, you're right. They are total pains in the ass. But they're pains in my ass, so back off." Jackson and Amy had a small stare-down for a moment before he dropped his gaze and walked to the other side of the table, sitting next to Lydia.
Stiles and Scott looked at Amy and she shrugged saying,
"You guys might be major pains, but you're still my friends. And no one messes with my friends." They nodded and smiled at her. Even though they were having issues they were still her friends, and she wouldn't tolerate anyone talking to her friends that way.
The rest of the day passed quickly until she got home when she was sitting at the table doing her algebra homework when the phone rang. She jumped up and answered it saying,
"Hello?" The voice on the other end made her smile instantly. It was Derek,
"Hey, is Amy there?" She smiled and said,
"This is she. Hey Derek." She could almost see his smile as he said,
"Hey Amy. Uh, I was wondering if you wanted to maybe go out this week." She smiled and sat down, balancing the phone between her ear and shoulder as she said,
"Yeah, I'm off work on Wednesday and Thursday. Whadda you want to do?" He chuckled and said,
"Do you, uh, do you wanna go bowling on Wednesday?" She smiled and said,
"Yeah sure. Bowling sounds great. I'll see you Wednesday, okay?" He sighed and said,
"Bye." Amy smiled down at her phone and went back to her math.
Wednesday made its appearance quickly, and Amy stood in front of her closet looking in, thinking that the perfect outfit would jump out and put itself on. Rose knocked and came in saying,
"Hey girl. What's up?" Amy sighed and said,
"I'm trying to think of what to wear. What do you wear on a second date that says 'classy, but also available.'?" Rose laughed and picked out a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, a purple tank top with a dark gray button up. Amy smiled as she put it on saying,
"God, why didn't I ask you sooner? It would've saved me a huge headache." The older woman shrugged and smiled, watching Amy put on her make-up as she said,
"So, when are we going to officially meet this guy? Like as a boyfriend?" Amy snorted and started brushing her hair as she said,
"It's only our second date. You guys aren't meeting him and possibly scaring him away until at least the third. We're not official yet." Rose laughed and Amy heard the purr of the Camaro pull up and smiled saying,
"That's me. I'll call, don't worry." She ran downstairs and pulled open the door when it was knocked on, smiling when she saw him. He was wearing a tan long-sleeve shirt and dark jeans, looked totally amazing. He smirked and held out his hand for her, chuckling when she took it and let him lead the way to his car.
He shut her door softly and when he got in and started driving she said,
'So, what's up?" He shrugged and said,
"Nothing much. How about you? How's school?" She smiled at the question. He seemed genuinely interested in what she had to say. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear she said,
"It's school. I have a history paper that's due on Friday that I should probably start." He laughed and she looked at his radio and CDs before saying,
"Do you mind if I out something on? You've got a lot of CDs." He nodded and said,
"Sure. There's some mix tapes in the glove department. I've honestly got no clue what's on them though. I made them a few years ago." She nodded and picked a CD at random, pushing it into the player. After a second or two the sound of John Mayer came through the stereo and she smiled turning to him and saying,
"You like John Mayer?" She could see the slight color in his cheeks as he nodded and said,
"Yes. He's a great artist." She nodded and kept on flipping through the songs finally settling on another John Mayer song. The lyrics filled the space between and Amy gulped as she listened to them,
Young and full of running
Tell me where has that taken me?
Just a great figure eight or a tiny infinity?
Love is really nothing
But a dream that keeps waking me,
For all of my trying
We still end up dying, how can it be?
Don't say a word just come over and lie here with me,
'Cause I'm just about to set fire to everything I see,
I want you so bad, I'll go back on the things I believed,
There I just said it, I'm scared you'll forget about me.
So young and full of running, all the way to the edge of desire
Steady my breathing, silently screaming,
"I have to have you now"
Wired and I'm tired
Think I'll sleep in my clothes on the floor
Maybe this mattress will spin on its axis and find me on yours
Don't say a word just come over and lie here with me
'Cause I'm just about to set fire to everything I see
I want you so bad I'll go back on the things I believe
There I just said it, I'm scared you'll forget about me
Don't say a word just come over and lie here with me
'Cause I'm just about to set fire to everything I see
I want you so bad I'll go back on the things I believe
There I just said it, I'm scared you'll forget about me.
She looked over at Derek and was surprised to see his face relaxed and his demeanor very calm. Her cheeks were flaming red, and she could feel the heat in her face. After about ten minutes they arrived at the bowling alley, Derek coming around to open Amy's door for her.
She smiled as she kept her hand in his, pulling him close as she shut her door. Locking her hands behind his head she pulled him down and pressed her lips to his softly. Hearing his soft groan made her smile as she pulled away and watched him say,
"What was that for?" She smiled and intertwined their fingers as she said,
"Well, my brother was watching us leave earlier, and I didn't want us to get in a car crash or anything." He smiled again and pulled her closer, pressing their mouths together as they leaned on his car. His fingers brushed her cheek softly as he said,
"Come on, we've got some bowling to do. And I don't know about you, but I'm pretty good at it." She stuck her tongue out and said,
"Well, I bet I'm better." He laughed and started walking inside, pulling out a bill to pay for their game. She picked out her shoes and started tying them as he punched in their names on the screen. She went first and got a 6, and then a 3. He laughed and stood, getting a strike with ease. Her mouth dropped open as she mumbled,
"Well fine, I guess you're pretty good." He smirked and gestured to the lane for her to go. She scowled playfully and went again. After about an hour they had played two games (he had beaten her both times) and she was hungry. She sighed and said,
"I'm gonna go order some food. I'll be back, okay?" He sat down and nodded, watching her walk to the snack bar. Once she was there she waved down someone behind the counter and recognized the girl who came up. She was in Amy's English class, Caitlin was her name.
She was a few inches taller than Amy, with curves in all the right places. Her eyes were the brightest shade of green, and at first Amy had thought they were contact lenses. Her hair was long, naturally straight and black, with dark blue streaks in it. Currently it was pulled into a high ponytail as she came up and said,
"Oh, hey Amy. What's up?" Amy shrugged and said,
"Nothing much Caitlin. Can I get two burgers and two Cokes?" Caitlin nodded and said,
"Sure, I'll bring that over. Should only be about ten minutes." Amy nodded and paid, walking back over to Derek and smiling at him. He smirked and said,
"So, where were those mad bowling skills you bragged about? 'Cause I'm pretty sure I beat you both games." Amy stuck her tongue out and said,
"Yeah, I was letting you win. I didn't wanna emasculate you by wiping the floor with you or anything." He chuckled and said,
"I'm sure that's what happened." She smiled and looked up as she saw Caitlin walking over with their food. She put the burgers down and said,
"Is that al-" She cut off when she saw Derek, giggling and saying,
"Oh, hi. I'm Caitlin." Derek nodded and said,
"Hello." Caitlin smiled widely and said,
"Do you go to our school? I've never seen you before." Derek shook his head and Caitlin pulled out her writing pad and a pen saying,
"Well, my shift gets lets off in about ten minutes. Do you wanna hang out?" Usually Amy was a very patient person, but she was on a date for Christ's sake! Gritting her teeth she growled out as civilly as she could manage (which wasn't very much),
"No Caitlin, he doesn't wasn't to hang out with you later." Looking over at the taller girl said,
"And why not?" Narrowing her eyes and flaring her nostrils Amy said,
"Because he's my boyfriend, that's why." The other girl blinked and blushed as she stuttered,
"Oh, well I-I didn't know. I'll, uh; I'll see you at school Amy." She watched the other girl walk off, crestfallen, and returned her attention to Derek who was eating a French fry and watching her intently. Swallowing his food he said,
"Boyfriend, huh?" Amy made a face and said,
"God, I'm sorry. You don't have to be my boyfriend if you don't want to. Unless of course you want to, in which case that'd be-" Derek cut her off by cupping her chin and pulling her in for a small kiss. Pulling away he smiled and said,
"Yes, I want to." She smiled widely and said,
"Cool." He smirked and turned back to his food. She did too, eating about half of her burger. Afterwards she checked her phone and said,
"So, what do you wanna do now?" Derek sighed and said,
"Do you wanna come back to my apartment?" Amy bit her lip and said,
"Uh, sure. Why not?" He smiled and reached for her hand, letting her pull him out to the car. He drove to his apartment, almost ten minutes away, and Amy could feel her heart thumping in her chest. Did he want her to have sex with him? Did he expect her too?
Sure, she liked him; a lot. But that didn't mean she was going to throw everything she believed in out the window. She wasn't easy, and he was going to learn that really quick if that was the only thing he wanted.
He pulled into a spot and got out, opening her door for her and leading her to the elevator inside the building. She leaned against him as they went up to the 7th floor. When he opened the door she looked at her phone and said
"I can only stay for like 45 minutes. I have a curfew." He nodded and she looked around saying,
"This place is really nice." She walked over to his couch and sat, patting the seat next to her. He sat and she turned to him smiling as she said,
"So, whats up?" He smirked and said,
"I think you know." He placed his hand on her cheek and pulled her closer to him, pressing their lips together. She sighed softly, and melted into his kiss, allowing him to pull her onto his lap. He smirked when she moaned, letting their tongues clash together softly, as his hands came up to start unbuttoning her shirt.
Pulling away from him she watched as he pulled the over shirt off and drop it to the side, hands holding her hips lightly. Before she moved closer to him she looked in his eye and said,
"I'm not having sex with you." He nodded and said,
"I wasn't going to ask you to. I respect you too much to do that." She nodded and moved her hands to the back of his head, fingers weaving through his hair lightly. His mouth moved to her neck, sucking and biting down softly, leaving another hickey on the opposite side as the first one.
Smirking she moved her hands down his abdomen and played with the hem of his shirt, looking at him with questioning eyes. He smirked and nodded, continuing his movements on her collarbone.
Amt almost moaned when she saw his torso. He was, to say the very least, cut. She bit her lip as her hands slid up and down his defined chest, feeling the grooves and divots of his muscles.
Their mouths connected again, and she felt his hands slid into her hair, securing her face to his. When it became necessary to breathe again she pulled away and moved to his neck, sucking and biting down, satisfied when she saw a dark mark blooming there.
After about ten minutes she pulled away and leaned back saying,
"I should probably go. I have school tomorrow." She untangled herself from him and stood, pulling her shirt back on. He stood as well, shrugging into his shirt and pulling open his door for her. They drove in relative silence, until he brought her back to her house.
Walking up to her porch he said,
"So, I'll text you tomorrow or something. Okay?" Amy nodded and smiled, pulling him in again for another kiss. He pulled away too quickly for her taste and waved, walking back to his car and driving away. She sighed and went inside, walking up to her room and changing into her pajama's.
Climbing into bed she smiled, looking out her window at the crescent moon. Biting her lip she closed her eyes and hugged her pillow to her chest, trying to drift to sleep.
Nuggets, I'm sorry that this took so long for me to post! But that bitch Mother Nature decided to flood my basement with almost a foot of water and that's what I've been taking care of for the better part of the week.
This was long and I hoped you like it! So, I'm thinking the Caitlin will be in at least one more chapter, maybe more (depends on what you guys think of her!)
And dun. Dun. DUN. We finally figured out who the crap Roger is. Don't worry, more on that whole situation in the next chapter! Promise!
Yeah for Derek and Amy sexytimes! I've told a few reviewers who have asked that yes, I am thinking about( and probably going to) make a separate collection of deleted scenes from this story that are the M rated counterparts in here.
I wanted to say that, cause I don't want to up the rating for this, and I don't want some of my younger readers to stop reading cause of said smut.
Any-whoser-ma-gooser. Reviews=LOVE, and I'm a review whore, so leave me one. I don't care if it's a flame; I just want to know what you think. Also, if you have a suggestion, tell me! Because, contrary to popular belief some writer's actually take suggestions that reviewers give them!
Okay, I'm finished ranting!
~shannon
xoxo