"We're here," Derek said when we pulled up to a apartment.


I got out of the car, and he followed. We walked up the cement stairs, and into the building. It was definitely a cheap place. It made me wonder why Derek Hale would choose something so... run down, when he drove a camaro. I didn't question it though.

When we reached door B3 Derek dug into his pocket, and found a key. He jammed it into the paint chipped door. The door swung open with a creak. Inside it wasn't nearly as bad. Thankfully.

The walls were a light cream color, and according to Derek there was only one room, his room. The kitchen was cheap, there was no table, and in the living room there was a double cushion blue couch.

The couch was the only thing different about the apartment. It was the only thing that let you know someone was living there, because quite honestly it looked very unlived in. Probably because Derek spent all of his time tracking the alpha, or suffering the presence of me.

He took off his jacket, and threw it onto the table. I copied him, but threw my good arm up in surrender when he turned to glare at me.

"So this is where you've been living," I tried to break the awkward silence.

Derek chucked something small at me. I caught it in instinct. I opened my palm to find a set of keys.

"What are th-,"

"They are to my apartment," he cut me off.

"You are giving me your keys," I asked surprise by him.

"Don't think that this means I like you as a person," he barked.

Again I threw my hand up.

"You're just about the only person I can trust," Derek said after.

Derek trusted me. That was surprising to say the least. I knew he didn't have anyone left in his life to lean on. So it kind of made me feel special for a moment. But that moment was short lived.

Derek turned back around so his back was facing me, and he walked off. I ran my hair through my hair, and untangled it with my fingers. I had been doing that a lot lately. I remembered when my grandpa Lupine would say 'You keep doing that your hair is gonna fall out! Then you'll be a bald wolf,' then he would laugh. He was bald, but I had only seen him in his wolf form once, and he was no where near bald.

I missed him a lot. Just like I missed my real mom, and my dad. I knew he was still there. He just wasn't there for me anymore. Not like he used to be.

I walked over to the dark blue couch. It wasn't too big, but it was big enough for me to squeeze on and sleep.

I sat down, and my shoulders slouched over. My phone began to buzz in my pocket. I pulled my basic razor out of my sweat pants, and flipped it open. It was a text from Lydia.

It read: Want to hang out 2morrow with me and Allison. I can introduce you to all of the Hot lacrosse players. ~ Lydia.

I smiled at the screen, but texted her back.

:Sure sounds fun. See you tomorrow.

Lydia was pretty cool, and she was going to make high school so much easier to get by in. Especially with all the alpha drama. People respected her, and as long as I was her friend they would leave me alone.
I curled up on the couch, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

"He's here," I squealed while running down the large stair case.

My dad laughed at me, then gave me a big hug.

"Can't breathe," I gasped out.

I had a huge grin on my face when I left the house. He was there waiting for me. Jason my boyfriend was waiting in his car. I ran over to the vehicle, and jumped in.

I leaned over the console, and gave him a quick peck. I leaned back just in time to see him smirking. His light brown hair was perfectly styled, and his outfit was a simple V-neck tee with dark wash jeans. He looked perfect.

"You look nice," I blushed, and looked down at my calloused hands.

"Thanks," he grinned, and took off down the road.

I had dressed up for him. I wore a tank top with my brown leather jacket, and skinny wranglers. I had made sure every article of clothing hugged my curved figure. I had dressed up hot for him it's wasn't like I had to dress up for a classy dinner. We were going to a small party for the end of the summer. I was excited that Jason was taking me.

We pulled up near the opening of the familiar forest I knew like the back of my hand. We got out, and he held my hand. Jason, and I walked into it, and soon I could here the loud music, and I could smell the alcohol.

I looked at Jason in worry. He had his usual smirk plastered onto his face. It relaxed me a little, but I couldn't help the horrible felling I had in my gut.

When we reached the party a plastic cup of alcohol was immediately pushed into my hands. Jason too.

"Jason I don't drink you know that," I tried to tell him.

"Come on babe, live a little, have some fun!" He took a big long swig from his.

Jason looked at me, waiting for me to drink it. I raised it up to my lips, and took a little sip. It tasted bitter, and disgusting, but I swallowed anyway.

Soon after that Jason was wasted. Completely wasted. He pulled me to the middle of the crowd, and we began to dance. It wasn't like he normally did. He was touching me everywhere. He never did that.

Jason pulled me to the side, and we walked further into the forest. We walked until we were alone, and before I knew it he had me pressed up against the tree. Jason began kissing me hungrily. Like I was going to leave him any second. I kissed him back.

We had kissed like this before, but he knew my limits, so it was no problem because we stopped before anything else happened. That wasn't the case this time.

He left my lips, and he began sucking on my neck. I leaned my head to the side, and tried to give him more access. I moaned a little when he hit my sweet spot. He started pulling at my jacket. I grabbed his hand with a loose hold.

"Stop. Stop Jason. You are drunk, and I'm not ready for this," I tried reasoning. He didn't listen.

Before I knew it my jacket was on the ground, and my tank top was too. Only my leopard print bra was covering my upper body. I began to panic.

Why wasn't he stopping. He knew me, he knew my limits. So why was he continuing.

He inched his hand towards my chest. I grabbed his hand again, and stopped him.

"Stop. Please Stop," I began to beg.

I didn't want to have to hurt him. I cared about him so much. If this continued I would have to hurt him, and it would be over. Everything with him would be gone. No more movie dates. No cheering for him in his football games. No more late night sneak outs. Where we would pull the rebellious teenage move like everyone else our age.

A tear rolled down my face as he tried to unclasp my bra.

"Stop it now Jason," he looked into my eyes, and all I saw was drunken anger. He reached out, and slapped me. It didn't hurt, but the fact he laid a hand on me like that pissed me off, and it got my wolf going too.

"You're going to do this for me because you and I both know if we break up no one else is going to date your ugly ass. The late night hookups with Shelby aren't cutting it." he slurred.

Jason was angry. But so was I. He had a feral look painted onto his face. His blonde hair swept over his blue eyes.

"Late night hook ups! With Shelby? You've been cheating on me," I was yelled.

He forced his lips onto mine, and tried to shove his tongue down my throat. Jason reached down for my pants, but I was done. Done letting him get his way.

I bit his tongue, and pushed him off me. The metallic taste in my mouth let me know I got him good. He yelped, and grabbed his mouth.

"You bitch!" He exclaimed.

When he looked up to me he gasped. I heard his heart beat rise.

"Your eyes," he shook out.

My wolf was in control, and just like that I shifted right in front of him.

He was stricken with fear.

A growl came deep with in my throat. I crouched low, and the lunged for him.


This is a really short chapter, but still really important.

Did anyone watch the season premier of teen wolf? If you haven't it is AMAZING! but anyway

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