I find myself in a very precarious position.

I'm talking, balancing on a tripwire precarious.

That's right, tripwire precarious.

See, right now Stiles is trying to talk to me.

And I'm trying very hard not to talk to him.

Also, I don't particularly want to talk to Scott… Or Lydia or Jackson or, well, pretty much anyone.

Why?

Well. There's the fact that my actions could create unforeseeable changes to the future.

Hence- Damnit Stiles!

Why the hell are you sitting next to me?

I thought you were still avoiding me like the plague!

But apparently I've been cured or something, because you keep looking at me.

"Elle," Oh no now he's whispering to me. "Elle. Pshht- Elle. Over here."

I can do this.

Just don't look at Stiles.

Don't look at Stiles.

Stiles Stilinski, one of my favourite characters.

Who is now a real person.

And trying to get my attention.

Well, nope. I can't resist.

"What?" Oops. Maybe that was a bit too harsh.

He blinks. "Are you okay?

No.

I'm definitely not okay.

I have suddenly been placed under way too much pressure.

"Yeah," well he obviously doesn't believe my lie. "I mean- I'm trying to figure out some things. So could you guys give me some space?"

Stiles blinks again. "I think space- Yeah? Space is overrated. I think right now you need to open your mouth and start blabbing about whatever is bothering you."

Ah shoot.

He's concerned.

I don't think I can handle this.

But I have to.

At least until I can talk to Angel boy again.

"Please Stiles?" Aw jeez could his honey eyes be any sadder? "Please."

He eyes me a moment before sighing and turning back to his work.

Yes! Crisis averted.

Now to just… focus on class.

Just until lunch.

Then I can focus on my… plan.

MWAHAHA- Ehm.

It's not an evil plan I swear.

Right.

Work.

Writing.

With my new Disney pen.

This one has Ariel on it.

I love Ariel.

Almost as much as Cinderella.

Wait! Is that the bell I hear?

Perfect!

Now, to quickly get through my class with Allison and I'll be good.

As good as a milkshake on a hot day.

Mmm, milkshake.

I like the strawberry ones to be honest.

No offence all you vanilla lovers.

And you caramel huggers.

But I have no sympathy for those who like chocolate.

Sorry.

Wait.

Is that another bell?

Did I seriously think about milkshakes through the entire lesson?

Oh well.

I'm totally cool with that.

As cool as a milkshake.

Heh.

Bet you weren't expecting that…

"Hello person on the phone! I was wondering what time you're open to."

There was a muffled reply. "We're here 'till nine."

"Nine at night? Awesome. Thanks a bundle dude!"

Perfect!

Aw yeah this was going to be great.

So great, better than a hot fudge sundae.

Ha! You thought I was going to say milkshake right?

Well you were wrong!

Now, to just search up some things on my nifty phone.

Hmm, I don't think I'll have time to eat lunch.

Dang.

Oh well! It'll be worth it.

Now…To avoid Scott's locker.

Wait.

Argh I'm an idiot!

Allison and Scott ditched today-

Damn I completely forgot her birthday.

*Sigh.*

I can make it up to her eventually.

Shiznets, is that the bell already?

Yup. Poor belly, you aren't going to be getting any food today.

Not at least for another few hours.

Alright. Avoid Lydia.

No matter what the cost.

If I have to kill her-

Oops, getting a bit dramatic there.

Ehm.

OH NO SHE'S LOOKING AT ME!

Quick! Look away.

Did she see me?

Oh of course she saw me.

But she can't do anything about it. I'm sitting way up at the front.

Oops, maybe that was a bad choice.

"Miss Willmont," No don't you dare ask me a question teacher! "Care to share your analysis of last night's text for the class?"

Well.

At least I did my homework.

Gross, I hate talking in front of people.

Yes! Done.

And the teacher seems pleased by my work.

Hell's yeah, I deserve a raise.

Can you even get raises for school?

I certainly wouldn't know.

Well it doesn't matter much now, because it's finally time for my last class.

Okay, please don't let Stiles sit near me.

I really doubt, given his curiosity, Stiles would still be willing to give me more time.

Right, he's sitting at the back, guess I'm sitting at the front again.

Oh geez is he staring at my back?

I feel like I am getting stared at.

*Shudder.*

I hate being stared at.

Wait.

Stiles isn't staring at me.

Jackson is.

Hmm.

I wonder why?

Oh well! I hear the bell!

Right, time to see if Derek's going to pick me up.

I've got my Bo, my bag and… Aha! My money.

And yay!

Derek's here!

I may just be able to stop Kate from torturing him after all.

It was really hard to tell how much time had passed during the show.

For all I knew he could have been confronted during the day rather than in the afternoon.

Ah damn, look at him rolling down that window.

OH DEAR G- HE'S WEARING SUNGLASSES!

AND A LEATHER JACKET!

I CANNOT HANDLE THIS.

"Hey," And great mother of penguin the mass of sexiness himself is talking to me. "How'd it go?"

Oh my dear pile of cheesecake.

He's asking me how my day went.

*Swoon.*

So much swooning.

Please don't fangasm.

Now really isn't the time brain.

Okay I can totally keep my composure. I just have to slide into the passenger seat and all will be good. "Hello Derek," No voice, please don't squeak. "I mean – Hi. Yeah – Hi, that's better."

Smooth.

I am unbelievably smooth.

Not even penguins are smoother than me.

And those freaky birds are insanely smooth.

"I see you still you still haven't gotten used to the male gender," Derek said with a glare.

Although it's hard to tell that he's glaring.

Considering he's wearing shades.

"Oh pish posh Derek nobody gives a flying monkey," Damn he had me. He always freaking won I swear one day I was going to beat his ass. "We're going back to your place because it's about time I check to see if you're still using the Elmo sleeping bag I bought you."

Derek growled.

Well whatever grumpy wolf I'm not intimidated by you anymore.

"That's right," You're not the only one who can grin smugly. "I know you've been using it."

He suddenly stopped the car, pulling to the side of the road.

OW! Seatbelts hurt.

Like, a lot.

Great. Now he's glaring at me.

He's taking the shades off.

No! Keep them on!

OH G- THIS IS SO MUCH WORSE!

I'M SO CONFLICTED.

CONFLICTED.

Half of me is admiring his beautiful eyes and the other half is wanting to wet its pants.

"Um. Derek?"

Nope.

He's still glaring.

Why?

"Derek you're really freaking me out."

He glared.

SERIOUSLY MY HEART IS GOING TO EXPLODE.

I cannot handle this!

Yes! He stopped.

Oh, now he's smirking.

"Let me guess, you were trying to prove a point? That you can still scare me?"

My G- Is he actually going to laugh?

If he laughs right now I swear to penguin king-

"It worked, didn't it?" He held my gaze. "Now what's this about a sleeping bag?"

WHY IS HE SO TERRIFYING?

He's just staring at me!

But it's so scary!

And kind of turning me-

Nope.

Don't go there brain.

There's far to many problems in my life already.

"N-Nothing. Nope. No sleeping bag. Huh, what's a sleeping bag? You gone crazy or something? Because I'm pretty sure there's no such thing a sleeping bag. Or Elmo-" He growled. "I mean- Nope. No I don't know anything."

His lips pulled up slightly, revealing a half-grin of satisfaction.

Well at least it isn't a WHOLE smile.

"Good," Oh yeah now you can act all perky and cheerful. "Now. Aren't you grounded?"

And now he's worried about getting me in trouble?

"Yeah, but Ma's lightened it a bit. As long as I'm home before ten I should be alright."

Damn my voice is still shaking.

Stop shaking.

Derek nodded and started the car again.

Finally!

He isn't facing me anymore.

"So what's your plan for this afternoon?" It's so cold in here. I guess because of the werewolf powers it's hard for Derek to tell that the air conditioner is on too high. "I don't really know how you spend your time."

His eyes flickered towards mine for a moment. Oh crap, maybe I shouldn't have asked- "Training. Searching. You're not going to have a very exciting afternoon."

Pfft, Derek if only you knew…

"That's actually something I've been looking forward too. These past few weeks have been insane," Hmm. Derek really needed to move, the house looked so awful from the outside. "Just a nice relaxing afternoon of-" Watching Derek do push ups shirtless "- homework and hanging out."

Derek quirked a brow.

OH MY G- Did he seriously hear my lie?

It wasn't even a lie!

I just-

ARGH!

"Okay maybe I won't be doing much homework. But you get the point."

He continued to glare.

"Just- Just shut up!"

Great. I'm so freaking smooth.

*Sigh.*

Oh thank G- We've finally stopped driving.

Now I can escape!

Hey look! He's completely destroyed my Barbie dollhouse.

I spent like, forty bucks on that!

And he ripped up the dress up doll I bought him too.

But wait-

Wait.

OH MY FREAKING G-

"It's not what it looks like."

Derek looked over my shoulder.

"Seriously, I just haven't gotten around to burning it yet."

HE KEPT IT!

He kept the Elmo sleeping bag!

"I- I'm not even going to make fun of you," Crap. I might just shed a tear. "This is truly the most amazing thing I have ever witnessed."

He grunted.

Sure go off and be all manly by taking off your shirt and starting to do pull-ups.

You can do all the shirtless pull-ups you want but I'm not ever going to forget you use an Elmo sleeping bag.

Even shirtless push-ups aren't going to change my opinion of you.

Wait.

Wait.

What did I just…?

Oh.

Right.

Derek Hale-

Doing-

Shirtless-

Push-ups.

"Um."

He's shirtless.

There is a distinct lack of shirts.

But an excessive amount of muscles and-

ARGH! I need to stop looking.

It's rude.

And perverted.

And stalkerish.

And- Oh dear lord he's facing me.

"Problem?"

Nope.

No problem here.

Please keep working out, preferably without your shirt.

"Ehm- Ah- D- Do you have a table I can work on?"

He licked his lips.

Oh lord he totally knows I'm freaking out again.

Derek lifts his hands-

Don't look at his gorgeous muscles.

-And points towards the table a few feet behind me.

Oh.

"Right," *Cue nervous chuckle.*

He rolls his eyes and turns back to his pull-ups.

Yeah you do that.

Hmm, my phones beeping.

From Angel Boy:

Don't do anything stupid- Like killing Kate.

I expect you to call me.

For fudgeth Saketh…

Oh hey, why isn't Derek moving anymore?

"Tullia," Crap. Kate's coming isn't she? "Hide upstairs."

Nope. No way mister.

His eyes flash blue. "Now!"

Um.

Right well! I best be hiding upstairs!

I'd prefer not to be mauled by an angry werewolf.

Argh, I wasn't going to like this was I?

"No one home," Damn they're inside already?

That means Kate is here.

Right here.

Stupid Angel boy.

Too bad he's right.

It'd be a bad idea for me to kill Kate.

Like on a scale of one to banana.

I'd have to go with pineapple. A pineapple level of bad.

"Oh he's here," Ew! Kate! *Shudder.* "He's just not feeling particularly hospitable."

Just watching the scene of Kate taunting Derek on television makes me sick.

And now I'm going to have to hear it for real.

"Maybe he's out burying a bone in the backyard."

Plus, I'd have to see Kate again in person.

To be honest that leader of penguins terrifies me.

"Really? A dog joke? We're going there, and that's the best you got? If you wanna provoke him, say something like, 'Too bad your sister 'bit it' before she had her first litter.'" OH THAT BITCH DID NOT JUST GO THERE! "Too bad she howled like a bitch when we cut her in half!"

Yeesh.

Derek's howl is terrifying.

Damn Kate for making him so angry.

Right, one thump.

Two thumps.

Sounds like that's my cue!

Now to sneak up behind that stupid Argent.

Geez, was that the shock? It sounded awful.

Crap I can hear Derek groaning.

My poor Derek.

"This one grew up in all the right places."

No bitch! Don't you dare lay a finger on him!

Right. Okay, now to just creep round behind you.

"I don't know whether to lick it-" This woman! She's ruffling all of my feathers. "Or kill it."

Now I can't forget to pull my mask on and hide my hair into my beanie.

Crap, I can see her.

And she's shocking him again.

Fuck!

"Nine hundred thousand volts," She's so sadistic. So evil. "You never were good with electricity were you? Or fire." Shit. I forgot she went there. "Which is why I'm going to let you in on a little secret."

Perfect. Now to just unclip my Bo.

Thank the lord I can't see Derek from this position.

I don't know how I would handle it.

Finally! Count down time!

Three.

"And well," Two. "Maybe we can help each other out."

One.

Surprise attack mother fu-

"No bitch. He can't help you," Bo are you ready? "But I can."

And boom.

Get hit in the face with a titanium stick bitch!

Oh my giblets that was insanely satisfying!

Alright! Time to drop the Bo and help Derek.

"Shit," He's so pale! "Derek. Derek she's down. Are you okay?"

His eyes flicker open as a round of violent trembles rolls through him. "T-Tullia."

"Yeah I'm right here," What kind of psychopath does this to a person that loved them? "We've got to get out of here. Can you walk?"

Derek's body continues to shake, but manages to lean on me.

If we can go slow…

Geez he's heavy!

Thank shiznets I've been training hard.

"Here," he grunts and slides a shuddering hand into his pocket. "You- You've got to drive."

Wow. He's letting me drive his car.

I'd be happy if I knew it was only because he couldn't.

"Right."

At least I can help him into his seat easily enough. Who knew his Camaro had such wide doors.

His eyes fall closed as I quickly click his seat belt into place.

Damn.

Not good.

He'll heal though. I know he will.

"Just hang tight alright? I'm taking you someplace nice," Lord knows he deserves a break.

Derek grunts and shifts his weight just as he trembles once more.

"Derek… Can- Can you talk?"

I'm not worried.

I swear.

"Tullia," he breathes out. "I- I told you to hide."

Ah crap.

Now I'm laughing.

Great.

This is seriously the best time to start laughing hysterically.

"Jesus Derek," His Camaro drives real nicely. "I'm glad you're okay."

He grunts and manages to sit upright.

"Yeah," he wipes at his mouth. "Thanks."

Huh.

Am I getting used to his thanks?

Is that a good or bad thing?

"I should have helped out sooner."

Derek glared.

Hey look! He's glaring again!

Wonderful.

"No. And don't do anything like that again or I'll rip you in half with my claws."

Wow.

That's a nice mental image.

"I can't promise you anything."

He glares.

Oh Derek looks way better now. He's got all his color back and he's not shaking anymore.

Werewolf healing powers FTW.

"We're here," Damn it's already pretty dark but we still have a few hours before it's pitch black.

Hopefully.

"Is this…"

Now, where did I put my bag?

Luckily I managed to bring it with me, and didn't leave it at the house.

"Okay, so take this-" I shove the blanket at his chest. "-And go find a nice spot to sit. I'll be right back."

No need to wait for a response.

"Hey," Aw isn't that cute? The door has a little bell on it. "I heard you sell chocolate swirl cheesecakes?"

That's right ladies and gentlemen.

Aren't I just the best planner ever?

I mean, I freaking planned for cheesecake.

"We do," Oh wow! It looks so yummy! "You were the one to send an email right? We've got everything ready."

Hmm. I wasn't sure if they'd get my message or not.

"Yeah. I'm Tullia, it's awesome to meet another person who knows how to make cheesecake."

The lady grins and steps into the bag.

When she returns she carries a large white box.

"Here you go," Dammit woman! Take my money! I have cheesecake to eat.

Right, smile and wave. "Thanks!"

Now, where the hell did Derek go?

Hmm, he actually picked a really good spot.

I can lean against the fence too.

"Cheesecake?" Derek asks as I open the box and hand him a plate.

Yummy cheesecake.

It has whipped cream puffs!

"Yup. You were supposed to buy me one. But instead I got you one. Now hurry and eat. We've got maybe an hour until it gets too dark to see."

Derek's eyes flash blue. "I think you're the one who's going to have any trouble."

Argh.

Show off.

"Eat the damn cake sourwolf."

He growls.

Time to feign innocence.

Now… where was I?

Oh right.

Cheesecake.

The first cheesecake I've had in weeks.

Let's just take a moment.

Thank you holy mother of penguins and the masters of the universe.

I'd also like to thank Mr. Cactus and my trusty Disney pen.

Yes!

Time to eat!

Cheesecake.

I can't actually believe I have a forkful of cheesecake.

It's just- the best thing.

Seriously.

I mean- Looking at it now. I could just imagine it's chocolate and vanilla goodness.

And then the whipped cream and crunchy biscuit topping.

Just- Yum.

And of course the cream cheese centre and the-

"You going to eat that?"

Oops.

In my musings I guess I forgot to eat it.

"H-Yeah. Obviously."

Right…

I've just got to place it in my mouth.

This is monumental.

It's a moment that should be written down in history.

Here we go!

Oh. My. LORD.

IT IS THE MOST DELICIOUS THING I HAVE EVER TASTED.

This cheesecake is like, receiving five newborn penguins as pets and then having seventeen crispy bacon strips for breakfast, combined!

Oops.

Did I just moan aloud?

"Here," Derek spoke up once I'd finished. "You've got some cream left on your face."

Ah! Is this going to be one of those awesome romance scene's where he wipes it off-

Or better yet, kisses it off and then-

Never mind.

Apparently there's a third unseen option.

He's giving me a napkin.

Well.

That'll do.

"Thanks," I grin. "Now. You finished?"

He nods, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.

"Great! I think you know what we're doing, it's pretty obvious. Although you being shirtless is an unfair-" And distracting "-Advantage."

He scoffs and stands up whilst I brush off my legs.

Right!

Now, let's see how Tullia does at basketball.

"You know how to play right?" Derek asks as he stretches out his arms.

I shrug. I'd played some basketball back in my… Universe. But I wasn't all that good. "Guess we'll find out. First to ten?"

Derek scoffs. "Please. I can beat that in a minute."

Hmm.

"Alright, what about if I tie both your legs together?" That would be hilarious! Derek wobbling around with his legs tied- Never mind. He's growling at me. "Okay! Okay jeez. Just- Just play. And no werewolf powers!"

He rolls his eyes but grabs the ball from my bag and starts dribbling.

Thank gibbletz for the shadows being cast onto the court. At least now half of his glorious torso is hidden. "Let's play then."

Damn.

Maybe this was a bad idea.

I mean- HOLY CRAB APPLES! He just sidestepped me and launched himself ten feet into the air! "Dammit, Derek!"

He glares, but his lip twitches.

Never mind.

This was the best idea I've ever had.

"Point one for me. Maybe I'll go for a three pointer next?"

Oh haha.

Show off.

At least I get to start with the basketball this time.

Simple enough right? Just dribble and run.

Hey! This isn't so hard, maybe I can-

Urgh crap. He just stole the ball from me.

Gosh darnit!

And he shot it from the- Uh- Whatever the outer circle thingy is.

"Four points. You start again."

Alright, maybe I stomped a little bit when I walked, but seriously. I'm not mad!

This time he's not even going to get close to the basketball.

Nope.

I'm going to just spin away from him, maybe throw in a few flips just to show off and-

For fudgeth saketh, he just took the ball from me again.

And now he's doing a slam dunk.

"Come on! That's got to be cheating or something. I mean there's no way you should be able to just steal the ball from me- no matter how much you love balls. Seriously!"

Derek walked up to me, tucking the basketball in the crook of his arm.

"The sad thing is that I'm not even trying."

PFFT!

"Yeah, sure, Mr. Slam dunking jerk face. I'm going to just cry myself to sleep right now. I'm not even remotely tall enough to reach a hoop and here you are doing backflips and somersaults."

Oh no.

No- No oh crap he's lifting me by the waist.

I'm going to die.

"Put the ball through the hoop."

Ohh. Ohh.

"Now this is definitely cheating," None the less, I still finally managed a slam dunk!

Derek let out a laugh. Just a short, little laugh.

But when I turned to him he was still smiling, and it wasn't even a teasing or smug one.

"It's not cheating if I already won, and the game is over."

Why you little…

"Now, see you're lucky I'm not all hung up on winning. Because right now I'd probably throw this basketball in your nuts and run."

Derek's smile widened. "Let me guess, you were the kind of kid who threw a monopoly board half way across the room if you lost?"

Urgh!

"No- Maybe-" Yes. Great, he's about to laugh at me again. "-Look! The point still stands, and I'm still holding the basket-"

And look at that, he's snatched it out of my hands again.

"Come on. We've still got cheesecake to finish."

DAMMIT! Why do people keep abusing my one weakness for food?

And cheesecake of all things?

Manipulative pony fairies.

"Hey, you know I was thinking-"

Derek glared. "You actually thought for once in your life?"

Ugh. "As I was saying- I was thinking at school today about how you need to help Scott with his training and- OH SHIT I HAVE A PARENT AND TEACHERS CONFERENCE TO GET TO!"

Crap! Where's his keys?

Quick! Don't forget to grab the cheesecake.

Derek rolled his eyes at me, but got up and brought my bag, basketball and blanket with him.

"You're okay if I borrow your car?"

He glares, but climbs into the passenger's seat.

"Ah yes! You're the best, Derek!"

He scoffs and pushes my bag into the backseat, pulling out a grey sweater as he does-

WAIT.

"You had a shirt in here?" I glared. "The entire time?"

Derek's lips twitches. "I forgot."

Argh!

Stupid Derek!

Stupid, stupid, sexy, Derek.

"Whatever. Just- Urgh just stop looking at me so I can focus on driving."

He stares for another moment before turning to look out the window.

Awesome.

Now.

To get to the school… I totally know the way.

I'm not lost.

Pfft.

"Left here," Derek speaks up.

NO!

He knew.

How did he know I was lost?

"Thanks," Way to wound my pride. "I'm sorry about this. I can't believe I forgot."

Derek's eyes flashed towards me for a moment before his lip quirked upwards.

"It's fine. I look forward to witnessing your mother's wrath again."

Oh for penguin's sake…

Hardy har har.

"Speaking of my Ma," Where was my phone? Ah here it is. "Mind texting her for me? Tell her I'm sorry I'm late."

Derek glares at the offered phone for a moment before rolling his eyes and snatching it up.

His fingers work away at the keyboard as I turn into the next street.

Nearly there.

I'm going to make it on time.

I hope…

"Done."

Wait.

Derek sounds abnormally amused.

More amused than usual.

Oh crap…

"What did you send her?"

He glares.

Don't you feign ignorance to me mister…

I'll drop a bucket of pineapples on your head.

"Exactly what you asked me too. I told her that you were sorry for running late."

Nope.

No he's definitely hiding something.

"I swear if I check my phone later and you told her I was off smuggling drugs I may have to take away your Elmo sleeping bag."

That is not the response I want.

I don't want you to just smirk Derek.

You should be crying!

I just totally humiliated you!

"Argh! Fine! I'll do worse- I'll take away all your leather jackets."

Aha!

Yes!

He's glaring!

Victory is mine-

ARGH!

"Did you just scratch my phone?" With those nasty werewolf claws that TOTALLY deserve a manicure.

He grins.

Friggin' grins!

"Don't ever threaten my jackets."

Oh and now he gives it back to me.

Well whatever!

I've got a meeting to go to.

"Hey wait! Hold on. You can't follow me in there."

Derek glances at the school, taking in the sight with a frown.

"I won't go in the room."

*Sigh.*

I don't have time for this.

"Okay, try not to let my Ma see you okay?"

Where the hell is Harris's room?

Next door?

Yes!

I hear my Ma!

"-Very worried for her attendance. But overall her grades are at a high A average. She's an attentive student when she wants to be, and always finished her assigned work before it's due."

My cue to get in there!

Hey- Wait. Where did Derek go?

Stupid werewolf ninja skills.

"Sorry I'm late," Oh jeez Ma don't give me that look.

Mr. Harris watches me for a moment before nodding. "Thank you for coming in Tullia. I wanted you here because I'm going to discuss something with both you and your mother."

Oh dear.

This didn't sound good.

"I'm sure you are aware of Tullia's friendship with both Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski-" Yup. I definitely did not like where this was going. "As I've already brought to your attention Miss. Willmont, my concern is that they will perhaps become a bad influence to Tullia."

HELL NO YOU DID NOT JUST GO THERE!

Stupid Harris and his vendetta against my friends.

My mother shifted in her seat. "I've known both boys for a long time Mr. Harris, so I hope you understand that I'm quite annoyed at your suggestion. Both Scott and Stiles are wonderful kids and I doubt they could ever be a bad influence.

OH DAMN!

Turnip-lady just burned his ass!

"I completely understand," Mr. Harris said. "But I thought I should warn you. Recently I've found both students rather distracted and having behavioural issues."

Ma's gaze narrowed. "Firstly, I believe that information is supposed to stay confidential. And secondly, I'm in charge of disciplining my daughter and I don't take too kindly to you insinuating that she shouldn't be acquainted with either Stiles or Scott. Finally, if there's nothing else you'll be wanting from us, I've got cases I need to work through tonight."

Oh my G- She's getting up!

SHE'S ACTUALLY LEAVING!

"Nice talking with you Mr. Harris," Quick! I don't want to be alone with him!

Damn Ma looks mad.

Hopefully not at me…

"Can you believe him? That teacher is a disgrace. If I had my way I would get his teaching license revoked," Ma hurried to dig through her purse, searching for her keys.

Damn. She's so awesome!

"I'm sorry about being late," Better get this out of the way.

Wait.

Why is she smiling at me?

"That was actually a stroke of luck. Had you arrived any sooner I wouldn't have been able to- Oh nevermind. Let's get home honey. It's late and I'm starving," she plucked open her car door.

Hey! There he is.

"One second Ma, I think I see Stiles."

She searched the parking lot, but I dashed off before she could stop me.

Where's he gone too now?

Maybe he's- OH CRAP SOMEONE'S GRABBING MY ARM!

Never mind.

"Hey Derek! You didn't hear any of that did you?"

The last thing I want is for Mr. Harris to have an angry werewolf on his tushie. Even if I REALLY DON'T LIKE HIM!

His eyes flickered, checking to see if anyone was watching us.

"Yes," he answered and he met my gaze. "And I think Harris was right."

HOLD ON.

WHAT?

"You shouldn't be speaking to any of us," he said before I could disagree. "It's only placing you in more danger."

Now wait one minute buster.

"You and I have a deal though," I said quickly. "You need my help with Scott."

He rolled his eyes and continued to glare at the same time.

How the hell does he manage that?

"I'd rather you stopped talking to all of us, than you continuing to risk your life by helping me."

Wow is he really going to-

Oh wait.

His eyes…

Is that… concern?

"Oh… Oh crap. Derek I- I didn't realise you were worriedabout my safety and-"

His growl cut me off.

"God, Tullia! Of course I'm worried," his eyes flashed blue as he clenched his fists. "Sometimes you're so blind! I may as well just gouge your eyes out."

Well… That's certainly morbid.

But- I guess I can see where he is coming from.

"Stiles is in the middle of this mess too," I tell him. "And he's human- he doesn't even have a weapon either."

Derek glares.

Oops.

"I'm not going to be able to change your mind am I?" He growls.

Well if he promised to never wear shirts around me ever again I could perhaps be persuaded…

"No," I cross my arms. "I know what I'm doing Derek-" Sort of. "-You don't need to worry."

He glares, but his eyes flicker towards the parking lot.

Oh dear.

Why are his eyes glowing?

"What is it Derek?"

He holds up a finger to silence me.

Crap, what's going on.

"I hear a mountain lion."

Oh.

Oh.

"Fuck!" I completely forgot about the mountain lion! Oh wait, Sheriff Stilinski! "Well what are you waiting for sourwolf? Go get it boy!"

Derek starts to move, but then freezes.

Um. He just realised what I said didn't he?

Mother of penguin poop, I'm dead.

So very dead.


Well this has been fun. Let me know what ya'll think and I'll see you in the next chapter! Woo!

BTW I dunno when the updates are gonne be. I've gone into grade 12 and everything is super hectic. Also I'm working on a Big Bang fic so yeah! This stories kinda at the bottom of my to do list, sorry guys! I really want to make it up to you, so in two chapters we're gonna do a Q&A so start asking Tullia/Derek/Stiles/Scott ETC some questions! WOO! Get excited guys! :P

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