Derek glanced at teenager sitting beside him in his car. Meg was silent which surprised him considering she always had something to say, for the first time Derek found himself striking up a conversation.
"Temperature back to normal?" He asked suavely, her dark brows raised in wonder and suspicion.
"How did you know about that?"
"I am a werewolf too remember?" Derek remarked as if stating the obvious Meg brushed back a few strands of her damp hair.
"Oh right…yeah, aren't you mad at me?" He was a taken back by her question, she watched him with glittering eyes full of confusion.
"Why would I be mad at you?"
"Are you seriously asking me that? Were we all not present at that outburst a few hours ago?" She exclaimed with an animate movement of her arms, Derek scowled.
"I was annoyed because you disobeyed orders. I thought we had an agreement."
"I know, I am sorry," She muttered pouting and sinking into her seat. He glanced at her with a victorious smirk.
"Good"
"You should be sorry too," She snapped.
He looked to her. Feign innocence "For what?"
"For harsh-ing my vibe, Isaac and I were totally kicking Erica and Boyd's asses but then you had to come along all big bad wolf and ruin it all,"
"Why should I apologize? I saved your lives before you attracted any hunters."
"No, you didn't"
"Yes, I did,"
"Fine be that way." Meg huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. Choosing to ignore him since he chose to be stubborn about accepting his faults.
"If you want to get an apology out of me, you have to beat it out of me." Her raven brows rose dubiously at him.
"Why would I do that? I'll be the one apologizing after kicking your sorry ass."
"Confidence good, let's hope you still have enough after training tomorrow, early morning." Derek added with a dark sinister smile full of promise, Meg blinked.
"When you mean early you mean—"
"Six sharp," Meg gaped appalled and turned away grumbling under her breath.
"I hate you." Derek smiled at her half hearted attempt to change him. He knew she didn't the posses the ability to really hate anyone.
"I don't care." He breathed casually causing Meg to huff and retreat to the comfort of her jersey.
The weekend had begun and where other people of Meg's age range were sleeping in till noon she was up at the break of dawn with Derek, training till her muscles ached. It was nine in the morning and the day light filtered through the windows. Meg stood with her hands on her hips listening intently to Derek as he gave instruction.
"So if someone was to grab you from the back you can easily use their own weight against them." Derek motioned for her to stand behind her. Obediently she trudged over and stood behind him, his strong back blocked her view of the wall in front of them.
"Alright try and get me into a headlock," He ordered.
"You are kidding right? I can barely reach high enough to tap you on the shoulder let alone get you in a head lock," Meg noted gesturing widely to their height difference. Derek turned to her and dead-panned before rolling his eyes and looking around before his gaze fell on a lone cement block. He moved towards the slab and pushed it to Meg with his foot, and then he stood in front of the hunk of cement with his back to Meg.
"Now try," without hesitation she got on top of the block, her forehead now leveled with the back of his head, but Meg was more focused on her surrounding looking around a pompous thrust of her chin and hands on her hips.
"Ah, so this is what everything must look like to you from so high up," She muttered curiously to herself, Derek sent her a glance over his shoulder.
"Any time now,"
"Right, sorry." A bit reluctant at first but Meg slowly wrapped her arm around Derek's shoulder truly realising how wide his body really was, she felt trifle dizzy. His warm calloused hands clasped over her forearm, positioning it more tightly around him. Meg resisted the urge to gulp down the nervousness of being so close to him and feel his strong body under her skin.
"You have to grip them by the arm tightly so they won't slip away and then using your upper body strength and—"His instructive words snapped Megra out of her daze and she stared at the back of his head wide eyed.
"Wait you are going to slam me on the ground?!"
"Yes," Before she could retort her body was flying over his in such speed and before she knew Meg was groaning from the excruciating pain of her back making contact with the hard concrete.
"Ow what the flip, at least give a warning first?" Meg grumbled while getting to her feet with a hand on her back. Worriedly she searched for any slipped disks and whether her spine had changed location. Her glower intensified when Derek was grinning wickedly and looking down at her through his nose.
"Look at it this way, now you get to try it on me." His words made her grin instantly at the prospect of inflicting the same pain on him. It was now Meg's turn to stand in front of him, but Derek had no purpose for the block so he shoved it away with his foot before turning his gaze onto her. She stood with a straight posture, the tight purple sports vest she wore outlined her well built structure, and Derek took a moment to admire her with a hungry stare. Her sun-kissed shoulders blades were visible to him. His stare outlined the corded muscles of her shoulders, so lean and smooth.
Derek had the sudden urge to run his touch down the sinuous curve of her spine and then up the ripe bends of her womanly figure. Her long dark hair was held back in a high pony tail that swayed from side to side when she moved her head. Derek found it adorable despite himself.
Clearing his throat he took a step towards her and held her in the same position she did for him, he felt a sudden jolt of desire rush through his being when her back pressed against his chest, and he took an abrupt intake of breath and regretted it instantly. The desire only grew from the intoxicating scent of her dulled his senses, the Alpha felt his stomach flutter. With great effort Derek shook himself out of the unconscious spell she had cast over him, his grip on her tightened as he began instruction.
"You have to steady yourself first. Good—now grip tightly." She did so, engrossed in the lesson.
"Remember you have to—"Derek's words were cut short when she swiftly brought his weight over her body and then on to the floor, a grunt escaped his lips from the pain and surprise. He was startled and watched her from his place on the floor as she grinned down at him, smug and victorious.
"Ha, result!" She pumped her fist into the air in celebration. Derek groaned and rolled on to his front and pushed up on his arms to meet Meg's gleaming eyes.
"Hurts don't it?" She whispered tauntingly. His scowl only lengthened her smile.
"Meg!" Erica's voice caught their attention. The dark haired teenager's smile fell instantly at the sound of shoes clicking on the metal staircase.
"Crap, hide me!" Meg exclaimed and scurried behind Derek's broad form. He watched perplexed and opened his mouth to question her when Erica spoke up.
"Hey seen Meg?" She asked her long blonde wavy curls tumbled down her shoulders as she gazed around inquisitively. Derek glanced over his shoulder discreetly at Meg who was nibbling the nail of her thumb nervously.
"Cowering behind me," Meg scowled as Derek walked towards his train leaving her defenseless.
"You suck," Meg yelled after Derek who smirked.
