Thank you for reviewing...following...and what not. I'm geniunly glad that you guys are liking the story so far! Continue reading. Here's chapter fourteen:
Chapter fourteen:
We all walk on to the lacrosse field, and stop suddenly when Stiles sinks to the ground in front of the bag he drops. It makes a clunk when it hits the ground. Now this is what I'm talking about. Stiles and I have planned a very interesting plan. Basically, all the things that Scott's done to piss us off, we are going to get revenge. By throwing lacrosse balls at him. It is to help him control his wolfy-ness. Stiles has come to the conclusion that maybe control the shift is put to control his heartbeat. So we are trying to raise his heartbeat so he can control it. That is by throwing lacrosse balls at Scott while he has his hands taped behind his back. Haha. He is going down.
"Right..." Stiles trails off, searching through his bag of goodies. He pulls out a strap. "Put this on."
"What is it?" Scott asks, as he holds it in his hands.
"Isn't that one of the heart rate monitors from the track team?" I ask our best friend who is bent down.
Stiles nods. "Yeah, I borrowed it."
"Stole it," I argue.
"Temporarily misappropriated."
"Stole it," I mutter under my breath. Scott hears and laughs a little.
"Anyway," Stiles says, looking at Scott with a weird expression, "Coach uses it to monitor his heart rate while he jogs." He pulls out Coach's phone.
"Isn't that Coach's phone?" Scott asks.
Stiles sighs. "That I stole."
"Why?" Scott asks. Again. Why is he soooooooo dumb?
"We think that maybe your heart rate goes up when you go wolf, when you're with Allison, when you're with Derek, whenever you get angry. Maybe learning is tied to learning how to control your heart rate," I explain smartly. I should get golden stars for explaining that. Maybe a pat on the head...a doggy biscuit...I'm just too funny!
Scott smirks. "Like the incredible hulk."
"Kind of like the incredible hulk," Stiles says.
"No, I'm like the incredible hulk," Scott replies.
"Would you shut up and put the strap on?" I snap at him. Stiles grabs the duct tape and tapes Scott's hands behind his back. Stiles tosses a lacrosse stick at me, and we tip the balls that are in Stiles' back on to the field in front of us. Both of us scoop up a ball, before getting ready to throw it at our wolfy best friend.
"All right, ready?" Stiles asks.
"No," Scott answers. "You know, this is not how I wanted to spend my free period."
"How do you think I feel? I could be tormenting somebody. But no, I have to help you," I comment. He glares as we ready to throw our balls at him. "Control yourself, wolfy."
Scott glares some more. Stiles glares at me also. "Remember, Scott, don't get angry."
"I'm starting to think this is a really bad idea, guys," Scott says, as we throw balls at him. Some hit him, some don't. "Okay, that one kind of hurt."
"Shut up!" I snap at him. "You are supposed to be control your heart rate. About staying totally calm."
Scott glares at us both as we hit him again. "Staying calm. Staying totally calm." I hit him right in the balls.
"Bullseye!" I yell, and high five Stiles. Scott glares at us both, before carrying on.
"You know," Stiles comments, "I think my aim is improving."
"Wonder why!" Scott snaps.
"Don't get angry!" I yell as the phone starts beating.
Next thing you know, Scott is on the floor, splitting the duct tape tapping his hands in half, and slamming his hands into the ground. Stiles is just kneeling by his bag, looking at the phone that shows his heart rate, while I'm totally freaking out and running towards Scott.
"Scott!" I hiss. "Stop!"
Stiles rushes over also.
"Scott. Scott." He shakes Scott to get his attention. "You started to change."
"From anger," Scott says, "The anger I got, the stronger I felt. I have to stay away from Allison."
"Why?" I ask, dumbly.
"Because she makes me weak."
"What's this idea?" Scott asks as we stand outside by a nice, brand new looking truck, and a Mini Cooper. He looks at me.
"Hey, I don't know. He didn't sharing this one with me," I answer, holding my hands up. "But, I've got to go, sorry. I'll see you guys later."
Stiles sighs. "June, can't you stay for like five minutes for this idea?"
"No," I reply. "I have to see my mom. So I can go shopping."
"For what?" Scott asks.
"A dress."
"For what?"
"A date."
"With who?"
"Uh...Billy."
"Billy...?"
"Billy Jones."
"Who is...?"
"What is this? Twenty questions? I'll see you later."
I leave them wallowing in their stupid idea, as I walk home to get ready for my date with Derek Hale...I know, Derek Hale...Derek FREAKING HALE!
I have nothing to wear. Nothing! Not even some really nice, kick ass, heels! I whine as I throw myself down on the bed. I have done my hair in ringlet curls, and done all my make up. All I need now is the perfect outfit. Damn!
"Honey?" My mom asks as she pops her head around the door. "What's wrong?"
"I don't have an outfit to wear for my date with that guy I like," I explain. "Mom, help me. I'm totally clueless in what to wear."
"Wear that pretty blue dress that brings your eyes out with your leather jacket and black heel boots."
I hug her. "Oh my god! Mom, you are a life saver. Thank you so much!"
"No problem, Sweetie. You are going be a knock out."
"Thanks again, Mom."
I change into the outfit my mom describe, and liked it. A beep from outside signalled that Derek is here. Okay, here it goes. Hope he likes my outfit. If he doesn't, I'm going to die...
Derek's POV:
I'm waiting outside for the teenage girl that I've grown to. Yeah, who would have guessed it. Me, socially awkward werewolf who didn't really care about anything or anyone and kept his feelings hidden, has feeling for a human, teenage girl who is very weird, but very funny. Oh, she is so cute. Always cute...Shut it, Derek, you've gone soppy. I growl inside at the voice in my head. Why does he always make an appearance?
I'm cut off from growling at myself as I notice the door opening. Out steps June. June. I can feel my down below twitching as she steps out on to the porch in a tight fitting light blue dress that brings out the bright blue in her eyes, her black leather jacket, and black heel boots. She look incredible. Why do I have to be the sucker for the under aged girl? Huh? It sucks.
I haven't felt like this about anybody apart from Kate. I'm not even sure I felt this for Kate. Kate Argent was my first love. My first everything. Including my first to be with in bed. And then she gathered people and murdered my family by setting fire to my family home. That is why I'm so dark, mysterious and frowny all the time. I don't trust anybody, I don't talk to anybody unless I need to, or need help, and I defiantly don't fall for people...so why did I fall for June?
Maybe it's because she is just...June. And she's different from the usual women who think they can get into my pants with a twirl of their hair, and the flutter of eyelashes. Like that happens. I would never bed a human, unless it was June and she was over eighteen. She is still a minor. So its against the law to have sex with her. Damn...why can't she be a few years older?
"Hey, Derek," She greets me as she climbs into the car. "So, where you taking me? I hope it has good food. I'm hungry."
"Didn't you have lunch?" Stupid question, idiot. Why would you ask a girl that?
She nods. "Yeah. I threatened to set you on Stiles if he didn't buy me a ham sandwich."
"Did you get the ham sandwich?"
"Yeah." She smirks. "Is it a surprise? Because I love surprises."
"Really?" I ask.
Her smirk falls. "No. So can you tell me?"
I shake my head. "Nope."
"Please?" she begs.
"No."
"Please." Shit, she's doing the puppy dog eyes. Why does she have to look so cute when she does that?
"Fine..."
Haha, you're such a sucker, the voice in my head says as we drive away.
Shut up, I snap back at it.
"I'm taking you too...I'm not telling you," I answer quickly.
She frowns. "Now you have me frowning. I'm like you!"
I frown. "Thanks, June."
"That's okay, Derek."
Ugh, why does she have to make my name sound so sexy? Whenever Scott or Stiles say my name, it just sounds boring and my name. But when she says it, it makes me feel...I don't know, wanted.
"You look really beautiful tonight, by the way," I say.
She blushes. "Thank you. You don't look so bad yourself."
That's so normal for a date, but I like it. I smile just a little as I drive us in the direction for our date...
Sorry it's short, but the next chapter is going to be quite long because it's got the date scene and everything that goes in episode six...I think? SO just be patient. You'll get to see June and Derek's date next chapter...;D