I'd dropped Malia off at home later that night, I watched as her father, well, father by law, opened the door and took her into his arms, cradling her head as he welcomed her back from our 'camping trip'. They both waved me goodbye, the girl smiling mischievously towards me, and the other with a rather intimidating glare. At least he had that part of fatherhood down.

I reached the house before Scott had; I could tell by the lack of his scent. Rather than going through the door, as most normal teenagers would, I decided to avoid the awkward confrontation with Scott's dad and climb up into my room via the window. I could tell that Rafael didn't like the fact that I was living here; whenever I spoke to Miss McCall in front of him he would go stiff. Considering the financial difficulties at the moment, he didn't quite understand why Melissa had taken me in, (we'd kind of skipped the whole 'werewolf' part).

As I found myself finally back in my bedroom, I let out a deep breath filled with relief. There were moments in Mexico where I thought I wouldn't be coming home. Gradually, I lifted my bloodied shirt over my head, throwing it into the trash can at the side of my desk. Inspecting my previous wound in my reflection, I now saw that it wasn't yet fully healed, with a slight patch of dried blood spread around where the cut sat.

"Looks nasty," I heard Malia say from behind me, causing me to jump backwards, smacking my head off of my mirror. I raised my hand, instantly cupping where I had been hit, holding back a mixture of a scream or a growl towards the girl's arrival. She stood there, laughing slightly, her mouth left open in awe of my reaction.

"Oh my god!" I finally said, still trying to calm my unsteady heart beat. "I just dropped you off at your house! What's wrong!?" I was still somewhere between aggressive and shocked, desperately trying to keep my voice down.

I walked past her, and headed for the clock on my bedside table, "I left you," I paused, looking at the time, "15 minutes ago," I turned back to face her, she was still smug, "What could have possibly happened in-" In two quick strides she closed the gap between us, and cupping my face in both hands she pulled me into a kiss. Her lips were soft, yet urgent as they moved against mine; my hands found her waist, and as things grew more heated I was pulling her backwards until I hit the wall.

One of her hands hooked around my neck, and she used the other to run her fingers through my hair. The kiss was like a drug; once you'd had a taste there was no going back; it made me see stars. My tongue ran across her bottom lip, savouring the feeling until she opened her mouth to allow us both access to explore each other's mouths.

Breaking apart for a short moment, our foreheads rested together, our short, hot breaths entwining with one another's. My eyes travelled up her face, starting at her swollen, parted lips, where the corners curled up ever so slightly, a reflection of my own; moving up to her crinkled, petite nose, and eventually meeting her eyes as they stared back intently. They glistened blue in the dimmed room, and it made my heart swim just to look at them. But then something primal took over.

Grabbing her waist firmly, I spun us around so that she was against the wall. Reaching my hand under the hem of her shirt I began to lift it up, and she raised her arms obliging as I pulled the material over her head, reconnecting our lips the second it was gone. Her hands rested dangerously on the waistband of my jeans, constantly switching between tugging at them gently and running her fingers over the bumps of my stomach. As I pressed her even harder into the wall she let out a moan, breaking the kiss and throwing her mouth onto my shoulder in an attempt to conceal it. I took that as an opportunity to attack her neck, leaving a trail of small pecks up and down, stopping occasionally to suck at her pulse point. The response of pure pleasure I received just kept me going even further.

That's the point where I can feel myself losing control, my fingers exchange for claws, my teeth grow sharper, and my eyes start to glow. I break away from her, quickly turning around so that she wouldn't see my lack of control. The only person who knew about what had happened in Chicago was Scott; the others just avoided the topic out of politeness. Hiding my hands in front of my body, so that they were out of her sight, I dug my claws into the skin, a basic way Scott had told me how to fight the shift; pain.

"Tyler, what's wrong?" She asked, reaching an arm out to pull me back to her, I shrugged it away.

At that moment, Scott was my saviour as his keys clicked into the front door. "Scott!" I announced, not sure where I was going with this, but feeling the wolf effects finally wear off I turned to face her, forcing a smile to show that I was okay. "I...Urm... I told Scott that... That I would speak to him when he gets back, sounded urgent!" She nodded, clearly confused, and I could see that she was a little bit dejected too. "I think it's about Kira... Something like that..." My voice swiftly faded into the awkwardness.

"So, anyway, you just... Just sit there," I told her, dragging her to the bed, "make yourself comfy, and I'll be back shortly," I opened my door ready to walk out, and suddenly it hit me, she's expecting to stay the night.

Relishing the idea, and not wanting to seem like a total ass, I ran over to my dresser and pulled out a pair of shorts, chucking them over to her, "Will those be okay? To wear I mean... Well, of course I mean to wear... But I mean like, you know, for the night... Unless you wanna stay in you-"

She silenced my rambling, 'thank god', "They'll be fine," She mumbled, clearly hurt by my urgency. I couldn't just leave, not when she was like this! I went over to the edge of the bed, so that I was aligned with her head, and I looked her in the eyes.

"Good. They better look better on you than on me," I winked, and gave her a quick kiss on the lips, heading straight for the door afterwards, not waiting to see if my save line had worked or not. Probably not. Nope, most likely definitely not.

Yeah... So Tyler has some 'issues' let's say for now. Will he be able to overcome them? Stay tuned to find out!

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