I made my way to lunch just like I said I would. Though I waited for a while before I actually went through with my promise. Derek had left after a while, said something about having to keep his betas in line. Just like I thought the second he left my head felt a thousands times clearer. I walked through the halls only to be stopped by a winded Stiles.
"What happened to you?" Stiles bent over and took in a deep breath before throwing his hands into the air.
"Scott...and Allison...huf...are using me as their personal carrier raven." I laughed and patted Stiles on the back.
"Oh you poor bird." Stiles scowled at me.
"Not funny." I giggled.
"I think it is." He groaned and rolled his eyes. I started to walk to the lunch room and waved my hand signaling him to follow, which he did. "So tell me, why are they making you their messenger, why can't they just talk to each other?" Stiles groaned and rolled his head to the side.
"It's Gerard, he's got such a close watch on Allison that she's worried so much she won't even look at Scott. With good reason too." I nodded my head and followed Stiles into the library. We walked over to a shelf where Scott was searching through the books. "Scott." Said wolf looked up and smiled when he saw Stiles.
"What did she say." He closed the book he was reading and put it back up on the shelf. Stiles scratched the back of his head.
"She said it's probably in his office." I smiled.
"Oh that's gonna be fun." Scott shrugged and I looked at the shelf, pulling out a book I opened it and began reading it. It was called 'The Maze Runner'. Sounds interesting. Looking at the shelf I grabbed the other books in the series and then walked to the check out.
"Christa." I waved Stiles off. I want these books, they are mine. I most likely won't be bringing them back. So yeah. I set down the books on the counter and reached into my wallet and pulled out my ID. I waited for the lady to scan the books and when she held out her hand I placed my ID in it. While she scanned my ID I opened my book bag and moved around my stuff to make room for the books. (A/n: Remember these books for later) She handed me my ID and the books, I gave her a quick thank you and put my stuff away. "Are you done now."
"Yup." I flung my bag over my shoulder and smiled at Stiles. "I heard it was a good book series." Stiles shook his head and turned, heading for the exit. I followed him close behind. "So, what did Scotty boy say?" Stiles shook his head and played with the zipper on his sweatshirt.
"They just need to decide a date to.." I raised a brow.
"To steal the book." Stiles chuckled and stopped playing with the zipper of his sweater.
"Steal is such a strong word, it's more like temporary misappropriate it without discussing the act." I tilted my head and looked at the ground.
"What does that even mean?" Stiles shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. "So you don't even know?" Stiles shook his head.
"I know what it means. It's a better and longer saying for steal that makes me sound fancy." I rolled my eyes and fixed my hair. Why won't it stay where I want it to? Stay put stupid hair! I walked with Stiles back outside to meet up with Allison, hopefully for Stiles, the last time. His poor lungs can't handle this, after all he's only human. We made our way over to the table where Allison had situated herself. Now that I think about it, me being near her might also be bad. I mean I'm supposed to be 'dead' or something. I just hope that they don't know who I am or what I am. Hopefully.
"Scott says he's free whenever you are." Allison nodded her head and closed her science book.
"I was thinking we do it tonight, during the game." I tilted my head to the side and looked over at Stiles.
"You guys have a game tonight, and you didn't tell me." Stiles shrugged.
"I thought you already knew." I threw my hands up and huffed.
"Why would I know?!" Stiles narrowed his eyes at me.
"Do you not listen to the announcements?" Stiles stared at me a little longer before he sighed and chuckled under his breath. "Oh yeah right, it doesn't concern you." I nodded my head.
Brrrrrring! Saved by the bell.
After school was a rush. Like imagine a linebacker who is 400lbs rushing you, knocking you over sitting on you, and farting in your face. That's what it felt like, more or less. Maybe I exaggerated a little. Or a lot. I walked with Scott out onto the field. I didn't want to talk to him, I just needed to check on Jackson. Make sure he's feeling alright. You know. Like a good friend, though we are not friends. Just want to put that on record. While I was on the field with Jackson and Scott I got to witness the opposing team come onto the field. First impression, Bag. Of. Dicks. That is all.
"They call him the Abomination." I listened to Jackson and followed his finger to the player he was pointing at. To be honest he didn't look all that intimidating. He just kinda gave me this aura that he had a stick up his ass.
"He doesn't look all that bad." Jackson smirked at Scott.
"Oh trust me, we are going to need wolfish strength to take him down." Scott glared at Jackson and so did I. Was he seriously trying to get Scott killed? Cus that's what would happen in Gerard saw him wolf out, and don't give that crap that he won't, because he will. Trust me!
"Are you trying to get him killed?!" Jackson rolled his eyes and put his hand on my shoulders.
"What do you know?" I wanted to punch him. He was fucking asking for it! I shrugged my shoulder and pushed Jack away from me.
"I know that your idea is really stupid!" Jackson rolled his eyes and smirked. Why is he smirking, what reason does he have to smirk? What is go-
"Rosemary!" I spun on my heels to come face to face with Coach. Coolest teacher ever in history, just a little too forceful. I stood stiff and rigid.
"Yes coach?" I stared at him, he stared at me. Stop please.
"I was unaware you had joined the Lacrosse team." I tiled my head and furrowed my brow.
"Oh yeah! I am, new goalie." Wonder how long I can play this out? Coach raised his brow ridiculously high. How does he do that?
"Really?" I nodded my head and crossed my arms across my chest. "You're serious?"
"Completely." Coach's face scrunched up and he pursed his lips. With a quick whack to the back of the head he had my walking back to the bleachers.
"Get your ass over there before I make you!" I whimpered and retreated to the bleaches. You must be wondering, 'But Christa Gerard is over there! However will he not notice you.' Well voices inside of my head I'll tell you my big secret. I'm wearing a hoodie. Greatest disguise known to mankind. It was red with a fur lined hoodie. Cool I know. I sat down on the rather cold bench...next to Stiles.
"Aren't you going to get in trouble for sitting here?" He asked me with worry while stealing quick glances over at Coach.
"Hey whatever he does to me will be nothing compared to what Gerard will do to me. So I'm going to take my chances." Stiles rolled his eyes and smirked. Which made me smile. I watched Stiles, the way the spot light light him up was almost angelic. I really am falling for this man. God damn it. Before my thoughts could wander further into the darkest corners of my mind we were interrupted, by Allison. I watched out of the corner of my eye as a small piece of silver made it's way into Stiles' hand. The transaction was so smooth it was almost like they were professionals. "Is that it?" Stiles smirked, quickly standing up.
"If but 'it' you mean the k, e, y. Then yes it is 'it'." I smirked and stood up. Me and Stiles made our way quickly back to the school. Determined to get the book at all costs. We made our way through the parking lot but I stopped, Stiles looked back at me quizzically. "What are you doing?" I didn't answer him. I was too focused on the noise in my ears. Slowly I made my way over to where the sound was coming from, Stiles followed me reluctantly. The noise I heard as it turned out to be, was Lydia crying in her car.
"It's Lydia." Stiles pushed past me and made his way over to the car, wrapping his hand on the window. Slowly Lydia pushed the door open and glared at Stiles, tears still burning her face.
"What's wrong?" Stiles asked, his voice sounded like a worried mother. I slowly made my way over watching to two interact with interest.
"It's n-nu-nothing." Stiles leaned in closer, only for Lydia to cry harder.
"Lydia please?" When Lydia didn't respond to him, he changed his tactics. Complements. "You look very beautiful." That was it! The biblical flood came. Lydia nearly screamed out as she continued to cry profusely. What Stiles was doing was clearly going nowhere fast, and we needed to be somewhere. Fast.
"Stiles, she'll be fine, but you and me have a job to do." Stiles looked back at me. He was clearly worried, I could hear his heart beat, fast, hard, he was scared about Lydia's safety. "Stiles, I'm sorry. We can come back to her later. I promise." Stiles stared at me a little longer. His brown staring into my green. As if he was trying to see a lie detector in my brain, trying to figured out if I really was telling the truth. He must've found it, because a few moments later he stepped away from Lydia.
"Okay, let's go." And with that we were off again. Heading for the school, heading for Gerard's office, heading for the book. We ran to the doors and pushed on them. Don't, Derek won't be happy with you. The doors opened with ease, almost welcoming us into it's musty halls. He's never happy. We ran down the halls, taking turns and stopping mid run to make sure we were going the right way.
"Here!" Finally we arrived at the office door. Stiles shoved the key into the lock and pushed open the door, fast and quiet. Like a ninja! We entered the dark room and...GOD FUCKING DAMN IT ALL TO HELL! There was Erica. I turned on my heels and fell into a fighting stance. The blonde held up her hands and looked as if she was about to get down on her knees.
"Hey, wait whoa. No need to get hastey." I glared at her, I knew my eyes had shifted and were glowing in the dark. I didn't care. Honestly I was hoping it made me look more intimidating. Erica lowered her hands and smiled at us. "I'm not here to hurt anyone." I grunted and stood back up.
"Really? And I'm supposed to believe you?" Erica shrugged before walked past us and into the doorway.
"No, you have no reason to, but I'm sure you trust Derek." My heart skipped a beat in my chest and my head went hazy for a moment.
"Derek?" She nodded her head and swayed her hips as she turned back to look at us.
"Yeah, he just wants to talk to you two." I looked over at Stiles who just shrugged. Sighing I calmed down and followed Erica into the hallway.
"Fine." Stiles groaned and ran in front of me, waving his arms around like a madman.
"Are you crazy?!" I looked up at the ceiling and then back down at Stiles, with a 'so-so' like motion. "You are crazy, okay great. That's awesome." I rolled my eyes and grabbed Stiles by his arm.
"Just shut up, I won't let the big bad wolf hurt you so let's go." Stiles groaned again, but still he followed. We followed Erica all the way to the school pool, and just like I anticipated. The closer we got the more hazy and muddled my mind became. Stupid bluebells. When we walked into the pool area I almost passed out. The smell of BlueBells and pie hit me straight in the gut, knocking all the wind out of me at once.
"Nice to see you two." I looked up at Derek who just smirked at me and Stiles.
"What do you want Sour Wolf?" I snapped my attention to Stiles. 'Sour Wolf'? What? What does that even mean?
"Just wanna talk." Stiles smirked. Why is it that these two expressed their feelings in a very similar way?
"Yeah whatever." With that remark Derek's face changed drasticly. From calm businessman, to cold blooded killer in the matter of seconds.
"What do you know about the creature?" I looked over at Stiles who mentally staggered at the question. When he didn't answer Derek right away I did for him.
"We didn't see anything." Derek glared at me and cracked his neck.
"I'm not in the mood for games Christa." Stiles stepped closer to me when a deep growl came from Derek. "Now tell me what you saw before I rip your throat out, with my teeth." Stiles began to shake, he was so scared. It was honestly making me scared. Jerk. Stiles and Derek stared at each other, their gaze didn't falter, no change from it's constant intensity.
"Okay." Derek smirked. "It looks like a snake, it's venom from what we have experienced immobilises people." Derek nodded, listening and taking a mental note of everything that Stiles told him. As they conversed, I couldn't help but study Derek. The way the moonlight made the pool water shine and light up. That light which rippled on Derek's skin and illuminated him in the best way. His hair glimmered and his sharp eyes shined like diamonds. He was beautiful. Truly a real prince charming.
"Ahh!" A scream from Erica gained all our attention. Snapping me out of my examination. I watched in slight amusement as Erica's body flew across the pool and into a wall, falling to the ground unconscious. Derek spun on his heels and glared at us.
"Run!" Stiles and I watched in horror as the Kanima ran up to Derek and scratched the back of his neck. Quickly I ran over and grabbed Derek without thinking. As if I was hit by a meteor I fell over. Yeah good job Christa. That was awesome. You're good at this I bet you'll win a fucking medal for your stupidity. Slowly I stood up and watched in relief as Stiles helped Derek limp away, pulling out his phone in an attempt to get Scott's number up and call him. Oh but mister butter fingers dropped his phone out of fear when the Kanima got too close to him. He let go of Derek and dived for his phone, I literally felt like screaming as I watched Derek fall into the pool.
"God damn it!" Me and Stiles jumped into the pool, racing to grab Derek and pull him back up to the surface. Taking deep breaths I glared at Stiles. "Good job Stiles, just good fucking job." Stiles smiled weakly. Speaking of weak I just got another whiff of Derek's scent. Quickly I pushed away and swam a good 3 feet away from Stiles and Derek.
"What are you doing?" Stiles shifted Derek so he could hold him up easier. "Help me." I shook my head.
"I'm sorry Stiles, but if I help you I'll just make it worst." Stiles groaned, looked back over at the edge of the pool where the Kanima was circling the pool. "What is he doing?" Stiles didn't answer me, just continued to stare as the snake dipped his claw into the pool, only to pull it back as if he had just put it in a pot of boiling water.
"Scared of water?" Stiles asked.
"Seems like it." Stiles groaned, shifting to move Derek again. I really wish I could help, but I fear all I will do is faint. Ugh.
Two hours had passed, two hours of doing nothing but swimming. My body was becoming sore and the hope of anyone coming to help us was slimming down to pretty much nothing. I hated this, this feeling of being weak. Not being able to help Derek or Stiles, two people that I cared for a lot, and all I can do is watch, wait, hope that Stiles can hold up against time. My blood ran cold as I watched Stiles let go of Derek, I watched as he slowly slipped under the surface of the water.
My heartbeat pounded in my ears, blood rushed to my head and made me dizzy. I took a deep breath and dived down, reaching my hand out to grab Derek. My eyelids became heavy as my hand wrapped around his bicep. I pulled him close to my body and looked up to the surface I wasn't going to make it. My feet are touching the bottom of the pool, I had little to no breath left, my muscles where already sore from swimming. I was going to die, and in turn kill Derek. I looked at Derek, he looked like he was sleeping, so peaceful, like a child. Without thinking I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his forehead, and with my lips there I felt my conscious slip away. Black spots filled my vision, and water filled my throat.
I felt Death grab hold of me and pull me up to the surface and stop, but instead of feeling weightless and painless. I breathed in and coughed out water that filled my throat, I could feel my powers quickly getting to work. Absorbing the water that had built up in my lungs, making it easier for me to breath. Next to me I heard Derek cough up water too. We're alive? We're not dead? What! I slowly opened my eyes to see Stiles, his eyes were filled with sorrow and regret.
"What were you doing?" I choked the question, still suffering from water in my lungs. Stiles shook his head, glancing down at the bottom of the pool where his phone now lays. "Were you trying to call Scott?" He nodded his head and let go of my arm.
"Yeah, though I doubt he would've picked up." I put some distance between me and him. Not wanting a repeat of what happened just moments before. "Dude, I can't do this anymore." Stricken sick with fear I searched the pool for the closest step ladder. Finding it I pointed it out to Stiles.
"Over there, come on." Stiles smiled at me. Slowly he made his way over to the ladder, I helped a little along the way with quick pulls and pushes. Not staying too close for too long. Once we were there Stiles took hold of one of the bars and pushed his body up against the wall. "What are we going to do?" Catching his breath and no energy to give me a verbal reply, Stiles just shook his head. He was tired and he wasn't going to last much longer, same goes for Derek. God, how much venom is in him? I hope he'll be okay, if we even get out of this alive that is.
Suddenly Stiles and Derek were pulled out of the pool, and to my relief it was Scott's doing. Quickly I grabbed the edge of the pool and pulled myself up. Once I was up I crawled over to Stiles checking him over to make sure he was okay, you know. Like a friend would. I looked over Stiles and made sure he was okay before I leaned over Derek and listened to his breathing, it was shallow. I slowly raised a shaky hand, with a deep breath I placed it on his neck and checked his pulse. It was even but slow. He probably has water in his lungs, thanks to Stiles.
"Stiles, I need your help." Stiles nodded and leaned closer.
"What do you need me to do?" I can't touch Derek without getting weak, but this does not affect Stiles.
"Flip him over onto your lap, rest his head on the edge of your leg." Stiles followed my orders with ease. Doing with Derek as I asked. Smiling I grabbed Stiles' hands and positioned them on the back of Derek's lungs. "Now on the count of three push down, hard." Stiles nodded, putting on a 'game' face he focused on Derek. "1...2...3." We pushed down, but the water didn't come out.
"It didn't work!" Stiles whined out. I shook my head and smiled at Stiles.
"Of course, have to do it more than once." Stiles nodded and returned to his 'game' face. "1...2...3." We pushed down. We did it about three more times before Derek finally coughed up the water that was in his lungs. Sighing out I leaned back and laid down.
"Remind me not to trust my life to Stiles ever again." I chuckled.
"Oh, you don't really mean that do you Sour Wolf." I looked up at the two and found them in an intense stare.
"Yes Stiles, I do." He sat up and pinched Stiles arm.
"Ow! Stop being such a whiny pup." Derek glared at Stiles and opened his mouth to say something but was stopped by the kanima screaming. We all turned to see Scott holding a piece of broken glass and the Kanima running away, tail between it's legs.
"What the?" I stood up and stared at Scott, completely astonished. "How did you do that?" Scott looked over at us and shrugged.
"I have no flucking idea."