White Lilies

Chapter Seven: His Name She Spoke

I'm going to kick this story into gear now, I think we had a slow enough ride up right?

~Present~

It was a long day and Laurel was still at school at 8 in the evening grading papers, there were times where she regretted being a teacher or how much work she assigned the poor kids. She massaged her temples trying to decode one of her student's handwriting, at least that's what she thought it was or it could have been some foreign language now as she took a closer look. She had a cup of hot coffee sitting on the edge of her desk, nothing fancy just black coffee to keep her awake.

"Maybe I should just give them 100% for effort." She had a bad habit of talking to herself when she was frustrated; setting down her pen she let out a huge sigh and a sip of her coffee.

"All your happiness will fly out if you keep sighing." Her eyes snapped towards the door where her mystery stalker stood. "I don't know if it's true, I just hear it a lot."

"Good evening to you too." Was it bad that she was getting used to the strange man popping in out of nowhere? "How are you today?"

"Good, are you going to stop pretending that you don't know me or are we still playing this little cat and mouse game?" He walked over to her and sat in one of the desk, "Man does this bring back memories or what?"

"Sadly to say sir, I have no idea what you're talking about it." She stated calmly while folding her hands together.

"You're lying, Laurel you know exactly who I am."

"What makes you think I know you?"

"Because once a week after the fire happened, you visited me didn't you? While I was still recuperating, I couldn't answer you but I know you were there, talking to me, helping the nurse take care of me. Your scent was everywhere Laurel. It was hell for me not being able to touch you or reply back!" She could hear the anger fill his tone as the more she played stupid the more he got mad. He stood up with his hands on the table and he stared her down. "Laurel, I know you remember me."

". . ." She bit down on her tongue refusing to say anything and looked away from the fuming werewolf in her class. She could hear as he walked over to her, grabbing her arm and yanking her up to him. "Pe-mmm" Laurel caught herself; one thing she learned from being with Peter was she wasn't going to give anyone the satisfaction of her kneeling before them. Pride was the worst thing she gained from their relationship.

"Say it." He gritted through his teeth, his eyes flashed a cool blue light while his claws dug into her arm. "What's my name Laurel?"

"Peter Hale." She stared at his glowing eyes with confusion rising within her. "Your eyes…"

"Laurel, my eyes are the least of my worries at the moment."

He released her arm and at that moment she didn't knew what came over her. She wrapped her arms around his torso and buried her head into his chest. "Peter… I never forgot you."

"That was unexpected, considering the fact you broke up with me."

"It wasn't… It's a lot more complicated than you think. I didn't want to I really didn't want to." His arms wrapped around her, it was he strange weird of trying to shut her up. "I don't know what to do anymore."

"Well, filling me on what happened would be a good start. I know Talia stole some of my memories, so do tell me what she took from me." He freed her from his hold and took a few steps back.

"It's not the right time. When it comes I'll tell you everything, I promise Peter."

"I don't like negotiation Laurel, you know that."

She crossed her arms over her chest biting her bottom lip out of anxiety, "I really can't Peter. Just not right now, I need more time."

"You had 18 years, I'm pretty sure you had enough of time at this point."

"Peter please…"

"Either you tell me or I'll find out myself." He just raged out of the room leaving Laurel just standing there trying to figure out how the hell to tell him without him ripping off her head at this point.

~18 years ago~

It's been a somewhat rough 5 months of dating for Laurel, she had to go through Peter's antics day in and day out. Again he was the type to give her flowers and then watch the bees come after her. Not to mention one time he tricked her into going inside the boy's locker room after practice one day. She could feel the years falling out of her life. Today however he was a lot antsier, the way he was talking to her and treating her was out of place, like he was trying to be more kind to her. Something was bothering him, she could tell from the way he paced up and down her room with his hands jammed into his jacket.

"Peter, can you sit for 5 minutes so i can do my work?" It was hard to keep up with him sometimes. She was so used to going home and doing her work that she never had time to go out, but with Peter they went out quite a bit.

"I just... Laurel, you like me right?" The book fell out of her hands as soon as the question left his mouth; she just stared at him with a quizzical expression. "Answer Laurel; don't look at me like an idiot."

"Cause I was totally expecting that Peter." She sat up on her bed and patted a place for him to sit down; he was reluctant but sat down nonetheless. She hug him from behind as she wrapped her legs in front of him, like some weird looking monkey. "Why are you so worried about it? I've been with you this whole time and you're asking me if I like you."

"Well like isn't really the question I had in mind, I want to know if it's more." He spoke in a quiet whisper and it was starting to worry her.

"Who are you and what have you done to my boyfriend that I love?"

"Love?"

"I- sorry." She buried her face into his back; she cursed herself silently for using the forbidden L word. "Can we forget what I said? I feel awkward now." Her plead turned into some muffled mumbles, Peter leaned back lying on top of her small body. "Get off Peter your fat is killing me!"

"Did you mean it?" He got up but sat on her pelvis instead he made sure he wasn't squishing her to death.

"That you're fat? Yeah you're heavy compared to me, I'm like a hamster and you're the size of an elephant."

He leaned down and pinned her arms above her head, "That's not what I meant. Did you mean it when you said you loved me?" He listened intently to her heartbeat as she nodded her head embarrassed she let it slip. "Why?"

"Cause darling you're my breath of fresh air in this oh so perfect world of mine. You remind me that I have to keep on fighting and I can't stop no matter what."

"I'm nothing but trouble Laurel."

"I know." She smiled at him, "I knew it from the first time you stole my homework because I wasn't paying attention to you. There was also the time you tripped me in front of a guy I liked in the beginning of the school year before we decided to date. Oh and the time you stole my clothes after gym and I had to wear a towel and hunt for my clothes half naked around the school. Let's not forget the time you tricked me into thinking that the girl liked me."

"Exactly why do you love me after all the shit I put you through?" His eyes searched her eyes from hidden truth that she could have been hiding from him.

"Because in the end you still took care of me, after all the things that happened I love you because you make my life complete it has both its faults and perfection. In the end I really love you with all my heart because of your imperfections."

"You're telling the truth." He said with surprise as he leaned down to kiss her softly, "Would you love me no matter what?"

"Unless you cheat on me then I'll still love you but leaned more towards pissed off." She felt as he rolled off of her and laid next to her, Laurel moved closer to him and held his arm in both her arms. "What's up?"

"I need to tell you something. You can't tell anyone it's a family secret and I know I can trust you." She nodded and watched as his face contorted into a beast with sharp fangs and claws. Her hold on his arm tighten he could feel as she trembled next to him. "I'm a werewolf." He added in a disappointed tone while he closed his eyes.

She didn't whether to scream or run at this point, she fought against herself before crawling on top of him and touching each wrinkle and inhuman bump on his face. Her hands found its way to his ears and she was gentle and timid with her touches. "So silver and the full moon?"

He opened his eyes Laurel was captivated in the bright gold light that shone off of them. "Silver is a myth but the full moon is real. We learn from a young age to keep it within us so we don't lose control of ourselves." All the fear left her and only excitement and curiosity was left, the only way to describe it was imagine a child in all you can eat candy store. "You're not scared?"

"I was taken back; I wasn't really expect my boyfriend was a werewolf. You're still my Peter though despite what you look like. With all your fangs and pointy ears, you're my Peter and I love my Darling." She leaned down to kiss him while he was still in his wolf form.

"God you're so weird." He mumbled into her lips while he changed back into his human form, his arms tighten around her back holding her closer to him. Needless to say he was happy that his weird ass girlfriend accepted her even weirder boyfriend. "Your parents won't be back until Monday and Noel is staying at her boyfriend's tonight right?" Her face grew red as he smirked against her lips, with each touch she grew warmer and her heart raced in her chest. It made him impatience.

Note: There won't be an update tomorrow or on Monday, I'll try to get one up after Monday but no promises.