Mistakes
Danny stood in the goal, while I took shots, one tearing right through his net.
"Oh my god! I'm so sorry," I apologized.
"Look it's fine, you just have to replace it for me," he grinned.
I smiled and took his stick, taking out the netting before replacing it.
"Well, I gotta get to class," I sighed.
Once I got into the hallway, Stiles grabbed me and pulled me and Scott to the corner.
"Tell me what they're saying. Can you hear them?" Stiles asked us.
"Shh," I shushed him and listened in.
The policemen were talking to the principle talking about a curfew.
"Curfew because of the body," Scott sighed.
"Unbelievable! My dad is looking after a rabid animal, while the jerk-off who actually killed the girl is just hanging out, doing whatever he wants," Stiles exclaimed.
"Well, you can't exactly tell your dad the truth about Derek," I butted in.
"I can do something," Stiles stated.
"Like what?" Scott and I asked in unison.
"Find the other half of the body," Stiles stated.
"Are you kidding?" we asked in unison.
Stiles began to walk away but turned around a said, "Oh and that little saying stuff at the same time thing is really weird."
I walked away holding back a laugh and bumped into Jackson. 'Great,' I thought sarcastically.
"I get that you think I'm cute, but no need to throw yourself at me," he smirked.
"Only in your dreams," I spat.
When I got home, I went straight to my room and laid down until I got a call from Stiles.
"Hello?" I asked, my voice muffled by my bed.
"I have a plan," Stiles grinned.
"Sorry Stiles, I'm having dinner with-"
"Please, this is really important," he cut me off.
"Fine, but you are buying me and Danny dinner," I stated blandly.
"Meet me at the hospital," he sighed.
I said my goodbyes and 15 minutes later I was outside the hospital waiting for Scott and Stiles.
"This had better be good, Danny is pissed at me for canceling, again," I sighed.
"It is just trust me," Stiles assured.
"Fine," I caved.
Stiles explained everything to me and we walked in, Stiles and I walked over to the waiting area. I watched as Stiles failed miserably at talking to Lydia and shook my head when he sat down.
"No words," he ordered.
I did a 'my lips are sealed' motion and sat back waiting for Scott.
Jackson came out and peaked my interest, Lydia stood and asked, "Did he do it?"
"He said not to make a habit of it, but one cortisone shot won't kill me," Jackson stated.
He glanced away and caught my curious gaze, holding it for a few seconds before looking back at Lydia.
"You should get one right before the game, too," he looked at her hard and she added, "The pros do it all the time. You want to be a little high school amateur? Or do you want to go pro?"
They started kissing and I tapped Stiles, making an I'm going to be sick motion.
Scott walked up and took the small menstruation booklet from Stiles' hands, scaring him, "Holy...God."
"The scent was the same," Scott sighed.
"You sure?" Stiles asked.
"Yes," Scott stated.
"So he did bury the other half of the body on his property," Stiles guessed.
"Which means we have proof he killed the girl," Scott pointed out.
"Wait, Derek?" I asked, reminding them of my presence.
Scott and Stiles looked at each other and I glared at them, "No, I'm not helping you put the closest thing I've got to control in jail."
I walked off, hearing Scott call my name once or twice, not bothering to look back. I went home, only to be greeted by Jackson.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"I wanted to talk to you," he stated.
"Why?" I prodded.
"Danny is really mad at you," he sighed.
"I know," I shook my head, "but I have a lot of stuff going on in my life."
"This is Danny we're talking about, he's been there for you through everything, he was even there when you were pulled from the fire."
"Are you really giving me a lecture about friendship?"
"No, I'm just saying, you need to consider who you're hurting."
"Says the one who treats Danny like his slave."
"It's not the same."
I walked past him, only to be stopped by him grabbing my arm.
"Don't walk away from me," he whispered.
"Why not?" I asked, amused.
Instead of answering, he crashed his lips into mine and I had no clue why, but I was kissing back. He pushed me against the wall of my house and ran a hand up my thigh. I let out a quiet moan and he smirked into the kiss. My arms wrapped around his neck, pulling his body closer to mine. All of a sudden, I realized what I was doing.
I pulled away and looked at him, "We can't."
He backed up and looked down, "Well, at least I know where we stand."
I didn't respond and just walked into the emptiness that I called home. I shut the door quietly and leaned against it and slid down the hard wood. 'I am so screwed,' I thought to myself.