CHAPTER SIX: SEASON ONE: THE TELL

I went down to a place in Bedside,

A little liquor on my lips

I let him climb inside my body

And held him captive in my kiss

Halsey

The sound of rushing footsteps causes my heart to thump more rapidly in my chest. I peer out behind the tree and see a half-naked man sprinting through the forest. I remember Derek was topless at the house.

He almost runs past me, but halts himself a few feet away.

"I thought I told you not to stop running?" he snaps. His eyes are a sparkling blue, but they aren't? They are grayish green and narrowing at me angrily.

"I wasn't going to leave you back there!"

Derek shakes his head stressing seriously between heavy breaths, "It's not safe here right now. We need to go."

"Where?"

He runs a hand through his damp hair anxiously. His green eyes are darting around searching for an oncoming threat. "I don't know!"

I notice red welts upon his chest. They look like someone burned him with something long and stick-like.

"Holy shit-" I reach out a shaky hand to skim over the exposed skin. "What the hell did they do to you?"

"Don't worry about it. It just stings. It'll be fine in a few minutes."

"A few minutes?" I ask skeptically.

Derek's tone is irritable as he draws out, "Yes."

"Come on." I take his hand and start to drag him in the direction of my Chevy.

He follows without question and slides into the passenger seat of my car. We speed off towards my house. Mom is still at work, but should be home soon. I'll just shove Derek in my closet or something.

I park in front of the house. Anxious I grip the steering wheel tightly, but make no move to exit. There are still things I need to know before I let the shirtless man (it's not fair to be that gorgeous ohmygod) inside my house. "Can you answer me one question honestly?"

Derek stares ahead at the house with a grimace, but nods.

"Is Scott in trouble?"

"Yeah."

"It's not a gang or drugs, right?"

"No."

"Is there anything I can do to help him? To help you?"

"Yes." My entire body hums in excitement at whatever I could do. Then he says, "Stop going out into the woods alone."

I roll my eyes and decide that doesn't deserve a response.

Unlocking the door, I lead us upstairs into my bedroom. I leave Derek momentarily to grab a clean shirt from Scott's closet. Grabbing a gray tee, I throw it at the snooping man's face, who's poking at all the random junk around my room. Rude.

"Didn't peg you for a Hello Kitty lover," Derek drawls in a deadpan. He slides the shirt over his chest and I notice before his skin is covered that it is no longer red.

My eyes glance at the Hello Kitty piggy-bank on my desk. "This is my childhood room. I haven't been here in years… until recently."

"Sure," he drawls disbelievingly.

Quiet suddenly presses on us. I'm nervous without having anything witty or worth saying, so I scan around my room to make sure nothing I want hidden is on display. Like my box of Jacob's things, or my pills. Neither are visible.

"Are you hungry?" I ask.

Derek lies on the bed blinking tiredly up at the ceiling. "A little bit."

"There might be some leftover lasagna. Unless Scott ate it, he's kind of a fatass. If not, I'll figure something out. Just wait here, and if you hear anyone coming hide in my closet."

No more than five minutes later I return with a hot plate of microwaved lasagna and a fork. Derek is snoozing on top of the quilt and I'm mesmerized by his everything. His messy raven hair, pointed nose, sculptured cheekbones and jaw. Derek is perfect. Maybe not mentally and emotionally, someone as fucked up as myself can see that train wreck a mile away. But physically, the man is ideal.

"Derekkkk," I sing his name. He groans and rubs his face into my pillow. "I've got food."

He opens his eyes trying to blink out the exhaustion. I set the plate on my desk and motion for him to eat.

Derek scoots off the bed and plops in the desk chair. He asks between bites, "You're not hungry?"

"No. I ate earlier today." Did I?

He's frowning at me. "I'm not that hungry. Want to split it?"

"No, no. Eat it. If I get hungry there's more in the fridge."

Derek shoves a few more bites into his mouth and pushes the plate towards me. "Eat."

My stomach does feel kinda empty so I appease him by finishing off the rest of the plate. He flops back on my bed and I roll my eyes when I see his shoes. I take them off for him and toss them somewhere on the floor.

I slip under the covers and lift them for Derek. He slides under. There's an awkward space between us. Do we cuddle? Just sleep? I don't know what to do. Derek doesn't appear to either. He appears even more uncomfortable than me, which makes me even more uncomfortable.

So I kiss him. He kisses back, which is a great sign in my book.

Then we are quickly discarding the rest of our clothes. It's a mess of tangled limbs and almost punching each other in the face, but we manage to get naked.

Thankfully Mom and Scott aren't home.

Derek is inside of me, thrusting. My legs wrap around his hips, and he's panting harsh breaths in my ear. I don't even bother thinking about condoms for more than a second. He's already inside of me and it feels way too good to even think about stopping to put on one of those terrible contraptions. Especially with him being uncut. Talk about "ribbed for your pleasure."

He's mouthing at this sensitive spot on my shoulder and it's making my head spin. I run my nails down his back and he's moaning and teeth are scraping my skin.

I have a feeling Derek doesn't have sex often because he cums pretty fast. He pulls out and pumps his cock and spills all of it on my stomach. There's a momentary thought of grossness, because I know that's going to get sticky and clump on my skin, but then his hand unwraps his cock and three fingers are shoved inside of me.

He's pumping while his thumb is rubbing circles on my clit… and I can't even form words, let alone coherent thoughts.

"Holy shit," I gasp, my hands fist at my hair. "Derek!"

And Derek doesn't have a long recovery time. His cock is already hard the tip dripping with precum. He removes his hand and he's slipping back inside of me with a hard thrust. Derek's chest is fitted against mine. We move together slick with our sweat and his seed, he doesn't seem to mind.

He dips his head down to suck my hard nipple between his teeth. I gasp as his teeth catch the medal of the piercing, the cold sensation mixing with his hot saliva twirling around the sensitive skin.

I feel myself drawing closer and I'm struggling to push my hips upwards to meet his thrusts. His pelvis rubs against my clit, and oh god it feels wonderful. A few more hard thrusts against me causes my toes to curl and there's a cry releasing from my lips. My core tightens around Derek's cock, and his hips stutter in response as the sensation is almost too much.

Derek pulls out again and cums on my thighs. I don't even care anymore.

Both of us regain are breathing after a few moments of heavy panting in our afterglow. I sit up from the bed and grimace.

"I'm going to shower," I tell him. "I'd ask you to join me, but…" my eyes find the clock and it reads 5:03 P.M. "Mom should be home within the next few minutes. Remember, hide in the closet. I don't want to explain why I'm harboring an accused murderer."

"Why are you?" he questions quickly. His eyes are brighter green than usual, and I forget for a second I'm supposed to answer his question by the beauty of them.

"What?"

"Why are you helping me?"

Why am I helping him? I guess I don't really believe he killed his own sister. Sure, there are some fucked up people in the world, but I just can't imagine Derek being one of them.

"I don't think you killed your sister," I tell him truthfully. "And I don't know what you're involved in, but I'd be the hugest hypocrite in the world to judge someone for going through a rough time."

Derek appears to accept this. He averts his gaze to my ceiling.

I grab a change of clothes from my dresser: a light green tank and gray sweats. In the shower I scrub myself down quickly. It usually only takes Mom ten to fifteen minutes to get home, sometimes longer if there's bad traffic. I blow dry my hair before leaving, then I sprint back into my bedroom. Derek is asleep on the bed. I decide to leave him be for now.

Finding my purse I reach for the bottle of pain killers. I take one out and move to put it in my mouth, but a hand stops me from doing so. I face Derek with a raised brow.

"What are you doing?" he asks. "What is that?"

"Oxycodone. It's a pain killer."

His brows pinch together. "Why are you taking it?"

I point to my forehead. "Stitches."

"You don't seem to be in pain."

"How would you know?"

Derek sits up on the bed. He tugs me forward so that I'm sitting down on the edge of the bed beside him. "You don't need them," he tells me with a serious frown. "I can make you feel better."

With a sigh I put the pill back in the bottle and drop my purse down to the floor. I grimace at his dirty chest, but he just smirks at me and I forget that I'm disgusted. He brings me into a filthy kiss, his lips toying with mine like it's a game. He's winning.

He pulls back with a sigh, "Your mom is home."

"Let me go say hi. It'll make her less inclined to come into my room. Just… chill, I guess."

Derek falls back onto the bed with a lazy grin. I sprint out of my room and down the stairs to see Mom in the kitchen with a carrot between her lips.

"Hey Mom."

"Hi Haldey. Did you see your friend Derek today?"

I laugh. "Yeah. I went to visit him."

"Have fun?"

"Tons."

"That's great. I still think you should invite him over sometime. I'd like to meet your friends," Mom says with a tight grin. You mean make sure that they aren't drug dealers.

"Sure."

Mom sighs. "Your brother home yet?"

"Nope!"

"Huh. He does know the parent teacher conference is today. We talked about it yesterday," she mumbles to herself. "Maybe he's helping out at the clinic?"

"He didn't say anything to me."

"Well, I'm going to make something really quick to eat, shower, then head to the school."

"I can cook you something," I say with an innocent smile. "What do you want?"

"Anything. I'm starving."

I fix her a sandwich. She eats it beside me at the table with small talk about her patients at the hospital. Then she heads upstairs to shower and I dart into my room.

Derek is on the bed sleeping. He's curled up around one of my pillows and snoring softly. It's a sin how adorable this devilish man appears in sleep.

I go downstairs and turn on the television loudly so that Mom won't check my room. My plan works when she comes down almost an hour later cleaned up and ready for the parent teacher conferences.

"Scott come home yet?"

I shake my head.

"Maybe he's meeting me at the school… I'll call him on the way."

She moves over to me and kisses my cheek swiftly.

As soon as she leaves I turn off the television and go upstairs. Derek is sitting up on my bed, his raven hair messier than I've ever seen it before.

"Ready for a shower?"

He squints tired eyes at me, but nods his head in agreement. I grab him a towel, a pair of Scott's basketball shorts and black teeshirt. He takes them from me with a small grin and disappears into the bathroom.

While I'm waiting I debate for a moment about just taking the pain killer. It's not like Derek will know. But I think of the look on his face. The look that said I am better than that, that I don't need it. I just change my sheets instead as I realize there's some of Derek's cum on them. My blanket is gross too, but I'll have to wait until the morning to wash that. It'll never be done before I want to go to sleep.

I bring Derek's dirty clothes and the sheets to the laundry to wash them. When I return Derek is stretched across the bed lazily.

"I put your clothes in the wash," I tell him.

He nods.

"Sleepy?"

He nods again.

I shut my bedroom door, turn off the light, and Derek curls around me while was fall asleep.

OHMYGOD. how cute are they becoming? gah. I love them.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REVIEWS & FAVORITES & FOLLOWS. Seriously, when you guys review it encourages and inspires me to write faster. You give me ideas and help me brainstorm, I appreciate it so much. I mean, I know I won't be able to please everyone when I ask for opinions and everything, but I hope you'll enjoy where I decide to take this story either way :)

Teen Wolf Trash: Thank you for the reminder! Derek is mouth wateringly hot haha. That was actually one of my ideas (bitch-slapping Scott!) and the whole Kate thing involving Halden. Something actually is going to be a said that's totally foreshadowing in an upcoming chapter involving that. Something I planted before I even decided if what I planned to do was official (did that make sense?) :D

MaxineHale: That's the question I'm trying to decided on! I'm aiming more towards the end of season 1. There's some things I wanna do with Halden involving the pack.

Sarah: I'll try and see how I can add that Jackson thing in there. I don't think season one I can see it really happening until the part where he breaks up with Lydia. But Halden's not in high school, so, I'm still trying to figure out how she's going to be introduced to all these people in the show. It's definitely going to be a slow burn with a lot of friendships.

WickedlyMinx: I'm not entirely sure if I intend to turn Halden into a werewolf or not, or when. I know she won't turn during season one though! Maybe eventually. I can see Halden wanting the bite, but also not wanting it.

megladon1616: #HAREK haha yes!

Savily: thank you! i'm glad it's not going super slow for you. This story is kinda a slow burn into everything!

Jazz: You're amazing!

SPN4L1F3: I know. I can only imagine Halden's reaction (since I haven't written it yet) but I can see her flipping out.

livealaughloveme: I agree! Thank you so much for the review :)

xXbriannaXx: haha i'm sorry your review got cut off (I think I messaged you that already, but I'm half-asleep so idk). I love that though. It describes Halden so perfectly "she is a fire fucking cracker that diffuses quicker than any firecracker in the history of firecrackers"

Lola: YAY! I love you for loving this story (and just because I'm a creep). I enjoy their chemistry too. It's almost like they are so similar, yet so different at the same time.

Jessica: Thanks! :D KEEP DIGGING (it)!

Rebecca: Derek, I feel, would totally be all pissy over a girl. He's such a baby sometimes! haha but there will definitely be a dominant Derek with a jealous rage over Halden.

1996: Thank you so much for the great ideas! I'm definitely going to take all that into consideration and see what I can do. I appreciate it hehe and i totally agree about the bite. Definitely not happening in season 1! :)

Nathalie94: It's most likely going to be season one, so, it'll happen sooner rather than later when she finds out about the wolves :D

hoechling: YES! YAY! And I've written a few chapters (future chapters) where Derek starts to notice her drug habits. I won't give anything away, but Derek's very perceptive (his wolf senses are always tingling) and we shall see a different side of Derek that might shed some light on Halden & his future relationship.

THANKS for all that answered the question from the previous chapter. BUT, I will let you know… the next chapter we find out what caused Halden's car accident *sadness* :(