CHAPTER EIGHT: SEASON ONE: LUNATIC

Cause there's a menace in my bed.

Can you see his silhouette?

Halsey

Derek Hale sleeps in my bed for seventeen hours.

I continuously check his pulse throughout the entire night. He just lies there as if he were already dead.

When Mom went to work I went downstairs to get a bucket and filled it with warm water. Then I lifted his shirt and gently washed away the blood. I'm not sure where all the blood came from, but Derek is in one piece.

Something doesn't make sense.

Scratch that. NOTHING makes sense.

NOTHING!

I check on Scott a few times also. He is moping in his bed. Apparently school has been canceled until further notice to "suspected murderer Derek Hale." I don't really feel bad for him. How dare he accuse my not boyfriend of murder. Again.

The window is wide open and I perch myself on the ledge. It's gorgeous outside, which is a rarity in Beacon Hills. The weather here is so fickle. Some days are blazing hot, others are so cold you need a winter coat. Now, there's a tantalizing breeze sweeping through the air that teases my sensitive skin.

"Nghhh."

I almost fall out the window at the sound of a pained groan. My heart beats wildly and I grip the ledge for support as I turn around to stare at Derek. He's still sleeping, but he shifts onto his stomach and starts reaching around the bed. For what? Not sure. I didn't want him getting blood all over my blankets or pillows so the only options he has are bloody towels.

He gives up reaching for whatever, his hand scrubs at his face. "Stop…"

"Stop what?" I question. I hastily make my way to his side and run a hand through his greasy hair. "Ew. You need a shower."

Derek's eyes are still closed, but I can tell he's moody by the furrowed brows. "Sun."

"Stop the sun?"

"… yes."

I blow a raspberry. "Yep. I'll get right on that."

"Now…"

"Wanna try that again?"

"Please," Derek whines.

I go over to the blinds and draw them down. Derek doesn't look any happier, but he stops making groans of annoyance.

"Thirsty? Hungry? In any pain?"

"Water."

"Okay. I'm giving you this one time to be crabby with me, but I'm not dealing with the one worded bullshit, Derek. We have a lot to talk about. B.T.W. you're a wanted fugitive, again."

He blinks his eyes open confusedly. "What?"

"I'll get you water and then I'll explain what my idiot brother apparently told the cops."

I go downstairs and draw two glasses of water: one for Derek and another for Scott. The kids been in bed all morning so he's probably thirsty.

I check on Scott again. He's still sleeping. I leave the water on his bedside table and venture back into the safe confines of my space.

Derek gratefully takes the water and chugs the glass in a few gulps. I decide not to ask if he wants more because I'm too lazy to grab him another glass. But then I remember he can't get anymore if he wants to.

"Want more?"

Derek nods. "Please?"

I just go to the bathroom sink and fill the glass there. Derek chugs that one too.

"Scott told the cops something that made me a wanted fugitive? Again?" Derek presses.

"He told them that you murdered the janitor and attacked his friends at the school."

Derek blanches. "He what?"

"Yeah."

He's silently fuming for a few moments. Then he glances at me warily. "Why haven't you called the cops?"

"Because I don't believe you did either of those things," I admit.

"You don't?" he sounds confused.

"Did you?"

"No."

"I don't know what shit Scott and you are involved in, but I don't think… I don't think you're a bad guy, Derek."

"You shouldn't trust me."

I bite my lip. "Maybe not, but I do."

"Thank you for taking care of me," he says quietly, as if afraid saying thanks will make him appear weak. "I didn't have anywhere else to go that is safe."

"We need an agreement."

Derek lifts a brow. "What kind of agreement?"

"If you want to stop seeing me… then fine, whatever, but you need to let me know. Because if you suddenly stop showing up I'm going to think something happened to you, and I will look for you. Understand?"

"Why would you look for me?"

I give him an incredulous look. "Why wouldn't I?"

He shrugs.

"Can you do that? Can you promise me you'll let me know when you're going to stop coming around?"

His green eyes flicker around the room anxiously. "Who says I'm going to stop coming around?"

"I don't know if you realized, but I'm kind of a mess. It's only a matter of time before you get sick of me."

"You're not a mess," Derek defends. I raise my brow. "I don't think you're a mess."

"You know who's a mess?" I motion to the blood all over my bed and his clothes. "You. You need a shower and a change of clothes. Problem is, Scott's home."

Derek stands from the bed and stretches his arms high above his head.

"He won't figure it out."

"Whatever you say. If he catches you… I guess I can hide you in the basement? Or something."

His hand extends to wrap around my waist, he gives a soft tug so that my body is pressed against his. He leans down to press a long, warm kiss against my lips. It's a different kind of kiss. More vulnerable, more grateful, more… passionate. Too passionate for a one night stand. Too passionate for a fling. And too passionate for someone who isn't looking to get their heart crushed into a thousand pieces, which is me.

"Did you take one of those pills?" he asks.

I nod slowly. "I wanted to make sure I stayed awake incase anything happened to you. They keep me up for almost twenty-four hours."

Derek presses a kiss to my forehead.

"I'm letting it slide… this once."

"Is it because I'm cute?"

He rolls his eyes. "Sure."

Derek gives my asscheek a love tap then heads for the shower and I clean up the room. The towels are thrown in the garbage outside. There's no way I'm getting out all of that blood. Yuck. I replace the sheets and bedding the lie down as I wait for the mysterious man in my bathroom.

I'm tossing out a bloody towel, tugging the lid closed as a familiar buzzed cut head comes into view. I shriek when the lanky kid waves a hand in my face. My hands fumble with the lid of the trash. His face doesn't give off he saw me throwing away bloody towels, fingers crossed he did not. I don't really want to explain that.

"Holy shit, Stiles!"

"Hey Halden. How's it going?" he asks uncaring to me holding my heart in panic.

"Fine until you decided it'd be fun to send me into cardiac arrest!"

Stiles furrows his thick brows. "Oh sorry… Look, I kinda have a favor to ask of you. I was wondering if you have a fake I.D.?"

I eye him warily. "Maybe. Depends on why you need to know if I do?"

"See, Allison dumped Scott the night of the school incident. I mean you live with the guy. Has he even left his room?"

"That doesn't explain what you need it for."

"I want to get him drunk. I need whiskey."

"You, sixteen year old boy, are planning on getting drunk where exactly?"

Stiles rubs at the back of his head with an impish grin. "The forest preserve?"

"Seriously. You kids need to stay out of that damn forest."

"Please Haldey!" Stiles all out begs. "He'll get drunk, cry about his feelings, and wake up the next morning with a weight lifted off his shoulders!"

"Ugh. Whatever. I'll do it."

I'm not sure why I'm surprised Stiles follows me inside the house without an invite. He gallops upstairs and straight into Scott's bedroom without a knock. I just make an immediate turn into my room and close the door behind me.

Derek is sitting shirtless on the bed. Dammit, no one should be allowed to look that delicious. I ignore my abrupt arousal and reach for my purse.

"Going somewhere?" he asks.

"To get the boys some whiskey. Apparently they are going to get drunk."

He tries to hide a smirk. "Are you old enough to buy whiskey?"

"Girls like me don't play by the rules." I wink as I flash him my fake I.D.

Standing, he slowly creeps towards me like I'm prey. I cross my arms over my chest and watch him skeptically as that smug stare finds its place on his lips. One hand slithers down my ribcage to rest low on my hip. His mouth presses lightly along my neck in breathy kisses. "I think you might be a bad influence, Halden," he whispers into my ear.

"The worst," I agree with a grin. I meet his lips in short kisses, but then maneuver myself out of his grasp. "I'll be back soon."

Derek lets me leave with a satisfied smirk as he pats my ass goodbye.

I forgot who asked the question! I don't know if I answered. But here are the ages of the characters in said story I am writing: Derek-22, Halden-18, Scott-16, Stiles-16, Allison-17, Lydia-16. Jackson-16.

Cassie-D1: FIRST: thanks so much for your review. And to answer someone of yo questions?

I wonder what was going through Derek's head when she told him the story of how her boyfriend died and now he pressured her into drinking doing lines which made her black out?

I actually have a few chapters written that are going to be in Derek's POV. YAY! The next chapter IS actually one of them. So, good news! We will be able to get more into his thoughts and understand what kind of conflicting shit is going through his noggin.

How Scott can't hear them going at it?

Well. Scott's an idiot in season one (sorry Scotty, it's true). He's not really home, and when he is he isn't paying attention to the world around him. I'm playing on his obliviousness. He just doesn't really care about anyone other than himself and Allison in season one. It shows in his relationship with Melissa & Halden!

Can't decide if it was to distract her from asking questions or if he literally can't control himself around her sometimes and the animal urge comes out lol…

HAHA both! In the future, we are gonna learn more about what Derek wants vs what his wolf urges want from him :)

megladon1616: #HAREK yessss. I actually have if I intend her to be a werewolf solved! BUT I don't wanna spoil anything!

WickedlyMinx: YEAH! I actually have confirmed to myself if she should or should not become pregnant in the plot. Would you rather it be a surprise?

MaxineHale: Noted! Thank you so much for letting me know. I'd hate for anyone to be super uncomfortable with certain things. At least even if I do anything like that I can address when it'll happen so it can be skipped!

msspicyjalapeno: No problem! And clingy Derek is super adorable! Haha :) Yeah, the detailed rape stuff is super sad. I wrote one for my other story Alleviate and it's just made me cringe! There will be no rape scenes in this story though. At least, I intend not to!

Libby: He is being girlfriend clingy to her haha. I kinda see it as a cross between clinginess/territorialness/tryingtoseduceherness. Yeah, I'm not sure if I want to Derek to have been like a player or a hopeless romantic. Have you ever read the On Fire: Teen Wolf MTV book by Holder? It has Derek's POV from how he met Kate & what baby Derek was thinking, and he was like a love-at-first-sight kind of guy. So IDK. & their sex gets even better. They just can't keep their hands off of each other!

Yeah! The C U Next Tuesday has a tendency to make a lot of people uncomfortable! It used to make me super uncomfortable, but IDK I'm a huge potty moth so I'm desensitized haha. But thank you so much for letting me know!

& yeah I totally see Halden and Derek as those dirty talk people lol. They just are the type!

Nathalie94: I agree! Too much sweetness is just ew boring! That's why I like Halden and Derek so much. They are just dirty and raw and messed up. And thank you for thinking it will be amazing just because I write it HEHE :D

Teen Wolf Trash: I just don't know what words to chose to avoid those words though, you know? I totally feel you on them. That's why I wanted to ask too to see if there was like a word I should use in particular. IDK erotica is so confusing haha. A lot of people don't like the C word so I tried to avoid that, but then idk what to use to signal a penis and a vagina that's more sexual and not awkward? It's all very VERY confusing! LOL it's cool. I talk to Scott sometimes too. He never answers. lol. Her ex really was a piece of work! we will learn more about him into the future sometimes.

Lexxi: Thank you so much! I'm so glad it was better than you expected hehe :)

Is he like falling for her?

Yep! He's definitely falling. But Derek has a way of going about things the wrong way, which is the huge issue with hi & this.

Are they like gonna be mates?

Maybe ;)

Why is Scott being such a jerk? Or is that just artistic license?

Artistic license.

LovelyFandomLover: thanks! yeah, Halden can tell something very strange is going on.

And thanks to all you GUESTS out there :)