DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything from Teen Wolf, I wish I did though...

Kaitlin POV:

"Derek." I whined. "Where are you taking me?" It has been like this for the longest time. He refused to tell me where he was taking me, until we got there.

"Kaitlin." He whined back. "I'm not gonna tell you." He just smirked at me. Damn that boy's smirk!

I groaned, and looked out the window. I realised that we were leaving Beacon Hills, and going into a town I have never heard of. Blaning California.

"Derek, where the fu-" I cut myself off, and thought about it for a while. I was always told by an old friend, that I really needed to stopp my cussing. Damn her! "Fub are we?" I smiled.

"Fub? Really?" Derek asked amused.

"Yes Derek, really. I need to stop my cussing." I said with a smile. "You should try it too..." I said, trailing off.

"Uh, no thanks." He said, obviously entertained by my sudden outburst of weirdness.

After ten minutes, I couldn't stand it. I was being nice, when I met Scott and Annoying Kid... What was his name? Stairs? Oh yeah, Stiles. I usually cuss almost every minute. I was always called a sailor when I was around 'friends'.

"Where the bloody hell are you taking me, you cabbage?" I shouted. If I didn't semi-cuss, I would go insane.

"What happened to your 'non-cussing' thing? Oh, and what the hell is a cabbage?" Derek asked amused.

"It's a brain-dead idiot, now answer my question." I asked with a smirk on my face.

"It's my old favorite restraunt, that my sister and I used to go to all the time, when we were younger." He said sadly.

"Derek? You don't have to answer this, but what happened to your house, and your family?" I asked, grabbing his hand.

His jaw clenched. "Six years ago, the house was burnt down by arsonists. The arsonists were hired by a hunter by the name of Kate Argent." He growled out. I rubbed his hand, signaling for him to go on.

"Kate and I had a 'thing' back in high school. Worst mistake of my life. She used me to kill my family. She burned down the house, and everyone in it. The only survivors of my family, besides me, were my sister, Laura, and my uncle Peter.

"Laura became an Alpha a while ago, and Peter was power hungry. Peter killed my sister and became Alpha. All the while, he bit Scott, and that's how Scott became a wolf. I killed Peter, and became Alpha." He was trembling, trying to controll his wolf. I could tell that I had to help.

I wrapped my arms around his body, I hadn't even realised that we stopped. His trembling stopped, but I could tell he was still upset.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked." I whispered, making sure I wouldn't uspset him in a time like this.

"You had the right to know. It's not your fault." He said, stroking my hair.

I looked him in the eyes, and saw that he was all calmed down. "Shall we go inside?" I asked him, gestering twards the door.

"Sure." He said, then grabbed my hand. We walked up to the front doors, and the smell of Italian food hit my nose. My favorite.

We got our table, and I couldn't help but realise that Derek was glaring at the waitor. "What's wrong?" I asked confused, while taking a sip of my tea.

"He's checking you out." He growled. I spat out my tea, and looked at him.

"And your jealous?" I asked, cleaning up my tea mess.

"Yes." Wow, Derek. Blunt much?

"Okay then..." I trailed off, taking another sip of my tea.

"You know, your acting like a sterotipical English person." He said, the anger out of him.

Derek POV:

"You know, your acting like a sterotipical English person." I said, smirking. The thoughts of the pervy waitor were out of my mind this second.

I heard her mumble something along the lines of 'Bloody Americans, they know nothing about the English. Is he gonna ask me if I want crumpets now?'. I had to laugh at that.

She was perfect, even when she scowled at me. Just like she's doing now... God I love her, even though I haven't even known her for a full day.

After dinner, she and I had a huge fight over who was going to pay. Being taller than she was, I used that to my advantage. I grabbed the check, and put it high above my head. I heard her growl and say some cuss words under her breath about her height. Ah, I thought she gave up cussing.

"Stop using my height to your advantage, you bloody ass hole!" She yelled at me, in her cute little accent.

"I'm not the one who's short." I said with a smirk, as I payed.

"Hey, I was tall... Once, and that was compared to fourth graders... Still some were taller than me." She complained.

"A fourth grader is taller than you?" I asked, laughing.

"Shut up. I am not- okay, maybe I am short, but I was still taller than a few of them." She pouted.

"Yeah, a few." I laughed.

We got in my car, and I drove back to Beacon Hills. My mate beside me complaining the whole way about her height. She was adorable. Wait? Adorable? Man, I'm whooped.

I stopped in the front of my house, and looked at her.

"I had a great time tonight." She said.

"Me too." I said, stroking her cheek.

I leaned in, and she wrapped her small arms around my neck. I smiled, and I leaned in farther. She leaned in too, and we kissed.

I was kissing my mate, and it felt wonderful. Sparks flew, and fireworks exploaded.

She pulled away, and whispered an 'I'm sorry' and ran out of the car.

My mate ran away from me... What happened?

I took after her, hoping she would forgive me.