Chapter 9

The sun was shining through the window of Stiles' room. I stirred and woke up, and saw Stiles was still sleeping. He looks peaceful. He's rubbing his face in his sleep.

Aw he's cute.

I tried to get out of his arms but Stiles has a tight grip on me.

"Mmm more sleep please!" he begged.

"Time to get up. I'll make pancakes."

"Pancakes!" He sat up. "No trick?" Stiles asked.

"No tricks!" I answered truly.

"Hmmm ok" He lets me go and I head down to the kitchen and make pancakes.

"Stiles, pancakes are ready!" I called. I was finishing up when I burned my finger. I hurried to put it under running water. Stiles ran down to get his food. My finger was better so I made tea for us and joined him for breakfast. A few minutes later the Sheriff joined us for breakfast.

"How's work, Dad?" Stiles asked with his mouth full of food. The Sheriff looked at him disgusted.

"It's fine. We are looking for Derek Hale since you said he was the one responsible for you all being trapped in the school," he told us. Is he allowed to tell us all of this? After breakfast we went back to his room. We were researching about usual things to do with the supernatural.

"Stiles." The sheriff called. Stiles span around on his chair.

"Yo Da...derek?"

I turned around. Derek looked angry as he put his finger to his lips to show Stiles to stop talking. He points to the door. Stiles got the message and ran to the door. Stiles and the Sheriff were talking.

Once Stiles walked back into his room Derek shoved him into the door by grabbing a hold of his T-shirt.

"If you say one word?" he scowled.

"What? Like' Hey dad Derek Hale is in my room bring your gun!'" he replied sassily. "If I'm harbouring a fugitive in my house then it's my rules." Stiles patted his shoulder. He looks angry. Derek fixes Stiles' t-shirt and Stiles does the same as Derek threatens him slightly.

"Oh my god!" Stiles says as he sat back down. Derek sees me.

"Emily!" He smiles. I look away.

"Well looks like you're busy. I'll see you later Stiles. Thanks for last night, you're the best!" I told him with a smile. He got up and I pulled him into a hug. He hugs back and I walk out not looking at Derek.

I walk out of Stiles room and Derek stops me in the hall.

"Are you ok Em?" he asked looking concerned. I sighed, "I'm ok, thanks."

I look down. Derek put his finger under my chin and lifted my head up. I'm looking at him.

"Your cheek looks better," he said tracing the cut on my cheek using his finger. I winced. "Oh sorry," he says.

"It's fine," I told him. He looks into my eyes. He smiles and leans in. I let him: I don't know why. He kisses me softly, as if not to scare me off. I kiss him back. I quickly pull away.

"Sorry," he says again.

"Please leave me alone." I begged. "Are you trying to make me feel bad?" He looks at me as I walk away wiping my eyes.

I'm so confused right now.