For the first time that week, she doesn't dream of red eyes. She dreams of Issac Lahey, an intense make out session on her bed. Aria grabs the bottom of her shirt, taking it off. Issac does the same, but it isn't Issac anymore, it's Derek. However she keeps going, grabbing Derek by the scruff on the neck, forcing his lips to hers. His kisses are nothing close to Issac's, they're hard and their tongues battle for dominance and his lips move down her neck. She involuntarily moans, arching her back.
"Wake up." He says against her skin, his scruff tickling her jawline.
Aria's eyes bolt open to see Stiles standing over her. "Argh, Stiles!" She throws a pillow at him.
Stiles catches the pillow, tossing it back down on her bed, "Get up, you have a visitor."
Aria pulls the blankets over her head, feeing sexually bothered, "Go away, Stiles. Tell them to come back at a decent time. It's Saturday." Then suddenly the blankets are being ripped away from her and she's looking up at Derek Hale. For a second she's not sure if she woke up. She casually pinches herself, "Dude! What are you doing here!" She scrambles out of her bed, realizing that she's only in a tank top and shorts. She grabs a sweater and quickly wraps it around her.
"Did you get my texts?" Derek asks instead, ignoring her previous question.
Aria reaches over, grabbing her phone, cursing under her breath, "Just now. If I don't text back, that usually means I don't want to see you." She puts her phone into one of the sweater pockets, "What do you want?"
"Why were you moaning in your sleep?" He asks instead, folding his arms over his chest. An all-knowing smirk across his face.
Aria's cheeks flash a bright red, "No reason! Shut up! Leave. Argh no, cannot do this so early in the morning." She leaves her room, going downstairs to pour herself a cup of coffee with Derek on her heels. Stiles had retreated to his room somewhere in the chaos.
"Were you dreaming about me?" He presses.
"No. No I was not." Aria says firmly, her hand shaking as she pours the coffee into her mug, "Not that it'd be any of your business what or who I was dreaming about." She snaps at him. Finally taking a sip of her coffee.
Derek smirks, "Right. I came here because I got a weird text from your brother last night and wanted to talk to you about it."
"Do you really listen to any of the nonsense my brother spews out?"
Derek pulls out his phone, lazily drawing his thumb down on the screen, "Lets see here. Ah, 'Aria came home all hot and sweaty, you guys better be training or you have me to answer to'." Derek raises his eyebrows at Aria, "That sort of implies something, doesn't it? Especially since you came to my practice smelling like another werewolf."
Aria's cheeks flame, "You guys can smell that stuff?" She asks in horror.
Derek nods, "So I did some investigating. Really, you and Lahey?"
"Yes, really, Lahey and I." Aria mutters, "He's nice to me, he's sweet, he's funny, and he's hot. Also hasn't tried to kill me, which, by the way, is a complete turn off. There's nothing wrong with him. So yes, really."
Derek puts his phone back into his pocket, "You could do better."
"Did you really come here to give me dating advice? What happened to our war against the Alphas? What's this, some, ply for my affections?" Aria folds her arms over her chest, "Really, give me a break."
"I just came here to tell you to be careful. He's kind of.. damaged." Derek says slowly.
"Good, I have an affinity for broken people." Aria says with a smile, "So you can go now." Aria walks him to the door and before he opens the door, he turns around and presses Aria against the door.
"I heard my name." Derek says with a shit-eating smirk.
Aria's cheeks turn a bright red, "Haven't got a clue about what you're talking about." She stutters.
Her resolve begins to falter when he puts his hips against hers, "Sure you don't." Then he's pushing off of her, opening the door, and leaving. Aria leans against the wall, sliding down it, now even more sexually bothered than before.
Aria sits in a booth at Perkins with Stiles and her Dad. He's excited to be there, to finally have a night off to hang out with his cool kids, that's what he called them. Aria and Stiles begged him to stop calling them that but he hasn't stopped.
"So Aria, you excited to pick up your car tomorrow?" Her Dad asks.
Aria nods, "Definitely. My Chemistry teacher is getting sick of me being late, thanks for that Stiles." Aria says with a glare shot towards Stiles.
"No problem-o, little sister." Stiles says, flipping through the menu idly, "Now now now, what does Papa want tonight?" He says, ravaging the menu with his eyes. "Hmm." He says every few seconds.
"How are things going with you and that boy, Aria?" Dad asks, flipping through the menu.
Stiles stops flipping through it, putting the menu down, leaning towards Aria, "Boy? What boy? There aren't any boys in Aria's life, right Aria? No boys." Stiles shakes his head. "No sirrr-ee."
Dad puts the menu down, looking genuinely confused, "That Lahey boy."
"Issac?!" Stiles say in outrage, "Really? Issac? You're with Issac? What about Derek?"
"Derek? Derek Hale?" Dad asks, looking at Aria intensely, "Aria, he's so much older than you. I don't approve, you aren't allowed to see him. Actually, no boys, you're done with boys."
Stiles nods encouragingly, "Yes, I agree, no boys for Aria."
Aria flips through the menu, sighing, "Are you kidding me?"
"It's the skirts, Dad, I swear, it's the skirts." Stiles shakes his head disapprovingly, "She comes back from France and suddenly she's got guys crawling all over her. Our little girl is growing up, Pops, I don't like it." Aria shyly tugs her skirt down, realizing the disapproving eyes of her father and Stiles.
Then, as if Aria was unlucky enough, Derek Hale walks in with Peter Hale. She'd never actually seen the man, only heard what Lydia's told her. None of what Lydia had told her had been good.
"I just want a nice night with my kids, damn it." Her Dad says, drawing his eyes back down to Aria, "No funny business tonight, Aria." He scolds.
Aria glances at him, "How about no girls for Stiles? Specifically, no Lydia." She says with a little bounce in her step, a smirk on her lips.
Stiles glares at her, "Don't you dare. Tell her that's not fair Dad!"
"No more sleepovers, so no more seeing Lydia in her pajamas, oh poor Stiles." Aria purses her lips, rolling her eyes, "Two can play hardball, you know."
Stiles lowly growls at her, "This is supposed to be a nice family dinner."
"Then leave my love life out of it." Aria snarls back.
"Kids, come on, calm down. We'll talk about this when we get home. For now, I want to know what's going on in your lives." Their Dad interrupts them, the two siblings were now sharing an intense glare and if Aria was a werewolf she would have torn out his throat by now.
Aria leans back in her seat, defeatedly sighing. The waitress comes by and takes their orders, sensing the tension, the waitress quickly leaves with their orders, only coming back to drop off their drinks. She feels her phone vibrate in her pocket and checks it to see a text from Derek.
Meet in the alleyway, there's an exit by the womens bathroom.
She texts him back, are you crazy?
Just a tad. His text is swift and he gets up from the booth, seemingly leaving.
"Good riddance." Her Dad mutters, drinking his diet Dr. Pepper, "That guy is trouble, I'm telling you Aria, you're too good for guys like him. You need to find a nice, sensible boy, like Scott."
It was Stiles's turn to choke on his sprite, "Scott?! Dad, that's my best friend, do you really want my sister to have babies with my best friend? God Dad, that's disgusting. Please, start approving of Issac or something, I don't think I could stomach Scott.. doing my sister." Stiles says the last part with a shudder.
"I need to use the bathroom." Aria says abruptly, sliding out of her booth, "You guys are making me sick." She grumbles, charging towards the bathroom. Fortunately for her, the bathroom was hidden by a wall, as was the exit. She notices she's going to need to get back in, so she grabs a napkin dispenser to use as a way to prop open the door. She exits into the cold October air, she pulls her cardigan tighter around her. She sees Derek leaning against the wall beside the exit.
"What are you doing here?" She snaps at him, "I'm already in enough trouble with my Dad, really don't need to add you into the mix."
"Not my fault your brother has a big mouth." Derek says innocently. "I wanted to talk to you."
Aria groans, throwing her hands up in the air, "Haven't we done enough talking today? I'm getting really sick of hearing the same thing. Run from Alphas, don't like Issac, I heard my name.. la de da. We get it, you're jealous."
Derek raises his eyebrow at her, "You've got it all down."
Aria's face flames, "What? I do? Uh, no I don't. Because you being jealous would imply something."
"I know. It implies that I'm in love with you."
Aria throws back her head, laughing, "Oh man, you really had me going for a second there, oh wee. And Stiles says you don't have a sense of humor, you natural born comedian, you!" She lightly punches his arm.
Derek chuckles, "I'm here to warn you about the Alphas. They're keeping a closer eye on you. There's a tail on you, right now."
Aria gets serious, tilting her head to the side, "Who? Where?"
"I took care of them."
"Took care of? Did you kill them?" She hisses.
"What was I supposed to do?"
Aria makes a weird squeal-y noise, "Oh my god you killed someone." She says in a hushed whisper, her hands flying up to her mouth. "This is crazy, absolutely crazy. You killed someone, don't you realize that?"
Derek nods, folding his arms over his muscled chest, "They weren't going to leave you alone."
"Thank god you weren't around when I was in Kindergarten you would have taken out my entire class." Aria rakes her hands nervously through her hair. "You know, I have a strict warning to stay away from you and I'm really starting to see why."
"Why's that?"
"Uh, lets see, you're dangerous, cocky, sort of totally an asshole, and you're kind of raging hot - which is not the point, so don't get all cocky. Okay, stop smirking." Aria warns him, pointing a finger at him, "Stop that."
Derek gives her a little smile, "Tell your Dad I like the skirts." He says, then he turns around and leaves.
"Hey! Hey!" She tries to say in a hushed whisper, but the only response she gets from him is him waving goodbye. Damn it, Derek Hale.