Chapter Five: The Sudden Surprise
Rose pushed Scott inside her apartment, throwing her phone on the couch as she dragged him to her room, throwing him on her bed. Smiling, Rose jumped on top of Scott, a few laughs here, and a few moans there. As a couple hours passed by, it was around three in the morning and Rose came out of her room in Scott's shirt and her underwear. Flicking on the light, she heard a knock at the door and turned to the bedroom.
"Scott, I've got to get the door." She yelled, running over to the door as she pulled it open, looking back as Scott peaked out of her bedroom, only to turn back to what she never expected to see- her parents and her two older siblings, her brother, Malcolm, and her sister, Cheyenne who was nicknamed Chey.
"Scott, we've got company." Rose mumbled, staring back at Scott who almost fell out of the room as Rose's parents stared at an almost naked daughter.
"Way to score." Chey whispered to Rose as she came inside, followed by Malcolm, her dad, and her mom.
"Did you do it with that boy?" Her mom yelled as Rose was changed into her nightie and Scott was changed into his shirt and his jeans.
"That boy's name is Scott and yes, I did." Rose said proudly as Scott shifted awkwardly next to Rose and she grabbed his hand, smiling.
"Did I give you permission?" Her mom asked, not believing what she just walked in on.
"I had to call you if I wanted to have sex with Scott at three in the morning? God, mom, you all live in Kansas and I live in California." Rose said, trying to make a point, but seeing she wasn't getting anywhere.
"Mary Anne Rose Summers!" Her dad raised his voice only to be cut off by Rose who was tired of being yelled at over and over again.
"By accident I burn the barn down and you send me away to California, alone. Some parenting you both are doing!" Rose shouted, frustrated as her parents where mad at her while Chey and Malcolm were watching the whole thing.
"You are sixteen years old!" Her dad shouted as her mom supported him, nodding along.
"That's it. Dad, mom, Chey, Malcolm, get the hell out of my apartment!" Rose shouted, pointing to the door as she watched as her mom was about to say something, but didn't care.
"You can not just-" Rose's mom tried to say, but Rose cut her off, angry about all of it.
"First you come here without telling me, then you track me down, and finally you start yelling at me while you were both the ones who kicked me out, telling me to start a new life in California! Well, this is my new life and it was spent well until you came around! Please, just leave." Rose said as her parents stared, angry at Rose as she did the same and her siblings completely shocked.
Once all of them left, Rose shut the door, falling against it as she started to cry, yelling, "This is my life," over and over again. Scott ran over to Rose, dropping to his knees, then turning as he started hugging her in his lap, rocking her back and forth, listening to her start to whisper it now. When Rose finished her yelling, she finally fell asleep in Scott's arms, letting Scott pick her up and bring her to her room. As Scott put Rose in her bed, he pulled the covers over Rose, kissed her head, and walked out of her apartment fully clothed.
When Rose woke up, she realized what happened last night and climbed out of her bed. For today, she didn't care if she looked like a mess, she might as well say goodbye to everyone she met as her parents wouldn't let her stay in California. Picking up a leather skirt, a red spaghetti strapped top, a leather jacket, and a pair of black all star converse, Rose got ready for school. As she swung her bag over her shoulder, she put her iPhone and key in her pocket as usual as she opened the door and walked out, making sure it was locked. Rubbing her left hand over her face, Rose thought about last night and quickly pulled out her phone, dialing Scott's number to see if he was alright. Walking out of the apartment, she turned down an ally, a shortcut to the school.
"Hello?" Scott's voice answered, sounding tired like he hasn't slept in days.
"Just calling to check on you. My parents didn't freak you out, did they?" Rose asked as she thought she heard something coming from the dumpster.
"Not at all. How are you?" Scott asked, concerned how Rose was feeling.
"Hold on." Rose began as she walked over to the dumpster, seeing nothing as she turned around, suddenly feeling something grab her ankle and she looked down just as she was pulled back, loosing her phone as she tried to grab something to hold on to.
"Rose?" Scott asked as he heard her phone hit the ground and he began to worry.
"Scott! Oh, god. Scott," Rose screamed as she kicked back whatever was holding onto her, crawling to her phone as she said, "Help me," before dropping it again, dragged back to whatever held onto her ankle, clawing with her fingernails to grab onto anything around her.
Just as she thought she was going to die, somebody grabbed her hand, pulling her back and she held onto the hand. When the thing let go of her ankle, Rose fell back into the arms of whoever helped her and she turned her face, seeing who it was.
"Are you okay?" The man asked, helping Rose up as she looked into his eyes, falling under his perfect charm... for the moment.
"Wouldn't say okay, but I've had worse." Rose replied as she picked up her bag along with her phone and looked back up at the man.
"Really?" The man asked, laughing a little as if mocking Rose and or not believing her.
"Thanks for saving me my life. I've got to go call my... friend or boyfriend. Would you call him your boyfriend if you were in bed with him?" Rose asked herself before looking up at the man who raised an eyebrow and said, "Depends."
"Let's just say the people around us couldn't sleep, and the people next to the apartment building couldn't sleep either. Pretty much the whole street couldn't." Rose said, twisting a part of her black hair around her finger as she looked up at him.
"I'd say you're out of the friend zone. The next time you need help, yell for me." He said, beginning to walk away before Rose stopped him.
"What's your name?" Rose shouted, stepping forward by one step and watching him turn around.
"Hale, Derek Hale," Derek said, turning around as he looked at Rose to say, "I'll hear you," before turning back around and walking away.
"Derek Hale." Rose breathed as the word felt like poison on her lips, but it felt as somewhat a good poison.
When Rose turned around, she saw a piece of paper caught under the dumpster's wheel and picked it up. As she turned it around, she began to open her eyes, confused at what it was.
"Scott, I found this under the dumpster after the guy left." Rose said, taking out a piece of paper as she leaned over on the couch, showing it to Scott.
"'I walked up to the the cemetery entrance, immediately my breath caught in my throat. The familiar smell of death plagued my senses. The whole place gave of an eerie vibe. Branches twisted, taking on a demonic presence. My eyes skimmed over the familiar tombstones. Everything was crumbling apart. I hear a big crash behind me, making me nearly jump out of my skin. I slowly turned around to see James' tombstone was broken in half. I looked down at my arms to see goosebumps cover them entirely. Growling was heard, sounding like it was coming from all directions. The red eyes seem to glow as I stalked towards one of the bushes. I pulled it back, revealing a tall, black wolf. As I backed up, it seemed like the wolf was coming closer and closer. We watched each other. Seeming like hours was only a few minutes. I stared into it's red eyes that seemed to swallow me whole. All I remember of that day was the wolf launching itself at my throat, then everything seemed to fade away after that...'" Scott read, looking up at Rose with fright in his eyes.
"We need to talk." Rose said as she got up, walking over to the kitchen.
"About what?" Scott yelled from where he was, getting up to go after Rose.
"What happened last night." Rose whispered as she took out a packet of tea, grabbing the kettle off of the stove as she poured it into the cup.
"You don't want to see me anymore." Scott assumed, feeling Rose turn in his arms that were wrapped around her back and ended with his hands meeting at her stomach, his chin laying on her shoulder.
"Scott," Rose said as she turned around, out of his touch, and looked up at him. "I love you."
"I love you, too, Rose." Scott whispered as Rose touched his face, starting to wrap her arms around his neck as she leaned up, brushing his bottom lip with her's as she leaned in to him, kissing his lips.
"You'll always protect me, won't you?" Rose asked, staring into his eyes as he smiled at her.
"Always." Scott whispered back to Rose as she smiled, grabbing her packet of tea and dumping it into the cup before putting the kettle back on the stove.
"Who is Derek Hale?" Rose asked as she set her tea down on the table before crossing her legs on the couch and looking back at Scott.
"Why?" Scott growled, staring into Rose's innocent blue eyes, feeling his about to turn into yellow eyes.
"He was the one who saved me." Rose mumbled, sipping her tea as it was in one of her hands as she felt Scott sit at the other end of the couch.
"No one. I barely know who he is. Forget him." Scott quickly said as Rose pushed her feet out as Scott climbed up to her, laying over her body as he kissed her.
"If you say so." Rose whispered, putting her tea on the table as she brought her hand up to Scott's face, kissing him as her other one went on his back.
As they kissed, somewhere in Beacon Hills the thing that attacked Rose was planning his next attack on her, except this time torturing her instead of killing her. After it saw her with Scott, it was the death sentence, and now she was with Derek, falling to the torture. No one can ever know.