HARSHER THAN THE BARK
A/N: Love, love, love reading your guys' reviews! They're all so lovely and they inspire me to keep writing so thank you very much wolfies:) In regards to the question about Scarlett's appearance...I don't actually have an actress in mind, I just have an image of a random girl with tan skin, chocolate brown eyes and brown hair which does sound an awful lot like Nina Dobrev but I don't want you guys to imagine her as Scarlett because I feel that when you think Nina you think Elena Gilbert/Katherine Pierce and Scarlett is not either. So, I invite you to imagine anyone you want as Scarlett (that fits the description) but also, if you want a kind of reference then I suppose she's along the lines of Vanessa Hudgens. Again, she's not who I picture Scarlett to be but I think she's close enough in appearance. I know all of that probably sounds horribly confusing but if you get what I'm trying to say then I hope it helped somewhat haha and if didn't then here, have a chapter to make up for it...:) Oh, but I do have actresses for the other OC's -
Mary: Amy Gumenick. (Young Mary from Supernatural, hence where I got the name)
Brooke: Megan Fox (younger obviously)
Taylor (who you've yet to meet): Ashley Olsen.
Scarlett sat in class, taking turns between glaring at the back of Scott's head and writing down an essay plan. She was sitting across from Stiles so it was easy for her to hear him when he attempted whispering to Scott.
"So if Derek isn't the Alpha then who is?" Stiles asked. Scott had told them both that morning about how he went to Derek's house, blamed him for the death of the bus driver, and how Derek then told him that he wasn't even the one that bit him but it was in fact another werewolf. An Alpha, to be exact.
"Probably someone that either wants revenge on Derek or just…hates him. Also, they've gotta be alone. Like, not a lot of connections because why else would they want to turn you?" Scarlett added in, making a dig at her brother but he either didn't notice or didn't care.
"I don't know." Scott muttered.
"Does Allison's dad know about the Alpha?"
"I don't know!" Scott snapped, turning to face Stiles and Scarlett, making the whole class turn to look at him.
Scarlett's test paper was handed back to her and she smiled at the red 'A' on it. She looked at Stiles to see that he also got an A. They high-fived and then looked at Scott's paper which was graded as a 'D.'
"You need to study more Scott." Scarlett said, her tone coming out nastier than she meant for it to be. At that point, she didn't really care though. If he was going to act like a bitch then so was she.
"Yeah, I get that. Thank you." Scott snapped at her. She just rolled her eyes. "I'm going to Allison's to study tonight." That fact only made Scarlett roll her eyes again.
"That's my boy." Stiles said, sounding proud.
"You're disgusting." She whispered to him, knowing what was going through his mind. Apparently, to boys, 'study' meant sex. And she learned that from her time of dating Jackson…not something that she really wanted to think about. Those memories were supposed to be locked away somewhere in the back of her mind. In a vault that was never to be opened.
"We're just studying." Scott said, being the oh-so innocent boy he was.
"Uh- no, you're not." Stiles protested.
"No I'm not…?"
"Not if I'm forced to live vicariously through you. If you go to her house tonight and squander that colossal opportunity, I swear to God I'll have you de-balled!"
"Okay." Scott said, ending Stiles' rant. "No more questions."
"Got it. No more questions or talk about the Alpha or Derek…especially Derek, who…still scares me." Stiles said causing Scarlett to crack a smile. She loved how much Derek scared the crap out of both Stiles and Scott. Well, not really Scott as much anymore but she knew Derek would still be able to kick his ass in a fight which made Scarlett relatively happy.
"Hey Scar, do you have a sec?" Scarlett turned and groaned internally at the sight of Jackson swaggering up to her.
"For you Jackson? No." She went back to looking through her locker, trying to find the book she needed. The hallway was deserted apart from the two of them and that made Scarlett slightly uncomfortable.
He slammed her locker closed, making her jump back and glare at him.
"What the hell do you want?" She asked angrily.
"I couldn't help but notice how you don't really hang around Lydia and I when we're together and I just wanted to say that you don't have to be jealous of her." He said obnoxiously. She narrowed her eyes at him before letting out a laugh.
"Jealous? You think I'm jealous of Lydia? For dating you?" She thought it was probably the most ridiculous thing she'd ever heard. Right up there next to werewolves being real. "Jackson, let's not forget that I was the one who broke up with you. Not the other way around."
"Yeah, but come on…I know you didn't want to and now look at you, you're all alone." He tried putting on a sincere face but she could see right through it.
"Actually yes. I very much did want to break up with you and no, I don't like being around you and Lydia because quite frankly, I think she's too good for you and you're a selfish, narcissistic little bastard." She finished with a false smile. He let out a sound that was between a scoff and a laugh and he looked down before looking back up at her, trying not to lose his cool.
"You're hurt, I get it." He said, moving a piece of hair behind her ear. She whacked his arm quickly, not wanting him to touch her or be in her personal space at all.
"Don't touch me." She gritted out.
"Scarlett." She looked behind her and saw Derek, not looking too hot.
"Derek, what are you doing here?" He was really pale and sweaty and he looked tired because of the dark circles under his eyes. "Are you okay?"
He moved slightly and looked as if he was going to fall so Scarlett's hands shot out to steady him.
"Where's Scott?" He asked, his voice was strained and Scarlett had no clue as to what was wrong with him.
"Why should we tell you?" Jackson asked. Why hadn't he left already? His very presence was pissing Scarlett off royally.
"I didn't ask you." Derek said lowly.
"Get lost Jackson." Scarlett hissed at him. Jackson ignored her and continued to look at Derek in an arrogant way he looked at everyone. The way that was supposed to make him look unapproachable and tougher than everybody else but in reality only made him look like more of a douchebag than he already was.
"Okay tough guy. How about I help you find him, if you tell me what you're selling him."
"Oh my God Jackson just leave. I'll help you find Scott." Scarlett reassured Derek who continued to give Jackson an incredulous look.
"No. Not until he tells me what it is. Is it Dianabol? Hmm? HGH?"
"Steroids." Derek said disbelievingly while Scarlett glared at Jackson.
"No, girl scout cookies. What the hell do you think I'm talking about? And whatever it is you're selling, I would stop sampling the merchandise. You look wrecked."
"Okay, Jackson…Seriously, shut the fuck up. Derek, let's go find Scott." Scarlett said, turning away from Jackson and still helping Derek steady himself.
"We're not finished talking Scarlett." Jackson said, yanking her arm making her jerk backwards. That's when Derek snapped and shoved Jackson, face-first, against the lockers causing Jackson to groan in pain.
"Oh shit." Scarlett said when she saw that Derek's claws had went into Jackson's neck. They were all bloody now. "We gotta go."
Scarlett put one of Derek's arms around her shoulders and helped support his weight which was hard to do considering how small she was in comparison to him and although she had muscle from her years of cheerleading, he was still pretty much putting all of his weight onto her even though she could tell he was trying not to.
Derek stopped and concentrated as if he was listening to something although Scarlett could hear nothing.
"What do you know about Scott going to Allison's house?" He asked her suddenly.
She gave him a weird look. "Why?"
"Just tell me."
"Uh- yeah, he's going there after school to study but we all know that's not what's going to happen." Scarlett scoffed. She really didn't want to think about her brother's sex life.
Derek looked worried and she was going to ask him why he wanted to know but the bell rang and he covered his ears looking to be in even more pain considering they were standing right underneath the bell.
"Alright…come on." She said, starting to walk again. She was keen to know what the hell had happened to him but she assumed she'd learn when he was talking to Scott so she didn't say anything.
They got outside and she told Derek to stay put until she got back from asking around about Scott. He nodded and she left.
After having no luck she noticed Stiles' jeep and thought that he was probably her best bet so she made her way over to him but when she got there he was stopped in front Derek who was lying in the middle of the road.
"Derek!" She whisper-shouted, running over to him. "You cannot be doing this. Seriously, people are looking! You have to get the hell up." She kept saying, trying to help him up but every move he made was causing him more pain.
"What the hell?" She heard Scott say.
"Where the hell have you been?" She asked. He went to answer but she stopped him. "Just help me get him up."
Stiles had gotten out of the jeep as well and there was a crowd starting to form around them, along with loads of people honking their horns. Scarlett ignored them and managed to get Derek sitting up.
"What happened to you?" Scott asked.
"I was shot." Derek replied making Scarlett gasp.
"Shouldn't you be healing?" She asked, remembering what he had told her about werewolves healing quickly.
"He doesn't look so good…" Stiles said from behind them.
"Very helpful, thank you." Stiles made a face at Scarlett and she rolled her eyes at him.
"I can't-" Derek breathed out. "It w-was a different kind of bullet."
"A silver bullet?" Stiles asked in a shocked tone.
"No, you idiot." Derek spat out.
"Wait, wait. That's what she meant when she said you had forty-eight hours." Scott said, seeming to have an epiphany.
"What? Wh-who said that?"
"The woman who shot you." Scott replied. Just then, Derek let out a cry of pain and Scarlett felt really bad for him especially because she couldn't do anything to help. His eyes started turning electric blue and Scarlett's eyes widened. Was he shifting?
"What are you doing?! Stop that!" Scott said.
"I can't."
"Help me put him in your car." Scott said to Stiles. Scarlett looked at her twin, offended.
"Hey, I think I'm perfectly capable of helping you put him in the car." She said.
"Whatever, just move him." Scott said as she also grabbed a hold of Derek and started dragging him to Stiles' jeep.
"I'll go with them. You can take our car to Allison's." Scarlett said, hopping into the back of the jeep. It was supposed to be her turn for the car but she didn't really want to leave Stiles alone with Derek.
She listened to Scott and Derek talk about how whoever shot him was an Argent and then Scott told Stiles to start driving.
"I hate you so much for this." Stiles complained before driving away.
After a while, Scarlett leaned forward and asked Derek how he was doing. He didn't reply, he just looked at her and she felt kind of stupid.
"Right…crappy question. Sorry." She apologised, sitting back again.
"Scott hasn't found the bullet yet so…" Stiles said, throwing his phone down and then looking at Derek who was taking off his jacket. "Hey, try not to bleed out on my seats okay? We're almost there."
"Almost where?"
"You're house." Stiles said as if it was obvious.
"You can't take me there." Derek protested.
"I can't take you to your own house?" Stiles asked, not believing that crap.
"Not when I can't protect myself." Stiles sighed and pulled on to the side of the road.
"What happens if Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet? Hm? Are you dying?" Stiles asked him, his patience becoming shorter.
Scarlett was horrified by the thought of Derek dying but she had been wondering the same thing. She just wished that Scott would actually find the bullet and not mess everything up because he was being selfish. She chewed on her bottom lip nervously, looking back and forth between Stiles and Derek as they talked.
"Not yet…" Her chest tightened when he said that. He better not freaking die. "I have a last resort." That made her feel slightly better but not much and the worry was still eating at her.
"And what would that be…?" Scarlett asked, fearing the answer. Derek rolled up the sleeve of his shirt and she felt as if she was going to be sick and apparently so did Stiles.
"Oh, my God. What is that? Ugh, is that contagious? You know what, you should probably just get out." Stiles said, looking completely disgusted by the wound in Derek's arm. There was a hole, obviously made from the bullet and the surrounding skin was dark and bruised looking because of the prominent black veins that ran in all directions from the wound. There was also some sort of squishy liquid oozing out of it and it was horrible. His arm looked like it had been infected with some life-threatening disease which wasn't actually too far from the truth.
"Stiles!" Scarlett hissed. As much as she didn't like looking at the wound, she wasn't just going to let Derek be thrown onto the street while he was dying.
"What? It's freaking disgusting!"
"Start the car. Now." Derek said weakly.
"I don't think you should be barking orders with the way you look okay? A-and in fact I think that if I wanted to, I could probably drag your werewolf ass out into the middle of the road and leave you for dead."
"But I'm not gonna let him do that because I actually have a heart." Scarlett told Derek. He looked at her and she gave him a small smile before he glared menacingly at Stiles.
"Start the car. Or, I'm gonna rip your throat out…with my teeth." Scarlett had to admit that she found that pretty fucking attractive. Derek making threats like that. Of course, she wouldn't be too happy if he actually did kill Stiles but she couldn't deny that him speaking like that had some sort of weird effect on her. If the circumstances had been different there might've been a good chance of her jumping his bones right then and there.
Stiles looked out the window but then started the car grudgingly, scared and annoyed by Derek's death threat.
After a couple more hours of driving around aimlessly, Stiles pulled over and called Scott again. While he did that, Scarlett leaned forward and started talking to Derek. She wanted to find some way to take his mind off of the pain or at least make him feel slightly better because she hated seeing him like that.
"So um, I talked to my friend this morning and she said that it's no problem about the window so you can just go whenever and say I sent you and that's her debt to me cleared." She told him with a quiet laugh.
"Thank you but it really wasn't necessary." He said although she could tell it took a lot of strength for him to talk.
"Like I said, it's no biggie." She smiled at him and he wanted to smile back but he couldn't muster one up and he hoped she understood that, which she did.
"By the way, he's starting to smell." Both Scarlett and Derek turned to look at Stiles.
"Like what?" She heard Scott ask on the other line.
"Like death." Stiles said, exaggerating the truth. Yeah, Derek didn't smell as amazing as he normally did but she wouldn't go as far as saying he smelled like death.
"Take him to the Animal Clinic."
"What about your boss?" Stiles asked. That was a good point. Surely Dr Deaton would still be there and if he wasn't how were they supposed to get in? Unless Scott had a key.
"He's gone by now. There's a spare key behind the dumpster." She knew it.
Stiles handed the phone to Derek. "Did you find it?" Scarlett leaned back again and from there, she couldn't hear Scott anymore.
"Look, if you don't find it then I'm dead." Scarlett's heart sank.
"Then think about this, the Alpha called you out against your will and he's gonna do it again. Next time, you either kill with him or you get killed. So if you wanna stay alive then you need me…find the bullet." Derek then hung up and gave Stiles his phone back.
Stiles opened the door and the three of them walked into the garage of the clinic. Derek went straight for the wall where he slid down it and held his arm looking really worn out. Stiles got a text from Scott, and Scarlett, well she just stood there not really sure of what to do.
"Does Nordic Blue Monkshood mean anything to you?" Stiles asked Derek.
"It's a rare form of wolfsbane. He has to bring me the bullet."
"Why?"
"Cause I'm gonna die without it."
Scarlett chose that moment to step in. "You're not gonna die. Scott's gonna get the bullet and you're gonna freaking live. Stop being so damn negative."
Both boys looked at her and she stared right back, refusing to let anyone believe that Derek was going to die. She just had to make sure she believed it as well which meant that she needed to believe in Scott, which she was finding hard to do.
Scarlett helped Derek up as Stiles opened the door that lead to the main surgery room. Derek parted from her and she began shaking slightly when he took his shirt off.
"Oh, sweet Jesus." She mumbled as she took in his half naked form. Derek had heard her and he smirked internally but he had to concentrate on finding what he needed. She noticed an interesting tattoo on his strong, defined back… right between his shoulder blades. It was three sort-of spirals that were connected. There was probably some meaningful story behind it and she made a mental note to ask him later when he was back in full swing and not on the verge of death.
Scarlett didn't know what else to do other than watch Derek and admire his perfectly sculpted chest and torso. He had abs but they weren't so defined that they were fake looking, they were actually just right. And then of course there was his prominent V-lines that led from his hips into his jeans and…Scarlett stopped herself from thinking any further. She should probably at least be trying to help.
"You know it doesn't look like anything some Echinacea and a good night's sleep couldn't cure." Stiles said when Derek put his arm on the steel table, letting Scarlett get a good look at his muscly bicep which she also approved of. Obviously, what Stiles had said wasn't true but Scarlett didn't know what else to say.
"If this infection reaches my heart, it'll kill me."
"Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary, is it?" Stiles asked making Scarlett role her eyes even though she had said practically the same thing earlier.
"If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time," Derek opened a drawer, taking out some sort of power-saw thing. "Last resort…"
Stiles hadn't seen it at that point but Scarlett had and she got an even worse feeling because she knew what his last resort was now.
"You're gonna cut off my arm." Derek said to Stiles although the words made Scarlett feel sick. She couldn't watch his arm getting sawed off. Like, what the hell?
"Um…I really don't think you're gonna need to chop your arm off Derek. Scott will be here with bullet you just need to wait a little longer." Scarlett said although she was doubting her own words.
"I don't have time." Derek said, pushing the saw across the table to Stiles.
"I beg to differ." Scarlett protested.
"I am going to die, Scarlett. This is the only way. Scott isn't here." Derek told her sternly. She inhaled deeply and tried to calm herself down.
Stiles turned on the saw for a split second and then put it back down, getting even more freaked out. "What if you bleed to death?" He asked while Derek made a tourniquet out of some blue elastic.
"It'll heal if it works." He said through clenched teeth.
"Look…I don't know if I can do this." Stiles was looking squeamish. Scarlett would feel the same way if Derek was asking her to do it.
"Why not?" He demanded.
"Well, because of the cutting of the flesh, the sawing of the bone and especially the blood!"
"You faint at the sight of blood?"
"No, but I might at the sight of a chopped off arm!" Stiles exclaimed. "Why can't you do it Scar?"
She hated the idea of it but if it would save Derek's life then she would suck it up and try not to vomit on him. But, before she got a chance to reply Derek spoke.
"No. You're gonna do it."
"But I can't!"
"Fine, how about this? Either you cut off my arm or I'm gonna cut off your head." Another threat. And this time he was shirtless. Great.
"Okay, you know what I am so not buying you're threats-" Before Stiles had a chance to finish, Derek had reached across the table and grabbed Stiles' shirt, yanking him forward. "Alright, fine, bought, sold. I'll do it, totally. I'll do it!"
Derek started hunching forward and Scarlett gave him a worried look before he threw up black blood. The sight made her want to vomit as well.
"Holy God, what the hell is that?" Stiles' voice went up an octave as he looked in horror at Derek.
"My body, it's trying to heal itself." Derek rasped out. "Now. You gotta do it now." He leaned off of the table so that just his arm was on it. Scarlett's eyes widened and she started panicking.
"Look honestly, I don't think I can." Stiles admitted.
"Just do it!" Derek shouted.
"Oh my God."
"Holy shit…" Scarlett said as Stiles turned on the saw. She went to stand at the other side so that she was crouched down beside Derek's face and she wasn't looking at Stiles. He put the saw to Derek's arm and Scarlett panicked. She didn't know what else to do so she grabbed Derek's face and kissed him.
"Alright, here we go…" She heard Stiles say and she kissed Derek harder. He kissed her back and braced himself for the sure agony to come but it never did. Scarlett pulled away extremely quickly when she heard Scott's voice.
She looked up to see Scott run in wearing a horrified expression at the scene before him. Scarlett let out a sigh of relief.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
"Oh, you just prevented a life time of nightmares." Stiles said as his face flooded with relief.
"Great timing." Scarlett told Scott.
"Did you get it?" Derek asked. Scott dug the bullet out of his pocket and handed it to Derek who was standing up. He examined it but Scarlett noticed he looked as if he was going to pass out.
"What're you gonna do with it?"
"I'm gonna…I'm gon-" He dropped the bullet and fell to the ground before Scarlett could try and steady him. The bullet rolled away and Scott chased after it.
"Oh my God!" Scarlett said as she knelt beside Derek who was unconscious on the floor. "Derek?" She shook him but he didn't open his eyes.
Stiles dropped down beside her as well and started slapping Derek's face. "Come on Derek. Wake up. Scott what the hell are we gonna do?"
"I don't know!" Scott called, he was trying to get back the bullet but it had fallen into the drain. "I can't reach it."
"Derek…please wake up." Scarlett squeezed his hand as Stiles continued slapping him.
"He's not waking up! I think he's dying… I think he's dead!"
"He's not dead Stiles!" Scarlett hissed at him. She could still see Derek breathing.
"Just hold on!" Scott shouted.
"What do we do?" Scarlett asked Stiles who was just as clueless as she was.
"Um…punch him." He suggested.
"You punch him!"
"No, he'll kill me! He won't kill you. Besides, you have a better right hook anyway." Stiles told her. That much was true. She groaned and moved so that she was straddling Derek and she looked regretful before she even did it.
"Please don't hate me…" With that she punched him square in the face and her hand felt like it had been broken but it worked and Derek came to. She quickly got off of him whilst cradling her injured hand. What the hell was his face made of? She was going to have to get her hand checked out because there is no way there wasn't going to be some sort of bruising on the bone now.
"I got it!" Scott said, coming back over to them. Derek got to his feet with Stiles' help and took the bullet.
Scarlett watched as he bit the top of the bullet off and emptied its contents onto the table before taking out a lighter and lighting the powder up. There was a strange reaction and the sparks started flying up making the teens jump back a bit before the sparks died down and rising from the ashes was a strange blue smoke. Derek gathered it into his hand and hesitated before applying it directly onto his wound.
He started screaming in pain and Scarlett clenched her jaw. In all honesty, she hated seeing him in pain and she felt the need to cry. He fell onto the floor again, still screaming and convulsing and Scarlett couldn't imagine what that must've felt like.
Mixed in with his screaming was his growling and for a moment, Scarlett thought he was going to shift but thankfully, he didn't and she watched as all the infected and disgusting looking veins on his arm made their way back up to the actual bullet wound and it all healed.
"That. Was…Awesome! Yes!" Stiles shouted, earning strange looks from the twins. Derek got up and he looked like he was back to his normal self.
"Are you okay?" Scarlett asked softly.
"Except from the agonizing pain?" He asked sarcastically, making her glare. And to think she had almost been crying at seeing him like that. Dick.
"Guessing the ability to use sarcasm's a good sign of health." Stiles said and it was Derek's turn to glare.
"Okay, we saved your life." Scott exclaimed. "Which means you're gonna leave us alone. You got that?"
Wait a minute…she didn't really want Derek to leave them alone, well her anyway. Sure he was a dick but she enjoyed his company and he seemed to be the only person she could actually talk to anymore. If he left her alone then she wouldn't be able to talk to anyone and she'd end up going insane.
"And if you don't then I'm gonna go back to Allison's dad and I-I'm gonna tell him everything-"
"Scott…" Scarlett began to protest but Derek cut in as well.
"You're gonna trust them? You think they can help you?"
"Well why not? They're a lot freaking nicer than you are." Scott shouted. To Scarlett, he was just making an ass of himself.
"Yeah, I can show you exactly how nice they are." Derek said grimly.
Scott, Scarlett and Derek all got out of Derek's car when they arrived at the hospital.
"What are we doing here?" Scott questioned. Derek didn't say anything so Scott looked to Scarlett who shrugged and followed after Derek.
They walked through the building until Derek stopped at one of the doors. Scarlett walked in after Derek and Scott followed closely behind her. She saw a man, sitting in a wheelchair. He wasn't moving at all but his eyes were open and she could only see one side of him.
"Who is he?" Scarlett asked Derek quietly.
"My uncle." He answered. Scarlett was under the impression that Derek didn't have any family left to speak of but here was his uncle. Of course, considering that he was in there…he must've been the only person to escape the Hale House fire but with serious injuries. "Peter Hale."
"Is he like you…a werewolf?" Scott asked.
"He was. Now he's barely even human." Scarlett felt sympathetic for Derek and she wished that she could just reach out and hold his hand or hug him but he wasn't really that kind of guy so she refrained from doing so. "Six years ago my sister and I were at school. Our house caught fire. Eleven people were trapped inside…He was the only survivor."
Scarlett quickly wiped away the stray tear that had fallen from her eye. If she understood, then…the Argent's had set the house on fire. The family of hunters. Allison's family.
As if Scott was thinking the same thing he spoke up. "So what makes you so sure that they set the fire?"
"Because they're the only ones that knew about us."
"Then, they had a reason." Scott said, trying to find any excuse for the Argent's actions.
"Like what?" Derek questioned, fixing Scott with a cold stare. "You tell me what justifies this." Derek moved Peter's chair around, causing his head to fall limply to the side revealing the horrible burn marks that adorned an entire half of his face. Scarlett gasped quietly and covered her mouth. "They say they'll only kill an adult and only with absolute proof but there were people in my family that were perfectly ordinary in that fire. This is what they do. And it's what Allison will do!"
"What are you doing?" A voice asked from the door. They all turned around to see a small redheaded nurse. "How did you get in here?"
"We were just leaving." Derek said, taking Scarlett's arm and walking out with Scott close behind them.
Once Scott was out of the car and on his way up to the house, Scarlett turned to Derek giving him a sympathetic look.
Derek liked the fact that she cared so much but it seemed as though she was never done feeling sorry for him and he didn't want her to pity him. He didn't need that.
"I'm sorry, I-I didn't even know anyone survived that fire." She said, shaking her head slightly. "A-and seeing him and knowing it was Allison's family that did that, I just…"
"It's not your fault. Don't worry about it." He looked away from her and noticed how she was cradling her hand and he remembered that she'd hurt it when she punched him. "How's the hand?"
Scarlett looked at her hand which was already starting to bruise. "Um, it's fine. Just a little bruised…but that's not what we're talking about. We're talking about how I worry about you." She cursed herself for saying that out loud and quickly started talking again, not catching the corners of his mouth twitching upward. "I mean, somebody has to. It sucks being alone and I know that you really don't have a lot of friends and-"
"How do you know for sure that I don't have a lot of friends? Maybe…I have loads." He teased with a slight smirk. How in the hell, after the shitty day he'd had, was just talking to her enough to make him feel better?
She gave him an incredulous look. "Do you?" When he didn't answer she smirked. "Didn't think so…therefore I am taking up that job."
"What?" He asked with a raised brow.
"Yeah, I'm gonna be your friend because you don't have any and mine all suck most of the time."
"And since when do friends kiss each other?" Shit. She should've known he would bring that up at some point.
"Since…we both thought that your arm was going to get chopped off and I didn't know what else to do to distract you." She said hopelessly.
"You could have done nothing."
"True, but what kind of friend would I have been then?" She asked with a smile. He couldn't help but smile back and shake his head. She was…something else, and he liked her.
Scarlett went to get out of the car but then she realised that she had the perfect opportunity to get him back for what he said about her cheerleading uniform when she went to talk to him in jail.
His eyes widened slightly as she leaned over to him. "Nice abs by the way." She whispered in his ear before leaning back and actually getting out of the car.
He laughed to himself when she was inside the house. Yep, something else entirely.