Chapter 8

Monday morning Scarlet rode with Stiles to school. She hadn't told him about seeing Derek over the weekend or about the mark that was now between her shoulder blades. She made it through the entire day without incident, after school she practiced piano in one of the labs while Stiles was at lacrosse. She headed over to the locker rooms to meet up the guys after practice.

"You tried to kill me," she heard Stiles say. Scarlet rushed into the room terrified that it was Derek.

"What is going on," she demanded.

"It's like I told you before, its the anger it's your pulse rising. It's a trigger," Stiles told Scott as he knelt in front of him.

"But that's lacrosse," Scott replied. "It's a pretty violent game if you haven't noticed."

"Still waiting to be filled in," Scarlet reminded them.

"Well it's going to be a lot more violent if you end up killing someone on the field," Stiles replied.

"Who did you hurt," Scarlet asked.

"You can't play Saturday, you're going to have to get out of the game," Stiles said still ignoring Scarlet.

"I'm first line," Scott said.

"Not anymore," Stiles pointed out.

"Enough," Scarlet snapped. "One of you tell me what is going on right now!"

"Scott tried to kill me, but it's fine I sprayed him with the fire extinguisher."

"I thought you were working on getting things under control, isn't Derek helping you," Scarlet asked.

"No, I don't want his help," Scott cried.

"You may not want it, but you obviously need it. Who did you hurt during practice?"

"Jackson," Scott and Stiles said together. Scott gave her a look as she stared back at him.

"Screw you Scott," Scarlet snapped before striding out of the locker room. She stormed out to the parking lot and grabbed the door handle trying to get into the jeep. Stiles had locked it though. "Damn it!"

"Need a ride," Derek called. Scarlet spun around to find him sitting on the hood of his car.

"Sure, why not?" Scarlet climbed in the car with him. "Did you see what Scott did at practice?"

Derek glanced at her for a moment before returning his attention to the road. "Yeah, I saw. I'm going to deal with it."

"You aren't going to hurt him are you?"

"If he's not careful, everyone will know what he is, and that will lead them to me and everyone else like me. It's not safe. If he can't learn some control, then I'll have to deal with it."

"But you won't hurt him will you?"

"No, Scarlet. I won't hurt him," Derek said after a moment.

"That's all I wanted to hear."

"You are kind of impossible you know that right?"

"Oh, I am completely aware," Scarlet said as they pulled up in front of her house. "You want to come in?"

"Your brother will probably be home soon and he is not a fan of mine. I'll see you later though."

"Yeah, ok," Scarlet said as she started to climb out of the car.

"Scarlet," Derek called. She turned back to look at him and surprised her by pressing his lips to hers. She leaned into the kiss, letting him deepen it. Derek pulled her back into the car and she closed the door. He inched her shirt up just a little and his fingers played across the smooth skin of her torso. Scarlet's fingers tangled in his hair as she tried to pull him closer to her.

"Derek," she gasped when they broke apart for air. His lips were working down the side of her neck making her whimper. He hummed in acknowledgement, but she had forgotten what she was going to say to him.

The wolf in Derek, wanted to pull her into his lap and let her ride him, but he knew that they needed to take things slow. He began to pull away from her, but she kept trying to tug him back.

"No, don't," she whispered against his lips.

"Scarlet, we should slow down."

"Why," Scarlet asked as she looked up at him. "Afraid you can't control yourself?"

"That's exactly what I'm afraid of," he replied.

Scarlet pulled back slightly, she had been teasing him. "You mean, you could hurt me or that we could get carried away?"

"We could get carried away, I have enough control to not hurt you."

"Then why are we taking things slow," she asked. The question kind of surprised her, she wasn't the type to just jump into bed with a guy, but she trusted Derek and she wanted to be with him.

"Because I said so."

"And if I don't agree with that," she asked.

"Not really anything you can do about that," Derek pointed out.

"So... we aren't having sex or anything of the sort?"

"No, we aren't."

"We'll see about that," Scarlet said before sliding out of the car.