Chapter 7 – A Messy Breakfast

The next morning, Teagan took a deep breath and slowly released it raising her eyebrows in confusion when she felt the pillow she was laying on breathing along with her. She opened her eyes, and softly smiled when she realized it wasn't a pillow at all; it was Isaac.

The two had fallen asleep on the couch the night before, she was cuddled against him with her head on his chest, as he held her close against him as if his presence alone could protect her.

She raised her head to look at him, the smile on her face widened when she saw he was awake and watching her. He pushed a lock of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear, as he said, "Morning, beautiful."

"Good morning." Teagan said back. "You know, I can really get use to this." She added.

"Me too. Nothing makes me happier than seeing my girl get a full night of sleep with no nightmares." Isaac said back, assuming that is what she meant.

"No, well, I mean, yeah… but I mean, waking up with you. I love waking up to your face, I love saying good morning to you. I want all my days to start like that." She explained.

"They will." Isaac said, as he lightly stroked her cheek. "Our whole life is going to be like that. I promise."

"I love you." Teagan mouthed before leaning forward and pressing her lips against his for a tender good morning kiss.

He cupped her cheek, as he deepened the kiss, wishing this moment never had to end. These were the moment he cherished. The ones when the world slowed down, giving them a chance to just be together and not have to worry about alphas, rouge hunters, murders, realistic nightmares or any of that. These were the moments where they could just be a normal boy and a normal girl in love.

Teagan felt him slip a hand under her shirt causing her to moan, as he caressed her skin.

Any little touch from him gave her goosebumps and made her crave more, but being out in the open like they were, was probably not the best time to get carried away.

As much as she hated to do it, she pulled back then said,"We should probably stop. My dad could walk in at any minute."

"Your dad already left for work." Isaac pointed out, as he laid his hand on the side of her neck, bringing her back toward him to capture her lips again.

"Well in that case..." Teagan began to say, as she threw her leg over him, laying on top of him, as the two began to kiss again.

Before things could go too far, they heard Aspen barking causing them to pull apart with a laugh, as she said,"Well so much for that."

When the white dog barked again, the two turned to see him standing in the doorway, excitedly moving back and forth, as if he was doing a little dance, which Teagan knew meant he needed to go.

"He needs to be let out." She pointed out as she regrettably got off of him and stood up from the couch, before adding, "I should take him out, then I need to get ready for school."
"Go get ready." Isaac said, as he stood up. "I'll take him."

"Really? Thanks." Teagan said, as she gave him a quick kiss. "When you're done, you should join me." She added, as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

She shot him a teasing smile, "I mean, you are always the one saying we need to save water and shower together…"

Isaac groaned at the idea, as he laid his hands on her hips, then said, "That is tempting, very tempting, but you're the one who is always saying how important school is. If we get in that shower together, I can promise you, we won't make it to school today."

Teagan innocently shrugged, then suggested, "Maybe we shouldn't go then."

"Really?" Isaac asked surprised.

"I'm pretty much caught up on my school work, and I don't have any tests today."

Teagan explained. "I'm not going crazy anymore. I'm sleeping all night now, and I'm with the boy I love. That's all I need… maybe we should take a break from the world and just be together today." She added.

"I'll go where ever you go, babe." Isaac replied, as he laid a hand on the side of her face. "If you want to go to school, or hide out here or even drive around all day, I'm there, whatever you want to do."

"I just want to be with you." She whispered.

He laid his other hand on the side of her neck, pulling her toward him to softly kiss her lips. He didn't care where they went or what they did, like her –he just wanted to be with her.

When they heard a whining noise from the doorway, they both looked to see Aspen sitting there, still waiting to be taken out. Isaac chuckled as he kissed her forehead, then said, "I better take him out."

"Okay." Teagan whispered, shooting him a grin, as she added, "Kiss you soon."

Isaac laughed again as he said, "Kiss you soon."

~()~

Pulling open the front door Avery looked out frowning when she didn't see anything, moments ago she could have sworn there were several loud knocks on the door. But she didn't see anyone outside and her dad had already left for work that day.

Heading down the hallway she then looked around her kitchen with a small sigh, trying to decide if she was hungry enough to grab something to eat or if she should just leave for school.

Drumming her fingernails on the counter she looked at the early morning time on the microwave display, but her attention was quickly diverted when she heard the same loud knocking noise, but this time it was in the same room.

Spinning around she surveyed the large open room, frowning at the unexplainable noise.

As she looked back over her shoulder a small gasp slid from her lips as she realized almost fifteen minutes had passed since she'd last looked at the time.

With a loud dramatic groan she folded her arms on the counter and dropped her head on them, normally when she lost time it was because she was drunk or terribly hungover, but the night before she hadn't even had one drink and there was seemingly no reason for her to be losing time.

"Beacon County sheriff's department!"

With a stunned expression Avery raised her head just in time to see Deputy Parrish walking into the room with his gun drawn.

"Parrish…" Avery barely managed a whisper as she watched him breathe a sigh of relief and lower his gun, looking around the room before tucking it away in his holster.

Her gaze moved past him where she saw her cat scrambling to get up on top of the expensive china cabinet behind him.

He turned his head as well to see the cause of the noise.

"What the hell is going on?" Avery yelled, not understanding anything that was happening.

Looking over to his shoulder he looked up to where Avery's cat, Annabel Lee was perched on the tall wooden structure, her bright green eyes wide as she looked around alert.

Then with a serious expression he looked back and Avery, and asked, "Are you alright?"

"Well, to be honest I'm a little shocked… you just came walking into my house with your gun out." Her face twisted with confusion as she spoke, her mouth slightly hung open.

Giving her a confused expression of his own he said, "The front door was wide open… I saw your cat running out in the road and when I got out of my car, I could hear you screaming."

"I wasn't screaming." She argued, but she swallowed hard afraid that she might have been. In all honesty she had no recollection of the last fifteen or so minutes.

"Someone was." He argued back, sure of what he'd heard.

With an arched eyebrow she asked, "Are you saying I'm a screamer… and how would you know? Been spying on me?"

Closing his eyes for a second and letting out an amused sigh he said, "I'm being serious, are you alright?"

Avery's face showed a hint of her fear as she thought to herself that she really didn't know she was alright, she was losing time with no explanation and her nightmares were getting worse.

Quickly recovering she flashed a smile and leaned over the counter, revealing how deep the v-neck cut of her shirt was, as she suavely said, "You probably heard the TV or something."

Before he could point out there wasn't a TV playing, she leaned forward even more, smirking when his eyes feel briefly to her exposed cleavage before his gaze snapped back up, mentally kicking himself for not having the restraint to not look down.

But when he caught a glimpse of her smile, he knew that –she knew exactly what she was doing to him, and obviously she was thrilled it was working.

Before he could say anything else, he let out a groan of pain as Annabel jumped from the cabinet and landed on his shoulder.

Reaching up he tried to get the cat off of him, but she'd just dig her claws back in and hold on tighter to him.

With a small laugh she crossed the room and helped him pull her cat from it's grip on his uniform.

"Sorry about that… she's clingy." Avery apologized, as she crossed the room and sat her down in a chair at the kitchen island.

Turning she made it obvious she was checking him out as she looked him over in the bright morning light, and smiled to herself. He was much cuter than she'd even thought the night before, from what she could tell from headlights and the flashlight being aimed in her eyes.

"Well, at least she's got good taste." Avery teased with a wide smile, forcing the earlier events from the morning out of her head, for a few moments at least she had a distraction from her thoughts.

He tried to hold back a smile but she saw right through it as he also looked her over in the lighting, his eyes drifting from her skin tight, plunging v-neck silk tank top, and tight jean shorts with black lace trim.

"So…" She purred with a sultry smile as she leaned one her elbows behind her on the kitchen island, arching her back as she spoke, "Deputy Parrish… what brings you here? Miss me?"

"I needed to see you're ID again." He stated, walking up to her. His eyes traveling over her body and back to her face, thinking she looked even better than he remembered.

With a small sigh she reached into her purse and pulled the card out and handed it to him without even looking at it.

"You know… my phone number isn't on there. That's something you have to get from me." She teased, then her smile fell as she saw him take her ID and hand her one he pulled from his pocket.

Her eyes flashed up to his face when she felt his hand brush against hers during the trade.

Their eyes met for a few brief seconds before she looked down to see he'd handed her seeing it was her drivers license.

"I gave you the wrong one last night." He explained, causing her to roll her eyes as she said, "And now you're holding onto my fake ID?"

"Legally, I can't let you keep it." He reminded her of the law.

"Or… you gave me the wrong one on purpose, you know – so you'd have an excuse to come see me."

With a smile he leaned in slightly as he said, "Have a good day, Miss Dukate."

Running her tongue over her unglossed top lip she smiled and shook her head as she watched him leave without looking back at her. As he made his way back out of the large house he looked around letting out a deep breath as he thought no wonder she didn't seem intimidated by the idea of a $1000 fine for reckless driving.

~()~

While Isaac took Aspen out, Teagan made her way upstairs to her room, feeling like she was floating on air. Things were getting better, after two full nights of peaceful sleep she was convinced the nightmares and hallucinations were over.

Usually by now something would have happened, either she would have woke up screaming or she would have experienced something while awake, but everything was normal and most important; she was back to feeling normal.

She felt like herself, her mind was clearer and everything made sense again. She even went as far as pinching herself to make sure this moment was real and not one big trick, but after feeling a bit of pain from it; she rubbed her arm and realized this was real.

Everything was real and she was okay.

She took a quick shower, then planned to change into something to lounge around the house in until she checked her phone and saw she had a text from Stiles, asking her to meet up with them at school.

Teagan sighed, as she sat her phone down, then walked into the closet to grab a set of clothes for school. Looked like their break from the world was over before it even started.

Once she was dressed, she made her way downstairs, and headed for the kitchen when she smelled something good coming from it. She walked into the room and smiled when she saw Isaac standing in front of the stove cooking.

She leaned against the door frame and watched him feeling a fluttering in her stomach at seeing how comfortable he was in her kitchen, it was almost like he belonged there.

She couldn't help but imagine this was how their future would look like; being married, having breakfast together, the normal things in life.

Isaac, hearing her heart beat turned his head to smile at her, as he said, "Hey."

"Hey." Teagan said back, as she walked further into the room. She came up behind him, wrapping her arms around his middle then leaned up to kiss his cheek –asking, "What are you cooking?"

"French toast." He answered.

"I love french toast." Teagan exclaimed happily.

"You love every breakfast food." Isaac pointed out, causing her to laugh because they both knew it was true. "But I went with french toast cause I heard you mumbling about it in your sleep last night."

"No I didn't." Teagan argued with a laugh, as she took a step back from him.

"Yeah you did." Isaac said back, as he turned his head to watch her walk over toward the cabinet and take out two glasses. He watched her fill both glasses with orange juice, then walked over to the small table on the side to set the glasses down.

Teagan smiled seeing a vase in the middle of the table with a single wild flower in it for the first time. Lightly toughing the bright petals, she looked over at him to see he was also watching her.

"Where did this come from?" She questioned.

"I found it outside." Isaac answered. "Like it?" He questioned.

"Love it." Teagan answered flashing him a smile.

Isaac smiled back, then turned his head back toward the stove to check on the food. Once he was sure he wasn't burning anything, he turned his head to look at her again as he said, "So, I was thinking we would eat breakfast, then maybe watch a movie or something. Then later we could go for a drive if you wanted, maybe hit your favorite Chinese place for lunch?"

Teagan sighed, realizing that sounded perfect but remembered the text she got earlier from Stiles. She walked over to Isaac and hopped up to sit on the counter beside him, as she declined,"Unfortunately that's going to have to wait, we have to go to school."

When he shot her a confused look, she continued, "I got a text from Stiles, he and Scott wants us all to meet with them before class. Something about a coyote? I don't know… most of the time his texts don't make any sense."

"It's okay." Isaac said, seeing that she felt bad for cancelling their day of relaxation.

"No it's not –this is what I want." Teagan said, as she reached out to lay a hand on his shoulder, "I wanted breakfast with you, I wanted to lay around and watch TV with you, I wanted to go for a drive and eat too much Chinese food. I wanted a day of just you and me."

Isaac turned the stove off setting the food aside, as he walked to stand in front of her. He laid his hands on her knees, parting them to step closer to her and then wrapped his arms around her, before saying, "We can have that another day. We got a lifetime of just you and me ahead of us."

"I just want one day with you, Isaac. One day when we are not in danger, when our friends and family are safe. Just one day of being normal."

He glanced over at the food for a moment before looking back at her, as he lowered his arms to rest on her back side –pulling her toward him, he assured her,"This won't be the last time I cook you breakfast. One day, I'm going to start each day by waking up beside you and tell you how much I love you, then I'll cook you breakfast. We'll spend every meal and every waking moment together. That is our future Teagan –that will be our life, and it will be normal. I've never felt more normal than when I am with you."

Teagan smiled at his words, as she wrapped her arms around his neck, then said, "I can't wait to spend forever with you."

"Me too." Isaac said back, as he ran a hand up her side and up to her face, cupping her cheek before he leaned forward to kiss her, the food he just prepared was quickly forgotten as they decided to spend their breakfast together a different way.

~()~

A few minutes later Avery pulled the front door shut to the house, and double checked to make sure it was locked so her cat wouldn't escape again.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw a patrol car parked off the side of her street, smirking to herself she unlocked her car door and got inside, adjusting her rearview mirror she saw Parrish sitting in his car, probably making sure she left safe considering he'd heard her screaming for no reason.

As she tried to start the car she groaned when the engine wouldn't turn over. "No, no, no!" She muttered knowing it was too late to call any of her friends for a ride to school.

Getting out of her car she called her dad who told her he was calling their mechanic to come by the house and take a look at it.

Adjusting her shirt and shorts she gathered her bags and walked towards where the deputy was parked, with a smile as she called out, "You really are spying on me."

Turning his head and looking of his open window he dismissed the accusation, "I was just finishing up some last minute paperwork."

She looked to see he had been writing on a paper in an open folder against his steering wheel.

"In front of my house?" She asked with suspicion in her tone.

"It's a quiet street." He nonchalantly responded, trying not to look at her as she leaned down some to see in his car better, but she was also trying to get him to look down her shirt again.

Standing back up, mentally applauding his attempt to not look at her she nodded, "Yeah, stays pretty quiet around here… except for when I throw a party."

He glanced over at her to see her proudly smirking.

When he looked away again, she sighed and came clean, "My car won't start."

Closing the folder and tucking the pen back in his pocket he offered, "I could look at it."

"Uh, no you wont." She quickly asserted as she crossed her arms over her chest and shot him a serious look. If there was one thing she couldn't stand, it was someone she didn't know or trust messing with her car.

Starting to open his door he stopped and looked at her confused.

"You can look at it… but admiring it from here. Don't touch it." She said then flipped her hair over her should and added, "Plus, my car isn't the one who needs to be jumped…"

Lowering his head to hide his smile, he pulled the door shut and started to pick the folder back up but she teased, "Do I make you nervous… I've been told I can be a little forward."

"Just a little?" He questioned, trying to remind himself that she was a teenager.

She watched as he picked up a bottle of water and started to take a drink before biting down on her bottom lip she held back a laugh and she finally said, "Well seeing as how my sexual energy is too much for you handle… let's keep this professional, shall we?"

Not able to hold in her laugh as his eyes widened and he almost spit out the drink of water, she continued, "I need a ride…" Pausing for effect she continued, "To school, of course."

"Uh –I don't know…" He coughed out after nearly choking on his drink of water.

When he turned to look at, her naturally full lips looked ever bigger as she pouted, "My friends are already in class, my dad is gone at work…"

Then she learned forward slightly with her hands on her hips, "And if a certain deputy hadn't came barging into my house this morning this morning… I would have had time to call someone for a ride."

Looking at her with a smile he questioned, "So, naturally this is all my fault?"

Holding her hands up and acting innocent, she smiled, "Your words, not mine… but it's okay, I'll just walk there… navigate these dangerous Beacon Hills streets by myself."

He watched as she turned and slowly started to walk away, both of them knowing she was far more than comfortable walk away from the school, with a sigh he leaned back in his drivers seat and watched to see if she was really going to keep the act up that she was walking to school.

Checking the time on his phone he rubbed his hand over his tired face and thought of how he needed to go home and try to get some sleep before his next shift, he felt like he'd been working around the clock.

Blinking his eyes in the morning sun he realized she was gone. He'd fully expected her to come back, and demand he give her a ride to school, but she hadn't.

Starting his car he drove off, watching the sidewalks as he went looking for a sign of her. The sad part about what she'd said was she was right, by all accounts Beacon Hills looked like a small, safe town but he knew otherwise. The only reason he'd gotten the job there was because there we many officer fatalities, not to mention all the ones who had quit and left town.

As he pulled on to the next street he stopped as he saw Avery standing on the side of the road with her arms crossed over her chest, smirking.

"And they say chivalry is dead." She cooed flashing him a flirtatious smiled as she crossed the street and got into the passenger seat of his car.

Looking over at him, their eyes locked and she saw they were a bright shade of green, and a small smile spread over lips.

"You knew I was going to come for you." He realized, knowing he'd played right into her game, giving her exactly what she wanted.

"Well, Deputy…" She purred leaning over as she continued, "I wanted you to come after me… and I always get what I want."

Her breath tickled his ear as she spoke, and he closed his eyes holding his breath for a second before he, put the car into drive and started towards the school, eyeing her from the corner of his eye as she pulled a compact from her purse and checked her make up.

"I'm hungry… are you hungry?" She finally asked. School was the last place she wanted to be.

"I'm tired… and trying to get you to school." He reminded her.

"Yeah, and now I owe you one… so I'll buy breakfast." She offered, smiling widely.

When he didn't respond she dramatically sighed, "You can't just send me to school hungry… we don't have lunch for hours!"

Determined to not give in he shook his head back and forth, "Avery, I really don't think that's a good idea."

"Come on, I know this great little place… the food is better than homemade. And you were working all night, you can't honestly say you're not hungry."

Almost on cue, he felt the hunger pains in his stomach, she was right. And after a little more thought, he realized there probably wasn't anything in his refrigerator but some left over pizza, and that didn't sound appealing.

"It's just breakfast." She innocently reasoned, trying to get him to give him. She loved when people caved and she got her way.

"And this started as just a ride to school." He reminded her, but she could tell from his tone he was giving in to her.

Pulling to a stop a stop sign, he looked over at her and sighed, "Which way?"

"Left." She instructed with a wide smile.

Glancing over at her he thought of how every time he'd seen her, she'd been so dressed up, and he'd saw the huge house she lived in which made wonder what kind of place they were going to eat at.

"This is it!" she exclaimed excitedly as she pointed to a small white washed brick building with a hand written chalk board out front revealing the specials for the day.

"Here?" He asked not able to hide his surprise, as he pulled to a stop and took his seatbelt off.

"Yes!" She excitedly exclaimed.

"Pammy's Pancake Palace?" He read the sigh, his voice almost making it sound like a joke.

"Don't let the building or the name fool you." She flashed him a smile as she got out of the car and headed to the building, leaving him standing next to the car.

As he walked over the uneven gravel parking lot towards the doors that were propped open with coffee cans full of rocks, he smiled to himself at the comfortable feeling of the small, family owned restaurant.

Walking through the open doors he met up with Avery who was waiting for him just inside.

"Come on, I said I'm starving!" she reminded him as she grabbed his arm and pulled him right past the 'Please wait to be seated' sign. He glanced at the sign but allowed her to lead him to a small table.

As they sat down he glanced around, and saw there were several tables with people already eating but no one else seemed to be under 60. The walls were wood paneling with old black photos on the walls, the atmosphere was calm and he gladly took a deep breath, savoring the delicious scents of cooking food in the air.

"What?" She asked with a small laugh, at seeing his eyes scanning the entire seating area.

"I'm… surprised, to say the least." He admitted with a smile as he returned a wave from an older man eating breakfast with his wife from across the small room.

"Aren't they cute?" Avery cooed, "They've been married for almost 50 years."

Parrish turned his head and looked at her as he said, "You really do eat breakfast here a lot, don't you?"

"Yeah… typically I don't hit the strip clubs for chicken wings and fries until after school gets out." She joked, feeling much better than she had earlier that day. There was just something about him that made her feel at ease.

He laughed, causing her to also crack a smile as she found herself in a surprisingly positive mood after the events of earlier in the day.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting, I must not have heard you come in." A short older woman who looked to be in late 40's said as she scrambled to their table with a small notepad in hand.

Parrish opened his mouth to assure it was okay that they hadn't been waiting long, but Avery rolled her head to face the waitress as she responded, "Uh, yeah... you should be sorry, some business you're running here."

His jaw dropped as he looked back at her, but the waitress didn't miss a beat as she put her hands on her hips and said, "Alright then, you can go find somewhere else to eat that's going to melt chocolate chips for you to put on pancakes because you don't like syrup." Pausing for a moment she continued, "You know how hard it is to wash the chocolate off the plates?"

At the exact same moment both women started laughing, as Avery greeted, "Morning Pam."

"Where have you been?" Pam asked her with a warm smile.

Avery's eyes veered down to the table as she lied, "I've just been really busy with school."

In reality, she'd been far too hung-over almost every morning to think about eating anything before school.

Pam started to say something but then looked over to see the deputy watching them both, trying to hold in a laugh at how shocked his face must have looked when Avery insulted their waitress.

"And… who is this?" Pam questioned, raising her eyebrows at Avery, the teenager had been eating there for years and never once brought a guy in there with her.

"This is Deputy Parrish." Avery introduced them.

"It's nice to meet you, I'm Pam." She said extending an arm over the table.

Smiling and politely shaking her hand, he said, "Jordan, and it's nice to meet you too."

After writing down their orders, Pam headed back to the kitchen leaving the pair alone.

"You're going to love the food, I was serious… just like homemade." She beamed a smile as she took a drink of her water.

"It has to be better than the middle of the night fast food I've been living off of."

Avery nodded in agreement, she knew exactly what that was like. She'd eat dinner with Teagan and her parents before they moved away, but after they were gone she was on a steady diet of pizza and take out.

"So…" She breathed in, "Did you just move here?"

Nodding he said, "A little over a month ago."

Absent mindely, stirring the ice cubes around in her glass of water she asked, "Why Beacon Hills out of all places?

Glancing down to the table he gave a small shrug, "I just felt drawn here… plus there were a lot of openings at the station."

They made small talk for a while as they ate their breakfast, then she looked at him with a serious expression and asked, "Why were you parked outside of my house?"

He opened his mouth, but she cut him off, "And don't give me the BS paper work excuse."

Wiping his mouth with a napkin he looked at her and admitted, "I might have been making sure you left safety."

"You were worried about me?" She teased with a playful smile, but he didn't return the lighthearted tone as he nodded, "I heard you screaming…"

"Maybe I saw a spider…"

With an arched eyebrow he reminded her of an earlier excuse, "I thought you said it wasn't you."

Her smiled dropped and he watched as she suddenly seemed a million miles away from the table and him. Her mind recalled how she had checked outside after hearing a knock, but she knew she'd shut the door… then he'd came by and found Annabel outside in the street. What if someone had hit and killed her cat? All because she apparently didn't get the door shut. Even so, she was positive that she wouldn't have left the door wide open, as he claimed to have found it.

Coming back to reality she saw Parrish nodding in thanks as Pam laid their bill face down on the table.

He hadn't said anything during the time she'd been spacing out, but as a test to see if she had been paying attention he said, "Right?"

Looking at him her eyebrows pushed together for a moment before she displayed a wide smile and nodded, "Of course."

He looked down and frowned to himself, wondering what was troubling the blonde teenager so much, he didn't know what it was but obvious that her light brown eyes had seen more than anyone her age should have too.

"Well?" She asked, seeming completely collected and confident.

"What?" He questioned, giving her a look full of concern.

Raising her eyebrows she nodded to the bill and said, "Aren't you going to pay so we can leave?"

"Our deal was you were buying." He reminded her, his smile slowly returning.

Playfully she taunted, "Yeah… but you're the guy."

Wanting her to be the same smiling, seemingly happy girl he'd been talking too before she spaced out, he joked back, "Who's living off a police salary…. You're the one who wasn't even concerned about a $1000 fine!"

He smiled at the sound of her laughter as she nodded and picked the bill and grabbed her purse as she said, "What do you think I'm running here, a charity?"

Drinking down the last of his coffee and hoping it gave him the strength to get through the day, considering he had picked up a shift that night and he didn't have too long before he had to be back at work, he stood up and scooted his chair in.

As he looked up he saw Avery tucking a card back in her wallet before picking up a large Styrofoam coffee cup and a white paper bag with food.

"What's that for?" he asked, quickening his pace to catch up with her as she headed for the door without coming back to the table for him.

Once they were outside she spun and faced him, "Please, I'm Avery Dukate… you really think I'm going to eat school food when lunch time rolls around?"

He laughed and shook his head at her, and then said, "Alright, I need to get you to school… I have less than 6 hours before I have to be back at work."

"Fine, to the car then." She said, nodding for him to go on.

He turned and started to walk back, but stopped when he realized she wasn't with him, turning around he saw she had been walking the opposite direction and was now approaching a an old wood bench at the edge a small park next to the restaurant.

He sighed with frustration, he couldn't have made it any clearer that he was tired and not looking forward to trying work after no sleep, but just as he opened his mouth yell for her to come back, he saw her wake someone up who was sleeping on the bench.

Slowly an elderly man sat up and he could see Avery talking as she handed him the bag of food and coffee. He couldn't hear what she was saying, but he could see her smiling at the man.

She didn't see Parrish was watching her as she carefully maneuvered the uneven ground, tree roots and small holes through the grass in her heels.

Once she was back on the gravel she looked up and almost jumped when she saw him watching her.

Feeling like she owed him an explanation she looked over shoulder and quietly said, "His name is Herman… he served in Vietnam, or World War 2. I'm not sure which one, he's kind of confused." She frowned as he took a deep breath and continued, "I don't think anyone who's fought for our country should go hungry."

With those words she walked past him towards the car, adjusting her purse strap on her shoulder as she went.

He looked back over to where the older man was sitting and now eating a full breakfast with hot coffee, and he knew with the way Pam had –had her to go bag ready that this wasn't the first time she'd given the homeless man food.

"Are you coming!" Avery yelled impatiently, as she tugged on the door hand to the locked car. A few minutes ago she wasn't concerned about time, but now she realized how long breakfast had taken and she was close to missing an important test in her next class, she couldn't very well copy Lydia's answers from beside her if she wasn't there to do so.

Parrish nodded, looking down to gravel as he smiled at how different Avery truly was from how he'd thought she'd be after her behavior from the night before. In fact, she was different from anyone that he'd ever met. And there was just something about her he was drawn too, just like how he was drawn to the town. He couldn't describe or pinpoint it, but he felt a pull.

As they neared the street the school was on, she looked over at him. Wondering why'd he'd been so quiet since they left the restaurant, she turned in her seat and looked at him.

Pulling to a stop at a red light he looked back over at her and smiled warmly. Raising her eyebrows she turned back and faced the front of the car, wondering why he was looking at her like that. Trying to catch a glimpse down her shirt or seeing how tight her jeans were when she walks away, sure. That's what guys normally did. But he was sitting there smiling at her like they had known each other for years.

When she looked ahead without returning the smile a look of confusion spread over his face, every other time he'd look at her she was smirking or smiling to flirt with him. This time she just looked away without a second glance.

"Umm, Parrish?"

"Yeah?" He questioned.

"The light went from red to green –then back to red, but I don't see any other cars and you're cop, so can you just run the red light?"

Shaking his head at himself he looked at the red light and in the rearview mirror at the irritated woman in the car behind them as he said, "Yeah, I'll go."

She smiled until he finished his sentence, "When the light turns green."

Smirking she pointed out, "I would have ran the light."

As he drove he glanced over at her again, he wasn't sure what she was thinking, and reading her was next to impossible.

"And I would have had to give you a ticket." He finally responded as he pulled up to the walkway in front of the school.

"No you wouldn't have." She laughed as she opened the door and gathered her purse and school bag.

"It's a traffic violation." He asserted still trying to figure out what she was thinking.

Rolling her eyes she said, "If you didn't give me a ticket for speeding, you wouldn't give me a ticket for running a red light!

Shutting the door she leaned into the open window and arched a brow as she said, "And the next time you try to play tough cop with me, it better involve a bed and a pair of fuzzy handcuffs."

Standing up she headed into the school, not even looking back to see his shocked expression or see if he was watching her hips sway as she went, because she already knew his eyes were on her.

Pulling open the door she walked into the school with a confident smirk on her face, thankful when the bell ran and students started to pour out of their classrooms, she'd made it time for her next class too.

~ A Teen Wolf fanfiction collaboration between Miss E Charlotte and Sage Londyn.~

A/N- I really hope you all liked the chapter. ^_^ Thank you so much for reading!