enemies to lovers

Whirlwind

Y/N'S POV:

The drive home is deadly silent. I sit in the back of Stiles's jeep curled up in a ball my hands uncontrollably shaking from the sheer amount of shock I have endured over the past 20 minutes.

I notice Scott look back at me and he tries to give me a comforting smile however I quickly look away as images of him fighting Peter float around my head.

Stiles parks his jeep outside mine and Scott's house, and I hop out of the car. Rushing to get to my bedroom I run down the drive and up the stairs and just as I am about to get to my room, I feel a hand grab my arm. I turn to see Scott holding on to my arm with a desperate look in his eyes.

"Y/n please just let me explain" he begs a tear rolling down his cheek.

"Fine" I sigh although I don't want to be anywhere near my brother, I need answers and I know he won't stop begging me until I agree.

We sit in the living room on opposite ends of the couch silently both contemplating whether or not we should speak.

"So, what are you" I exclaim growing tired of the silence.

"Umm so you know the supernatural well umm it's real" he stutters.

"I'm a werewolf" he says.

What Scott is a werewolf, my brother. I thought the supernatural was a myth that it only existed in books and movies but no it was all around me and I never even knew.

"What" I say not really believing that he was telling the truth.

"I'm a werewolf I got bit at the end of summer, and I have been one ever since" he says not daring to look at me.

"I'm so confused who else is a werewolf" I say needing more answers.

"Well Derek who you saw today is and so is Isaac, but Lydia is a banshee" he explains staring at the ground.

"But we won't hurt you I promise we can control our powers and only use them when necessary" he adds.

"Who else knows about you, about this" I question.

"Stiles, the Sheriff, mum, all of my friends and a few others" he says.

"Ok" I say as it is all I can manage to say this is all a lot to process.

"I know you're probably just in a lot of shock right now so I'm going to leave you, but I just hope you will still be able to trust me because I would never hurt you" he says empathetically and leaves me alone.

His words circling my brain and all I can do is sit staring intently at the wall deep in my own thoughts: he is a werewolf, what is a banshee, is he telling the truth, should I trust him, does he mean it when he says he won't hurt me.

I head to my room and flop onto my bed exhausted from the last couple of hours. I check my phone to see I have a message from Stiles.

Stiles: hey y/n, I think we need to talk.

I mean he was right we had gone from worst enemies to kissing each other until we ran out of breath and not being able to stop smiling when looking at each other in the space of 10 minutes.

I lay under the covers ready to fall asleep and for this mad day to be over with my brain finally clear of all the questions however one intrusive thought was still stuck in my mind: what a whirlwind.