Teen Wolves

3.18: Riddled

Zala- Slippin Around

"I feel really bad about leaving when I did," Gideon spoke up as I pulled my jeans back on. I sat on his bed and smiled at him. 

"I know, but it worked out. I think we were all cleared. We haven't seen them since they left. Have you?" 

"No, I told Cash what was happening. He said he hasn't seen anything," he pulled me to him. I lied down in the bed next to him. "If it helps, he's moving towards Standford so he can be closer to us when we migrate that way. We won't be far apart," 

"That does help. It helps a lot, actually. I don't have to be thinking of a way to leave the state without my parents noticing if he has any kind of incident," 

"He hasn't thank goodness," he chuckled. 

"Good," I laughed. I climbed on top of him and placed my hands on his bare chest. 

"What are you thinking about?" he asked. Derek, which is pretty stupid right now, all things considered. 

"Nothing, I'm just really happy you're okay. I kind of wish I would have accepted going to MIT or Dartmouth and just never looked back," 

"I am nowhere near being that smart," he smirked. 

"You have other options," I laughed. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pushed me to the bed. He covered me with the blanket and turned me into the little spoon I don't want to be. 

"Are you two done in there?" Cash knocked on the door. I jumped out of the bed and pulled my t-shirt on before tossing Gideon some shorts I found on the ground.  

"That was so fast," he complimented. 

"Yeah, it was," Cash added from the other side of the door. I laughed when Gideon growled at him. I opened the door when Gideon finished getting dressed. 

"I hope you weren't listening the whole time. That's kind of creepy," I glared at him. 

"One, don't have sex in the house when I am here. Two, I can't help it sometimes. Three, you should be quieter," 

"One, I'm the alpha. I do what I want. Two, you can help it. You can leave. Three, I can't. It's completely involuntary," I rolled my eyes. Gideon laughed. "What's going on with you?" 

"I can't stop thinking about here," he complained. 

"Your house?" I asked. 

"Beacon Hills. I've been trying to find excuses to come back here. I want to stay," he sighed and sat on the bed. 

"Get off my bed," Gideon growled at him. I bit back my smile when he jumped up a little grossed out. 

"It's a wolf thing. You probably don't like other guys in your bed either," I defended Gideon. "It makes sense, Cash," 

"I didn't care before or when I'm here. It starts a few days after I leave," 

"It could be one of two things or maybe even both. One, the nemeton wants you here. It's pulling you in. I know," I lifted my sleeve to show him Scott's tattoo. "Two, it could be because I am here. You guys are my betas. I protect you and you protect me. We're connected and you crave to be with us," 

"Oh, you have that tattoo?" 

"No, Scott has it and because we're connected I have it too," 

"That sucks. That thing is ugly," he shook his head. 

"I think it's badass. Not very many girls have tats," Gideon defended. 

"You have to say that. You're sleeping with the alpha," Cash rolled his eyes. "So, what is this? A distraction or are you guys actually together? I know you're not super into it," he pointed at his brother. "Fess up,"