Cages// Teen Wolf AU

Chapter Nine

My fingers tap on the table as I let out a deep breath. I ran my hand through my hair before messily letting it fall down my right shoulder. It was four in the morning and the only thing I seemed to accomplish was a half of a page on a three page essay due in two days. "God," I muttered biting my fingernail staring at the screen of my computer. I knew I shouldn't have waited until the end of break to do my work but I wasn't really in the mood to type this essay.

With a groan I pushed the computer away from me. I got up from my chair and made my way over to the kitchen, I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, quickly opening it and taking a drink. "Lex," I jumped hearing Stiles' voice. "What are you doing?" I turned seeing up peering over at me, his head rested on the door frame as he tiredly looked at me. "It's like 5 am." He pointed out with a yawn.

"It's 4:27, and I'm not tired, besides I have a paper to write." I shrugged turning my head to let out a yawn. Stiles laughed tiredly before shaking his head.

"You're insane," Stiles repiled stepping away from the door frame. He turned back the way he came before stepping into his room, shutting the door behind him. And just like that I was left alone again. I let out a sigh, leaning against the stove taking another sip of my water, I licked my lips tilting my head back to stare at the ceiling. Alone. It was a feeling I couldn't really descibe, but yet it seemed to consume me. No matter how hard I tried the feeling wouldn't leave me. I shook my head, no, I would not let myself think about him. I didn't want him in my life, I asked him to go. So why can't I get him out of my head?

Finally, I decided to step away from the stove, closing the laptop and placing it under my arm. When I get back into my room I'm quick to fall into bed, but not so quick to get myself to stop thinking about Derek. I hadn't seen him in a week, he didn't try to contact me in anyway, part of me was glad. But the other part of me, the part that seemed to take control, couldn't let me get over him. I shook my head rubbing my face, I needed to get to sleep, I had class in the morning.

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"Please tell me you're not staying here." I say looking at Scott who is sitting on the couch. He turns his head to look at me as I set my school stuff on the chair. He doesn't say anything, simply shrugging his shoulders before turning back to the TV.

"I haven't decided yet." He mumbles not looking at me. I scoff rolling my eyes and walking down the hall.

"Well if you're staying then it's you're turn to make dinner." I call before shutting the door to my bedroom. I lean against the door taking my shoes off, a gust of wind comes into my room and I shiver. Immediately I stand straight up and look over at my window, it's wide open, which is not how I left it when I left this morning. I slowly swallow the lump in my throat before opening my door once again. "Did you open my window?" I ask Scott not leaving my room. He looks at me before turning the volume down on the TV.

"What'd you say?" He asks and I inwardly sigh pointing to my window.

"My window, did you open it?" I asked again.

"No, I wasn't in your room." Scott says shaking his head. My eyebrows knit together as I turn to look at my window for a second time. Without saying anything I shut the door, my back is pressed firmly to the door, my hands clenched in fists. I'm shaking as I stare at the door, there was no way I left it open, I always shut my window. I shut my eyes taking a small step towards the window. My breathing grows heavier with every step I take and as soon as I stand in front of the window I think my heart is going to fall out of my chest.

I reach my hands out, grabbing the top of the window and slamming it shut. As I do, a piece of paper falls to the floor. Quickly I grab the piece of paper, my hands shaking to the point that the words scrawled on the paper are almost unreadable. Taking a deep breath I calm myself down enough to look at the paper. Nice room, sweetheart. I stare at the words, tears burning in my eyes, threatning to spill.