Will you leave me alone!(Derek Hale Love story)

6

It had been couple of weeks after Aiden's and Alison's deaths. My father had kicked me out of the house when he realised I was now apart of the supernatural world, and besides he didn't want to kill me. So he and my brother packed up and left, leaving me in Beacon Hill's with Derek...and Peter and of course Kira, Scott, Stiles. Isaac left with Chriss to go to France to start over again.

My legal Guardians where now Melissa and now and then Sheriff Stalinski, but most the time I just sleep at Peter and Derek's loft. Which Stiles and Scott didn't like.

'Hey Robby Scott and I are gonna try helping Malia Tate turn how to use her coyote powers. You gain?' Stiles texted me, I was quite to reply.

'Sure!I'll be there in 5'

I pulled on my long pants and a hoody so that I don't get cold, grabbed my phone shoved it in my pocket and left Derek's loft, calling out a quick.

"Going out for a while" Then continued walking until Derek called out.

"How long?" And then appearing in front of me, before I could make my way out.

"A while..I'll let myself in" I say packing him on the lips and slipping under his arm and walking down the stairs towards my AWESOME! might I say bike and climbing on speeding down to Scott's house.

"So relaxed and throw" Scott said to Malia holding his hand up and then giving it a slight throw and claws extend from his finger nails. Ok...well this is not dangerous at all....

Malia tried to copy Scott, but nothing happened...ok well thats got to be embarrassing...

"Relaxe" Scott said again, she closed her eyes and then tried again. Claws sprouted out of her nail's she spun around and showed Stiles, nearly slicing him in half.

"Wooh easy there now" Stiles says backing away from her.

"Well done!" I say hugging her, it takes a second before her arms wrap around me returning the hug.

I climbed in through the window of Derek's bedroom landing softly on the floor and then walking over to his dresser and taking of and putting on one of his really big t-shirts...I climb into his king sized bed. We had been doing this allot often, it stopped the nightmares from coming. Strong mussily arms wrapped around my waist pulling me into an equally mussily chest