UNBREAKABLE // teen wolf

Chapter 31

Why did Stiles let me drink? My head is absolutely pounding, I would say I'm never drinking again but come on,
We all know that's a lie.
When I got in the house, I made some dinner with the left over food that I found in the fridge.
I need to go shopping.
Also, my face hurts. I should ask Nurse McCall to check it out.

I also need money. Lots of it. I can't just randomly pull it out my ass, and I cant work with my arm so that sucks. Let's hope Noah comes home soon.
I'm so tired, I feel like I could drop dead.
Anyways, despite my tiredness, I'm currently dancing around the house. My head is pounding but that won't stop me, no- can't stop me from jamming to the spice girls.

I ignore the pain that's shooting through my cheek and the fact that school starts in 20 minutes. I don't wanna go but I have to, sadly, but I can still go in late.
Despite the fact school has been closed for days, there is a game going on tonight, and it just so happens to be the full moon.
Im worried for Scott.
Apparently he had found an anchor that keeps him in control, but said anchor has just broken his tiny puppy heart.

I push the worries to the back of my head and slide through the kitchen, a spatula in my hand that I'm using as a microphone.

"So, here's a story from A to Z
You wanna get with me, you gotta listen carefully
We got Em in the place who likes it in your face
You got G like MC who likes it on a
Easy V doesn't come for free, sh-". My horrendous singing stops when there's a laugh from behind me.

I scream and jump about fifty meters into the air. I quickly spin around and see an amused looking Derek leant against the wall. I scrambled to the speaker that's blasting my music and quickly pressed the pause button.
How does he always get in!
Oh god- he was stood there the entire time. I might just jump off the cliff in the preserve, it's tall enough and very rocky. I'd probab-
A hand tapped my shoulder and I span around, my cheeks blushing with embarrassment.

"You good?" The amusement is still clear in his eyes, and it makes me want to crumble.
I quickly nodded.
Derek opened his mouth to say something, but stopped when I walked passed him and to the fridge.
I opened the door and rest my head on one of the shelves that carry food.
That's very cold.
Me likey.

He cleared his throat and I stood straight again. I have literally nothing in my fridge. There's mini potatoes but no butter, and you can't have potatoes without butter. I pull a bottle of water out and shut the fridge door.
I turn towards him and unscrew the cap on the cold bottle.

"How do you always get in? Did you did your way in?" I take a big gulp of water waiting for him to respond.
He shook his head.

"Learn to lock your windows." He shrugged, leaning against the counter.

"Well why are you climbing through my windows, hm? That's the next level of extreme, very creepy." I scoffed.
He ignored the fact that I basically just called him a creep, and threw a plastic bag that I didn't even realise was in his hands, onto the table.
He silently nodded his head to the green bag, telling me to go to it.

I walk over to where is lays, and eye it. What if an animal jumps out at me?
Okay, that won't happen but what if it does? Or its a trick and like a bomb.
Or-

"It's food, it won't bite." He snaps, clearly he has no patience.
I wearily look over at him and he raises a brow at me. How does he look okay? Like Stiles said, blood spurted from his mouth, that doesn't qualify as a minor injury. He clearly got inpatient, and it was obvious, especially when he stormed over to me and grabbed the bottom of the bag, pulling it up, emptying the contents that laid in it.

Out dropped some bread, eggs, butter, milk, chocolate, toilet paper, some little medical stuff, a box of toothpaste and a packet of sour patch kids. How did he even get that? He is a fugitive, his ass shouldn't even be here.
I ignore all my thinking and turn to him, giving him a toothy smile. The corners of his lips quirck up.