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chapter seventeen lips on his
derek was surprised that dylan was so quick to forgive him. he knew keeping this big of a secret from her was wrong but he did it out of love.
protecting her was all he wanted to do.
but maybe her knowing was for the better.
she finally knows the reasons behind everything that he's done.
derek wasn't to keen on dylan going to school the following day. but the young wolf was eager to leave her now new home.
"call me if anything, i'm serious," he pointed a finger at her as she pulled open the door of his loft.
dylan turned around with a smile, holding onto the straps of her backpack and nodded, "i know and the same with you. call me," she pointed back at him, the grown wolf shaking his head with laughter as she retreated out the door, leaving his sight.
"i told you, having her know was the best option," cora remarked from her seat on the couch only to earn a glare from her brother, "just saying."
the moment dylan got to school, stiles stilinski was by her side. she had called him the night before and he freaked, knowing she was alright and ran all the way to his jeep, wanting to see her.
but the idea of that was shot away when derek interrupted, basically threatening him if he did.
now, the two walk down the hallway, stiles explaining everything. and i mean, everything.
the main point being how jennifer has melissa.
but he suddenly stopped walking, his hand leaving hers and he pulled out his phone. dylan worriedly looked at him, seeing his face had paled, "stiles?" her voice held nervousness in it, "what's wrong?"
his teary eyes met hers, "it's from issac," he scrunched his face up, as if he was hesitating to tell her, "jennifer...she took....she has chris," dylan's heart dropped, her own tears now clouding her vision.
"she's got all three now."
we're all alone.
the wolf noticed his hand beginning to shake uncontrollably and she was quick to place her hand on his arm, "stiles," her voice cracked, "we have-we have time still," his breathing now uneven.
"hold on," he shakily said, eyes bouncing all around.
"what's wrong? what is it?" dylan asked, beginning to freak out.
she did horrible in these type of situations.
he turned in a complete circle, "i think i'm having a panic attack," his voice was shaky, his breathing still uneven and his chocolate brown eyes stared into hers, as if he was begging for her help.
to save him.
"okay, okay," dylan took a breath in, closing her eyes for a second before taking a hold of the boys hand, "okay stiles, come with me," he nodded and allowed her to drag him to the only place she knew they'd be all alone.
locker room.
the wolf threw open the door, stiles rushing in, the attack getting worse. she helped him take his backpack off and tossed it, pulling him onto the ground with her, "look at me, stiles."
she felt herself shaking.
"think of something else," dylan's eyes bounced around his face, "anything."
"like what?" he struggled out, looking down at the ground.
"happy things," she tells him, "good things, friends, family!" he gave her a look, she sighed, "maybe not family but- oh, god, okay, just, control it? control your breathing."
stiles let out a panicked sob, "i can't, i can't."
dylan inched closer and shushed him, her shaky hands cupping his wet cheeks and they locked eyes, she saw the tears, "look at me, sti, look at me,"
dylan bites her lip, watching her boy lose himself right in front of her, she couldn't watch this, she had to do something, it was killing her.
"stiles, look at me," the boys eyes were on her lips, every word she says he can't hear, he only sees those lips, "baby, look at me."
the only thing came to mind.
and she was going to do it.
it's not like they never have.
dylan's lips attached to his, her eyes closing the moment they handed on them. she felt stiles relax, and he kissed back almost instantly, his hands wrapping around her back and pulling her into him and this kiss, it felt different?
if that makes sense.
she slowly pulled away, not wanting to, but she knew she should and met his eyes, the tears were still there but the panic attack was gone.
pure love was in his eyes.
"how'd you do that?" stiles still held onto her, wanting to be as close as ever, never wanting it to break apart.
"the panicking stopped when you hold your breath unknowingly," she touched his hair, "so, kissing you, made you hold your breath," her voice lowered.
"i did?" he seemed shocked.
"yeah," dylan smiled, taking this all in, "you did," the emotions hit him and some tears fell, and she was quick to wipe them away, leaving her hand resting on his cheek, "stiles i-"
but before she could say a thing, the door flew open, revealing lydia martin, "where the hell have you guys been?!"
"studying?" stiles squeaked out, making dylan let out a laugh and hide her embarrassed face in the crease of his neck.
