"Derek fucking Hale, get your ass down here!" I jolt awake, hearing my fuming mother. I know I'm in big trouble, though I have no idea what I've done.
I walk downstairs quickly, though I would like to be anywhere but here with my mother, who looks like she is about to hulk out.
"First, you left your wet swim trunks lying on the floor, annoying, but I got over it. Then, you spilt an entire box of Cheerios, and did an extremely poor job of cleaning it up. I still have Cheerio crumbs on my feet from stepping on them. But this, this is the tip of the ice berg." She raises up a piece of paper, and I'm curious as to what it is.
"Do you know what this is? This is your report card. How about you explain to me why and how you have an D in calculus?"
I sigh, I knew I was struggling in that class, I just didn't tell my mom, hoping I could fix it before report cards went out.
"It's my hardest class-"
"I don't care. I know you can do this, and you know you can do this. Maybe you should be focusing on your school work rather than Stiles twenty four seven."
"That's not it-" She interrupts me again.
"Well I can't come up with another reason why you are doing so bad, so until you get your grade up you're not going to see him as much."
"What?" I ask furiously. I shouldn't talk to my mother this way, but my wolf instincts take over, I have to see Stiles.
"You can't do that!"
"Oh yes I can."
I growl and step up close to her, baring my fangs. I stand taller by several inches, but my mother still looks fierce.
"You will not take me from my mate!" I roar out. Something in her seems to register, and her face softens. Seeing this, I calm down, and shift back.
"I'm sorry I-" I start.
"No I'm sorry, that was inappropriate of me, I can't take you away from him, I know that." She sighs. "But you will get this grade up."
"Yes ma'am." I say. Alpha or not, she is still my mother.
"Speak of the devil." Peter says, I didn't even know he was here, but knowing him he was listening the entire time.
I don't know what he means until the doorbell rings and I know it is Stiles.
I move to answer the door, but Peter runs in front of me and answers it instead.
"Hello Stiles." He purrs.
"Um. Hello Peter." Stiles says.
I shove past him, and smile at Stiles, who returns the favor. I push Peter out of the way and pull Stiles inside.
Before we even talk, I pull him up to my room.
"Hey." I say.
"Hey. I uh. . . you said that I could ask you anything I wanted to know and I have some more questions."
I nod and motion for him to sit on my bed as I take a seat as well.
"Okay so. . . your family, all the one that are couples, are they all mates?"
"No. My mother and father are mates, but Charlie and Cameron are not, and they love each other very much."
"But if you're already in a relationship and you find your mate then. . ."
"Then you'll have the urge to be with them. That's a very tough situation, some leave the relationship for their mate, some stay and never see their mate again. Eventually the urge will go away. As for Cameron and Charlie, if Cameron found a mate, then I know he would stay with her, and vis versa for Charlie."
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I'll Be Your Batman
WerewolfThis was wrong. Everything about this was wrong. What was wrong with me? I knew that I needed to stop, but yet I couldn't bring myself to do it. Maybe it was his golden brown eyes that shown so bright in the sun. Or maybe his little toothy grin that...
