chapter eight, guilty conscience

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aviva's lips curled into a smile, her fingernails sliding across derek's neck, who seemed like he wasn't in any state to reject her questions, he could never, for some reason he always seemed to be weak on his knees for the girl that comfortably positioned herself on him, he was always weak for her.

aviva's fingers stroked across his sharp jaw, a serious expression on her face. "so, it's true? it does have something to do with camden, doesn't it?"

"peter was right, wasn't he? you have a secret." aviva hums, her climbing off of him.

"wait, peter-." derek deeply frowns.

aviva interjects him. "which is why peter told me not to say anything about him being alive."

"peter told you-." derek was saying.

"now, how about you tell me what does this mean?" aviva lifted up her left hand.

the ring having been in her left middle finger, derek's eyes flickered to the familiar ring.

"...it's a ring, aviva." derek says in an obvious tone.

aviva rolls her eyes. "i know that, but, i feel like there's something more to it." aviva looks down at her hand.

aviva's dark brown eyes looked at derek, her eyes lighting up as if realizing something. "it's something to do with camden, isn't it?"

derek stares at her, without saying anything. "...i think you know the answer to that."

"why can't i remember then?" aviva confusingly looks at him.

"you can't remember, but, it's there." derek riddled.

aviva groans. "can you not? just tell me."

"the only person that can give you what you want is the alpha, help me and you'll get back everything that's missing." derek promised.

aviva frowns her brows, her eyes twinkling with curiosity. "missing?"

aviva's eyes widened. "memories? are you talking about memories? someone stole my memories?"

derek smirks. "at least one of you are smart, but, you have always been smart."

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scott mccall tiredly walked after his best friend through the lacrosse field that was dark, his eyes looking all around the field, then going back to his best friend. "you know, we shouldn't be here, my mom's in a constant freak after what happened at school."

"your mom's not the sheriff, there's no comparison, trust me." stiles replies.

"no, but, if aviva finds out-." scott panicked.

"she won't tell anyone, besides! she already knows." stiles interjects.

"can you at least tell me what we're doing out here?" scott boredly asks, sitting next to his best friend on the grass.

"well, when your best friend gets dump-." stiles was saying.

"i didn't get dumped, we're on a break." scott corrects.

stiles rolls his eyes with a scoff. "well, when your best friend gets told by his girlfriend that they're on a break, you get him drunk." stiles then took out a bottle of jack daniels.

hours had completely passed by, the stilinski teen laid on the field with a gleaming look in his eyes, a drunken smile on his lips, letting out a little laugh.

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