I WANT U BAD! scott mccall

CHAPTER EIGHT, tension and uncertainty

Averi leaned against the seat in the back of Stiles' jeep, her and the boys getting ready to leave the station. Because of how old the jeep was, they were having trouble with getting it started. Again. Averi had no idea how old this jeep was, but it had to be a couple years, considering how much it broke down and didn't start.

Stiles was clearly frustrated which was understandable. His jeep had broken down many times before and was a pain in the a**. She knew it meant a lot to him though, he probably would never get rid of it.

"Why don't you get a new car?" She asked, her curiosity getting the best of her.

"Oh, so now you're insulting my jeep?" Stiles asked, sending her a playful glare.

"Well, no." She said, her cheeks turning pink. "I was just curious. Look, I know love it -" After seeing the look he sent her, she quickly corrects herself. "Roscoe, but wouldn't it be easier to have a new car? One that wouldn't break down all the time and shouldn't have to use duct tape to hold everything together." She explained, her voice taking a teasing tone.

"First of all, duct tape holds everything together." Stiles points out, sending her a playful glare. "And secondly, it adds more character to the jeep." He said, running his hand over the dashboard lovingly.

Averi giggled and shook her head at his antics. She knew the jeep meant a lot to him and she wasn't trying to insult it, but she had to admit, it would be a lot easier and better to have a new car. But she wasn't going to push it. If he wanted to keep his beloved jeep, then so be it.

Scott snickerd a bit, amused by the banter. He was used to it, it had been like that since the beginning of their friendship and they continued to banter even when they started dating. When he heard her giggle, his heart skipped a beat and he was relieved her and Stiles didn't have enhanced hearing like him to hear his heart. He felt guilty for feeling this way. He had no reason to feel this way, but he couldn't help it. He had feelings for Averi and he hated himself for it.

He tried his hardest to bury his feelings for her, but he couldn't. The more time he spent around her, the stronger his feelings became. He had tried to fight them, but it was no use. His heart belonged to her and he didn't know what to do. He knew he couldn't tell her. It would ruin their friendship and he couldn't lose her. So, he did the only thing he could do. He kept his feelings a secret and buried them deep down, pretending like they didn't exist.

But he couldn't help but think back to when that mysterious were creature said they were True Mates. He couldn't be right, could he? And how would he know if he was truly meant to be with Averi? The idea of being True Mates sent a thrill of fear and excitement through him. The implications of it were both thrilling and terrifying. He knew it was a lot to take in and he would have to do some research, but the thought of being Averi's mate was more than enough for him. 

She was a fairy, and the idea of a werewolf like him being True Mates with a fairy was something out of a story. Werewolves rarely had mates outside their kind, and the idea of a True Alpha, like Scott, being paired with an air fairy seemed like an ancient myth—something that couldn't possibly be real. He'd heard of True Mates across species, but it was rare, practically unheard of. Scott didn't know if he could believe it—if it was even possible, or if the creature had just been messing with him. But every time Averi laughed or looked at him with those bright, sparkling eyes, he felt his heart twist in a way he couldn't ignore. She was beautiful, inside and out, and the idea of her being his True Mate made his head spin. 

It didn't help that she was unaware of the silent battle raging within him, oblivious to his stolen glances and the way his heart would race whenever she was near. Scott couldn't help but wonder if she felt anything close to what he did. But he couldn't risk ruining their dynamic, especially not with Stiles in the mix. They were a trio—tight-knit, supportive—and Scott didn't want to jeopardize that. Besides, Averi had never given him any indication that she saw him as anything other than a friend.