Full Moon Under You

Chapter 6

I faded in and out of consciousness. I think I remember seeing Derek, I think he picked me up and put me on a bed. Maybe I saw Scott and Stiles? Did Allison and Lydia change me out of my clothes? Why does my arm hurt so bad? And my head is pounding, did I really drink that much?

I finally woke myself up. I was still in Derek's apartment. I was slowly remembering everything. I looked at my arm, but nothing was there. So maybe it was all just a nightmare, thank god. I tried to stand but immediately started feeling dizzy.

"Woah, it's okay I got you."

I looked up and was met with Derek's mesmerizing green eyes. Then I looked down at myself. Men's boxers, a plain white T-Shirt that was about 3 sizes too big.

"OH my god, pleeeaasee tell me we didn't sleep together!"

"Would that really be that bad?" he said while smirking

I looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"No, we didn't. I don't take advantage of tipsy teenagers like that prick in the forest."

"Thanks, but I'm 20, not a teenager. Oh my god, I didn't think I drank that much." I stretched, it felt like all of my muscles were learning how to move again.

"Wait- never mind. How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Not great, I had the craziest..." 

Wait, no, everything was coming back to me. That wasn't a nightmare.

As if Derek could read my mind, he said, "Remember when I told you there are some things you're better off not knowing about? The circumstances changed."

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I started laughing hysterically once Derek finished explaining everything to me. Not necessarily because it was funny, mostly due to a mixture of disbelief and nervousness.

Supernatural beings. Werewolves. Hunters. Alphas, betas, omegas. Me, Scott, Lydia, Allison, Stiles, Peter, Derek, all of us involved in it somehow.

After I stopped laughing, I started crying. At first, it was just like any other cry, so Derek didn't react. Then I started hyperventilating, I started having a panic attack. Then, Derek came over to comfort me.

"I understand it's a lot to take in, but you need to calm down or you might shift right now." Derek said urgently.

"How am I going to tell my sisters?" I said between sobs.

"You're not going to. I'm going to help you control this, okay?"

None of it made sense, none of it. Why did it have to be me, I was just starting to feel normal again. After everything I've been through I deserved to feel normal for a little, but now it's all gone to shit. And the worst part is, there's nothing I can do about it.

I stood up, grabbed my phone, my now washed clothes, and ran out of Derek's apartment, hoping to wake up from a seemingly never ending nightmare.

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Over the next two days, I received countless phone calls and text messages from Allison, Lydia, Scott, Stiles, and Derek. But I couldn't bring myself to reply to any of them; I couldn't bring myself to even get out of my bed. Jax and Emily were starting to worry about me, but I convinced them it was either seasonal depression or an existential crisis (partially true). 

On the third day, I convinced Jax to let me stay home from school, which was contingent on all of us having dinner together tonight. I know she just wants me to get out of bed and cook because it always somehow makes me feel a little bit better. Around 3:00, I finally rolled out of bed and showered for the first time since Friday. I decided that I'd make penne with vodka sauce and chicken. I'll admit, this was making me feel a bit better.

I set the dinner table while Jax and Emily waited patiently for dinner. As soon as I placed the pasta on the table, there was a knock at the door.

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"How do you know where I live?" I asked Derek.

"You put your address in my phone remember?"

"Fuck. Well I'm kind of in the mid-"

"Ky, who's at the door... Oh, hello." said Jax.

God, why must you punish me, so.

"Jax, this is Derek. Derek, this is my sister Jax."

"Nice to meet you." Derek said slightly smiling.

"Well, it seems Kylie has forgotten her manners, would you like to join us for dinner?"

God, if this is your way of punishing me for something, I'd rather you just kill me instead.

"Thanks, but I just came here to talk to Ky" Derek said, making sure to emphasize the 'Ky'.

"That's fine, but you're having dinner with us first." replied Jax.

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Dinner was terrible to say the least. Not because of the food (never the food, because I make it), but just the terrible awkwardness of every interaction.

"So Derek what do you do?"

"I'm uh... an accountant."

Horrible.

"Jax, I'm taking Derek to my room so we can talk."

"Okay, just please don't make me have a niece this early on."

Even worse.

I lead Derek into my room and closed the door.

"Who the hell do you think you are just showing up to my house and making it so I had to sit through an insufferable dinner with you?"

"We need to talk about what's going on." Derek said sternly.

"I don't want to talk about it." I said while pacing my room.

"You can't just ignore this and hope it goes away. It doesn't work like that."

"Well, it's been working so far."

Derek grabbed me by the shoulders and said "Kylie, if you don't learn how to control this, someone will get hurt and it won't just be a stranger, it will be someone that you love and care about. I can help you, I want to help you. You just need to let me in so I can."

I looked into his eyes and this time, I could tell he was looking into mine. It felt like he was trying to read me, to understand me. I don't think anyone has ever actually tried to look at me like that.

Both of us realizing how close we were, backed away slightly.

"How would this work?"