Little red riding hood and his big bad wolf (a sterek story)

encounters in the woods

"Why would he just say that. That was totally uncalled for"

"I know right. I guess it was kinda my fault, I was teasing him but bringing that up.. That's crossing the line and he knows that"

"Agreed." Scott kicks a rock in my direction and we start playing a mini game of soccer.

I'm glad we still do this. I was worried when Scott first got bitten, I thought we wouldn't still hang out and have fun. I thought we wouldn't still mess about in the woods, I thought everything would change. But nothing has. Well. Not the sentimental things. And I'm greatful for that.

suddenly Scott stops the rock from rolling back to me and touches my arm slightly before stroking his hand down his nose and coughing awkwardly

"what?" he just looks at me and then glances in front of us and I see what he wanted to warn me about. there standing a couple of metres away from us in all his black leather glory is Derek Hale. great.

"act casual" Scott sort of half grunts half whispers and I snigger rolling my eyes as I slap him lightly on the arm and he just smirks at me.

Derek hasn't moved from just standing there with his hand in his pocket staring at us. he does that a lot. is that like a hobby of his or something? creeping, stalking and just glaring at people? I guess so.

suddenly Scott speaks from beside me,

"what do you want Derek?"

I know Scott still doesn't particularly like Derek but he's getting used to him. he still has bitterness in his voice whenever he talks to him though.

I see Derek's lips move but I don't know what he said, it's clear Scott does though, and his reaction is making me uncomfortable.

Scott has a look of pure confusion on his face as he keeps glancing between me and Derek, trying to figure something, anything out.

"Scott, what?" I ask looking at him nervously

"he wants to talk to you" he replies bluntly unable to hide the disbelief in his voice

"What?" Scott shrugs incredulously.
I gulp and start walking cautiously towards him feeling awkward with the silence and Scott and Derek both standing there just watching me.

"what's up?" I ask when we are a couple of steps away from each other

he looks at me, then at Scott before saying in a decided tone

"not here."

he reaches out his hand to me, implying that I take it, when I hesitate he raises his eyebrows giving me a pointed look

"um I just think that's a little weird" I tell him.

"You know, no homo." I laugh a little then realise how uncomfortable that joke was based on the events of yesterday afternoon.

he rolls his eyes and grabs my hand and before I can say anything he is running at his top speed and I'm more being dragged than running with him but it's kind of exhilarating and I don't dare let go of his hand. the woods go past in a blur and when we finally stop I'm surprised to see that he has taken me to my house.

he walks over to my front door dragging me with him, still not letting go of my hand even though it's kind of awkward now.

I lick my lips.

"um you know my dads gonna be home in like an hour maybe we should do this somewhere-" he cuts me off.
"just open the door stiles" he says with a slightly annoyed undertone

"Okay fine, but if he skins you alive don't blame me" I slap around my pockets to find my keys.

I unlock the door carefully but never really taking my eyes off Derek, i want to know what he's up to because I have a feeling it can't be good.

when we get inside I barely even locked the door before he's shoving me up the stairs. I decide not to question and just move, I race up the stairs and automatically go to my room, Derek follows me. well I thought he did? I heard the foot steps but when I turned around he wasn't there.

"huh?" I say to myself confused I turn around again and I barely have time to even look at him before he slams me into the wall next to the door frame

"oof" the air was knocked out of me for a brief second

"do you really have to do that every time you need to 'talk'?" I ask, annoyed

he doesn't say anything he just stares into my eyes for a bit and my gaze drift down to his lips, something in my body tingles, this is weird. I swallow the lump in my throat and look back at his eyes only to realise he's looking at my lips too. I lick them on reflex, dereks gaze seemingly making them drier by the second.

Derek's eyebrows crinkle as if he's thinking but he never once takes his eyes off my lips

"Er Derek?" I ask, my voice kind of raspy due to my dry throat.

He glances back up at my eyes quickly before letting go of my shirt and stepping backwards, something like alarm darting around his pupils.

I hate to admit it but I kinda wish he hadnt, my heart was beating fast and the after math of the adrenaline rush is still pumping through my veins

I avert my gaze to anything but him, feeling kind of awkward.

the tension is unbearable, I have to say something.

"uh.. Derek.. what was that?" I ask nervously still refusing to look at him.

he doesn't reply which causes me to look up and his jaw clenches.

"I'm sorry." He says gruffly, seeming a little embarrassed.

"That's okay." I smile weakly being too awkward to want to adress the situation

"Um, you wanted to talk?"

"Er yeah, I wanted to apologise for yesterday. I spoke out of turn and I know that."

I smile. I don't think I've ever seen Derek apologise for anything in his life.

"So yeah. Er. That was all." This time he's averting his gaze.

"Okay." This is getting a little bit weird now we're both just sort of standing here.

"Um I don't mean to be rude but you probably wanna leave now."

"Huh?" He looks straight at me.

"My dad.."

"Oh yeah ofcourse." He shakes his head and makes for the window.

I laugh slightly rolling my eyes at his strange method of doing things

"You know we have this amazing thing called a front door."

He shrugs

"That's not really my style." He smirks before jumping out and going off to do whatever it is Derek hale does.
HI MY LOVELYS thankyou for reading!❤️