Nightmare (Teen Wolf Fan Fiction)

Chapter Thirty Nine: Can't Is A Strong Word

Hey everyone! Long time no see. Sorry I haven't updating in awhile. I've been busy with school. As you know I have this horrible enemy who hates me and keeps ruining my life! (little dramatic but you get my point) *cough* *cough* Algebra *cough*

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Now, without further ado we shall proceed on to chapter thirty nine. Enjoy. :)

          Four weeks passed by that consisted of boring school days, long nights spent in Stiles's arms, and nightmares. The nightmares were almost always the same. In each one Stiles died and I was left with nothing. Almost always Derek was the one that killed him but one time he even killed himself. I contemplated skipping sleep many nights but I knew that would leave me walking around school like a zombie. I spent the night over at Stiles's house many times in those few weeks, spending as much time with him as I could. I wasn't sure how much time he had left and I couldn't help but think about all the 'what if' thoughts I had. What if he dies? What if i can't wake up next to him ever again? What if I can't hear his laugh ever again? Not knowing the answer to any of these questions was driving me insane.

          "Listen, no matter what happens to me you can't give Derek what he wants." Stiles told me while I rested my head on his chest. We were sitting in his room waiting for the clock to finally reach the time for us to go to school. "Not to be rude or anything but have you seen my track record of giving Derek what he wants? It's not very...well, existent." He smirked. "Good." He replied as he stroked my hair. He's been acting strange lately, but not in the distant type way. He's just been taking advantage of each moment we spend as if it will be his last. I try to tell myself that it's a good thing but I hate to think his time might be limited.

          I watched his lips with longing. I could never accept not getting to feel his kiss again, that would be the death of me. As if Stiles could read my mind he pulled me towards him and placed a soft kiss on my lips. We shared a smile both amazed at how much we could feel at once, mesmerized by the effect we had on each other. I was greedy when it came to his kisses and hungrily pulled him back for more. He didn't complain as he indulged in the closeness of our lips.

          "I love you, I love you, I love you." I repeated out loud. This set him into action. He began tugging at the fabric of my clothing, while I ran my hands through his short hair. He positioned himself on top of me and lowered his mouth to my neck. I felt chills travel down my body as he released a breath. "I love you too." He whispered placing his lips on my neck.

          Our heated moment was interrupted when we realized what time it was. I jumped up and quickly grabbed my bag. "We're going to be so late." I said as I tossed Stiles the keys to the jeep. "Well, we could just skip school." He suggested. His offer was tempting but I knew it wouldn't be a good idea. His dad would come home and I doubt we could come up with a good excuse for not going to school. "Come on." I said grabbing his hand. He kept a smile on his face the whole way to school. I kept looking over at him and giggling at nothing.

          I'm not sure why but I suddenly felt kind of awkward after the moment we shared before rushing out of the house. I love Stiles but I still get kind of embarrassed by my persistence when it comes to kissing him. I'm almost animal-like when he starts to kiss me. I feel as if I won't be able to stop but somehow I manage. We pulled up in the parking lot and walked with our hands together all the way to class.

          When we got into the classroom I noticed that Scott, Allison, Erica, Isaac, and Boyd were all out of school. "I guess we didn't get the memo." I whispered to Stiles after getting a look at all the empty sets. "Guess not." He replied with a hint of worry in his voice. I glanced across the room at Jackson. He looked fairly normal now that he was a werewolf. He smiled over at me in a flirtatious way. I rolled my eyes and faced forward. I couldn't help but notice Lydia's glares in my direction. Ha ha, don't worry about that one Lydia. Jackson might be kind of hot but he has nothing on my feelings for Stiles.