10 Things I Hate About You.

Chapter 1

Stiles
"Okay Scott, if you want to control yourself on full moons you're gonna have to trust me" I said as we walked out to the lacrosse field.
"That means no Allison until you are 100% sure that you know, you won't em, kill her basically".

"Okay, just promise it won't hurt?" Scott asked.
"I'm afraid I can't do that" I said as I removed everything I needed from my back pack.
"Okay so Scott, to begin I'm going to need you to walk about 10 steps away from me, count out loud, please."

Scott shrugged his shoulders and began to count quietly from 1 to 10. Before he had the chance to turn around I quickly threw a ball aimed perfectly for his head.
"Ow, STILES what the hell" Scott complained as he rubbed the back off his head. I began to see his eyes glow yellow.

"You gotta control it Scottie boy" I smirked. I quickly threw another ball in his direction. He caught it with ease. He shot me a cocky look and I quickly threw another as he was distracted. This one hit him where the sun don't shine.

I broke down laughing as Scott crumpled to he ground in pain.
"Good to know the pain hurts just as bad as a werewolf" I joked. Scott shot me a look that showed me he was definitely pissed off.
"How will this help anything, I feel like you're just getting revenge on me" Scott complained as he pulled himself up.

"It's a little bit of both I guess, but you gotta control your anger. Or anything that raises your pulse" I stated. I have been researching werewolves for a while now because no offence to Scott but I am the smartest of the two of us. Besides he's too distracted by Allison to give a crap. In fact I'm sure he doesn't even want to be a werewolf, but I think they're fricking awesome.

I quickly threw another ball in his direction followed by a second and a third. Two of my throws were successful, one hit him in the stomach another in his leg. His eyes changed colour again and his face began to take shape of the werewolf.

"You gotta control it Scott" I warned him. Scott released a loud roar and I began to back away. "Scott I'm warning you" I said as I stumbled backwards heading towards the woods. He began to run for me and I started running aimlessly into the woods. I kept turning back to see Scott getting closer and closer.

"SCOTT STOP" I cried out. I continued to run as fast as my human legs could. I quickly turned to see him gaining on me as I turned back I stumbled into a tree, hitting my head. I fell backwards and let out a groan of pain. I tried to pull myself up but I felt dizzy and just fell down again. I heard a unfamiliar growl followed by a very familiar growl. I looked up and spotted Scott but I also saw another werewolf. Great. I'm going to die.

I saw that the unfamiliar wolf wasn't actually trying to kill me, it was defending me?
A couple of seconds later, Scott returned to his human self. I let out a loud sigh of relief.
I stood up still shaking. My head hurt like hell.
"What the hell do you think you're doing" the stranger growled.
"Just having a leisurely stroll, whatcha think" I said being my sarcastic self. The stranger gave me me a look that could kill, if looks could kill.

"Who even are you" Scott said. The stranger turned back to Scott.
"I'm Derek Hale". Derek shot me one final look then walked off.

Scott and I were left in the middle of the woods, confused about everything that just happened.

I love teen wolf and I decided to start writing about it, so thanks for reading and stuff x