Red Eyes {Teen Wolf/Derek Hale}

[Chapter 18]

McKenzie P.O.V

I woke up in my room. Strange, I could have swore I fell asleep at the rock. Everything that happened last night suddenly came crashing down on me. My emotions overtook and before I could stop it, a strangled sob left my lips. I fought tears and went and looked in the mirror. The girl staring back at me was covered in mud. I didn't wear makeup so I didn't have a problem with that. My green eyes looked lifeless and my hair was greasy. I pulled my top down and looked at the mark Derek left on my neck. It was his name and a small moon underneath it. I sighed and walked into my bathroom. I showered and changed into some leggings and one of Scott's hoodies. I put my wet hair into a messy bun and walked downstairs. I made some cereal, but couldn't bring myself to eat it. Scott walked in.

"Hey Kenzie. School's out today. I think the day after as well," he said. I shrugged. He was about to make himself some cereal so I stepped in.

"Here. Have mine," I said pushing my coco pops towards him. He looked at them, then at me.

"Nope. You need to eat," he declined, pushing them back towards me. I sighed and took a bit, knowing he wouldn't give up until I did. Once I swallowed, he looked away. I immediately got up and ran to the bathroom and threw up. It wouldn't stop. Even when there was nothing to throw up, I was still dry heaving. Scott came in, clearly smelling the sick. He scrunched his nose in disgust.

"Maybe you should get some rest," Scott suggested.

"Can we watch Supernatural?" I asked, still hunched over the toilet bowl.

So that's the next two days went. Scott and I watching Supernatural. I still couldn't eat anything and I was growing thinner (Werewolves burn more fat that humans so that's why she becoming thinner so fast). My cheekbones were hollow and whenever Scott hugged me, he would hug me gently, thinking I was fragile.

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It was Saturday and Scott and I agreed to go out with Stiles.

"Where are we going?" Scott asked Stiles. I had been silent the entire ride and was chilling in the backseat.

"You'll see," Stiles replied, getting out of the jeep.

"We really shouldn't be out here. Our Mom has been in a constant stake of freak out since what happened at school," Scott complained.

"Well, your mom isn't the sheriff, okay? There's no comparison, trust me," Stiles retorted.

"Can you at least tell us what we're doing out here?" I finally spoke.

"Yes. When my two best friends lose the love of their lives, I get my two best friends drunk!" Stiles said, raising up a bottle of Jack Daniels. I sighed.

Scott P.O.V

It's been a few hours since we arrived here and Kenzie hasn't said a word. She's really starting to worry me. Stiles, on the other hand, is completely hammered.

"Dude. You know, she's - She's just one girl. You know, there are plenty of other girls in the sea," Stiles said, giggling like a mad man.

"Fish in the sea," I corrected him.

"Fish? Why are you talking about fish? I'm talking about girls!" Stiles started. "I love girls, man. I love 'em. Especially strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, 5 foot 3 -"

"So Lydia?" I interrupted.

"Yeah, how did you know?"

McKenzie P.O.V

I was sitting on the ground, curled up into a ball. I was just thinking, not even paying attention. My eyelids began to feel heavy and I closed them. Dreamland beckoned me and I didn't wait to join in.

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I awoke to find Scott running over to me. Stiles, on the other hand, was nowhere to be see.

"Where's Stiles?" I asked groggily.

"In the jeep. C'mon. We're going home."

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I woke up on Monday to find I was in Scott's room curled into a pillow whilst he was sleeping soundly. I was about to go back to sleep when the alarm went off.

"Beautiful Monday morning. Beacon Hills High School is back open after being closed Thursday and Friday. Police continue the search for alleged killer, Derek Hale -"

Suddenly mom cam running in and I grabbed the blanket putting it over my head. She turned the radio off.

"We should probably set this to buzzer, huh? You alive in there?" She asked Scott and I.

"No," we both groaned at the same time.

"Not ready to go back to school?" She quizzed.

"No."

"Wanna stay off another day?"

"No."

"Want a new car?" Scott perked up. "Me too. This isn't just about what happened at school, is it? This is about what's her name. Do you wanna talk about it?" Mom asked Scott.

"Not with you," he replied stubbornly.

"Hey, I've been through a fair few breakups myself, you know. I mean, disastrous ones actually."

"I don't wanna hear about your breakups mom. I'm gonna get her back," Scott said harshly.

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