Chapter 41

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I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF. Only Melanie and her plot lines.
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I slammed my locker door shut, turning on my heel and rushing as fast as I possibly could over to the Guidance Counsellor's office. Just simply wanting Stiles to finish up the session he had scheduled with Mrs. Morrell.

I had managed to get out of not only the whole concussion ordeal last night, but the therapy session I supposedly needed as well. Everyone thought that I should go talk to Mrs. Morrell, being that I was held hostage at the police station.

But, like I stated before, I had gotten got out of it. How? Don't ask. All I will tell you is that it took a lot of pleading and begging. Unfortunately, Stiles had gotten dragged into the therapy session. So, that brings me to the current situation I was in right now. Waiting for the pale boy to emerge from the small school office.

I had been enlightened on a few things that I had been oblivious to. Basically nothing out of the ordinary.

Allison had arrived at the police station last night. But, we had somehow not run into each other. And I'm glad we hadn't, for she wasn't there to save us from the psychotic teenager Matt. Nor help us in any manner. She was there to kill Derek. And I'll tell you why.

The night at the rave, when we were still oblivious as to who the kanima master was, something awful had happened that I was not informed. And it was crucial information.

Derek had bitten Allison's mother. And, according to their fatal hunter code, the bite isn't a gift. It's in fact the opposite. If a hunter was bitten by a werewolf, it was promised that they would have to be killed. Or, more specifically, kill themselves. And that's what happened. Mrs. Argent had punctured a knife through her chest, the dramatic event changing Allison drastically. For she wasn't the sweet innocent girl I knew anymore, she was different.

As for Melissa McCall, she now knew that her son was a supernatural creature she had only seen in the movies Stiles was obsessed with and I was forced to watch. She wasn't very joyful to say the least. Eye contact was no longer an event that took place in the McCall household. But, soon, everything would even out and they would be at peace with one another. They would just have to give it some time.

And that then leaves the psychotic teenage boy, Matt. Well, Matt had darted out of that police station faster than any of us could blink. Ironic due to the fact that I was unconscious. But, his escape hadn't lasted long. For they found his lifeless body dead in a nearby lake. And I had a feeling he hadn't just drowned. But, as for right now, I wasn't too worried about that.

On the bright side, Mr. Stilinski had been granted his job as the Sheriff once again. Thank God at least something good had come out of all this chaos. And hopefully, that wouldn't be the last good thing.

I shoved my hands into the maroon hoodie owned by Stiles, the warmth of the pockets inviting my two hands as if Stiles was clutching them reassuringly. I sighed, looking up at the lock for about the thousandth time.

Speaking of Stiles, we were both...good. There was clearly something bothering the pale boy, but, other than that crucial detail, we were still somewhat okay. Somewhat.

I jumped slightly at the door bursting open, Stiles appearing with a drained look on his face. He was clutching his lacrosse stick in his right hand and his other was shoved deep into his pocket.

"Hi." I smiled lightly, mentally scolding myself for the awkward introduction.

"Hi." He replied back, looking down at the tile floor momentarily. His facial expression was weary and he coughed awkwardly as the silence continued.

I sighed, running a hand through my tangled hair, only having time to rush a quick brush through it this morning, "What's wrong?"

That had caught his attention, for he rose his head up from his current position and shrugged, "Wrong? Nothing–nothing's wrong."

"Stiles," I shut my eyes, "please."

"I'm just–kind of upset with myself right now...I guess."

I quirked an eyebrow, "Upset with yourself? Why would you be upset with yourself."

Stiles sighed dramatically, yanking me off to the side a bit so we weren't blocking the doorway to Mrs. Morrell's office.

"I was paralyzed, Melanie. Paralyzed."

"You were paralyzed that one time at the mechanics garage, what makes it any different?"

He licked his lips, avoiding my gaze for a brief moment. As if he was struggling to find the correct words to respond.

"Last night, towards the end of all the...chaos, I somehow managed to gain a little feeling in my body. So I made my way over to the holding cells and–" he sighed dramatically, "And I watched Matt hit you and my father over the head with that gun. And there wasn't anything I could do about it. I was helpless."

"I–" I went to speak, but Stiles quickly cut me off.

"You and my father were both on the ground, unconscious. And I saw that douchebag hold the gun out towards your head, and I thought...this is it. If I don't do anything now, the girl I love is going to die." He paused once again, shaking his head, "But I still couldn't do anything. And if Scott hadn't of pushed Matt out of the way just in the nick of time, I would have lost you."

I looked down, closing my eyes as Stiles continued to speak.

"Melanie. You and my father...you guys are the only ones I have left, other than Scott. If I actually lost one of you, I'd loose my mind."

"Okay, but Stiles, it didn't happen. I'm still here. I'm okay." I stated, Stiles still looking not all that convinced, "You were the last thing I saw when I closed my eyes, and the first thing I saw when I opened them."

Stiles shook his head, "I still could have lost you."

"It doesn't matter, because you were there. You still managed to be there even though you were paralyzed. Stiles, that's like–physically impossible." I laughed lightly. "And you have to remember, you're only human."

"That's the thing though, I'm only human. I'm not some heroic werewolf that can protect you from the kanima or heal when I'm–like stabbed in the stomach."

"And you still manage to protect, not only me, but everyone around you." I smiled softly, "and if that doesn't prove how good of a boyfriend you are, I don't know what will."

He waisted no time before yanking me into a huge hug, wrapping his arms around my waist as I swung mine over his shoulders and around his neck.

"I love you." He murmured, listening as I let out a sigh of relief.

"I love you too."
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