Orange Eyes (Teen Wolf/Derek Hale)

Chapter 12

McKenzie's P.O.V

I was currently sitting in the waiting room of the mechanics with Stiles, looking at all the posters for used bikes on the wall. I've been saving up for one, as has Scott, but we both want to get the same bike, but in different colours. Thing is, it's gonna take us at least another six months to be able to afford one. Even with the job at Deaton's. I looked around, before seeing the mechanic doing something completely different with Stiles jeep than what he asked for. And, apparently, as had Stiles.

"Hey! Hey?" Stiles exclaimed, walking over to the mechanic. "What do you think you're doing? All I needed was a starter!"

"Yeah," the mechanic started. "But it looks like your whole exhaust system has got to be replaced here."

"Why do I have the feeling you're slightly over – estimating the damage?"

The mechanic sighed, rolling his eyes in the process before going back to work.

"It's probably gonna run you like twelve – hundred parts and labour."

"Are you kidding?" I asked.

"This thing doesn't even have a catalytic converter. And yes, I know what a catalytic converter is," Stiles said, his snarky side coming out.

"Do you know what a limited slip differential is?" The mechanic asked. I simply smirked.

"A limited-slip differential is a type of differential gear arrangement that lets some difference in angular velocity of the output shafts, but imposes a mechanical limit on the disparity," I spoke confidently. Both Stiles and the mechanic looked shocked and I simply shrugged my shoulders. The mechanic quickly recovered from his shocked state.

"Well, this don't got one of them either, Yeah, coming on more like fifteen – hundred."

"Nope. Bring it down to $1000, or we aren't paying anything," I spoke, my voice calm and collected whilst my thoughts were anything but.

"And what makes you think I'll do that?"

I smirked and showed him my teeth, licking the point and showing him the blood that gathered on my tongue.

"Because I can be incredibly dangerous when I want to be."

He looked scared but nodded, and I nodded back in satisfaction.

"Good, now if you don't mind me, I'm going to go and die of boredom in your waiting room," I muttered, before sauntering off. I was soon joined by Stiles, who muttered about how unsanitary this place is, and how it's ridiculously expensive. My phone buzzed signalling that I had a text.

From: Derek

Hey. I need help training the pack.

To: Derek

And that's important to me because???

From: Derek

Because this isn't just my pack. It's yours too.

To: Derek

Fine. But only cos I'm bored.

I quickly tucked my phone into the back pocket of my black high waisted shorts. I quickly put on my oversized 'cute but psycho' jumper and watched as it fell mid-thigh, covering my shorts and my vest top. I turned around to tell Stiles where I was going when I saw he was on the floor, seemingly unable to move. I felt something sharp sting the back of my neck before I fell over too. I could still blink and breathe, so at least I know I wasn't dead or anything, but I couldn't move my body. I watched in horror as a green thing with scales and a tail cut a pipe, lowering the jeep down and on top of the mechanic. I quickly willed for my claws to come out and stuck them into my thigh, waiting for the healing process to begin. Stiles was phoning the cops and I could slowly start to move my toes, then my legs, and then everything else. I quickly picked up Stiles and sat him down on a chair before running into the bathroom and washing the blood off of my thighs. After I had done, I walked back out of the bathrooms to see Stiles outside talking to his dad.

"McKenzie," Mr Stilinski greeted me, I nodded at him and smiled weakly.

"Did you see anything?" He asked me. I shook my head and looked at the floor.

"I was in the bathroom," I said. "I cut my hand on something in the waiting room and had to wash the blood off."

"Okay then. You can go, both of you. And Stiles? We need to keep your jeep and impound it." Upon seeing the sad look on his sons face, the sheriff explained further. "Sorry kid, evidence. I'll see you at home."

"All right, well, at least make sure they wash it," Stiles shouted after his dad.

"C'mon," I said, motioning him to follow me. "I'll see if Derek can pick us up. And then we can put the plan into action."

"Okay, just – just make sure I don't get hurt or anything," Stiles muttered. I smirked at him.

To: Derek

Can you pick Stiles and I up and drop Stiles off?

From: Derek

Yeah. Where you at?

To: Derek

The mechanics

"Alright. Derek should be here in about ten minutes, so in about eight you need to start flirting with me, then hold my hand, okay?"

"Okay, but I swear to god, if he hurts me, I will hurt you, okay?" He asked me, clearly concerned for his own safety.

"That's fine," I smirked.

Derek's P.O.V

As I was getting closer to the mechanics shop, I could hear talking. More specifically, Stiles talking to Ze. I didn't like what I could hear either.

"You have beautiful eyes," Stiles complemented her, causing her to giggle.

I felt the anger brewing beneath my skin, filling up my veins and turning my blood into liquid jealousy. I blinked back my wolf eyes and pulled into the car park to see them holding hands. Stiles Stilinski is holding hands with my girl? He thinks he can compare to me? Well, he's got another thing coming. I could faintly smell blood and... Hospital? The faint smell of diesel filled my nostrils, and I realised the ambulance and police must have been here. Was she hurt? Is she okay? I quickly got out of the car and pulled her away from Stiles, placing her behind me and growling at him.

"What are you doing with my girl?" I growled out, emphasising the words 'my' and 'girl'.

Ze simply sauntered past me and walked back up to Stilinski.

"I'm not yours anymore, Derek," she whispered. I was taken aback by what she said, but quickly put up my stone cold exterior.

"Fine, just get in the car," I said emotionlessly, and got back in the driver's seat. Ze sat in the back and Stiles sat in the front. The entire ride was filled with awkward silence and an undeniable tension.

"You getting out with me, babe?" Stiles asked her, only for her to shake her head.

"No. I have to help train Derek's pack," she said, smiling slightly. "I'll come over later though."

Stiles nodded and shut the door before walking up to his house. I didn't know whether to be happy she chose me over him, or upset that she was talking about me like I didn't exist, and that she isn't my Alpha Female anymore. She climbed over the centre console and sat in the front seat. Let the awkwardness begin...

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Hey guys and gals! Really sorry about this being up late, but I've been really busy this weekend. I had plans yesterday, and today, so it hasn't really left much time for updating, but here it is! I hope you enjoyed! You know the drill by now.

Daily Question: How old do you think I am?

Also, Ella, you know who you are, you cannot answer this as I'm pretty sure you know. There's no shoutouts in this one cos I'm really tired, but there will be shoutouts in the next one for whoever gets this question right.

~Jupiter