Teen Bird (1) • Teen wolf / boyxboy

26 - Drake

Drake's House; 1:30 AM 🌙

I walk through the doors of the house dressed in my normal civilian clothes with a black hoodie covering my bruised up face. I notice the kitchen light on and I have to be quiet before dad spots me and asks me why I was out so late.

I walk up the first step of the stairs slowly and carefully without making a noise. "Drake." I hear dad's voice and I have a pretty good lie if he asks me what happened.

"Yeah?" I say without looking back at him. He sighs heavily concerned and worried like he always is about me.

"Why were you out so late?" He says and I know I'm busted. He knows that I'm hiding something.

"I was out with Scott at a movie." I say lying but I know I bought a ticket from the movies tonight incase he tells me that he saw me tonight.

"Drake I know you're hiding something, look at me." He says in a soft tone and I know his tone won't last long. I ignore him and I hear him breath heavier. "Look at me god dammit!" He yells and I turn around slowly looking down at him as I take my hood off.

I show him my busted lip, my cheekbone bleeding from a knife, and a small black eye. He doesn't see the bruises on my arm or my rib so I'm fine.

"Oh god what happened?" Dad says walking towards me checking my face.

"Dad I'm fine." I say rolling my eyes tired and not making a big deal of this.

"What happened?"

"I saved a family tonight, and a bunch of thugs came and beat me up." I say telling half of the truth. "I thought I could be like Sara, saving people." I say honestly, putting her mask on tonight made me forget about Sara's death and made me feel like she was there. It was like I was her and I was helping her fight those thugs with Catwoman.

"But you're not Sara, or the Arrow, Drake." He says having his hand on my shoulder. "You did the right thing saving that family, just go get some sleep okay? Tomorrow you have school."

"I'm off tomorrow." I say knowing it's a random state holiday tomorrow. I think I'll go to Peter tomorrow and stay with him for the day and speak with him.

"Get some sleep okay." He says and I nod, I walk back up stairs into my room to find it empty with my window opened wide. Scott must've been here waiting for me.

I spot a note and a rose on my bed and grab the note reading it: Sorry I left, I couldn't wait I had to go catch up with Oliver. Love you.

I smell the rose and it smells like Scott's cologne. I fall on to my bed holding the rose tired and fall asleep.

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Derek and Peter's loft; 9:00 AM 🌤

Knock knock

Peter opens the door of his loft and looks at my face as I'm in a tight black Nike sweatpants, black Nike tank top, and a black Nike hoodie. Peter stares at my beaten up face and he gives me a worried look. He lets me in and closes the door from behind and then walks up to me grabbing my arm tightly and pulls me close.

"Who did this to you?" He growls at me and I know I can trust him with the whole Canary idea.

"Some thugs at an alley, but it doesn't matter."

"It does matter," He lays his hands on my chin turning my face to the side so he can see the cut on my cheekbone. "Jesus Christ Drake." He mumbles at himself letting me go from his grip. "You need training." He tells me walking towards a freezer taking a prepared ice pack.

"That's why I came here, because I knew you could help me." He walks up to me guiding me to a couch and pressing the ice on my eye for me.

"Yeah after you recover from your bruises on your own." He says and I know he can help me recover but this has to be a lesson to teach myself on how to not get hurt. "Let me see the other ones." He says knowing there's more than just these ones on my face. He looks down at my shirt and gives me a look like he isn't stupid and that he knows.

I take my shirt off and he grabs it throwing it to the floor. He touches the bruises and I groan in pain as he continues to poke them like they weren't real. "Peter you can stop playing with my bruises." I tell him in a very calm sarcastic tone.

"You have a lot to learn." He looks at me with a bright smile on his face. "And thankfully you have an ex assassin from the League to teach you your skills." He says pulling me up.