14; torture is for the weak
"Oh my god," the girl groaned, her frustrations leaking out of her. She bit her lower lip in frustration as she slapped, yet another book.
"Maybe we should leave the researching up to Stilinski," Isaac offered from the couch, closing the fifteen tab that was about mythical creatures.
"Well, I don't know about you, but I can't stand the prick. Also, I doubt he'll trust me. Got any other suggestions?"
Scarlet flashed to the book stash that was laid out messily on the coffee table, now placing the leather book onto a large pile of 'not in here' and grabbing from the unread stack. She crawled over to the couch bottom, leaning her back against the furniture as she crossed her legs on the floor.
As Scarlet scanned a page, she heard a heavy knock echo through the door.
Scarlet called out in a bored tone, trying fixate herself back into the worn out pages, "Who is it?"
The door opened in a creaking fashion that should make any normal person shiver with fear. Then, she saw the black leather jacket crossing over into her apartment.
"I need my omega back."
"Take him."
At this rate, Scarlet wasn't going to find anything with another soul, so the work load wasn't going to be that much of a hardship.
"Thank you," Isaac sang happily, closing the laptop and strolling out past Derek.
Derek, however, moved towards the girl. He sniffed the air, making Scarlet a tad curious, but she didn't speak up. Instead, she gnawed on her lip furiously, concentrating on the chicken scratch.
That is, until he slipped the book from her tired hands.
"This looks absolutely boring."
"Well, since I'm being 'den mother' to your cubs, it looks like I have to actually study for once," Scarlet muttered sarcastically, jumping up and trying to snatch the book back from his grabby hands.
"You made the deal."
"I would do it again, too." She meant this when she said it, too. "Now, let me get back to my studies before I take a quick leave of absence."
"To?"
"A bar," Scarlet replied in a small mumble, dragging a hand through her distressed hair.
She could tell Derek didn't have a response -much less a comeback- to that, and decided to change the subject. "When do you want to start?"
"Monday? I have my restrictions, though."
"Oh?" Derek rose his brows in expectancy, and a tad bit amusement. "Is that so?"
"I'm not going to kill unless I'm provoked. Believe it or not, I do have my morals. They also know that the coven's rules don't just apply to me, but to them, as well. I'm not breaking my neck for any one of them."
"What about me?"
Scarlet thought for a moment before a light smirk curled onto her lips. She brought her hand up to his jaw. "Vernie is my favorite, but you have a pretty face. I'd go down for you two."
