Chapter 11

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Stiles POV

I make it to school that morning, tired as hell and on my way to class Mr. Harris stops me walking with two people.

"Hey Stiles can you show these two where their first class is for me I'm kinda busy.."

I knew I couldn't refuse so I just went along with it.

He walks off and the two stand in front of me.

"Hi I'm Stiles, I know weird name right.. But anyway what's your guys names?" I ask and they look at each other in amuse.

"Uh, I'm Christian and this is my twin sister Christie, it's nice to meet you" The boy says and I nod and give them a small, greeting smile.

The girl seems kinda shy, but I take a look at their schedule and notice that they have the same class as me.. Chemistry. Of course how cliché!!

We walk into the class and I introduce them to the teacher and they come and sit behind me and Scott.

Malia hasn't been showing up lately, but good thing Scott's here.

I introduce Scott to the Christian and Christie.

"Uh Scott this is Christian and Christie.. their twins, new here to BHS.."

"..Hello I'm Scott McCall, it's nice to meet you. Welcome to Beacon Hills High School"

They nod in appreciation and turn around. Class goes by rather quickly. We leave, but the new kids don't seem to know what to do.

So I take the lead and show them to their next class, which isn't with me.

But I tell them to meet me by the cafeteria so that they can meet the pack, of course I didn't say 'pack' but you know what I mean.

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The pack has met Christian and Christie, and now we're pretty comfortable with each other and they seem cool.

We sat outside this time. But for some reason when Christie shot a look at me, the sunlight bounced off of her gray eyes and glistened a silvery color.. Kinda weird if you ask me but it should be no big deal.

We finish up and leave, the two say that they should be good for the rest of the day without help, so we just go along with our regular day.

I reach home and text my dad that I'm home, so he doesn't have to come back and watch the house for intruders. Which I believe is pretty stupid, but he's the sheriff so I'm not surprised.

I go inside and I get the sweet relief that my mom isn't home. Derek is sitting on the edge of my couch reading a book.

Of course, Miguel is always reading a book. I stomp my foot to announce my presence.

He looks up from his book and closes it. Derek gets up and smiles at me. I begin to step closer.

"Hey Stiles.." Derek says in his sexy, seducing voice.

"Why hello SOURWOLF.."

I make him stop in his tracks.

"I told you not to call me that.. You know how much I hate that name..." I smirk and stop once I'm directly in front of him.

"Yeah I know, that's why I keep saying it, duh! Derek, wow and people say I'm stupid.."

He scowls at me, but I just mischievously smirk.

Derek's face softens and I tilt my head to kiss him. He grabs my waist and I put my hands behind his neck.

We make out and then Derek lays me on the couch, he gets on top of me.

Derek breaks the kiss to sit up and take off his shirt. But he comes back down to continue his assault on my lips.

I move one of my hands to his lower region and begin to palm his member and realize it's hardened. But come realization that mine is also hard as well.

I open my mouth and Derek shots his tongue into my mouth and he explores my mouth like never before.

I reach to undo his belt, when my mom screams.

"STILES!!!"

Me and Derek immediately jump up from the couch, I fumble onto my feet.

I grab Derek's shirt and shove it to him. He puts it on as soon as I hand it to him.

We look at each other and back at my mom.

"Uh mom.. I didn't know you'd be coming home, I thought you were out with dad at the sheriffs office.." I exclaim trying to lighten the subject.

"I was, but your dad told me to come home and check on you to make sure that you had food to eat for dinner.. But I come home to you sharing saliva with a grown man on the couch!!"

Now she's EXTREMELY angry. I was taught growing up to ONLY like girls, but I guess my parents plan cease to exist.

She looks at Derek and scolds him.

"So, you? What's your name big guy?!"

I look between them both and hope that's she doesn't ask any SUPER PERSONAL questions.

".. Derek Hale.."

I hope she hasn't heard that name and recognizes that he's a used-to-be-alleged-killer.

We all stand and stare at each other in silence.

Aww shit! What am I going to do now!!

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