Scratches Are Worse Then Bites (Teen Wolf) (Derek Hale) Slowly Editing

Taken

I walk out of the burnt down house to see Scott fighting Derek....actually it's more like Scott getting thrown around, he sucks at fighting.

But still , althoughI hate to admit it, Derek really hasn't done anything wrong even though he seems a little bitchy, so Scott is probably doing something idiotic and just like old times I'm going to set him straight.

So I walk towards the now wrestling werewolves, and debate on which to kick in the face. lets just wing it!

I kick, not aiming for one over the other and end up hitting Scott. Everything next happens in a blur, Scott tackles me to the ground, not realizing it actually is me. He roars in my face spit flying everywhere, he's basically drooling in me. But thanks to my natural fighting skills I kick where the sun don't shine, werewolf or not it's still gonna hurt like hell. Scott topples over and I jump of and rub off the dirt on my clothes.

"Max I'm so sorry!" Scott said, his puppy brown eyes full of worry.

"It's fine, your just stupid for fighting Derek he's actually in the right, which...just seems werid..."

"No not for that-"

"We'll you should be but go on" I snapped at him.

"I'm sorry for that," he said gesturing to my shoulder. I glanced down at it, it had a little scratch on it, not nearly as bad as the one from the alpha, this one could pass as me being clumsy and tripping on a branch. I saw Derek out of the corner of my eye glaring at me. he probably didn't like being disobeyed. oops.

"Scott it's fine," seeing how he's not convinced I countinue,

"Seriously its not even bad, just go home we'll talk tomorrow. me, you and stiles can have a slumber party" I smiled in the thought, he stayed put, not wanting to go, so I threatened him,

"If you don't leave I'll make you guys watch the notebook." at that his eyes widened and he ran into the woods. this made me chuckle, they fell for it every time.

I turned to face Derek who was burning holes into my eyes

"What?!" I snapped

"What? what?! you just almost got killed, and that's all you have to say, what?" Derek cried

I shrugged, what does he want me to say, 'oops?'

"You don't just break up a fight between werewolves when your human! you could have been hurt or killed!" he continues to yell

"But I wasn't"

"Still-" Derek began

"No, don't pull that crap on me, I wasn't, and even if I was it wouldn't matter, I'm already losing my mind, literally "

Derek tried to cut me off but I countinued

"If I was turned into a werewolf, who cares, id survive. if he killed me no one would mourn, maybe stiles and Scott but they'd get over it, and my mom? she barely talks to me, if I'm lucky we'll talk a sentence to each-other through out the week. I don't have anyone derek, it wouldn't matter."

I said before turning away and walked into the forest, back home. since it was right on the edge of the forest it didn't take too long only like 15minutes maybe.

I heard derek calling me but I kept walking, I pulled my headphones out that I always kept in my pocket, music is my best friend. I got home at 2am. you'd think id pass out once my head would hit the pillow, my luck isn't that good, I stated up for a good 3hrs before sleep finally took mercy on me.

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I got up at a reasonable time, taking a shower and getting dressed in dark high wasted shorts and a tight, bright cherry red long sleeve with a criss cross back, that showed off my C cups. I did light makeup, I don't like looking like a color book.