Fairy Tales Exist (Teen Wolf)

another wolf

I woke up on Grand's couch. I grab my stuff and walk out the door. Derek was parked out front.

"We might have a problem." He says as I get in the car.

"Can you take me home and then school? What's the problem?" I yawned.

"I bit this kid named Isaac. Same age as you. Goes to the same school. He wanted the bite." Derek says as I shake my head.

"Der, hun you can't keep biting random kids. Jackson, I understand that one because he is a little jerk who gets what he wants all the time. Isaac, we don't even know this kid. We don't even know if can he can handle it. The Argents who brought more Argents. The full moon is tonight." I look at him annoyed.

"I know. Im going to teach him." He says as we pull up to my house.

"We will continue this when I get back." I tell him as I go inside the house and change my clothes. I head back to the car. Derek sat there watching me get settled. He nods his head and drives off.

"I mean, you barely taught Scott anything. How are you going to teach Isaac? There's no alpha out there trying to kill him. Oh, and the radio over at grands house has announced that Mr. Lahey, Isaac's father is dead. Want to explain that one?" I look at him.

"He didn't do it. I don't know what did. But he didn't. Im gonna show Scott after school. Im gonna try to keep an eye on him but I need your help. He plays lacrosse and you can watch over him there." Derek says as we pull up to the school. It never ends.

"Alright. I don't know what the kid looks like but I'll try. You owe me." I crawl over to the drivers side and sit on his lap.

"I owe you?" Derek smirks as he presses his lips to mine. His hands trail up my body as I grab them and place them on my bare thighs. My hands cup his face as he moans into the kiss. I smirk, opening the driver side door grabbing my bag and getting out of the car. I adjust my clothes as Derek coughs awkwardly. Aw, he's needy.

"See you later babe." I wink at him. I head to the locker room earning a few stares.

"Carson." Coach calls me over as I grab the clipboard.

"Yes coach?" I asked look up at him.

"I do believe that is not lacrosse appropriate." As he points his fingers around the room as I look and see the entire team staring at me. Scott and Stiles into the room as they talk to each other.

"I do believe that I'm not on the team specifically. I'm just the assistant manager. Coach, are you thinking that I am dressed a bit inappropriately? That I'm showing off too much." I poke my lip out as he sighs.

"Just a bit much. Especially around the players. I'm just looking out for you sweetheart." He nods his head. The sound of chains hitting the ground brings our attention over to Stiles and Scott. Coach sighs annoyed and walks over to the locker.

"Part of me wants to ask. The other part says knowing will be more disturbing than anything I could ever imagine. So - I'm gonna walk away." Coach walks over to me handing over all the clipboards and a few lacrosse sticks. We head out to the field as they boys finish suiting up.

"Let's go! Line it up! Faster! Make daddy proud." Coach blows his whistle. Scott runs over to the goal which confuses me. Scott hates being goalie. Something was going on. Coach blows the whistle as Scott runs from the goal and tackles the person trying to score. He helps the guy up and leans in closer. It looked like he was smelling the other player. What the hell?

"McCall!" Coach shouts as he walks on to the field.

"Yeah." Scott says.

"Usually the goalie stays somewhere within the vicinity of the actual goal." He tells him.