The Other Girl ( Teen Wolf )

Chapter 18

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I do not own the characters of TV show teen wolf such as Scott, Derek, Allison, Stiles, and so on. I do not own the show teen wolf. I do not own the ideas of the TV show Teen Wolf. (Though I wish I could be such an amazing writer as the writer of Teen Wolf!!!) I do own my characters such as Emily and her friend Stephanie because I created the two girls.

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Chapter 18:

--Derek's POV:

"Yup." She agreed popping the 'p' at the end.

She stood there next to the kitchen table uncomfortably silent. Taking a wild guess, she had probably just remembered what had happened a few minuets ago.

"Want to go watch TV?" I said trying to break the ice.

"Sure." She sounded relieved that I had finally said something so she didn't have to.

She led me to the living room just across from the kitchen. We both sat down on the same brown leather couch that was in front of the TV. The living room was a much darker room than the kitchen. The walls were painted a dark brown and the whole room was decorated with old lamps and old furnishes.

As soon as she had sat down I noticed her body had tensed up a little. I didn't want her to feel uncomfortable so I took the remote from the table in front of us and turned on the TV. She smiled back at me while rubbing the back of her head nervously.

"Sorry." She said with a sheepish grin.

"Don't be. Just relax." I said laughing at her as her face turned a shade redder.

--Emily's POV:

I could feel my face burning as I sat down watching Derek turn on the TV.

"Sorry." I said while giving him a ridiculous grin.

"Don't be. Just relax." Derek replied laughing at me.

"What's so funny?" I demanded.

"Oh. Nothing." He said shrugging and turning towards the TV.

"Tell me!" I said sitting up in the chair.

Derek just glanced over at me then set his eyes back on the TV. I couldn't help but notice the smile playing on his lips. For some reason I knew he was going to make fun of me about earlier.

"Is it about earlier?" I said waiting for a response.

Again he didn't answer. He just sat there trying not to smile. The TV's images were casting shadows across his face.

"Fine, don't answer me. That was all you earlier anyway." I whispered folding my arms trying to insult him with out him hearing. As I plopped back down in my seat I heard Derek burst in to laughter.

"What?" I said confused.

"Well, I just think what you just said was funny. I don't know what you're talking about. You threw yourself on me."

I sat there in shock. How did he hear me? I was screaming in my head because I was pretty sure my face was looking like a cherry now. All Derek could do was sit there and laugh at me. After a few seconds he started to calm down and stop laughing. I could have sworn I saw a tear in his eyes from his uncontrollable laughing fit. He slowly leaned towards me reaching out his hand. I felt everything slow down as if the world was about to stop turning. I felt his warm finger under neither my chin. He was still smiling as he pushed my jaw up so my mouth wasn't still wide open from the shock. He moved back to his seat and crossed his arms.