This May Hurt (Teen Wolf)

Chapter 16

"Now we can't stay here to train you so we need to go to move to a more wider yet concealed space.", Deaton said.

"You mean like the woods?", Isaac suggested.

"Exactly. We need to get moving right away before we run into any extra trouble.", Deaton said.

"Ok well than we are off the woods again.", Stiles said.

I begin to shake at the thought of going back to the woods. That is where all my problems started. My body trembles violently just thinking of Scott's vicious attack on me.

"Hey, are you ok?", Stiles says while wrapping an arm around me.

"Ya...I'm just still cold.", I tell him.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm so stupid. Here take my jacket." He strips his Jacket and drapes it around me. It's seems like everyone just loves giving me their jackets. Well, these two mainly.

"Thank you.", I say quietly

"Anytime. Now come on, we better get moving.", he says with a smile so bright it almost melts warms every inch of my frozen body.

I attempt to take a step and find myself wobbling drastically. I can't even feel my muscles contract when I moved.

"Here, I'll just carry you.", Stiles says. He hooks an arm under my legs and attempts to lift me. Like I said "attempt", but the attempt failed miserably and we both ended up crashing to the floor. Luckily, I feel on top of him but still, how is he unable to lift my 121 pound, 5'4 body? At least my body is still numb because I felt absolutely nothing.

I hear a slight chuckle escapes the lips of Isaac and as I look up I see that he's desperately holding back a laugh.

"Would you shut up!?", Stiles exclaims as he helps me up.

"I'm sorry, it's just a bit funny to see you struggle so hard.", Isaac says with most conniving little smirk.

"I think we should leave, now please.", Deaton says, thankfully ending the ticking time bomb I sensed coming from Stiles.

"Then let's go.", Isaac says and with that he once again scoops me up  and we are out the door. I'm starting to get way too comfortable in this wolf boys arms.

We stop in front of Derek and the others doing what seems like planning.

"Deaton wants to take her to the woods to start her training.", Isaac informs Derek.

"Good, so we're leaving now than. Isaac, Scott, Allison, and the girl go in Stiles' car. Deaton, Boyd, Erica, and Lydia in mine. Let's get moving.", Derek throws orders around.

"I have a name and it is Vanessa.", I scowl for what must be the hundredth time at this stupid idiot, Derek.

"Wait, why do I have to ride in your car? Why can't I ride in Stiles'!?", Lydia shrieks. Of course she wants to sit in Stiles' car, the pompous bitch.

"Dammit if I hear another Martin bitch I will pull me fangs out! Fine Isaac and Lydia switch. Now everyone shut up and move out!", Derek barks.

"What!? Derek come o-", but the death stare Derek gives him shuts him up.

"Now everyone out!", Derek yells and with that we all scurry out the door.

Isaac places me in the backseat of Stiles' jeep, buckles me up, than places his jacket around my legs. "We don't need you catching pneumonia.", he says flashing me a smile. Wow, he looked like a freaking Abercrombie model. Not even, like a slice heaven sent straight to earth. Strangely tho, he does not tickle my fancy the way Sti-.......never mind.

Scott and Allison enter the car and sit on either side of me.

"Hey, make sure you guys kinda squish close to her. She's still kinda cold from the ice bath.", Isaac tells them.

"Ya ya, you can leave now. Derek is waiting for you in HIS car.", Stiles says darkly as he climbs into the drivers seat, my sister simultaneously climbing into the passengers seat as well.

Isaac's scowls at Stiles, but closes the car door and sulks to Derek's car.

"Are you cold Vanessa?", Stiles asks me. I nod slightly.

Stiles turns the heater up in the car and I soon begin to feel my big toe again. I thank him as I blush at his sincere action. He smiles as he begins following Derek's car out of the parking lot. I catch my sisters eyes in the review mirror and they reek with pure jealousy. I watch has she takes her hand and places it firmly and dangerously close to Stiles' manhood. I watch him stiffen and turn to look at her with a confused expression. She simply smiles her signature Lydia Martin smile at him and begins to rub her hand softly on his thigh.

My anger is now skyrocketing and I feel both Scott and Allison tense up beside me. I'm no longer cold because the temperature in this car has risen greatly.