This May Hurt (Teen Wolf)

Chapter 20

My head was spinning, throbbing. All my past memories came rushing so fast at once. The world was moving too fast for me to catch up. I was unstable, wobbling.

"Vanessa? Vanessa. Vanessa!", I hear Stiles yell.

I'm losing it. It's happening again and I know that I can't stop it this time. I desperately fling my arms to the side trying to grasp something to hold  myself, but find nothing. My eyes roll to the back of my head and I fall to the ground, darkness washing over me.

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I feel a hand slowly caress my hair. The hand slowly moves down and caresses my cheek. The hand is soft, sweet, light; as if afraid to harm me.

"You need to wake up, please. You know I'm literally holding Derek back from pouring cold water over your face.", I hear a voice say. It's so beautiful in my ears. "You know, I remember when I first saw you. Even as a 9 year old, I thought you were breathtaking.", Stiles. It was Stiles talking to me. I wanted to open my eyes, but than I wanted to continue listening to his words. "When you saved me from those boys, then cleaned up my cuts, and even hung out with me for all those hours. I loved listening to you talk non stop. You were so intelligent from any other 8 year old I'd ever met. Your opinions on everything were, well kinda stupid, but the way you put them I mean they were so- Look at me I'm babbling as usual, so stupid. Still, you were, and still are amazing. I still can't believe I found you after all these years.", he said while caressing my cheek.

This boy, this boy; words can not describe this boy. I open my eyes and am welcomed by those golden brown eyes that I can't get enough of. His cheeks began to grow a deep shade of red. I could tell by his eyes that I was not meant to hear his words.

"Umm, you didn't hear any of that right?", he asked me. I giggled at him and nodded my head. Before he could say another word, I got up and took his face in my hands. I stared at him while he stared at me back. His lips were inches from mine and before I could stop myself, I closed the gap and engulfed myself in the the beauty that was Stiles. He gasp, shocked my my sudden affection, but soon melted into the kiss.

I could feel an actual fire burning inside the pit of my stomach. Every hair on my body was standing on ends. This kiss was bigger than the last one. It had more passion, more heat. I was practically suffocating from the intensity of this kiss. I felt his arms wrap around me, pulling me closer to him and I happily obliged. My arms wrapped around his neck and my hands found their way to his hair, tugging lightly; a moan escapes his lips. This boy is what I want, what I need. It was an undeniable connection between him and I. It didn't matter if my sister hated me for the rest of my life, he wanted me and I am finally his to take.

We finally broke apart what seemed like hours. All you could here was our ragged breathing as we tried to catch our breaths. We stared at each other, as if questioning who would speak first. I watched as a small smile spread across his lips.

"I knew you couldn't resist my undeniable charm.", he said with a smirk. 

I slapped his arm and listened as he erupted with laughter.

"Well if all I am is a game to you then I might as well leave.", I taunted him.

"No!", he yelled as he grabbed my arm, holding me in place, his face turning serious very quick.

I smirked at him, "Thought so."

He glared, but his expression soon softened. "That wasn't funny.", he said trying to hold on to his serious face. This time it was my turn to laugh at him.

"I was kidding and you know it.", I told him.

"Well don't play like that. The thought of losing you again....", he shuddered, as if he couldn't even handle the mere thought of it. He reached out and touched my cheek, stroking it with his thumb. I smiled at him, the small gesture sending butterflies roaming through my stomach. This moment was perfect. Simply perfect.

As I looked around, I finally noticed we were in the back of his jeep. No wonder we were so close. But I didn't mind. If it were possible for me to be closer to this boy, I would. 

"Can I ask you something?", he asked me. I nodded my head.

"Why didn't you come that day after we met at the park. You told me to meet you there, same place, same time, but you didn't come. I waited for you till it was after dark and everyone had went home. My dad ended up having to come get me, it was like 8 o'clock. I got mad. Really mad. I kept saying to myself, "How dare she? How could she do this to me?" But in the end I felt crushed, broken really when it finally hit me that you weren't coming. So why....why didn't you come?", he asked me.

My brain was reeling. My mind flashed back to my near death accident.