This May Hurt (Teen Wolf)

Chapter 32

"Nice of you to join us, Ms. Martin and Mr. Stilinski.", Mr. Davis scolds us as we walk in, but I am to dazed to even pay attention as I walk into class, once again taking the first seat I lay eyes on. I'm so tired I can't even think straight. I don't even notice when two people take seats beside me. One of them is Stiles, I think, but I'm too out of it to really look up and see. My mind is running.

"Vanessa.", I hear Stiles call me from beside me, but I don't answer.

"Vanessa, you need to listen to me." I continue to not pay attention.

"Vanessa you have to move!", he whispers at me.

His voice is actually starting irritate me. "Dammit Stiles, why?!", I softly scold at him.

"Well, hello there.", I hear a voice whisper close in my other ear. I know that sinister voice from anywhere. The voice makes every hair on my body stand on end and my heart almost collapse into my lungs. It's Ethan.

I jump straight out of my chair and scream, fear rippling through my body, as it echoes through the room. How had I not noticed him?! The evil smile he gives me sends a shiver down my spine. I can't do this. I can't!

As I look around, I see everyone staring at me, looking at me as if I was some sort of unidentifiable being. "Ms. Martin, is there a problem?", Mr. Davis questions me as he looks at me with great precaution. I must look like a mental patient, randomly jumping in the middle of class and screaming my head off.

"I- I umm- It's just-", I stutter, but I can't seem to get my thoughts out as I shake in my place.

"She just saw a spider, Mr. Davis. But don't worry, I got it for her.", Stiles says, saving me. I turn to him and see him imitating squishing a spider with his shoe.

"Is this true, Ms. Martin?", Mr. Davis asks me.

I slowly nod my head. "I'm sorry, Mr. Davis. I just have a serious case of arachnophobia.", I say softly. I feel Stiles hands grab mine from behind, this time I take it openly, gripping it tightly as if it were my very life.

"Well I am very sorry, now please take your seat.", Mr. Davis orders me.

I slowly take sit down, shaking on my way. I watch from the corner or my eye as Ethan's smile widens, mischievous and dastardly.

"We are going to have a lot of fun in this class now aren't we?", Ethan taunts me.

"Do NOT speak to her.", Stiles says through his teeth.

Ethan raises an eyebrow, "Seems we've grown some balls lately, huh Stiles?", Ethan mocks Stiles.

"If you keep talking, I might just rip yours off.", Stiles growls.

Ethan simply chuckles and leans back in his seat. I've yet to stop shaking, my body trembling at the close proximity of Ethan and I. I feel him eyeing me, his eyes hungry, his smile never seeming to cease. It's like have the devil as your classmate, and this give me the most unease. I feel a warm hand touch mine, sending warmth through my cold body. There is only one person I know who can do this. I look up to see Stiles, giving me a sympathetic smile. I watch him mouth to me, "Everything will be ok. I'm right here." I give him a small smile, mouthing a thank you back.I turn back to face the teacher, as I try so desperately to pay attention to the lesson.

As the lesson goes on, I see a note land on my desk. I turn to Stiles, but see he is busy taking his notes. My eyebrows scrunch together because if Stiles didn't give me this note, than who-

I slowly turn my head to the only other person I know in the classroom, Ethan. He has the biggest smile on his face as he looks back and forth between me and the note. I hesitate, as if the note is laced with poison. He continues to stare at me, silently waiting for me open the note. I take a breath and reach for the note, slowly opening it, and read .

"Too bad a beautiful girl like you has to end her life so early."

I gasp, dropping the note, frozen in place. My eyes begin to fill with tears. I bat them, trying to push them back, but one, unfortunately, slips out, cascading down my my cheek. Ethan chuckles at me, my current state amusing him. Stiles turns and sees me crying, worry and shock covering his face. I look at him as he reaches up, wiping away the tear the slipped away. His eyes asks me what happened and I simply hand him the note. I watch as he reads it, his face growing red with anger. His chest rapidly moving up and down, nostrils flaring, and his breathing coming out short and quick. He rips the note, tearing it into many tiny pieces, slamming it down on the table once he's done.

"You don't need to worry because he will NOT touch a single hair on you're head.", he whispers while pulling my chair closer to him, placing a hand on my thigh. The small gesture instantly stopping my tears and igniting my body.

"Besides,", Stiles starts with a smirk, "I don't know why he's calling you beautiful when the only thing he calls beautiful is his boyfriend, Danny's dick up his tight ass.", Stiles finishes with a smile.

I stifle a laugh, quickly covering my mouth before letting it out, but I can not stop the giggling that slips through me.

"SHUT UP STILES!", Ethan yells and stands up, slamming his fist on the desk.

I, including the entire class, jump at Ethan's sudden outburst. I feel Stiles grab me, pulling me close to his chest. Ethan's eyes are livid and a deep res, his breathing is so heavy, I can almost feel it on my face. I tremble at his state of anger, his energy radiating right off him.

"ETHAN!", Mr. Davis yells. The entire class, including Ethan, snap their heads towards Mr. Davis. "Ethan, what is the meaning of this disruption of my class!?", Mr. Davis yells.

"Mr. Davis, Stiles- He-" but Mr. Davis holds up a  hand, silencing him.

"That will be detention Ethan, today after school.", Mr. Davis says while reaching in his desk, writing down a pass.

"But Mr. Davis-", Ethan starts. Mr. Davis puts his hand up again, silencing him, and walks to Ethan, placing his detention pass on his desk.

"I'll see you after school, Ethan.", Mr. Davis says and walks back to his desk. I see Stiles smirk from the corner of my eye and I smile at him, basking in his achievement. Ethan sits down, glaring at us.

"You are de-" but the bell rings, cutting him off. Stiles quickly grabs both our bags, takes my hand, and whisks us out of class.

Before leaving, I turn and deliver Ethan a smirk of my own. His eyes glow red, fangs growing from his teeth. I quickly turn back around and scurry off with Stiles down the hall.