Unfaithful

Chapter 9: Road Trip

Scott’s POV

Glancing over, I take in the figure next to me. His hands grip the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, and his emotionless face sets me on edge. He does not look happy. I’m in so much trouble. It’s bad enough I can feel the disappointment coming off of him in waves. I don’t want to see it as well. Sighing, my shoulders slump over as my head bows down while my eyes cast downward not wanting to see anything. After an hour of driving, I start wondering where we’re going. He said he had to see his contacts, whatever that means … he doesn’t seem like the social type … he’s too closed off … keeping everyone at a distance … never dropping his guard … I wonder who these contacts are … Are they allies, friends? Psh. Yeah right, friends … “So where exactly are we going,” I curiously ask him. The car is silent for a moment before his voice breaks through.

“A place about 2 hours away from here,” he replies with aggravation on his voice. Um, okay, way to avoid the question. I mean, seriously, who does that?

“Oh, okay, what are we going to be doing there,” he lets out a huff at my question.

“I already told you, I need to talk to some of my contacts,” irritation seeping into his voice. Rolling my eyes, I shake my head. Well, this shouldn’t surprise me. He’s never one for long answers.

“I know that but why,” I push forward. Hey, if I’m stuck here for the ride I have a right to know exactly what’s going on. Hearing him inhale a deep breath, I know he’s fighting the urge to flip out on me.

“I need to talk to them … about you. I am a werewolf from birth so I have always been taught control. You, on the other hand, were bitten, which complicates things. I’m just going to find out some information about the best way to teach you. Hell, that’s even if I can teach you,” he quickly explains to me. I nod my head at him letting him know that I understand, even though I clearly don’t.

What does he mean that he might not be able to teach me? I mean if he can’t teach me, then what? I’m fucked, that’s what! The sounds of the car start agitating me as the silence becomes uncomfortable. My eyes dart around the car trying to focus on something, anything.

Not finding anything to hold my interest, I look out the window leaning my head against the glass. Darkness, trees, and road are all I can make out as we pass by. Oh my god, can this be any more boring. Fine then, if he doesn’t want to talk, I’ll just keep myself busy. I turn around in my seat reaching behind Derek’s to grab my bag. Ignoring Derek’s questioning look, I unzip the front pocket and pull out my iPod.  Turning back around, I hold up my hand to show Derek the reason for my actions. A look of understanding comes over his face as he flashes me a quick smirk before turning his attention back to the road. Putting my earphones in, I turn on my iPod as I close my eyes while trying to make sense of everything that happened. Plus, I desperately need a distraction from the ever growing pressure inside my dick, having blue balls is a bitch. Random thoughts enter my mind, making the music nothing but a whisper as I lean my head against the cold window once again.

So many questions … So many thoughts running through my mind. I can’t seem to stop the randomness from occurring. It swirls around, this constant nagging feeling of horror. I’m a monster, yet no one sees me. Everyone thinks this is a game. Well, they aren’t the ones that almost took a life ... fucking bastards. They’re not the ones that almost shed an innocent’s blood just satisfy this unquenchable hunger that never disappears. I try to ignore … try to pretend that it’s not there … but it is … it grows with each passing day. These urges intensify until I become weak … and allow it to take over. I can’t talk to Stiles, he doesn’t understand. He only focuses on Derek as being a threat. Humph. Derek’s no better … he only cares about not exposing our kind … he isn’t even sure if he can train me. He doesn’t understand. He was never normal. He was never bitten. He doesn’t understand what I’m going through.