Short, tan skinned girl with shy green eyes. Tall, dark, and handsome with glowing green eyes. Completely different, both the same. Their eyes show the pain that has been left there from years of damage.
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"You should stay away from me," Derek...
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Aiden's POV "I'm fine here, mom. Dad seems to be not have tore the house down," I say as I study. My phone is set down on my bed with my mom in speaker. "You sure you don't want me to get you?" She asks. She acts like he's abusive. She sighs. "I'm sorry, you muss your father and I'm showing no sympathy. How was school?" I circle a word in my text book. "Good actually. I made a friend, Lydia; and yes its the the same Lydia that Stiles has been dreaming about. She's not that bad," I tell her. Suddenly I feel homesick. "When are you coming to visit?" "Two weeks. Work is crazy right now, like always. Its times like these when I think your father was right when he said work came between us." Our conversations always turned to her talking to me about dad. "Any boys?" A smile spreads across my face. "No, mom; no boys, unless you include my dumb brother and my dumber brother." She laughs. "How is Scott?" She asks me. She always took a particular liking into him, as have I. When I was younger I remember having a huge crush on him. That died down when I realized he didn't see me like that. "He's good." ×××××× Dereks's POV "Why'd you call me for this?" I ask. Scott has his claws out, fighting the urge to turn. "Did you finally get him to his breaking point?" Stiles runs his hands through his hair. "It's not a full moon and nothing has been said or done that could trigger him," he tells me. I release a deep breath and take a deep breath towards Scott. He snarls at me. Its weird looking when he's not in complete form. "Why is this happening!?" He says too loudly. "Are your patents home?" I ask Stiles. He shakes his head. I stare into Scotts eyes as I get closer. My chest rises and falls rapidly. He launches at me, giving me a free shot to do what I need. I throw him out the window, watching as he lands perfectly on his hands and feet. He looks up at the window, his eyes glowing gold, now transitioned. He runs off with a loud growl. I hear a girls laugh come from the other aide of the wall. "You said no one was home!" He flinches at my harsh tone. "In all fairness, you asked about my parents." The door opens and a girl with brown hair and green eyes walks in. Her and Stiles look very much alike. "Aid! This is our cousin, Trevor, from Texas." She walks in and hands him her phone. He walks out talking to someone. "We don't have a cousin from Texas," she says, sitting down on the bed. Her eyes are so bright. "Who are you?" She asks. "Derek Hale." Her green eyes widen. "Hope you've heard good things." She laughs nervously. "Aren't you one of the most wanted in the state? Killed three people?" Her hands shake. I can't tear my eyes away from hers. "That wasn't me," I snarl. She flinches at my harshness. Her and Stile's are nothing alike. He would have made a smart remark about me being somewhat involved. "They couldn't find any proof." Her eyed meet mine again. "That doesn't mean you didn't cover your- sorry." The door opens and Stiles comes back in. "So you've met Mr.Sourwolf now," he says. I roll my eyes. His sister squints her eyes at my shirt. "Is that blood?" Stiles and I look. He claps a hand on my shoulder. "He gets...really bad nose bleeds. Buddy, why don't you borrow a shirt of mine?" ××××× Aiden's POV Mr.Sourwolf? What kind of nickname is that. He must get the very heavy nose bleeds cause that was a good amount of blood on his shirt. He walks over to the dresser, stripping off his shirt. Holy mother- my mouth goes dry as I can't keep my eyes from roaming down his chest and abs. Damn. I'm not saying he's sexy, but he's sexy! "Stiles," he says, his jaw clenched. Does he have anger problems? "This...no fit." "Try another one." There's no way anything of my brothers will fit him. He throws it back down in his dresser. He puts a orange and blue stripped shirt on. "This?" "It's not your color," I mumble loud enough to be heard. He takes it off and puts a black one on. It hugs his muscular arms and chest. Damn he's fine as hell.
