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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Derek's POV "Idon'twant to go, Lydia," I hear Alden say. Scott and Stiles are standing outside with me, leaving against my car. "I'mnotwearingthat, itsnearlyseethrough." I look down and chuckle. "Why are you here?" They both asked, turning their heads in my direction at the same time as me. If I told them the truth, Stiles would attempt to hurt me and Scott wouldn't look so good while at his homecoming. "Take the pictures. Why else?" "Idon'tknow. ItsnotlikeI'mtryingto impress anyone," Aiden says. Her voice seems closer now. The door opens and Lydia and Aiden come out. Her dress is cream colored and almost see through; giving my imagination some extra details. She stops next to Scott and loops her arm through his. "Your not going with Allison?" I ask him. Stiles is nearly drooling over Lydia. "I'm not supposed to go at all, but I figured that if I make up a bullshit story, all will be well." Aiden winces in pain shoots through my arm. I can feel her pain...literally. "You guys ready?" He asks. They all nod. ××××× Aiden's POV Lydia is practically forcing me to move my arms. I could punch someone if they're too close. "Okay stop," I say, the pain in my arm getting almost unbearable. "I'm gonna go outside to breath." Groaning, she turns around and starts dancing her way through the crowd. My heels clack on the hard tile of the hallway while the music is dull. I get to the lacrosse field and take deep breaths. In the distance I can see someone sitting on the bleachers staring my way. I have to bite down on my tongue to stop from yelling out in pain. The figure stands and makes its way over. I start running the opposite direction. Something grabs the back my dress, ripping it at my thigh and presses me to the wall. Derek's green eyes stare into mine. Something about them, or him, seems to calm me. He takes my hand in his and examines my arm. His eyes fall on the cut. "Why does it hurt so bad? Why isn't healing?" "Cause it's from an Alpha," he tells me. "It'll heal, but it'll take longer." He steps back and looks me up and down. "Come with me to my place. You won't have to hide the pain," he says. I nod and follow him to his car. Just as I groaning in pain, he winces and grips his arm. "Wh-" "Its fine. Relax." ×××××× Iwakeupandstand, lookingat my surroundings. "Killhim," somethinginmymindtells me to do. Thankfully Derek isn'tintheroom, probablystilltrainingScott. "Yourtoopowerfultogether; youknowit. Justkillhim." The door opens andDerekwalksin. Beforehecanseeme, Igrabthegunthat'sonthedresserandplaceitinmybackpocket. Hemakeshiswayovertome, placinghishandsinmywaist. LookingdownatmyselfI can seeI'minoneofhis shirts that's all too long onmeandnothingelse. "Youfeelokay?" Heasks. Ismallsmileformsonmylips. "Wonderful. A little sore, butamazing. Isn'tScotthere?" He nod, glancing backatthedoor. "Wait, washeherewhenwewere-" "Maybe," hesays, smirking. Iclosemyeyesandrestmyforeheadagainsthischest. "Killhim." Thevoiceisgettinglouder. "Whatifhefindsout andtellsStiles?" Heruns his handsthroughmyhair. "Itswhat wedointhedarkthatcan'tbesaid." Heleansdownandkissesmepassionately. OneofthemanythingsIloveabouthimisthathecanbedominatewhenneeded, andlovingatothertimes. Westumblebackuntilmybackisagainst the bathroom door. Ifindmyselfgrippingthegunandpullingitout. When it'spressedtohisstomachheslowlystops. "Whatareyoudoing?" Heasksme. Heisn'tevenscaredI'llshoothim, Icantellbyhisheartbeat. Tearsslipfrommyeyes. "Idon'tknow. It'stellingme to kill you." Hewipesmytearsaway. "Iloveyou. Pullthetrigger." Mybrowsnittogether. Hewants me todoit. "Ifyoudon't, it'lltellmetoshootyouandIcan'tdothat. Pullthetrigger." "Iloveyou, Derek." Hekisses myforeheadasIpullthefirethegun. ××××× I shoot up and look around frantically. Derek's room. What was that? A nightmare? A dream? Why were we together? Did we have sex!? The door opens and a shirtless Derek walks in. "You're healed," he says. I look at my arm and and see the cut is completely gone. He sits down on the opposite side of me. "You okay?" "Yeah, I-I just has this weird dream," I say, having to force myself words out. You'retoostrongtogether, what does that mean? Looking at myself I'm in his shirt. Immediately, I get confused. "I changed you since your dress was ripped. And it would be more comfortable to sleep out of the dress." I nod, knowing he's now seen me almost naked makes my heart beat faster. To make it worse. I know he can hear it. "Lay down." "What?" I ask in surprise. "You can't go hone without your dad, mom, and Stiles asking questions. Your better off staying here," he explains. "My mom? She doesn't come for another week." "She came early. Now incan sleep in the chair or here, it's up to you." "This is fine."
AN: I'm bored as hell and ithurtssobadtowritebuthellwithit. Comment what you thinkandshare!! Stayalive |-/ -Veah