This May Hurt (Teen Wolf)

Chapter 33

As we walk down the hall, I can't help but try to hold back my extreme joy and monstrous laughter. I'm a person who doesn't like to be rude or laugh at the expense of others, but that has got to be the funniest thing that has happened to me in the past 2 days of hell I've been through.

Stiles looks down at me, covering my watermelon wide smile with my hand, and stops us. He turns to me, a wide smile dancing on his lips. I look up into his eyes and it's as if he can read my very thoughts because before I know it, we both burst out into a massive fit of laughter.

Stiles' infectious laugh, erupts through the halls, filling them with his beautiful sound.

I take a second from my own fit of laughter to look up at him, taking him all in. The way his mouth opened wide, forming a big "o" and showing his deep laugh lines. They way one eye was more shut than the other, but you could still see his beautiful brown eyes. Even the sound of his laugh was as if a beautiful angel danced in the center of his throat. He looked and sounded like an angel. He was, without a single infraction, perfect.

After we finally calmed down, he gathers me in his arms and bends down until he was pressing his forehead on mine. "So you liked my little joke, huh?", he asks me, his angelic smile warming my once fearful heart.

I nodded my head. "You have no idea."

"Well I'm glad I was able to put a smile on that beautiful face. That ass back there was out of line for saying those things to you."

I laugh at his vulgar statement. "Is he really gay though? He doesn't strike me as one."

"Ethan? Trust me. Once you see him with his boyfriend, Danny, you'll see what I mean."

"So the big, bad, werewolf is a little fruity in the booty I see."

Stiles, once again, erupts in a massive fit of laughter. I can feel his laughter vibrating off of his chest and onto mine. I soon join him in laughter.

"You have a very beautiful laugh you know?", he tells me.

I feel my cheeks change color, burning from his comment.

"And you're stunning when you blush.", he adds on.

My entire face now ignites with fire, scolding with heat. If I know myself as well as I think do, my entire face must be as red as the lipstick I'm wearing.

He chuckles at my flustered state and kisses the tip of my nose. "Come on, let's get to your next class. I saw how upset you were when we were late to Mr. Davis' class.", he tells me.

The reminder of my first tardy of the year completely kills my once happy mood. I feel my smile cascade into a frown.

"Hey, hey.", Stiles says as he cups my face with his hands, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you late. And I didn't mean to upset you with the stu-" but I stop him with a small peck on his lips.

"It's ok, really, I'm fine.", I lie to him, but I'd rather have lied than have him continue to remind me of the past terrible morning.

Stiles gives me a small smile and finally let's go of my face, but grabs my hand as we walk down the hall.

"So, what's your next class?", Stiles asks.

"I have lacrosse next.", I tell him.

He stops so quickly, it almost gives whiplash. I look at him and he is staring widely at me. "What?", I ask him.

"You play lacrosse?"

"Well ya, I was the team captain at my old school."

He envelopes me into a massive hug, lifting my small body off the ground and spinning me around. I erupt in a fit of giggles as I try to squirm my way out of his tight grip.