This May Hurt (Teen Wolf)

Chapter 37

Fourth period went smoothly, thank the living God. I have both Scott and Allison in that class. But now it's my favorite time of the day, lunch. I may be a small petite girl, but no one but God can understand how much I love to eat and I've been going all anorexic the past three days, but after today, I've built up quite the appetite.

Scott and Allison lead me to the cafeteria, the smell of food making my very mouth.

"The food is actually really good here. It's one of the best things about Beacon Hills.", Allison informs me as we walk into the cafeteria.

"Ya, the pizza is amazing!", Scott exclaims hungrily.

"You have pizza like everyday!"

"And? It's a man food!

"I'm still shocked that you aren't fat."

"So you're telling me if I was fat you wouldn't love me?"

As they continue their banter, I leave them, following my nose to all the food. I quickly grab a tray and fill my plate with seven chicken strips, two pudding cups, pineapple slices, three breadsticks, a small piece of cake, and a bottle of Gatorade.

Is all this even legal in public school!? We didn't even have all this at my private school!

As I continue to pile my plate, I feel arms wrap around me. Fear quickly washed over me, my instinct reacting faster than my mind, and I swiftly kick whoever is behind me in the crotch.

A loud groan sounds in my ear and I hear a thud as whoever was behind me collapses to the ground.

I turn around to see who my victim was and to my horror it was Stiles. Dammit! Dammit all! This has to be the second time I've done this.

"Stiles!", I say as I drop to his rolling body.

"I take it you enjoy kicking me in my baby maker.", he breaths out.

"I'm so sorry! I just- I thought you were someone trying to attack me!", I say frantically.

"Well at least I know you can somewhat protect yourself without your powers.", he groans as I help him up. "You know, you're pretty strong for such a small person."

"I've been told.", I say smiling at the ground.

"Well come on.", he says while grabbing my tray with one hand and my hand with the other. "Let's go sit down."

As we walk across the sea of tables and students, I notice Stiles eyeing my food.

"Is this all for you or did you grab some for me?", he says confused.

"It's all for me.", I state matter-of-factly.

"You? You're going to eat all this?!", he exclaims running his eyes up and down my small stature.

"Just because I'm small doesn't mean that I can't eat. I have a very high metabolism plus my lacrosse and if I don't eat a lot, I could be a stick.", I explain.

"Well no one wants that. I personally love your curvy body.", he says as he runs a hand up and down the side of my body. My body flames with heat the sensational touch, my insides instantly melting.

"I like how your body reacts to my simple touch.", he says smirking at me as we reach a table.

I flush with embarrassing, feeling caught for doing something I have no control over. It's not my fault he turns me on faster than electricity shooting into a lightbulb.

As I look at the table while I take a seat, I see Boyd and Erica cuddled up with each other. You would never think someone so sweet and kind yet tender and masculine would actually be with a cold-blood carnivore like bitch like Erica. But still, to each their own. I must say, they do look very happy together though.