This May Hurt (Teen Wolf)

Chapter 41

-Stiles P.O.V-

I'm sitting on Scott's bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying that beautiful girl hopping onto that stupid bastards bike and driving off.

I shouldn't be thinking about it because it only brings me the worst type of pain, but I can't get it out of my mind. The look on her face when she left. I know she saw my destroyed face and yet she still left. But she looked back at me the whole time until they were out of sit. Her beautiful brown hair flowing freely in the air from underneath the black helmet. Her small, delicate arms wrapped around his waist. Hugging him closely.

I groan loudly as I grab the pillow from underneath me and repeatedly hit myself with it. I can't keep thinking about this. It's actually causing me serious pain and I can't handle it anymore.

"Dude, can you stop!", Scott complains.

"No, I can't.", I shoot back.

"Well honestly I can't blame a anyone but you for this. What you did was wrong and you know it. You shouldn't have-"

"I fucking know damn! I've been told all fucking day so can you stop!"

That's all I've heard since I have my little altercation with him! Can I have a break!?" I flip my self over, burying my face into the pillow, drowning myself in it's light, fluffiness in attempt to hide from the cold world around me.

"Stiles, I'm sorry. It's just- You know what, that doesn't even matter right now. What matters is Vanessa. What are you going to do about her?"

I mumble something incoherently into the pillow.

"Dude, I can't understand you when you're talking to a pillow.", Scott scoffs at me.

I groan as I roll over to my back.

"I said I don't know. I left her like ten text messages and called her four times and she hasn't answered me once."

I literally blew up her phone the moment she was gone and I've heard nothing from her. It's killing me not knowing what she's up to or what she's doing with Isaac.

"Look, you're going to see her tonight in the woods when we all meet up right? So you can talk to her there. For now, just let her cool off.", Scott tries to assure me.

"But what if Isaac does the same thing he did to Emily to her? I don't know if I can han-"

"Stiles stop! You know Isaac isn't going to do a thing to her!", Scott yells.

"Well, let's hope so.", I sigh as I get up and walk to the window, staring into the sky and thinking of that beautiful girl that I won't let get away from me again.

-Vanessa's P.O.V-

My blood is boiling from what happened only moments ago as I am practically dragging Isaac through up the stairs and to my room, slamming the door behind me and and turning to face a scared looking Isaac.

"Are you-", he starts.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?", I scream at him.

He seems so shocked by my outburst. I don't usually lose my temper because I hate people seeing me like this, but this is one of the exceptions.

"What are you talking about?", he asks me so innocently.

"Do not give me the innocent bullshit! What was all the shit you pulled with my parents down there?!" I'm literally fuming and by the look on his face, he's terrified of me.

"I- I just wanted to make a I good first impression.", he says barely above a whisper.

"Isaac, you aren't my boyfriend! You aren't Stiles! And you nev-"