This May Hurt (Teen Wolf)

Chapter 44

We were halfway to my house, the silent night and glowing moon making this car ride even more unbearable than it can be.

I'm still mad; fuming actually. Why the hell wouldn't he let me slap the shit out of her!? It's not like she didn't deserve it. She deserves WORSE than that actually. But no, he had to hold me back. What the fuck?

I see him constantly turn and look at me without saying a single word, but I stand my ground. If he thinks I'm actually going to speak to him after all the shit he's pulled today, he's dead wrong.

"Are you going to pout the whole way home?", he finally speaks. I turn my body even further towards the window, trying best to completely block him from my eyesight.

"Oh come on Vanessa, you're acting like a child." That's what gets me.

I turn to him in disbelief, my eyes blazing. "Really?! A child. I'm acting like a fucking child?!" How can he even say that?! Is he actually taking her fucking side?!

"Do you want to know why I held you back?", he sighs. I think it over for a minute until I finally nod my head. "I only held you back because you and I both know that you still don't know how to completely control those powers you have yet. Deaton says that they can be triggered by your emotions and you were getting pretty pissed off back there. Did you not even realize your fingers were sparking?"

I look down at my hands. They looked fine to me. As I looked closer though, I see the tiny swirls of electricity beneath the flesh of my fingers. My eyes widen at the sight. How could I not have noticed or even felt it?

"See. If I had let you out of this car, you would have hurt Lydia, maybe even killed her. That's the last thing I would want you to doing even though she would deserve it, but you know that even though you hate her, you wouldn't want to hurt her at all. She might have almost killed you, but she's still your sister."

He's right. More than right, but I hate that. Why does he have to be right? I stay silent and stare at my lap, not wanting to meet his gaze. Those were the last and most unexpected words I expected from him.

"Come on, Vanessa. Don't be like that.", he's says as he places a hand on my thigh, the touch instantly calming my burning nerves. I sigh, finally giving in and placing my hand over his. He smiles at me. "Isn't this better than being mad?"

"Shut up.", I say as I nudge him a bit.

"Hey, it's rude to bump the driver. What if that weak push caused me to crash this car. Than we'd both be dead."

"Oh weak huh? Really?"

"What, you think you can flatten me like a cheesecake?"

My eyebrows scrunch together in confusion until realization hits me. My cheeks begin to burn with embarrassment as Stiles throws his head back in laughter. "

It's not funny!" I still can't believe I said something so utterly stupid. Flatten her like a cheesecake? Really? Nice one, Vanessa.

"I just wish you had seen your face!", he gasps between laughs. "You were so mad and there I was thinking you're going to blast your sister into nothing, but than you go and say the stupidest thing possible. Flatten her like a cheesecake." I can actually see tears in his eyes as he continues to laugh.

I cross my arms, huffing at him and turning back to the window away from him. Now I'm acting like a child, but this time I don't care.

"Oh come on babe. It was only a joke." I ignore him. "Fine, keep pouting.", he says as he leans over to me, his lips so close to my ear I can feel the heat radiating off them. "I think it's sexy.", he whispers seductively in my ear.

The temperature in the growingly small car is rising above boiling point and I can feel a chill run from down to a certain place in my body that should be left untouched.

He senses my growing awkwardness and a devious smile spreads across his perfect face. "You like when I talk to you like that?", he continues as he places his hand on my thigh, but dangerously close to my untouchable. I visibly gulp as I quickly try to collect myself, the sexual tension in this jeep is climbing and it's not helping for the fact that that irresistibly, delicious smirk is still plastered on his face. That his eyes are now hooded with a deep lust or that his lips seem to be growing more plump by the second. It's taking everything inside me not to take him here in this car, in that drivers seat.

Woah, where are these impure thoughts coming from? Probably another one of the thousand affects this kid has over you, Vanessa.

"Are you ok, babe?", Stiles coos as his hand moves up by a simple inch.

"Stop!", I yell as I swat is hand clean off my thigh. He bawls laughing as I sit there deeply flustered, my own lust slowly diminishing and anger replacing. "What?!", I demand from him.

"It's noting! You just looked so innocent." He throws his head back in laughter once again. Usually this is a sight that would have my heart leaping for joy, but not this time. This time it only pisses every nerve in my body.

"Oh come on, don't be mad babe.", he says as he caresses my cheek.

"Well that wasn't funny!", I say as I rip my face from his touch. "Why do you always have to make fun of me?"

He senses the level of my despair and his expression quickly changes. "I'm sorry. I'm not trying to make fun of you. I didn't mean it hurt your feelings."

I can tell how genuinely sorry he is as he gazes into my eyes. I can't be mad at him, I already know. "It's ok.", I say giving him a small smile.

Relief washes over his face as he gives me a soft, tender kiss. "Now please drive, I really wanna get home.", I plea.

"Vanessa, you are home."

What? I look out the window and see that we are in fact parked in my driveway. How did I not notice? "When the hell did we get here?", I ask him, still confused.

"We've been sitting here for like 10 minutes! I figured you just didn't want to go home yet.", he shrugs.

Wow. It's like time means absolutely nothing when I'm with him. "Oh. Sorry, awkward.", I tell him. "Well...I guess I better get going then."

"Ya, I guess."

"Well, unless...", I trail off.

"Unless what?"

"Unless you wanna, you know.", I say, looking towards the house.

A smile forms on his lips. "Are you asking me to spend the night again?" "Kinda.", I say as I play with my fingers.

"Well I don't know. That wasn't much of an invitation.", he says giving me a smile.

Really? Fine. Two can play this game.

"Fine then.", I say and hop out of the car, walking to my front door.

Just as I had expected, I hear a car door open and shut as feet basically run towards me. "Thought so.", I say to myself with a proud smile.