Full Moon //Derek Hale//

Twenty-Eight

"You're a what now?"

"An aubergine." I rolled my eyes, looking back and forth between the two boys on opposite sides of me.

"What exactly is an aubergine? Other an the color of eggplant." Stiles asked as we walked down the hallways.

"A rare werewolf who can feel the pain of its members that are in it's pack. Deaton also said that I could envision where someone is, if they're in pain, but I don't know how to do that, yet." I answered. "Also, my eye color can be beta purple, deathly blue, or alpha pink. Which, honestly I'm sticking with purple since it's my favorite color, and I don't wanna have to kill anyone."

"Wow, so anything else we need to know?" Scott asked, gripping the sides of his bookbag as we walked through the locker room doors.

"I can't feel my own pain." I shrugged.

"What so you can't feel this?" Scott asked as he pinched my arm. I shook my head.

"Bus I can feel this." I said before punching him with enough force to leave a bruise.

"Hallie!" He whined. I smirked before watching them walk to their lockers, me still trailing behind, having already been dressed in athletic shorts and a tank top.

"So how was work yesterday?" I questioned Scott, changing the topic as they both pulled on their shorts and then their Nike tanks.

"Um, well,the guy who came to get his dog checked up disappeared, without his dog." He vaguely answered.

"What?" My eyebrows furrowed together as I listened to him explain.

"I looked everywhere. It's like he just walked away. Left his car, his dog." He said as he pulled out a jacket, similar to Stiles except black and not grey.

"Okay. Was he, like, could he have been a virgin maybe?" Did he look like a virgin? Was he, you know, virginal?" Stiles fidgetly asked, yanking his jacket up his back.

"No, definitely not." I turn to look at Scott, confused at how he would know this. "Deaton makes me have sex with all of his clients. It's a new policy." He said, turning down to a whisper before looking at Stiles and I.

I gave him an annoyed look that matched Stiles as Scott chuckled to himself before letting out a sigh, getting serious again. "No, I don't know if he was a virgin. And why are you talking like he's already dead? He's just missing."

"Missing and presumed dead because he's probably a virgin, Scott. And you know who else is a virgin? Me. I'm a virgin, okay? And you know what that means? It means that my lack of sexual experience is now literally a threat to my life. Okay, I need to have sex, like, right now." Stiles rushed, his arms moving in spastic movements as I tried to control my laughter and embarrassment.

"Someone needs to have sex with me, like, today. Like, someone needs to sex me right now!"

Suddenly a locker slammed shut behind him, Danny poking his head into the conversation. "All right, I'll do it." He said with the casual smirk added to it. Stiles shouted in surprise and spun around while Scott and I just stared at the two.

"What?" Stiles squeaked out, genuinely confused.

"Come to my place at 9." Danny explained, looking Stiles up and down before glancing at me. "Plan to stay the night. I like to cuddle."

Stiles mouth opened up as he said a small 'oh,' spinning around and facing Scott and I before spinning back around. "That was so sweet. Are you kidding?"

"Yes, I'm kidding." He immediately shot Stiles down while I snorted in reply. Danny started to walk away and Stiles shouted at him.

"Okay, you know, you don't toy with a guy's emotions like that, Danny. It's not attractive, all right?"