You pulled out your lesson book from your bag.
You were the substitute english teacher for Beacon Hills High. Ms. Blake was on vacation.
You began to write the lesson on the board.
You turned to look back at your lesson book, but there was man in the way.
You jumped back, startled.
“Who are you?” you asked, “How did you get in here?”
He didn’t speak and walked closer to you. You walked backwards into the board, allowing yourself to be easily pinned.
“Where’s Ms. Blake?” he asked.
“On vacation. I’m her substitute,” you responded.
“And your name is?” he questioned.
“Y/N Y/L/N,” you answered.
He slumped slightly and you looked at him carefully.
He was wounded. His side was bleeding.
“You’re hurt,” you whispered.
“Do you know how to fix this?” he asked.
“Simple bullet wound,” you nodded.
“Come with me,” he said, sticking out his hand.
“What’s your name?” you asked.
“Derek Hale,” he responded.
You took his hand.
He took you back to his loft. He took off his shirt.
“This is going to hurt,” you warned.
You used pliers to pull the bullet out.
He released a low growl and shut his eyes.
You cleaned out the wound and carefully dressed it.
“Change the bandages every morning and night,” you said.
“You’re very pretty Y/N,” he said.
“What?” you asked confused.
Derek grabbed you and kissed you. You felt something change, so you pulled away.
When you looked, Derek had shifted into a werewolf.
You just stared at him.
“You’re not scared?” he asked, changing back.
“No,” you said, shaking your head.
He kissed you again and you returned it.
You had to remember to thank Ms. Blake for being absent.
