Scratches Are Worse Then Bites (Teen Wolf) (Derek Hale) Slowly Editing

Fickle Friends

Stiles, after multiple sessions of getting me to stop crying only to have me start back up again, finally accomplished in getting me to only sniffle as I tell my story.

"Derek, he- he thinks I'm the Kanimia, Something happened last night, I don't remember what, but I ended up getting separated from him-" I pause to sniffle, "And then a Kanimia- whatever that is, killed someone and now the guy I have a crush on want's to kill me!" I finish explaining, leaning against Stiles chest.

"Wait... You have a crush on Derek Hale?" I snap my head up to him.

"Really Stiles, I tell you that my life is in danger and your concerned about my love interest, who now plans on killing me?!" He just shrugs his shoulders.

"I mean, nothing's really changed, our lives are always in danger, we live with freaking werewolves for God sake." I roll my eyes and ask the most intimate question.

"What are we gonna do Stiles?"

"I say we talk to Scott, and prove to Derek that you're not a killing reptile." Solid, thought out plan Stiles.

"How do we know it's not actually me?" I ask in a quite voice, I don't know what I would do... Guess my suicide plans might come back into action.

"Because, when I looked into that snakes eyes last night at the car shop, I saw pure evil, and you, Max Krean, don't have a single drop of evil in you." I give him a laugh and roll my eyes once again at my best friend.

"Okay, fine, maybe... Two drops of evil.... But no more then that." I let out a huff of laughter before rolling off his bed and walking towards his bathroom door.

"May I?" I gesture to the shower, he gives a nod and leaves me to scrub off all the dirt covering my body.

-//-

"So we'll go meet Scott at his house in 5, you ready or do you want some food?" I wring out my hair and my eyes light up.

"Do you still have donuts from last week?" He laughs and lets out an of course. I rush down the stairs, almost tripping on multiple of the steps but thankfully landing on two feet as I jump the last few steps. I wolf them down before hopping into the infamous blue jeep.

-//-

"Why don't we just have you transform into a wolf in front of Derek and then that obviously means your not the Kanimia." Scott asks as we lay on his bed.

"That would be a great, bullet proof plan Scotty, but that's the thing. I don't know how to shift. And I got hurt but the cut isn't healing." I look over to him and point to my eye- Curtsy of my loving mom and his eyebrows scrunch up in confusion.

"What do you mean? Just get angry."

"How?"

"Well let's pick from the wide variety of choices you have- Derek is trying to kill you, you're mom's a bitch, your dad and brother are dead-" Stiles rambles on and on before I stop him.

"I've already tried, nothing happens."

"Maybe that just means she has no temper at all?" Stiles looks over to Scott, who looks uncertain, he even knows that's BS.

"We all know I have the worst temper in this little 'pack'." I tell them and Scott nods his head eagerly. Jerk.

"We'll think of something, for now get ready for school. It starts in a couple hours." Scott says, what? I glance down at my phone.

3:00am

Seriously? Math doesn't seem as important in relation to my life at this point.

"Can I crash here?" I ask Scott.

"Ya, your extra clothes are in the bottom drawer." I jump into the blankets as Stiles asks the same thing.

"Me too?" He looks at Scott with a hopeful gleam in his eyes, and of course Scott says yes.

"Sleepover!!!" I yell, throwing up the rest of the blankets for Stiles and Scott to climb into. Don't worry, it's a very large bed. It's not like they're sandwiching me at the same time, I ain't a slut. I snuggle into the blankets, at least if I die, my friendship with these two boys are better then they ever had been.

-//-

We are in Mr.Harrison's class, making these weird crystal things. My partner was Isaac at the moment, we actually used to be best friends before he shut me out and refused to talk to me.

"Class, for all of you who successfully created a crystal, you may eat it." The teachers voice is mostly directed to me and Isaac, since we were one of the two partners who actually did it correctly.

"Do you want to eat it?" I say the first thing since the class first started. He gives me a shy smile.

"No, go ahead, you practically did all of the work." I smile at him and take a bite, it's a little more... Slimy then I first thought it would be. Isaac stares at me contently, and I notice Stiles is turned around staring at me too.

I give a cough,

"Must have went down the wrong pipe." I explain as I start to cough more, he actually looks alarmed. Harris rushes over to us along with Scott and Stiles.

"Ms. Krean, what's the problem?!" He asks, probably scared he'll get fired for poisoning a student. I hold up my finger, telling him to wait as I cough up a lung. I can tell the whole class has already circled around me. Great, an audience as spit flys out of my mouth. I give another cough and land on my knees, my spit turns to blood and now Harris is calling for the office.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Isaac walk out on the phone, I would have asked him what he was doing but I am a bit preoccupied.

"Max?! Come on, tell me what's wrong!" Scott's voice asks once again, but I'm basically having a fit so not really in the mood for talking.

"It-" Cough, "Burns."

-//-

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