C H A P T E R 2
"I'm in the room
It's a typical tuesday night
I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like,
And she will never know your story like I do."S t i l e s
You belong with me,
have you ever thought just maybe-I momentarily pause the music on my phone when there's a knock on my door. Okay, I know who is it already because I heard-
"Stiles?"
See?
"Dad?" I ask, pulling off the ear buds in my ears. I know what is he going to ask; Either, "Wanna eat pizza for dinner?" or, "Don't you have homeworks to do? If not, c'mon, help me with some kind of murders I am working on."
I heard the door knob click and Dad's head pop in the door way.
"Dad, yes. Pizza is fine for dinner." I immediately blurted out before he even ask. Seconds pass, he gave me this confuse look.
"Ah. no. That's not the reason why I am here." Okay, that's not what I expecting. I mentally slap myself for that stupidity I did.
"So," I grin stupidly, "What's up dad?"
"Well, I came here because Scott and Derek came here. They wanted to see you."
"Did they tell what they came for?" I ask numbly, feeling my heart's beating a little rapid.
"Scott, just go downstairs." with that, he left.
I roll my eyes, and just thought of why am I asking it? Seriously Stiles?
Just because you heard his name doesn't mean you're acting like that again."Okay, Stiles, hold your self." I mumbled, pushing my self up on the mattress. I know some times I am acting like abnormal, but hey, I am normal. Every teen agers are like that. My normality just ruin a lot when this werewolf thing started. Come to think on this, on the circle of your friends, almost half of your friends are animal-kind-of-people. Lydia and I are still human, yes. Allison? Yes, she's still a human but, common, did you forgot that she's like-blooded-hunter. Her family is a hunter, of course as well as her.
"So, what's the matter guys?" I ask when I finally make my way into the living room. Immediately spotting Scott on the couch, always making himself at home. The perk of being best friends.
On the other hand, Derek is always near on the door frame leaning on it, and had his arms always folded on his chest. Like the image of a real dominant man. Still, he looks like a sour man. That, the frown never leaves his face.
"Remembered the JS prom this coming week?" Scott ask, looking at me. Well, I kind of remember that since I have great time every time I am going on that kind of party. Really memorable. Tone the sarcasm please.
"Well, what about it?" I ask but suddenly, I fucking jump mid high when a deep voice speak on my back and practically near on my ear that I can feel the breath when he spoke. Fucking Derek Hale.
"Well," he said, giving me a small smile. Is that even a smile or a small mocking frown? Screw me, but that's the second time he literally smile. He always frown, snap, frown and frown.
"We are going."
Going? In the JS Prom?
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