Open Wounds

Chapter 8

*prepare for a really awkward scene...*

~Isaac~

"That was... nice I-I guess" I whispered staring at the ceiling.

Scott sat up quickly, "Holy shit...  holy- holy shit... D-Did we just--"

"Uh... yeah" I cut him off as I stayed still laying on his bed, eyes wide.

"And did I--"

"Yeah"

"Holy shit, oh my god are you okay?!?" He asked as he seen the gashes down my chest.

"Uh-Um I-It's fine... werewolf and all... Are... you okay?" I asked as I seen the cuts down his arms.

"Werewolf... and all..."

"are you okay okay I mean?"

"Uh-I-I'll get back to you on that...."

We stayed like that, in an awkward silence for what seemed like hours before Scott decided to speak.

"J-Just wondering... h-have you ever...?"

"Uh Not-Not so much like... that"  I laughed a little as I looked over at him. "have you...?"

"Uh-Uh not... well yes but... that was... different..."

"The good kind of different?"

"Yeah-Yeah, totally"

He stood up and reached to the ground and I am not going to lie... I had quite a nice view if his a-

"Isaac?" He asked as he pulled on his boxers.

"Yeah?" I asked as I sat up.

He threw my boxers at me and they landed on my face. I pulled them off and looked at him.

"You're still naked" He whispered as he looked at his feet.

I quickly stood up and pulled them up, "Better?" I asked as I sat back on the bed.

"Well... actually  I kinda liked you better without them but--"

"Oh really?" I asked as he sat in front of me.

His lips were less than a inch away before the door swung open.

"STILES!!" Scott screamed loudly as he got off the bed.

"Yeah, I hope you had a nice time fucking my best friend but I kinda need you" He said as he painfully grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the door.

"Ow- fuck- Stiles!!" I screamed loudly, I was still only in my fucking boxers! "When the fuck did you- ow- get so strong?!?"I looked around, we were already about 4 blocks away. "Right, around the time you started taking it up the ass from Derek"

He roughly let go and turned to face me. His eyes slightly flashing a different color as he stepped closer.

"At least I'm not Scott McCall's rebound, you really think he'd pick you over Allison? His 'first love'?"  Stiles growled as he extended his claws.

I looked down... he's not wrong...

"Oh, I'm sorry, did I--" I looked up at him as he paused, he was now fully transformed. "--Hurt your feelings?"

He threw me across the street with a simple back hand. My back hit a light pole and I fell to the ground--- Werewolf or not, that hurt like a bitch---

I painfully stood up, beginning to change as well. I growled loudly, and the last thing I remember was being painfully stabbed and thrown back, but not by Stiles. By a face that looked familiar, I'd seen it before... In a mirror...