"Oh great, you're back." I mutter with fake enthusiasum. My eyes remain on Scott who gives me a smile, and I return it with a sarcastic smirk of my own. Setting my laptop down on the table and shrugging out of my jacket I join the two boys in the living room, stealing one of their beers and taking a sip of my own.
"That's mine." Scott remarks and I roll my eyes faux fear written on my features.
"Oh no, that probably means I'm going to get herpes." I say and Scott sends me the middle finger only causing me to laugh harder. "Besides I paid for this so don't give me that shit, you should be thanking me." I remark, Scott smirks before leaning in and kissing my neck.
"Thanks Lexi, how can I make it up to you." My fist collides with his side and he jumps back, chuckling loudly.
"It's Alexa, and you can't." I practially growl at him, for the first time since I walked in I hear Stiles speak.
"Dude, when are you gonna realize she's not into you?" He questions and Scott simply shrugs.
"Well I am most certainly into her." He replies nonchalantly, the two of them talk about me like I'm not even here. And though it lasts for only a few seconds, it's long enough to annoy me.
"Okay, I'm going to go to my room. Things are getting a bit weird out here." I state before getting to my feet and sauntering off to my bedroom. As I shut my door, I instantly strip from my jeans, wanting nothing more than to get into my pajamas and watch a movie. I grab the first thing that I find on my floor, not caring where it came from if I'm honest. It's not like I have someone to impress, and besides I would rather be comfortable than wear something that someone other than myself finds attractive.
After I'm done getting changed I grab a hair tie from my nightstand, pulling my hair into a loose bun. I don't look in the mirror, knowing if I did I would probably take my hair out of its hold, seeing as I don't particularly like the way my hair looks when it's up. I climb into bed, grabbing my remote and browsing through the channels on my TV. A sigh leaves my lips when I see that there isn't anything on, so I have to settle for an episode of Reign that I've seen about four times before.
As I'm watching the episode my phone goes off, and I jump. Taking the phone off of the dresser, I look to see that there's a new message- from an unknown number.
I'm taking you out tomorrow. Oh, and don't say no because It's going to happen whether you say yes or not. -Derek.
I roll my eyes as I read the message multiple times. How did he even get my number? Sighing, I text him back deciding that there really is no way that I could say no to him. Other than the fact that I had told him several times to stay the hell away from me. A part of me thinks that my recluctance is something he enjoys. Why else would he keep coming back?
How did you get my number?
Oh babe, trust me, I have my ways.
The words left a shiver running down my spine. What the hell did that mean? To be honest, I wasn't sure I wanted to find out. I let out a puff of air and set my phone down, not knowing how exactly I was supposed to respond to that I simply chose not too. I got off of my bed and walked back out into the living room. Scott sat in the living room by himself, his phone cradled between his head and left shoulder, a frown etched on his features. I gave him a look and he brushed me off when his eyes locked on mine. I decide to let it go and make my way to the kitchen, rummaging through the cabinets for something to eat.
As I'm looking through the kitchen, I can't help but overhear the conversation that Scott has- "No Allison it's not even like that. You're overreacting.."- I can't help but roll my eyes as I hear him. Of course it's her, Allison, his girlfriend. That girl gives him nothing but trouble, and none of us are sure why Scott totally loves her. And for once I can say that I agree with Scott when he says that she's crazy. Maybe that's why he stays with her, but even still it's no way that one should live. Not even Scott.
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Cages// Teen Wolf AU
FanfictionTwo people trapped within the cages of their hearts, neither of them realizing that the other holds the key.