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

After School Activities

"Make yourself comfy!" I call over my shoulder at Derek.

"I've never actually looked around your room, it's... different." He comments, taking a seat on my desk chair. I smile at his statement, the posters around my room could definitely be considered 'different' among other things.

"What? You mean, you don't like my teenage mutant ninja posters? Or is it the Country music posters or the half naked men? Because personally, I love them all." I smirk at him before tossing my bag onto my bed, making sure it doesnt crush the paintings I got in the mail. Derek countinues to survay my room, he gets up and starts moving around the room and touching certian things. He comes across my desk and before I can stop his next move, he opens up one drawer and pulls out my notepad.

"Stop snooping, put it away." I try to sound more care free then I am at the moment, I dont want him looking at that. I start to advance toward him, trying to take his attention away from that.

"What's your favorite thing?" I ask, his head perks up at me, and he drops the notepad, not noticing my urgancy to have him think of something else. I let out a breath I didnt know I was holding, only to have myself suck in another one as he walks towards me rather slow.

'Favorite thing? Out of the whole room?" I give a small nod, not understanding what he's getting at.

"Oh that's hard to choose... but I think it would have to beee.... You." He leans down and presses his lips down to mine, and I wrap my arms around his neck, bringing him in closer to me. He lets out a small growl before slipping his hand underneath my shirt and pulling it off with expertease. I pull at his shirt, wishing it would zap off. My wish becomes true as he yanks it off faster then you could say please.

We slowly make our way to my bed, clothing scattering along the way. Before I know it we're underneath the covers and having alot more fun then I expected would happen after school. He goes for my bra but of course we're inturrupted by a knock.

"Yo, Max! Open up! Since when do you lock your door?" Stiles. Really? Now?

"Hurry up or I'll just pick the lock." He whines as I jump up from the bed, trying to think what to do.

"Max!" He yells again. He starts to jingle the door knob. I make a face at Derek, trying for him to help me out with an answser. No such luck.

"Uh... Hold on... I'm... NAKED! Ya, I'm naked Stiles just... hold on." I mumble the last part, pulling Derek off the bed and into the walk in closet I have before slamming the door and actually throwing some clothes on.

"Gosh, I could have waited." I hear Stiles say as I yank my pants on. I roll my eyes at him, even though he cant see, but really? He could have waited? Really? He was threatening to pick my lock.

I stumble my way over to the door and pull it open, revealing the interrupter.

"What?" I snap, clearly annoyed with him. I move away from the door and he walks in.

"What's got your panties in a bunch?" I roll my eyes, my panties were going to be in abunch... off my body and on the floor next to Derek's boxers!

Speaking of Derek's boxers, his are on the floor.... Out in the open for all to see.

"Stiles!" He whips his head around, the boxers behind him, thank God.

"Huh?!" Great, now he's waiting for an explanation to my out burst. I walk over to the boxers.

"Uhh... I love your... shoes? Really brings out the eyes..." He stares at me with utter confusion.

"What is up with you today? I just came to warn you."

"About..." He let's out an exasperated huff.

"Max." He whines. "You skipped detention again and Mr. Harris just about threw a fit. Your in some deep shit." I hang my head in defeat. Crappers.

"What did I even do this time?" Stiles let's out a crackle.

"Seriously Max? Even I can keep up with all the crap I pull." I smile back at him.

"What can I say? I'm a girl with priorities." I smile devilishly at him. "An-E-wayssss, is that all you wanted to say?" I ask, trying to hook the boxers between my toes and throw them underneath my bed.

"No, I wanted to say that Isaac has been looking for you-"

"Great! Off ya go now, good seein ya buddy!" I push him out of my room, despite his protests.

"Bye Stiles!" I sing as I slam the door shut.

Only a few seconds later does Derek come out of the closet with only jeans on.

"Smooth." He comments

"I like to think so." I smirk at him as he ventures off to my bed and sits down. I follow lead and he picks up one of the paintings.

"Max, where the hell are these from?!" I snap my head to him.

"What? The paintings? I don't know, they were left at my door step."

"We're you going to tell me?" Tell him what?

"Tell you what?" He holds up the graveyard painting and points to the tombstone. Etched into the cement is bold writing. LONG LIVE MAX KREAN, DEATH: JUNE 20th 2000.

What the hell?

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