Blue eyes [Teen wolf/Derek Hale]

Ch64 - Oops

Just a quick question related to what time I should upload:

Where are you from? As in country or state?

I sat by myself for the next few hours. Stiles and Derek frequently checked up on me. Even Isaac and Scott did some times. But I kept sending them away. I wanted to be by myself.

Oliver was way less quiet. He had these little waves of anger that came randomly. They'd managed to tie him to the place I was held last time. That was two hours ago and so far, the chains held him.

Without warning Oliver began to try to escape again. He made a lot of noise while you could easily see that he wouldn't get out.

I groaned annoyed. I wished he stopped. I quickly took a deep breath and tried to distract myself. What I'd noticed from last time: annoyance was a risk. Last time I turned because other people kept ticking me off. So I'd been fighting the annoyance all day long. It was getting harder during the day but it was still manageable.

"Let me out!" Oliver growled.

"Yeah, like that's gonna help." I huffed annoyed.

No! Focus! Distract yourself!

I looked at my shirt which was still ripped. I groaned again as I thought of the money I would have to spend because people keep ripping my clothes. I felt a low growl escape my throat. I quickly swallowed and looked around for anything else.

My eyes fell on Derek. He'd been the only one to hear my growl and he was looking worried. I nodded slightly to let him know that I was fine. A slight smile tugged at the corner of his lips but he quickly removed it as he refocused on the conversation of the others.

Yes. Derek is a good thing to think about.

Wait isn't it also kinda awkward to focus on a person? What if they somehow read my expression and know that I think of Derek? Yeah that'd be way too awkward. On the other hand, so far no one has been able to read my expressions. Still. It's too risky.

I thought about anything but Derek.

Which obviously brought my mind back to Derek. 

What would his childhood have been like? He's quiet enough for me to picture him as a loner but something about the way he talks to people tells me that he wasn't.

I saw both Stiles and Derek looking over to me. Suddenly I noticed that I'd been staring at Derek for at least a minute. I quickly looked away and buried my head in my arms. 

God, why am I so awkward?

I knew I shouldn't have thought about a person! It was the perfect recipe for failure!

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It was about an hour before midnight. I really couldn't hold back. Everything in the room was annoying me. It got to the point that even my own breathing, heartbeat and thoughts annoyed me. I felt a low growl escape my mouth. I knew that my canines were already out but I was actively ignoring that fact.

I heard someone getting closer to check up on me. I tried to focus on my breathing or anything to distract me. The person that came to check on me said something but I was too preoccupied by not killing him to focus on what.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, slightly pushing me up so that they could see my face. It was enough for me to explode. 

I. Don't. Like. To. Be. Touched.

Within seconds I jumped on Stiles, who was the one that came to check up on me. He fell back and his head hit the concrete. I growled and got my claws out.

Before anyone could get to me, I slashed Stiles.