The Omen

ꕥ Chapter Twenty-Three ꕥ

I sat in my bed angrily glaring at my notebook. I had written down Isaac and Ericas names under Dereks name. He was making a pack, but only two betas didn't seem like enough. I groan and swipe it onto the floor. The simple idea or Erica was upsetting me at the moment. She had come back to school wearing a low top shirt and flashing her new found confidence in everyones faces. Most of the guys couldn't keep their eyes off of her, including Stiles. 

I tap my hand on my desk and sigh, picking up the now crumpled notebook. I tucked it away in my bag, I was done thinking about Derek and his stupid betas for the night. Stiles told me he had some group date planned for Scott, Allison, him and I. He also said Allison had invited Lydia which I knew would be good for her. 

Ever since she got bitten and she didn't change we had all be waking on ice around her. We knew something had happened since she disappeared into the woods with me, but we weren't sure. I begged them to let me tell her everything. I wanted her to know about us in order to keep her safe. 

They said that if she wasn't changed by now it was possible she was immune. What she didn't know wouldn't hurt her, right? 

I turned towards my closet and tried to find an outfit to wear for tonight. Stiles hadn't told me anything other than the fact that I was supposed to bring a jacket. I picked out a pair of leggings and a blue tank top, one that I hadn't worn in awhile. I threw the clothes on and sat down on my bed.

I rolled onto my back and checked the time. Stiles said he was picking Lydia and me up at 7.00 and it was only 6.30, meaning I had sometime to kill. I also knew most of that time would be taken up by me trying to find a jacket. 

"Lydia!" I called, wanting her opinion on a jacket. She would be able to pick on out much faster than I could. 

My sister practically appears in the doorway, an excited gleam in her eyes. "Yes?" 

"I need help picking out a jacket, one that goes with this outfit." 

Lydia nods and goes into my closet, almost immediately picking out a black jacket. She hands it to me with a triumphant smile, "Here you go!" She grins. 

I thank her and she disappears to go find her own outfit. I lay down on my bed again and this time I text Stiles asking if he wants to come over early because I was bored. He responded almost immediate by saying he was on his way and I grinned. 

I left my phone on my bed and went into the bathroom to redo some of the curls in my hair. I heard a knock downstairs and my mom opening the door. Stiles franticly tries to explain to her that he was here to see me and I can practically hear the eye roll in her voice when she tells him I'm in my room. 

If a few seconds he's standing in my doorway with a dopey smile on his face and a vase full of flowers. 

"What are these?" I ask as he hands them to me. It was overflowing with all sorts or pink flowers. The ones that stood the tallest were orchids. 

"Since this is our first official date I figured I had to get you flowers." 

I shove my nose in them and inhale deeply, "I love them, thank you!" I call, placing them on my desk, "I don't know how to repay you." 

Stiles shrugs, "I mean you could kiss me?" 

I hum and walk closer to her, swaying my hips more dramatically. I watch his eyes drop to watch me walk towards him and I smirk, "I guess I could do that, but we don't want to be late." 

"We-we can spare a few minutes." He stutters, his hands automatically going to rest on my hips when I get close enough. 

"I suppose." I smile and Stiles closes the gap between us. He pulls me closer and moves his lips in sync with mine. His hand runs up my back and onto my skin under the hem of my crop top. His tongue runs across my lower lip and I gladly part my lips.