𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐘|𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐢

𝟏𝟎.|𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓

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10.|I Don't Want To Forget

"𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄. 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐌!"

The younger demigod groaned out of frustration. He was being taught how to use his sword for four hours now, nonstop, no breaks. He was sweating profusely, beads dripping from his hair down his forehead and face. He had never been worked like this in his life, and it seemed Stiles was beginning to understand that.
Stiles sighed, "Okay, that's enough for today. Go ahead and head up for a shower. We'll resume Monday after school." Percy's eyes widened, face contorting like a fish out of water. "School?! I still have to go to that?"

Derek chose that time to walk in with a short laugh escaping him, "Well duh, I'd rather not go to jail for keeping you here."

Percy's shoulders slumped before he turned to walk up the stairs to the extra room he was given to stay in by the alpha. Stiles turned back to his sword, feeling its power deep inside him waiting to come out.

"So... Are you going to sleep in my bed again or-" the demigod immediately turned to the alpha, a stone cold look on his face.

"Where else would I sleep, Derek." The alpha shrugged, turning away from the demigod to walk toward the front door.
"Where are you going?" The alpha stopped for a split second at the door, giving his response, "Out."

Stiles watched as the man he wanted to kiss left the loft. With a heavy sigh the demigod ascended up the stairs to the alpha's bedroom for a shower, realizing shortly he had no clothes of his own. He rummaged through Derek's drawers until he found the smallest shirt and pair of joggers he could find to wear. After a long heated shower he was dressed and sitting on the bed the two never made from being woken up so suddenly.
He took a seat on the bed with his hands holding his head over his lap, his thoughts swarming around. His head began to hurt while sitting there, not noticing the small flames of blue working their way up his arms. It wasn't until the fire alarm went off that he saw the smoke surrounding him. He stood up quickly, now in a panic because he wasn't sure how to turn off the fire alarm.

Percy came running through the bedroom door, pushing the door open widely as he looked at his cousin. "What's going on?! Is that the fire alarm?!"
Stiles held a hand up at his cousin, "It's just me." His cousin looked him over, now realizing the smoke was coming from his skin. He gasped in awe while looking at him, and then a harsher gasp as Stiles used his sword to slice the fire alarm in half.

"Well, that's one way to turn it off."

Percy face palmed, the door of the loft slamming open and a stressed looking alpha running up the stairs to his room where he found both Percy and Stiles standing calmly.

"I got a call from the security people. They said there was a fire!"

"Well, that was quick." The alpha stopped to look over the two, noticing Stiles standing under a cloud of smoke. Percy took this as his cue to leave, pushing the alpha inside the room slightly and closing the door behind him.