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Taking Back the Words I Said
Jul. 12th, 2013 03:15 amYou might be an Alpha, but you're not mine.
It had been foolish. The words had come out sharp, almost spiteful, and the lift of his chin and the defiance in his eyes had just reinforced that point. He really shouldn't have expected Derek to let it go so easily. But, Scott gets swept away by the normal panic of four weeks until finals when Scott's been absent and I attentive, dealing with Gerard and Matt and the Kanima. He should at least get some sort of extra credit. You know, some sort of Good Samaritan thing. Fifty points for stopping someone from murdering people.
He only wished.
His mother had calmed down, accepted things which made it so easy to forget about the fact that not even three days ago he'd been in the middle of a fight that could have cost his life. Instead they were talking about his outline for his essay in English, which wasn't to say she was ignoring the whole thing. They talked about it sometimes, occasional questions, and Scott was honest with her. As honest as he could be, because he needed her to understand, to love him.
When he went upstairs to his room, it was with the objective of trying to get caught up on his homework. Derek and werewolves and Alphas and all of that were a million miles from his thoughts. So, needless to say, when Derek was brooding in the shadows by his bed, Scott was more than a little shocked. It took a moment for him to remember how words worked, and he wasn't sure if he should be worried that something was wrong, or that Derek was going to do something. He stepped in and the door swung shut behind him, his body language cautious but not defensive.
"Derek.. What are you even doing here?"
It had been foolish. The words had come out sharp, almost spiteful, and the lift of his chin and the defiance in his eyes had just reinforced that point. He really shouldn't have expected Derek to let it go so easily. But, Scott gets swept away by the normal panic of four weeks until finals when Scott's been absent and I attentive, dealing with Gerard and Matt and the Kanima. He should at least get some sort of extra credit. You know, some sort of Good Samaritan thing. Fifty points for stopping someone from murdering people.
He only wished.
His mother had calmed down, accepted things which made it so easy to forget about the fact that not even three days ago he'd been in the middle of a fight that could have cost his life. Instead they were talking about his outline for his essay in English, which wasn't to say she was ignoring the whole thing. They talked about it sometimes, occasional questions, and Scott was honest with her. As honest as he could be, because he needed her to understand, to love him.
When he went upstairs to his room, it was with the objective of trying to get caught up on his homework. Derek and werewolves and Alphas and all of that were a million miles from his thoughts. So, needless to say, when Derek was brooding in the shadows by his bed, Scott was more than a little shocked. It took a moment for him to remember how words worked, and he wasn't sure if he should be worried that something was wrong, or that Derek was going to do something. He stepped in and the door swung shut behind him, his body language cautious but not defensive.
"Derek.. What are you even doing here?"
