Pretty Reckless ━━ Derek Hale [1] [Completed]

chapter twelve | sugar lips and harsh words

        Clara leaned against the wall, quirking an eyebrow at him, "Are you sure because you've got that look?"

        "What look?" Scott replied lowly.

        "That look like you're about to invade a small country with nothing but your tortured soul." Clara retorted back.

        Scott shrugged slightly, "I'm fine. I'm just gonna lock the door and go to bed early tonight. You two should go."

        Stiles glanced at Clara before looking back at his best friend, "Alright, we'll leave. Well, look, would you just at least look in the bag and see what I bought? You know, maybe you use it, maybe you don't. Sound good?"

        Slowly, Scott stood up and began to bent down to the ground where the duffel bag was, his darkened eyes locked onto his two friends the entire time. He reached into the bag and lifted up the metal chains Clara and Stiles were suppose to tie him up in, "You think I'm gonna let you put these on and chain me up like a dog?"

        "Actually, no." Stiles said before quickly pronouncing towards him, locking his hand to the radar with handcuffs. Once Scott lunged forward to him, Stiles stumbled back and grabbed Clara.

        "What the hell are you doing!" Scott yelled.

        "Protecting you from yourself and giving you some payback - For making out with Lydia."

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        Clara stood in the hallway, leaned against the wall with both of her arms crossed. her eyes were looking into the doorway, looking at Scott to be specific. He was still handcuffed to the radiator, glaring at the young werewolf from afar. Stiles then walked up the stairs and into the hallway.

        Once he walked into Scott's bedroom, Clara noticed the bottle of water and a sliver dog-bowl with the name Scott printed on it messily, "I brought you some water."

        He poured the water into the bowl while Scott shot him hateful daggers. Stiles dropped the bowl onto the ground and slid it towards him. Before he could fully walk out of the room, Scott threw the bowl at him, "I'm gonna kill you!"

        Clara watched as Stiles's jaw clenched and fury suddenly filled his eyes as he whipped around to face his best friend, "You kissed her, Scott, okay? You kissed Lydia. That's, like, the one girl that I ev - and, you know, the past three hours, I've been thinking, it's probably just the full moon, you know, he doesn't even know what he's doing, and tomorrow, he'll be totally back to normal. He probably won't even remember what a complete dumbass he's been. A son of a bitch, a freaking unbelievable piece of crap friend!"

        "She kissed me." Scott smirked, looking up to meet Stiles's eyes.

        All the anger and rage dropped from his face, all that was left was hopelessness, "What?" He questioned, his voice weak.

        Scott's smirk grew as he sat up slightly, "I didn't kiss her. She kissed me. She would have done a lot more, too." At this point, Stiles walked out of the room. He slid down the wall across from Clara, his hands rubbing his head as he attempted to pull himself together, "You should have seen the way she had her hands all over me. She would have done anything I wanted. Anything!"

        Clara glanced at Stiles with concern before quickly moving towards him and sliding down the wall next to him, "Are you okay?"

        "No." Stiles shook his head, letting out a strong breath of air, "Lydia's just - I've liked her since before I even knew what love was. And then Scott goes off and kisses her-"