How hard could it be? • LM / SS

Chapter 10

                "I bet you think about me."

Max tapped his fingers against the floor, his chin resting in his hand. He was staring at the oven, waiting for the alarm on his phone to go off and then he could finally have dinner. God, this was excruciatingly boring, but would hopefully be worth it. After the coldness of the day, all he wanted was something warm to eat.

"What are you cooking?" Jade asked, sniffing the air as she stomped down the stairs and into the kitchen. Melissa had left for work and wouldn't be home until the early hours of the morning, the perks of night shifts to earn extra cash. That meant that Scott and the twins were left home alone for a while, making their own dinner, which wasn't a big deal.

If there was one thing Max was good at, it was cooking. Ever since he was a child, he wanted to be the next Gordon Ramsey. If you put him in the kitchen with some supplies, that was him sorted for the next three hours.

"Fajitas," he hummed, practically drooling at the mouth as he pulled the hot tray out of the oven, nearly dropping it in the process. He was honestly the most clumsy person she had ever met. "Will you call Scott?"

"Yup," she sighed, dragging herself back up the stairs. She had resisted the urge to snap about how she had been upstairs five seconds ago, but decided against it. It would just cause arguments that weren't necessary and there was too many of them recently.

She rapped her knuckles against Scott's door, letting herself in when he answered shortly. He was fully clothed and sprawled on his bed covers, looking exhausted from school and lacrosse practice. After finding out about what the twins were, the ride home had been filled with endless questions that they had tried to answer.

"Dinner's ready," she leaned against the door frame, waiting for an answer from the seemingly dead inside teenager.

His laptop buzzed from across the room, vibrating against the desk as he was forced to trek over to it. "Stiles is ringing me," he sighed, flopping into the chair and waving a dismissive hand at his cousin. "I'll be down when he's done."

She closed the door behind her, hearing Stiles' and Scott's muffled voice drift down the corridor after her. She had no clue why he was ringing, considering they had left each other's sides literally an hour ago. But hey, it didn't negatively effect her, so she wasn't bothered.

"What do you want to watch?" Max covered his mouth with a hand, already after digging into his food as he scrolled through Netflix on his laptop. He physically couldn't wait for the other two to make an appearance, already after feeling his body kick into starvation mode.

"Don't care, to be honest. I just want to eat this, I'm starving," she mumbled, grabbing her plate from the microwave and throwing herself into a chair nearest the door.

Max clicked on the continue watching section, pressing play on 'The Vampire Diaries.' He had barely picked up his fork again when he fell off his chair at the pain in his chest, a bang sounding from upstairs.

"What the fuck was that?" Jade hissed, hauling him off the floor before storming upstairs for the second time in the span of ten minutes. The pair called out Scott's name a few times, barging into his room without even bothering to knock when he didn't answer. For all they knew, he could have passed out and that was what the noise was.

"If you even try to play in that game on Saturday, I'll kill you myself," Derek Hale snarled, his signature leather jacket crumpling at the bottom. He had Scott pushed up against the wall, his elbow pressing harshly into his neck.

Jade flicked her wrist out in front of her, sending Derek flying into the opposite wall. "Have you got seriously got something wrong with you? I don't know, maybe a god complex that makes you think you can go around doing whatever the fuck you want, when that's clearly not what's gonna happen. Get the hell out of my house and don't even think about coming back or I'll mix up some wolfsbane especially for annoying, arrogant werewolves who have no fashion sense whatsoever."