"You're okay." I say euphoria flowing through me, thank God he's okay. He swings into my window and lands on his feet.
He stands at his full height looking at me. "Are you?"
"I'm.....fine." I mutter, in the broadest sense of the word I am. I'm cut and bruised and a bit shaken but I'm fine. Before I even know what I'm doing I wrap my arms around his torso, holding on to him. He stands there stiff at first but he wraps his one arm on my hurt shoulder and the other around my waist holding me close to him, I hitch my breath from the sudden pain. Derek let's go instantly.
"Where are you hurt?" He asks his dark cold eyes flood with concern.
"I'm not." I lie, he doesn't need to worry about me.
"Em. Where?" He asks stubbornly.
"My shoulder, it's just a scratch." I reply nonchalantly.
"Let me see." He says.
"Derek, really its--" He cuts me off.
"Em." He says again not harsh but firm.
I comply and pull off my hoodie leaving me in just my gray tank top, my bandage visible.
"Does it hurt?" His eyes soften.
"No." I lie.
He gently pulls the bandage away, the wound looks angry.
"The Alpha did this?" He questions.
"Yeah." I reply looking down at the wound and then up at him. The softness in his eyes disappears and hardens. Why would it bother him so much?
"How did you get this?" Derek asks.
"He threw me around and pinned me then scratched me."
Derek looks at it closely. "It didn't go deep enough to turn you. Did you get hurt any where else?"
"No." I say while shaking my head.
"You're lying." I let out a sigh of defeat
"My neck and I have some bruising on my back." He pulls my hair away from my neck.
"Did he show you something?"
"Yeah, the fire."
"You saw it?" His eyes get wide and his eyes fill with something I can't read.
I nod slowly watching his eyes. "Yeah. I saw all of it." I say carefully the fire is touchy subject.
He just nods. "Let me put a bandage on that." I nod.
He walks into my bathroom and grabbed the bandages that were on my sink. he comes back and sits in front of me while I sit on my bed and he sits on my chair.
He lightly puts a bandage on my neck. My eyes watch him, we're very close to each other. Usually I hate people touching me, but I don't mind him being close to me or touching me.
"Are you still hurt?" I question.
"No it healed." He replies sitting across from his hands in front of him.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
I lean forward and I reach my index finger out and touch his stomach, he tries to stifle a groan, but he flinches.
"I'm fine. It's just a bruise." Derek defends.
"Can I see it, to make sure you're not hurt?" He let's out a sigh but pulls up his shirt and revels the large bruise. I purse my lips, it looks like it hurts.
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The Other Argent
Fanfiction"Being the new kid is hell" Emily thought being a Argent was just about being part of a over protective family that moved a lot, but will moving to Beacon Hills change her out look on things and what will happen when she learns what being a Argent...
