My Love for Derek Hale *Discontinued*

More Bad Than Good

I'm in a glass box again, except the walls start closing in. I start having an asthma attack, banging on the glass. A message is written on the glass in black ink. 'Derek Hale Can't Escape Death'. Under it, it says, 'And neither can you and Stiles'. I jolt awake. I'm in my bed, my mom standing over me, with my asthma pump in her hand. "Sweetie, are you okay? You looked like you couldn't breathe."

"I'm fine."

"Well, Scott is downstairs getting breakfast. You have twenty minutes to get ready. Chop, chop."

I take a quick shower and throw on all black. I leave my hair out, grab my keys and book bag. I run to the garage, in time to drive next to Scott. In class, Stiles uses his Samsung Galaxy Note 10.1 to show me an Allison the location of Malia's den. "I think you're right about her not going back to the den. Coyotes don't like wolves and they're really smart. If they don't want to be heard, they walk on their toes," Allison explains.

"Coyotes tiptoe?" Stiles asks.

Allison rolls her eyes. "They tiptoe."

The school bell rings and Kira, brimming with nervous energy, awkwardly approaches me and Scott. "Hi! I'm Kira. You already knew that. I don't know why I just told you that again. Anyways, I have something for you two."

"For us?" Scott says.

She starts to go through her bag. "Yeah, about the Bardos. My explanation was all over the place. So, I did some research and I printed it out."

"Kira, you didn't have to do that," I say, moving hair from my face.

"Oh, no. It only took me a couple hours. I printed two separate ones for the both of you."

"Wow, then you really didn't have to do that," Scott says.

"Kira!" her father calls, approaching us. "You forgot the research you did for the boy you like and his sister."

My mouth falls open. Kira is mortified. Scott looks happy and a little excited. Kira's father starts class. We're apparently learning about the internment camps the government forced Asian-Americans into during World War II.

He calls on Stiles to read in front of the class. I finish up my sketch of Derek when I notice Stiles begins to panic. Scott and I rush him from the room. In the restroom, Stiles is gasping. He says he thinks he is in a dream. Scott assures him he is not and gets him to count his fingers and this calms Stiles considerably. "Stiles, you're gonna be okay," I tell him.

"Am I? Are you two? Scarlett is having night terrors about Derek, you two can't transform, Allison is being haunted by her dead aunt. And Scarlett and I are straight up losing our minds."

Scott looks at me but I avoid his eyes. I go out in the hall and text Derek again. I look up from my phone and I'm at the loft. I walk down the stairs and stand by the big window. I turn to a tall man covered in old medical tape. He's wearing a leather jacket and jeans. I pin myself against the window. "Oh, dear, Scarlett. Like a lost puppy without her love."

He has fangs but they are soaked in some dark liquid that makes him talk weird. He starts limping closer. "You can't save everyone. You can't save everyone from danger. Especially when you're the danger."

He's close enough to use his hand to tuck my hair behind my ear. "You and Stiles are the danger you claim to protect everyone from. Derek won't hesitate to kill you when he sees the evil that lives within you."

It slowly moves down to my heart. I close my eyes tight. But when I open them, Derek is in front of me. He's in his wolf form and his claws are right above my chest. He pulls back his hand and swings it toward me, I scream. I don't open my eyes until I feel strong arms wrap around my waist.