DARK

Chapter 8: Teacher

Derek POV

It was Stiles. The huge beautiful fox. Stiles. The powerful deadly beast.

"Derek. You're okay." Stiles sighed happily.

Stiles walks closer and closer to me like he was about to hug me. But then he stops when he is two steps away.

"Why wouldn't I be?" I chuckle out seeing how everyone else just had cuts and bruises. They were going to be okay though.

"Well I heard the heart beats and yours was missing so I thought I killed you." Stiles cried out.

"I'm fine Stiles. You all go get cleaned up. Here Stiles." Everyone walks out as I hand Stiles my leather jacket.

"Why are you giving me this?" Stiles asks once we're alone.

I glance down at his body. His naked body. He follows my gaze down and immediately covers with my jacket.

"It's okay Stiles." I laugh.

"Um this whole time I was naked and no one told me! That shows how much of perverts you guys are." He looks around.

"What Stiles?" I question.

"Can I borrow some real cloths, like maybe pants and possibly a shirt?" Stiles asks, I chuckle softly.

"I only have my clothes. Which would be too big on you." Stiles gives me the 'I don't give a fuck' look so I lead him back into my room.

I open my dresser and pull out a black t-shirt and some tan skinny jeans.

Stiles takes them and then gives me a strange look. "What?"

"Aren't you gonna turn around and give me some privacy?" He says coldly.

"Ha like you weren't just naked in front of everyone." I laugh.

But I still turn around. Too bad for him because there was a mirror right in my view that showed him.

Wait. Did I want to see Stiles naked? What was going on? Was I getting turned on by this? Shit. Shit. SHIT!!!!

I had a boner. I don't know why I was getting turned on. I hated Stiles. He was annoying and a smart ass.

Did I like him. Do I like him. As he got dressed in my clothes I couldn't help but look.

Stiles definitely wasn't as skinny and fragile as we all thought. He had a strong firm body. Actual abs.

When he got all my clothes on I turned around. He looked good. My look sorta suited him.

Stiles saw that I was checking him out and said, "does it look fine?"

I nod slowly tearing my eyes off his body. "Ya it looks good."

"Is that why you're staring." Stiles laughs, "Oh my god, you're blushing."

"What no I'm not." I was. I try to look away but that just makes Stiles laugh more.

"Shut up, Stiles, out I'll rip your throat out," Stiles cut me off.

"Let me guess, with your teeth." He laughs again.

I growl at him but that didn't stop him. I step closer. Closer. So close. There is inches between us.

"Derek." He whispers my name.

"What?" I whisper back in reply.

"Can you teach me." He looks down at my lips then back at my eyes.

"Teach you what?" I ask.

"Control."