Falling For Derek Hale -Teen Wolf story-

Chapter 56, Ice pick, part 4

Ice pick, part 4

''Hey Emily.'' Small Peter said. Yeah, I'll call him like that.

''Shut up!'' I said and tried to open my locker.

I looked at him as he spoke (in a creepy voice. Well, he always have that creepy voice.) ''You see, right now I look young. But that was me when I was younger.'' He continued. I started to walk backwards and he was walking forwards until my back hit a locker. Peter is standing right in front of me and too closer for my liking. I closed my eyes. If it's a dream, I need to wake up!!!! Wake me up!!! Wake me up!! Hey, wake me up it's actually a song. Shut up Em! Focus on what's going on.

''But this is the real me.'' He continued. I opened my eyes and saw Peter. The same Peter I know.

''Yeah, I know. I figured it out yesterday.'' I whispered.

He touched my cheek and I feel a tears falling down on my cheeks. I closed my eyes again. I opened them again but he wasn't here. It was the students that were looking at me. I touched my cheeks and they are wet because I cried. And no one in this school saw me crying before. The only time they saw me crying was when my dad and mom divorced.

The bell rang indicating we can left the school but I ran into Mr. Harris' class. I freaking hate Peter Hale.

I opened the door and saw two other students in detention. Poor kids. I took a seat and waited. I need to wait for one hour. I hate detention and I hate Peter. Because of him, a lot of people saw me crying.

After thirty minutes of waiting, I sighed.

''Mr. Harris?'' I asked.

''What!'' He snapped, without removing his eyes from his paper work. Whoa, calm down dude.

''Don't you have a life? I mean, you're always giving detentions.'' And I'm still thinking he love watching High School Musical.

He ignored me and I sighed again.

I looked at the clock 3:45.

My phone started to vibrate in my pocket but Mr. Harris didn't heard it. I grabbed my phone and I have a new message from Stiles.

From: Stiles

To: Emily

I hate that bitch. I hate Erica she threw me in the garbage and now my Jeep is broken. So, I need to go at the mechanic's garage.

And I wasn't here to see that? Ugh!

I texted him back.

From: Emily

To: Stiles

After the detention, I'll come with you because I have nothing else to do.

''Ms. McCall.'' I jumped. I quietly put my phone in my pocket.

''Yes?'' I asked.

''Do you want to stay here more longer?'' Mr. Harris asked. I shook my head. ''Then don't use your phone.'' I nodded.

I think Mr. Harris love me. Ew, that's gross. But I mean, he's always giving me a detention and I'm sure his life is boring. Anyway, I hate him. I have no idea why he's a teacher. And I don't know anyone who love him. I grabbed a paper from my bag and started to do a list of the people who hate Mr. Harris. Don't judge me. I'm really bored.

People who hates Mr. Harris

-Stiles

-Scott