chapter thirty
"xxl condoms"

     "CONDOMS? WHERE THE HELL ARE the condoms?"

      Lynn furiously popped her jaw off to the side as she scrambled through a exceptionally messy and dirty bathroom drawer. Slamming it shut, she ran a muffled hair through her long brunette locks of hair.

Currently, the handsome boy she had talked up was in the other room completely naked while awaiting her. As they were about to, well, you know, the boy suddenly claimed he had no condoms in the room and they were in the bathroom next door. Knowing he wasn't going to get dressed and get them himself, Lynn offered even though her feminist side said to just him leave with blue balls.

She was interrupted from letting out another string of annoyed swear words as the bathroom door handle jiggled harshly but since Lynn had already locked it — the person wasn't getting in. Assuming it was just some drunk idiot trying to find their way to the closest bathroom, she didn't say anything and instead swung open the medicinal cabinet mirror hanging on the wall.

The person dramatically slammed the side of their fist on the door, and Lynn rolled her eyes annoyingly as she quickly unlocked the doorknob and peeled the door open in the slightest.

"What the hell do you not understand about—" Lynn stopped her angry rant as she recognized the boy who practically fell while leaning onto the door — like he didn't expect it to actually open so fast. "Stiles?"

"Evelynn?" Stiles questioned, just as confused as she, and then Lynn sent a warning glance in the teenagers direction. "What are you doing in this bathroom?"

"Uh, Brendon needed me to grab something," Lynn explained, awkwardly clearing her throat while lowering her crop top to cover more of her stomach now. "What are you doing in this bathroom? Aren't you supposed to be with the girl downstairs?"

"Whoa, how do you know Brendon?"

"I just met the kid," Lynn shrugged softly, and then she was getting quite impatient of all these pointless questions. "How do you know Brendon?"

Stiles pushed open the painted white bathroom door with his palm quite easily due to the fact that Lynn was distracted, and then he quickly latched the doorknob locked behind him

"Because he's Heather's brother," Stiles replied, and then he groaned annoyingly while switching down to the many drawers, neverminding the confused Lynn.

"And who's Heather?"

"Heather's the pretty girl who actually wants to have sex with me!" Stiles exclaimed dramatically and Lynn pursed her pink lips out with raised eyebrows, almost teasingly wiggling them in his direction.

"Oh," Lynn bobbed her head up and down, but that understanding expression shifted in a bit of disgust as she realized just what that meant. "Oh my God! Stiles, are we actually fucking the siblings at the same time?"

"Not at the same time, apparently."

Lynn furrowed her thin eyebrows as she peered over Stiles shoulder, and her eyes fell on a single blue colored condom laying in the boys palm. Lynn switched between the object and then Stiles, and then she darted forward in a slick attempt at stealing the condom, but Stiles was quicker.

"No, no, no, I was looking first," Lynn pointed out, shoving Stiles' shoulder in frustration as she cringed up her nose in the boys direction. "I get dibs."

"You do not get dibs," Stiles shouted while pushing the girl away by her shoulders, raising the condom so high in the air that Lynn would've had to jump into the air to get it. "Evelynn Kennedy, this may be my only chance in my entire life to have sex with a pretty girl!"

Caving, Lynn huffed out an annoyed puff of breath while folding her arms over her chest, "Fine."

"I love you, I love you, I love you!" Stiles excitedly exclaimed while pulling Lynn into a quick hug and then releasing while struggling to unlock the door again, once he finally managed to do such, he took off back down the small hallway and down the set of stairs.

"I can't wait to see his reaction when he realizes a XXL won't fit."

———

      An exhausted and groggy Evelynn Kennedy shifted around in her sleep as she mumbled out an unrecognizable word or two — she slipped her arm under her pillow while resting the other on her hip.

      She was currently wearing a pair of black shorts that flaunted her curves with a maroon colored tank top that was high cut to expose her toner stomach. It was always her favorite things to wear to bed instead of pajamas, since she somehow always found a way to get overheated during the night.

       Lynn sniffled a bit as she peeled her eyes open for merely a second, realizing that her bedroom door had now been swung wide when she previously swore she had closed it on her way to bed. Not thinking much of it, she continued to lay her brunette head back on her pillow and go back to her nice slumber.

      But the girl jerked awake when she heard a floorboard creaking under someone's weight from the hallway — she launched forward and placed her palms behind her for support. Not that she was wide awake, Lynn tried her best to take control of her breathing as she peaked her head into the entire darkness that swallowed up the hallway.

"Mom?" Lynn questioned aimlessly, and she swallowed some spit swelling in the back of her throat as she swung her legs off of the bed to touch her cold, hard wooden floors.

Lynn carefully and slowly tiptoed over to her now wide open door, and extended her claws and as she was preparing for someone to just—

She was suddenly interrupted from her thoughts as a tall persons body appeared from the darkness and lurched at Lynn. She mumbled out a yelp as her feet were knocked out from under her body weight, making her fall to the ground in a pile of weak limbs.

Instantly, the attacker laid their heavy body onto Lynn's waist so she wouldn't be able to get up — and they would have the advantage since they were clearly more muscled than her.

As Lynn raised her claws to no doubt inflict serious damage to the person, they wrapped a strong palm around both of her wrists and pinned them where they were being pressed into the hard wooden flooring above her head.

Noticing her defeat, she let a mighty growl out as she flashed her teeth and bright blue eyes to hopefully scare the person — but they instantly faded as she met eye contact with her offender.

And his incredibly beautiful emerald green eyes.

"Derek?" Lynn breathed out in relief, dropping the back of her head back onto the ground as she tried to process the fact she wasn't actually being murdered. "I think I just had a minor heart attack."

      Derek, who looked quite amused to be honest, had a little smug smirk written on those perfectly shaped lips as he rose his body so he would no longer be pinning the girl against the ground.

      "You'd be dead."

     Still breathless, Lynn raised herself up from laying on the cold wood by her palms, however she stayed on her butt for a moment to catch her breath, "What?"

      "If I was someone actually trying to kill you, you would've been dead," Derek repeated, and Lynn let out a little puff of annoyed air as she finally pulled herself up from the ground.

      Derek's eyes fluttered to the outfit Lynn was currently wearing, moreso the fact that she wasn't really wearing much. Lynn seemed to notice his astray eyes, glancing down to her exposed skin, and her cheeks warmed up in the slightest.

      Just as Derek peeled open his mouth to surely say something to milk the fact he easily got Lynn down without much of a fight, she darted forward to wrap a single hand over his lips. Lynn shifted her body so she pushed Derek against the wall, and still with her left hand still covering Derek from speaking, the right one raised its index finger in a hushing motion.

      "EVELYNN! Evelynn, did I hear something?"

      It was Katherine.

      Derek seemed to catch onto the reason as to why Lynn had suddenly shushed him, and when she tugged away her hand away carefully to make sure he wouldn't make any noise, she rushed over to her door just as her mother swung it open.

      "Mom!" Lynn raised her arms out of surprise, glancing up at her half-asleep mother, who currently had a wooden bat raised in her arms. Lynn scoffed in disbelief, raising to point at the object. "Mom, you're a werewolf, why would you need a bat?"

      "You never know," responded Katherine, and then she noticed how Lynn seemed to be standing directly in the doorway. "I thought I heard someone, are you alright?"

      "I'm fine," Lynn shook off, trying her best to control her heart rate just in case her mother decided to tune in. "I'm just getting ready, uh, I'm meeting a friend."

      "A friend, huh?" Katherine questioned, and Lynn sent her mother a warning glare. "What friend?"

      "Oh, um, I haven't really mentioned him," Lynn shrugged with a quite pathetic smile written on her lips as she pressed her spine into her doorframe, hopefully keeping the attention off Derek in her room. "It's Derek, he's—"

      "—He's the Alpha, right? The one you thought was really handsome and had these mesmerizing green eyes—"

      "—No, no uh, no," awkwardly laughed Lynn as she scratched the back of her her neck sheepishly. "Definitely did not say those things."

      Although neither of the two women saw, Derek was currently huddled in the dark corner of Lynn's room that would be completely out of sight from Katherine. He was still listening in, though, and boy was he amused.

      "No, I do think you—"

      "—Wow, look at the time, uh, I promised I'd meet up with him at six, so I gotta get dressed, y'know," Lynn interrupted, flashing her mother a tight smile as she prepared for the sure teasing that was going to come from Derek the mere second the woman walked away. "Love ya!"

      Lynn then proceeded to shut her bedroom door as her mother seemed to be satisfied with her response, and she let out a little tiny, happy sigh knowing Katherine wasn't going to get the wrong idea of Derek by finding him hidden away in her room.

      "So, really handsome and mesmerizing green eyes, huh?"

      "You, shut up," Lynn darted her index finger towards Derek accusingly, but even through the somewhat darkness, she could still see the way the corners of his lips had tugged into a smirk, or perhaps it was even a smile. "When I asked you to help me learn how to fight, I was not asking you to sneak into my room in the middle of the night and scare the living shit out of me and almost get me killed by my mom."

      "I thought it would be a fun exercise," Derek countered, and Lynn popped her jaw off to the side angrily. She avoided Derek's gaze as she headed over to her closet, figuring now that she was already wide awake with no hopes of going back to sleep, she may as well get ready for the day. "What are you doing?"

      "Getting dressed, since someone woke me up," Lynn retorted.

      "And since when would you work out in jeans?" Derek questioned, shifting from his quiet spot from the corner over towards Lynn picking out the clothing, and she glanced over her shoulder with confusion, and then shook her head quite a few times.

      "No, nope, Derek it's five in the morning," Lynn pointed out, fingering over to her alarm clock sitting on her nightstand. "I am not working out."

a/n: stop i love them🤚i'm not sure how long this book is gonna be but the goal is the end of this season (obv) and i'd love to write the 3b season, but i'm not sure if i'll have motivation LOL