VI. Drunk On Him

Scott and I were in the backyard of a dimly lit house, we felt awkward around the high and drunk teenagers.  "So what do you drink?" He asked me and I couldn't exactly say no my werewolf body doesn't allow me to get drunk.  That would end this date pretty damn quick.

"Um... I don't know," I said and he nodded with his puppy grin.

"Me either, actually.  Maybe we should try beer?  Wait here, I'll hit the keg," he says and I give a small smile.

"Sounds perfect," I say and he smiles and goes to the keg while I look around awkwardly, this really wasn't my scene.  

I see Scott looking somewhere while clutching the drinks and follow the gaze to see a man who I could smell was a werewolf and it was confirmed with his eyes flashed yellow.

Scott gets back to me, handing me my drink and throwing nervous glances to where he saw the man.  He takes gulp of the beer and coughs, almost spitting it out.  "That taste terrible," He said and I smile at him gently.  "Now I see what they mean about an acquired taste."

"I've never actually been drunk.  Parties were never really my scene, I would only come if my sister was going and we would sit in the corner with diet cokes," I told him and he smiled at me.

"Stiles and I got drunk on Tequila one night. The next morning I felt like I had a flamethrower pointed at my forehead," he said and I chuckled.

"Okay since both of us have no skills involving achohol, how are you at dancing?" I ask him and he smiles.

"Much better. Infinitely better," He said and I feel myself relax a bit.

"Well from what I saw with the beer that isn't saying much," I tease, grabbing his hand and pulling onto the dance floor. 

We move together and I saw him relax and actually let loose and I smile doing the same.  With the other teens pushing us closer together, I feel his hands go to the middle of my back.  He locks his hands together and I return the favor.  Our bodies were pressed together and my cheek brushed against his.

Our heads turn and we look at each other and I have the urge to feel him.  His heartbeat skyrockets and I smell his anxiety and his hands clutch to the fabric of my shirt.  His upper lips pull back and I see his sharpened incisor.  He swallows and his breathe tightens, sweat beading at his temples.  

I see he's losing control and do the only thing I can think of, I connect our lips gently and I hear his heartbeat go down and I move my hands to his neck.  His arms get tighter around me and I smile against his lips before pulling away.

"Better?" I asked him and his eyebrows furrowed, confusion on his face.  "It looked like you were freaking out," i explained and he nodded before giving me a grin.

"I don't know, might need some more help," He said and I laughed laughed lightly before leaning forward again and connecting our lips.  I knew this was dumb but at the moment I couldn't care that I just gave away my first and second kiss on a first date.  Something about Scott got me as close to drunk as I can get.

I know I could only help for so long with a newly turned wolf so I pull away once again and smile at him.  "Hey this isn't really my scene and I don't want you to get nervous again, want to go to the woods or something?  I like to be in nature at night, clear my head," I lied, really wanting to get him somewhere safe.  He nodded and I smiled unwinding my arms from around his neck as he took his from my back.  I grabbed his hand and pulled him and to my car.

We get in the car and he starts to groan as if he's in pain and he says, "Actually can you take me home?  I don't feel so good."  I nod, knowing why and quickly drive to his house.  I help him inside and to his bed while he groaned.  I give him one last smile before leaving.  On my way to the car the man from before walked up to me.

"Hey you friends with Scott?" He asked me and I nodded.

"Yeah, and who are you?" I asked and he smiled at me.

"I'm Derek Hale," He said and I fought to keep my heartbeat steady, knowing the name.

"David Argent," I tell him, before sighing.  "Why are you here?"

His eyes swept over me, "What do you mean?"

"Scott's turning and now you're at his house," I say and his eyes widen as me knowing.  "Don't pretend, you know who my family is, you know my name."  He nods slowly and I could smell anger coming off him and my eyebrows furrow.

"Are you gonna kill Scott?" He asked me and I furrowed my eyebrows shocked, I shook my head quickly.

"Woah, what the hell no!  Why the hell would I do that!" I exclaimed a bit angry, not liking him at all.  He looked a bit taken back at my answer and how forcefully I said it.

"You're a hunter, you hunt werewolves and you obviously know he's one," he said angrily and I stepped up to him, shoving him back and letting my eyes flash dull yellow.

"I hunt those who hunt others and Scott isn't hunting anyone," I said letting my eyes go back to normal as I take  deep breathe in, still glaring at Derek.

"You're a wolf," he said in shock and I glared.  "Look I'm here to help Scott, he doesn't know what's going on."  My eyes soften at his words and I sigh.

"How can I help?" I ask and he smiled.  I saw Stiles walk up and he looked confused when he was me with Derek.  I smile at Derek, a shift from the cold personality I was with Derek and he seemed shocked by my change though he his it behind a mask of indifference.  "Hey Stiles, I just dropped off Scott when me and Derek here started talking," I said with a charming smile.

"Well I'm just gonna check on Scott," He said slowly and I smile nodding and he goes inside the house and I let my smile drop and face Derek with a neutral face. 

"Give me something of yours and leave your car here so he thinks I took you and he will come searching for me, thinking I have you," He said and I nodded before going to my car and opening the back door.  I lean inside and grab my jacket and handing it to him.  

"Here, when this is over, drive my car to my house, thanks," I said throwing my keys to him and he nods and I turn and walk home.