I was really, really done with everything. My patience for everything had reached its maximum height and these stupid werewolf emotions were ruining me right now. It didn't help that the full moon was, like, in two hours. UGH!

"Are you okay?" Derek asked me.

"I'm fabulous,  I snapped, growling. I felt my eyes glow and he backed up immediately, hands in the air.

"Woah! Geez..."

I instantly dropped my anger. I covered my face. "I'm sorry," I whispered. I looked at him. "Do me a favor?" I asked him, smirking.

"What's up?" He asked.

I turned, pulling him to me. I kissed him and he immediately kissed back. But then he leaned back. "What are you doing?" He asked.

"I'm done hiding my feelings. I like you. What do you think?" I asked him, staring him down. I was eighteen. He didn't have to worry. "I'm eighteen," I voiced, smirking.

He seemed to pause a second but then he gently kissed me. Immediately I could feel the Sparks. As if he used that as his cue, he leaned in more, pulling me up onto a table top. My hands move to the back of his neck, twining softly into the hair there and he gripped my hips.

I moved my hands down, slipping my hands under his shirt and moving them up, he smiled into the kiss, raising his hands as I pulled the shirt over his head. He immediately started kissing me again, moving his hands to do what I'd done for him. His fingers began slowly moving under my jeans, brushing the skin. I shivered.

Someone came in. "WOAH!"

Derek jumped away from me, startled, and turned around. Everyone was there. Isaac, Stiles, Lydia, Allison, Aiden, Ethan, Kira...

"Hi,  I said, waving.

There was a pause. Then, "GET SOME!" Stiles shouted. Derek glared at him. He tossed me my shirt and I tossed him his. We put them back on and he turned to me, helping me down.

"Continue later?" I asked, worried he would regret it.

He smirked. "You doubted?" Then he went to take care of business. Geez he was hot.

And not a bad kisser, might I add...