Chapter 15: Lunatic 

~Rae's POV~

"Oh my god, will you shut that up." Startled from the unexpected voice, I shot up in bed and looked over to see Derek messing with his pillow, trying to get comfortable as he grumbled.

Apologizing, I quickly turned off my blaring alarm before stretching and getting out of bed. Trying to be as quiet as possible so as not to disturb the still healing wolf on my floor, I walked into my closet to grab some clothes. Finding a cute black skater skirt and a lacey white blouse, I pulled them from their spots and hung them on the door. Spotting my black suede knee-high boots, I grabbed them and placed them next to the doorway before continuing into the bathroom.

As I showered, I thought of the long weekend I'd had. Derek and I had talked more about the supernatural world and some more about our lives and we'd had a nice time reading books together. I'd managed to get him to start reading The Lord of the Rings and reveled when he said it 'wasn't so bad' and continued reading.

I'd spent yesterday with my sister, making sure she was doing alright after our torturous night at the school. I also talked to her about Jackson and helped her regain some confidence from his dickhead attitude. Seriously, he was getting on my last nerve with the way he'd been treating her.

Finishing up, I dried myself off and slipped my robe on before plugging in my hair drier and going to town on my hair. Once I was done, I went into my room and checked my phone for texts. I had one from Stiles complaining about a hangover and laughed, telling him I'd get him some coffee on the way to school.

Going to the closet, I closed the doors before slipping my clothes and undergarments on. Sliding on socks, I followed them with my boots, pulling them up and over my knees to sit comfortably. Smoothing everything down until I was satisfied, I left the closet and sat at my vanity.

Plugging in my curling iron, I began doing my makeup while I waited. Using minimal coverup for the bags under my eyes, I quickly went on to do my eyeliner, lining my waterline and deciding on a wing for the day. Swiping on some mascara and red lipstick, a grin grew on my face.

Finally, I lightly curled my hair making the red more prominent in doing so. Popping in some dangly gold-colored earrings, I glanced back at the man sleeping soundly on my floor. Glad that I hadn't woken him up, a small smile appeared on my face at the look of content on his own. We'd grown a bit closer over the weekend and I no longer viewed him as the big, grumpy Derek Hale. He had a lot more layers than that. It was good to see him with his guard down, just sleeping peacefully.

Getting up, I made my way over to my bed to get my phone. Grabbing the trench coat that was hanging on the door, I slid it on and put my phone in the pocket. Throwing my bag over my shoulder, I quietly crept out the door and made my way to the kitchen. Grabbing the smoothie I'd made the night before and my keys from next to the door, I continued on my way to the car.

Thankful that Lydia had left early to watch lacrosse practice, I drove to Stella's to grab my new drink, a blended caramel blondie, and a salted caramel latte for Stiles. Zooming off to school, I made it with ten minutes to spare. Perfect for meeting the boys in the locker room.

Walking through the hallway, I turned into the locker room, ignoring the few catcalls that still followed me when I came in. Spotting the boys by their lockers, I ambled over to them.

"Coffee delivery?" I questioned, shaking Stiles' drink in my hand as I raised an eyebrow. His head snapped up to look at me in response, causing his face to scrunch up in pain. 

"Oh thank god, give me that." As he spoke, he snatched the coffee from my hand, quickly taking a long drink. Groaning, he said, "Oh god, that is so good." 

Blushing, I looked down, hoping he wouldn't catch the tint burning my cheeks. In doing so, I noticed that the boy was currently sporting absolutely no shirt. Blushing harsher at the new information, I got caught in a slight daze staring at his defined torso and arms. 

Luckily a cough pulled me out of my reverie, causing my head to shoot up. Catching Scott's amused face, the blush on my own somehow grew deeper as I nodded, indicating my thanks. 

Looking up at the person in question, I was glad to see that he was pleasantly distracted by his coffee. Seeing this caused a chuckle to fall from my lips, which in turn caused him to look at me over his coffee lid. 

"What? It's good." Taking another drink, Stiles unsurprisingly spilled some on his chin. This induced a chain reaction of him reeling back to try, and fail, to see where the spill was on his face. 

Chuckling, I stepped forward to help. "Come here, you dork." When he was close enough, I grabbed his face with my left hand and wiped up the mocha-colored liquid with my thumb. Pulling my right hand back, I stuck my thumb in my mouth, not noticing Stiles' eyes boring into the action. Looking back up, I said, "There you go, all better." Backing up and letting go of Stiles' face, I failed to see the emotions flitting noticeably over his face before he turned around to tug on a shirt. 

"Well...now that you two are done with that, can we talk to you later-" Scott was quickly cut off by Coach's booming voice. 

"Martin! What did I tell you about being in here?!" He yelled, walking closer to where we were all standing. 

"That you didn't want to see me in here?" I questioned meekly, already knowing the answer.

"Exactly! So what are you doing in here? Scratch that. I don't even want to know. Just get out of my locker room!" With a few extravagant hand waves, Coach walked away causing a laugh to bubble up out of my mouth. 

Turning back around to the boys, I noticed Stiles was still facing his locker, seeming to be looking for something inside. Looking at Scott, I told him we'd have to talk about whatever it was later and said goodbye to them both before leaving the room quietly. 

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"Alright, how are everyone's dishes coming?" At the question, I turned to look at Isaac, making sure he was doing alright with his jobs. He looked at me at the same time and we both nodded with small smiles when we noticed we were both doing alright. 

For the last few days, we'd been working on a meal of our choice for our cooking class. 

Since we both enjoyed pasta, we decided on making lasagne with a side caesar salad and garlic twists. The first day had been all about finding recipes and getting them printed out along with choosing partners. Most people had three or four people but Isaac and I usually worked together by ourselves. Yesterday was filled with finding our ingredients and portioning them out. This included making the dough for our twists so that it could raise for today. 

Now we were deep into the work of preparing our meal. I was currently stirring the sauce for our lasagne while laying out strips of noodles in a pan. Isaac was busy chopping up lettuce and other vegetables. 

Across the room, I could hear my sister yelling at incompetent teenagers failing to do their jobs. Looking up, I could see her running around trying to do everything by herself. I felt bad, but she had chosen to do this project with two of the ditzy blondes that followed her around all day. Not to mention that I knew she wouldn't pair with Isaac and we were always partners in this class. He was a surprisingly good cook and we had a good time working together. 

"Hey, do you want me to work on the garlic twists after I'm done?" Turning to look at the boy next to me, I nodded my head. 

"Yeah that would be great, you have the recipe right?" Glancing down to stir the sauce again, I brought my eyes back to Isaac. 

"Yeah, it's right here." Pointing at a section of the counter with his glove covered hand, I peered over to see that there was, in fact, a piece of paper sitting there. 

"Sweet. Yeah, get started on those when you can. I'm almost done with this sauce and I'll start on the lasagne."

"Got it, boss." A small laugh fell from my lips at his joke, noticing the smile on his face as he mock saluted. 

Turning back to the counter, I pushed the pan forward so I could cut up the cooked chicken to throw in the salad. Alternating between cutting and stirring, I was soon finished. Sliding the cutting board over to Isaac so he could use it when he was ready, I circled back around to the stove, turning it off. 

For the next few minutes, I got busy with the steps of noodles, sauce, and cheese to make a beautiful looking dish. Once completed, I stuck the pan in the oven and peeled off my gloves, throwing them in the trash. Ringing out my hands for a moment, I waited until they were drier before replacing the plastic covering them. 

"Alright, what do you need help with?" Walking over to stand next to Isaac, I looked over at him to find out what I was doing next. 

"Umm..." Looking around for a moment, he seemed to come to the conclusion of what I could do. "Can you put the salad in the fridge since it's already done? And then can you help me with twisting this dough?" Nodding, I grabbed the covered bowl containing our greens and carried it over to the industrial-sized fridge without a word. 

Sticking it in a spot it would fit, I raced back to the counter, quickly starting to help Isaac with his task. We worked quickly together, staying silent as we listened to the various noises around us. Things sizzling on stoves, knives slamming against cutting boards, students chatting. The smells of assorted meals wafted in the air around us, a cacophony of dizzying, stimulating scents. 

It wasn't long until we were done and layering the tops of the dough with garlic butter and tossing it in the oven with the lasagne. Satisfied that we were done, we both threw off our gloves and leaned back against the counter, taking deep breaths as we watched everyone else race around trying to complete their tasks. 

"Oh, look at that. You two are already done. Just remember you still need to clean up." Looking to the left, we took note of our sweet, smiling teacher flitting around the room. 

"Don't worry Mrs. Potter, we will. We're just taking a second." Sending her a sweet smile, she nodded before traipsing to the next grouping. 

For the next minute or so, Isaac and I just chilled out and people watched until he broke the silence. "So how are you doing? With your back?"

Glancing over at him, I was mildly surprised. I'd almost forgotten about getting thrown into a pillar after the weekend's events. "Oh, umm, it's alright. It's a lot better. Still a little bruised, and still hurts a bit, but it's not super noticeable. I should be all healed soon." Smiling at the boy, I was glad to see a smile grace his face as well. 

"Good. I'm glad that you stayed home so you could get better. I was really worried about you." 

Beginning to think about the few days I'd spent at home, I quickly pulled myself away from those thoughts. "Yeah, me too. I hated having to wear that brace and not being able to move." 

"Oh, I don't know. I don't think you totally hated it." Looking over at him in confusion, I noticed a smirk gracing his lips. "You know, being like totally naked in front of Stilinski."

At his words, my eyes blew out of my skull as I spun around to make sure no one heard him. Once I was satisfied, I turned back to slap him on the arm which was followed by an 'ow' and a 'what was that for?' "You know what that was for!" I whispered aggressively as the smirk never left his face. "And I wasn't completely naked. I had undergarments on. And actually, it was very embarrassing thank you very much." Feeling exposed, I folded my arms over my apron covered chest. 

"Oh, come on. You're seriously telling me that it wasn't even a little bit enjoyable?" Looking over at the much too smug boy, I slapped him lightly again. 

Looking forward, a deep blush burned my cheeks as I thought of the multiple times the boy I was completely gone for had to dress me. From my left, Isaac slowly leaned forward to be able to look at me, with that stupid smirk on his face. Once he could, he pointed at me and let out a guffaw. "See. You totally did." 

In response, I slapped him with both of my hands over and over as he laughed at me. "Just admit it. You liked it." Stopping my assault on his arm, I turned towards the counter and started to collect dishes. 

"Yeah, maybe a little bit." Looking over as he made a smug 'see' noise, I quickly went back to my collection. "So what?" 

"So nothing. I just wanted you to admit it. I'm sure he enjoyed it just as much."

At that, I slapped him slightly harder, earning another 'ow' in response. "Shut up, no he did not. It was probably mortifying for him." 

"Oh please, have you seen the way he looks at you? And even if he didn't, he's a teenage boy and you're hot Rae. It would not be mortifying to see you half-naked." Isaac looked at me with a 'seriously woman' look and I glanced away, carrying my stack of dishes to the sinks as he followed. 

"Whatever. Just help me with these." Ignoring his still smirk filled face, I got started with the dishes; spraying them and washing them off before handing them to Isaac to rinse and disinfect. When we were finished, we went back to the counter to grab the rest of the dishes, repeating the process in silence. 

Once we were done, we walked back to our station with rags and cleaned off the counter quickly. Next, we went back to the dish racks and dried our dishes before putting them back where they were meant to go in our kitchen. In perfect timing, the buzzer for the twists went off, prompting Isaac to pull out oven mitts for me and two more to put the pan on. 

Pulling the pan out, I placed it on top of the mitts before closing the oven. Pulling off the mitts, I threw them next to the stove for when we needed to pull out the lasagne. 

"Hey, can you grab the salad from the fridge?" I asked Isaac as I pulled out a cooling rack and a spatula. 

Seeing him nod from my peripheral I continued with my task of carefully taking the twists off of the pan and placing them on the cooling rack. Isaac soon came back and uncovered the salad on the other side of the counter. 

"Remember you still need to put the parmesan on that," I told him, looking up for a moment as I finished up with the bread. 

"Oh yeah, thank you." With that, he ran back to the fridge to pull out our portioned cheese. Running back he quickly mixed the cheese into the salad with salad tongs. 

A minute after that, the second timer for our lasagne went off and I smiled at the smell when I opened up the oven. Throwing on the oven mitts, I quickly pulled the dish out and placed it where Isaac had put two more oven mitts before kicking the oven door closed. 

Taking off my mitts, I grabbed the previously used spatula and walked over to clean it so the garlic and crumbs didn't mix with the lasagne. When I finished, I carried it back to the counter and proceeded to section off the lasagne with it.

Isaac already had a paper plate ready for me to plop a square onto. Doing so, he handed me another as he loaded the first with salad and garlic twists. As he did this, I put another piece of lasagne on the plate he gave me, sliding it over for him to finish. Grabbing the last plate, I put a third piece on it and grabbed two twists to put on it before sliding it over to Isaac for salad. 

Picking up the first plate, I made sure it looked nice before carrying it over to where Mrs. Potter was sitting. 

"Oh, what's this?" Mrs. Potter looked up in surprise as I stepped up to the desk. 

"It's lasagne, caesar salad, and garlic twists. I hope you like it." Smiling, I placed the plate in front of her. 

"Well thank you, it looks delicious." Mrs. Potter looked at me with a smile as she nodded her head back to our kitchen. "I'm sure you want to try it yourself." Nodding with a smile, I bounded back to the counter when she said 'go.' 

When I got back, to no surprise, Isaac was already scarfing down his lasagne. "Oh my god, this is soo good." He moaned, making me laugh as I grabbed a fork for my own plate. 

Taking my first bite, a moan left my own mouth at the flavor bursting in my tastebuds. "Oh my god, you're right." Disregarding the fact that I hadn't even swallowed, I stuffed more food into my mouth. "Holy shit, we make good food." 

At this, he laughed, "You can say that again."

For the rest of the class period, we ate our delicious food and watched the rest of the class finish up cooking. We winced when one of the groups pulled something burnt from their oven, pinching our noses at the horrible smell. I think it was supposed to be a casserole. 

Once we finished, we put everything left in Tupperware to take home, washed up the last of our dishes, wiped down the counter, and put everything back where we got it. Right as we put away all the oven mitts, the bell rang, signaling the end of class. 

Walking over to our desk, we both grabbed our respective bags and went out the door. "Hey, I've gotta go to my locker, I'll see you in French?" Looking over at the boy, I nodded my head in response. 

"Yeah, I'll see you then." Smiling, I waved at the boy that was now walking away, continuing on my way to third period. 

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"Hey, I'm really glad you suggested this. I haven't really spent much time with you lately since I hurt my back." Smiling, I turned the keys in the ignition of my car as Danny situated himself in the passenger seat while closing his door. 

"Yeah, me too. I'm glad you're almost healed, we can get back to training." Danny laughed as he pulled the seatbelt over his body. 

Laughing, I pulled the car out of its spot and drove out of the school parking lot. "Oh yeah, definitely. But for now, let's go gorge ourselves in grease." 

For the rest of the drive, Danny and I talked about what we'd missed in each other's lives since we last talked. I told him about how I was one of the people that was at the school the other night and he told me about how his mom accidentally spilled a giant bowl of cookie mix on herself and the floor over the weekend. By the time we got to the restaurant, we were both trying to catch our breaths from laughing too hard. 

Jumping out of the car, I lifted my hand to my mouth, stifling a giggle. "I can't believe you slipped on it coming into the kitchen!" 

"Hey! It hurt! I was just trying to get some water!" Despite his exclamations, a big smile graced the dark-skinned boy's face as he opened up one of the double doors to the building. 

"At least you were wearing basketball shorts and a plain t-shirt. It could have been a lot worse. You could have been wearing cashmere." I pointed out as we walked up to the counter. 

"True. That would have really sucked." It didn't take long for us to order our food and we continued chatting as we waited, bantering back and forth until our food was ready. 

"Did you know that Tony Baker got Emily Martinez pregnant?" Danny asked me as we walked back out the doors, causing my eyes to bulge and a piece of meat to fall out of my mouth. 

"Wait, what? No. That's actually really sad. I feel bad for her." I told him as I took another bite of my burrito, thinking about the situation the two teenagers had found themselves in. 

"What, why?" Danny asked through a mouthful of food, making me giggle as I swallowed my food. 

"Because. You know Tony. He's probably gonna make her get an abortion and we all know how much she wants kids. She has perfect grades and she's almost graduated. She wouldn't have to worry about that. But she probably won't get much of a choice. The last girl he got pregnant he blackmailed into getting an abortion. It was really messed up." I told him, taking another bite of my food as I shook my head. I really didn't like that kid. 

"Oh, wow. That's horrible." Unlocking the car and opening my door, I nodded in agreement with Danny as we got into the car. Starting it up, I checked my mirrors and bent around to look out the back window as I pulled out of the parking spot. Safely out of the way, I pulled forward and onto the street. 

Taking another bite of my burrito I let out a moan at how good it was. "Honestly, I just ate like a little over an hour ago but this is so good. I was weirdly hungry." 

"Seriously. I can't believe you've never been there before." Danny spoke in between bites, scarfing down his food. 

"I know. My mom always took us to the other Mexican place downtown. This place is much better." 

For the rest of the drive, we ate in silence, relishing in the flavors of the food. We got back to school with five minutes to spare, quickly finishing our burritos as we grabbed our bags. 

Rushing up the stairs, Danny and I said our goodbyes and hugged before running off to our respective lockers before class. 

Walking to class with a smile, I knew today would be a good day.

So, I actually did make that meal for my independent living class. We had a cooking segment and our final for the class was a meal chosen by us. Our group chose lasagne with garlic twists and caesar salad. Unlike this story though, I was more like Lydia. The kids that I got paired with did not know anything about cooking. I literally had to do everything because these kids did not even know how tf to chop up lettuce for salad. 

So in less than an hour, I pretty much cooked all of that myself while being slowed down by the group that was supposed to help me. 

It really sucked. 

Also, I got really lucky that our teacher noticed everything happening so I didn't get marked down for the things that were wrong. Like the lasagne didn't get to cook completely through because times were off as I was struggling to get everything done. 

Seriously, like really lucky. That teacher hated me she could've been a bitch and marked me down and because of that, I might not have passed the class. 

Anyways, I hope you guys liked this chapter. It took me forever after the last chapter to be able to start this one. I know it's not amazing, but I tried. 

Have a great day!

~SiriusCatBennett