Catching Feelings

Part II

Season 3A

"If you're going through hell, keep going."

-Winston Churchill

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Chapter 20: Secrets Don't Make Friends

[ Trinity ]

"What's with the red paint?" Trinity asked when she walked into Derek's old home, a place where they'd go occasionally to meet with one another for pack meetings.

Pack, a family she'd come to compare the word too. "I had to cover up the mark so Scott wouldn't ask questions."

"And you don't think he'll ask why the door is freshly painted while the rest of the house is falling apart?" Derek shot her a look and rolled his eyes.

"Don't you have to be at school?"

Trinity frowned at him, picking her backpack off the floor. "It's like you want me to leave."

Derek moved over, bending down to press a warm kiss to her lips. "Never."

The pair had been messing around all summer, sneaking out to see each other, stealing kisses and sharing time with no one else around. "How long do you think we're going to be able to keep this a secret from the others? Isaac almost caught us last week."

Derek's hands were rested low on her hips, fingers curling in her belt loops and pull her closer to him. He'd been the one to start the interaction, sneaking in her room late and night and kissing her so suddenly she felt like she couldn't breathe. She didn't deny the man and she couldn't even think of pushing him away. So they became more, and while Derek hated labels, he felt the need to make one with her—solidify what was happening between the two. "Don't worry about Isaac," He spoke lowly, his nose running against the length of her neck, taking in her scent. "—I've got him under control."

He leaned in for a kiss, but in a sharp turn of her face, his lips connected with her cheek instead. Trinity grinned up at him pulling away but keeping eye contact as she walked away from him. "Can't be late for school. It's my first day and I don't want to make a bad impression."

"I'll get you back for that."

"No, you won't."

Trinity drove to school and entered with a bright smile on her face. "What's got you so smiley?" Lydia questioned, twirling a pink pen between her fingers.

"It's a beautiful day," The blonde retorts, quieting down when a curly haired brunette walked in the classroom, nude heels clacking loudly and a phone held firmly in her hand.

"The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds and a tranquil waterway, leading to the uttermost ends of the Earth, flows somber over an overcast sky seemed to lead to the heart of an immense darkness." Ms. Blake, the blackboard said, telling the students that she was the new English teacher. "Phones off please."

Getting to the point, Ms. Blake assigned classwork, read three chapters of the book and answer the questions given in the packet she passed out.

Trinity had gotten away with listening to music instead of the constant rambling of the new teacher and some of the students that decided it was time to catch up. Her blue eyes trailed over to words in the book but her concentration was broken by a loud thump beside her.

On the window was a crow, dead on impact. Blood stained the glass and its mangled black body fell soundlessly to the ground, but past the stain the in the glass was more birds who were going to reach the same fate. "Get down!" A swarm of crows lunched at the classroom window, shattering the glass and their angry wings flapping around in the small space. Their talons scratched students and some pecked at them wildly with their beaks.

Five minutes felt like hours before the fluttering of wings stopped and all that was left was black feathers floating in the air until they landed on desks or people.

It didn't take long for the Sheriff to arrive, paramedics following behind to do a routine check-up on the students to ensure their wellbeing and to heal any injury that occurred.

Trinity rose to her feet, wide eyes glanced back at Lydia and Stiles. "What the hell was that?"

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Scott walked through the halls of Beacon Hills Hospital, responding to the worried phone call of his mother explaining how Isaac had gotten hurt and needed help. Walking through a set of doors, Scott spotted the beta, unconscious and in a wheelchair being pushed by a large tall man with a shaved head.

A sinister smirk formed on the mans face as he used a clawed finger to press the button on the elevator.

Smelling the potent scent of another wolf besides Isaac, Scott ran forward, body shifting as he went to accommodate the new threat. He barely made it into the elevator and even when he did, the man before him had the upper hand.

Lifting him up by his throat, he man growled. "Don't you realize what you're dealing with?" His blood red eyes stared into Scott's yellow ones, his face turning red with the grip he had on his throat. "I'm an alpha, boy."

The elevator dinged, the doors opening behind him and a sharp set of claws embedded themselves in the mans back. "So am I." Derek ripped him from the elevator, letting his large body slide down the hallway without a care. Green eyes look at Scott's form, his body leaning against the metal trying to regain his breath. "Shouldn't you be in school?"

Derek was quick to pick up his beta and with the help of Melissa McCall, they were able to get away from the hospital quickly and quietly. "Who was that back there?" Scott finally asked once they reached the Hale house.

"An alpha. He's my rival, it's my problem so don't worry about it. I owe you one for saving Isaac."

Scott rubbed at his arm softly, remembering the tattoo he'd purchased the night before only for it to heal instantly. "I think I know a way that you can repay me."