On the Run

Chapter 3:

Chapter 3:

        I was woken up by the sound of the cell door slamming open and the light blinded my eyes.

        "You are free to go" Mr.Stilinski sighed then handed me a stick of mint gum which I shoved into my mouth. "We will be watching you," he said. 

        Derek grabbed my hand and we walked back to my house. I knew my mom wasn't home so I let myself in. I ran upstairs and showered then brushed my teeth, blow dried my hair, put on deodorant, and put on some clothes; I was wearing a black v-neck t-shirt, a leather jacket, skinny jeans, and Timberlands.

        I ran down stairs and found Derek looking inside a photo album I had made. I sat down next to him on the loveseat and smiled sadly when I saw a picture of Scott and I on his sixth birthday; I was holding a piece of cake and I had this creepy smile on my face. I remember that day like it was yesterday; I ended up smackng Scott upside the head with the cake on my hand and Scott cried like a baby for half an hour. My dad laughed his butt off and my mom yelled at him.

        "You look different," He paused for a moment, " I mean you were cute, creepy but cute." I punched him in the arm and we laughed.

        "It was revenge for what he did to me on my birthday! You don't want to mess with me; I'm all about revenge sweet Derek," I smiled wickedly and I thought I saw fear in his eyes for a brief moment.

         I kissed him passionately and he seemed to like that.

"Are you going to be able to get back inside your house now? With the police watching you and all?"

        "Don't worry about that," He kissed me again.

        "I wish you could stay with me," I kissed him and he slid his hand up and down my inner thigh giving me chills.

        "I wish I could stay with you too, but I'm pretty sure your mom wouldn't like that."

        "Can we go for a walk?" I asked him.

        "Of course we can," He smiled and grabbed my hand then we headed to the woods.

        We danced around and he'd pull me to him and kiss me while grabbing my butt. We were moving fast, but I just felt so connected to him. We'd stop like every two mintues just to make out for five minutes.

"This is going to sound crazy, but I feel like I know you."

        "You do," I giggled.

        "No, no. It's like I've known you all my life, as cheesy as that sounds."

        "It's not cheesy, it's romantic." I smiled.

        We made it to his place and chilled for about three hours, but I had to leave to go see Peter and he offered to bring me again. It took me a good twenty minutes to get out of the car because  Derek and I couldn't stop kissing.

        "I'll pick you up at like six so you can get ready for your game," Derek sped off and I walked into the hospital and checked in then scurried to Peter's room.

         I noticed something different about the aura of the room; it felt darker and menacing. I was always able to sense stuff; I'm in a way, an empath, nothing major though. I sat down and set up a game of scrabble this way I can attempt to get him to move his arms and hands. As I was setting up the game I felt like I was being watched. I sat down on the other side of the table and explained why I was playing this game with him.