A Sense of Strength

Must be your skin that I'm sinkin in
Must be for real cause now I can feel
and I didn't mind
it's not my kind
not my time to wonder why

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When you become stronger than others it can sometimes have this power over you. Because now that you are strong enough to take what you want you usually do. What Erica wanted wasn't so simple that she could just grab it and run. What she really wanted wasn't even a what, it was who.

What Erica wanted, so badly it was often all she could think about, was the boy who wouldn't cry wolf. Styles. Styles was human, no real ties to werewolves other than his best friend was one, yet he still dove head first into their dangerous world without much real care about himself. The silly kid was more worried about his jeep than his own life.

She didn't really understand why she wanted him so bad. Every time she saw his adorable, clueless face she would lick her lips, fantasise about ripping off his tacky cloths and then spend the rest of her time calming her heartbeat.

Maybe it was because she knew she could have him. He gave it away so easily. The way he looked in her eyes, trying so hard not to look anywhere else. The way he looked away quickly or tried to look busy whenever she caught him looking. Every time they were around each other he made it obvious he wanted her, just as much she wanted him. Only, he wasn't willing act on it. But she was.

As Erica stalked through the halls of the school she picked up his scent. She knew it very well; it was the smell of books and car oil. That damn jeep. He loved that jeep, and werewolves seemed to have the bad habit of tearing parts of it out. Boy had to put it all back in. All that work left its mark on him and made it that much easier to follow his scent to his locker.

She slammed her shoulder as she leaned against the locker next to his, startling him enough to drop all his books. "Hello Styles" she cooed seductively as he rushed down to pick up his books.

"Ah, er, Hi Er-i-ca" he stuttered out when his eyes caught sight of her tanned legs sticking out of short jean cut-offs. Oh boy. Styles quickly gathered his things and placed them back into his locker before closing the steel door. For few seconds he just stared at his locker before gently pressing his hear against the door.

"I'm sorry Erica" He whispered, still not looking at her. "I'm sorry I ignored you. I ignored a lot of things chasing after Lydia. And while she ignored me I ignored the rest of the world, even my best friend at times. That's not right. Ignoring you wasn't right." Styles turned his head slightly and looked her right in the eyes, this time not to avoid looking elsewhere but to really look at her. "I guess what I'm trying to say is I know what it feels like to be ignored and I don't think anyone should feel like that."

And just like that she was reminded why she had had a crush on him, why she still wanted him. His strength. If you watched carefully every once in a while you could see it from a distance. It was his ability to drop his guard and really show what he felt and fight for it. All those times he helped Scott, all those times he stood up to Derek. And on top of that he had enough honour to admit his mistakes and ask for forgiveness.

"Apology accepted. I'm glad I have your attention now" Erica said with a smile. She couldn't stop her heart from flipping when his face did an 'Oh Yeah' when she mentioned having his attention. "If you want my advice" she grinned as she turned away. "You should stop chasing after a girl who keeps ignoring you. You might see something you like standing right next to you."

The teenage wolf-girl soaked in the satisfaction of knowing that he was watching her the whole time as she walked away by the sound of his heart pounding. She wasn't going to stop there. Erica knew what she wanted and now why. She would wait for the right moment and then take him. And when she did, he'd want her to.

Author's Notes: My first one shot Teen wolf. Tell me if I did ok. I think I got these two down alright.