He had been ignoring you, following Derek's orders. Derek told him he couldn't afford distractions, couldn't afford to be soft. The older man didn't truly understand the power of teenage hormones. Scott couldn't just give you up completely. He loved you, for Christ sake. Still, he wasn't answering your calls, even when you were dating? Derek had thrown his phone against the wall. Ignoring you at school was not a good move either. He could see the way your expression dimmed when he passed by, too nervous to even say a word to you. It pained him. Maybe Derek was right, you were making him soft.

You wondered when he would give in to his instincts, but it didn't seem like it would happen anytime soon. After that fateful day, when the alpha wreaked havoc at the Beacon High, you had ended things with Scott once the police arrived. You saw the heartbroken look on his face, which you thought would bring you some relief, but it didn't. Since that night, he knew he would do anything to win you back. Anything.

“C’mon,” he murmured, giving you that look, his brown eyes filled with desperation. The dim light in your room made them shine with all their glory. He had snuck into your room at night, which was a bit creepy, but . . . cute? “You don't understand—I need you.” He pleaded, refusing to back down. However, it didn't seem like you were convinced. He needed to do more, to show you how committed he was.

He took hold of your hands, gripping them tightly, and dropped to his knees in front of you while you sat on your bed. "Please, baby,” he implored, flashing you his irresistible puppy dog eyes. “I'll do anything.” He was on his knees, making a fool of himself, all just to win you back.