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Chapter One: SNS
Nina McCall was your typical sixteen year old, dark brown hair, brown eyes; nothing to special really, just another teenager in Beacon Hills. Well, maybe not so typical. She was a little awkward and sometimes too outspoken, not to mention she did have an older twin brother, and Beacon Hills being so small- well, the McCall twins easily stood out like a sore thumb.
Nina, clad in gray capris sweats and a black tank, lazily sauntered over to the room next to hers. She walked in to find her twin, Scott, messing around with his lacrosse gear. She swore that kid was addicted to the game-even though he was no good at it.
"Scott~" she whined, making her way across the room and falling ungracefully onto her twin's bed. Scott didn't answer his sister and instead continued to string his lacrosse stick, it was as if he hadn't even heard his sister in the first place. Nina glanced up from Scott's bed when she heard the soft thudding on the wooden floor. She watched as he did pull up after pull up-still ignoring her-then went to wash his teeth. "Are you going to ignore me all night?" she mumbled and buried her head into the cozy pillow.
Scott looked up, the water he had just splashed onto his face running down in tiny droplets. He looked at his sister through the mirror, acknowledging her presence for the first time. "How long have you been there?" he asked looking at his twin confusedly. Nina's head slowly rose up and she turned to glare at Scott's reflection. "Never mind, wha-?" Scott stopped mid-sentence as a loud thud came from downstairs. Finally he turned around and walked out of his bathroom. Another thud came, now both twins glanced at each other. Nina slowly rose from the bed holding in her breath, trying to be as call as she could manage. Scott grabbed a bat he had propped up next to the wall and turned to his little sister. "Stay here." he ordered. "I'll be right back."
Nina waited for a bit until she was sure Scott was going down the stairs then she rose and swiftly made her way down after him.
Scott jumped when he heard a squeak coming from behind him. He turned around, bat raised, ready to attack; it stopped short when he saw his sister creeping down the stairs behind him. "What are you doing?" he whispered harshly. "I thought I told you to stay upstairs!" Nina crept over to his side glaring into brown orbs identical to her own. "What if it's a burglar or rapist and they come in through your window and see me and try to rape me?!" she scolded, making sure to keep her voice low. Scott rolled his eyes. "Fine, but stay close to me." he warned slipping on a t-shirt, hoodie, and some tennis shoes.
He watched as his twin followed his lead and began slipping on her own jacket and a pair of over-used pumas. "Stay behind me." Nina nodded. If it was some attacker the only one who could defend her was Scott so she might as well stay close to him.
The McCall twins slowly crept outside, their footsteps quiet and in freakishly perfect sync. They looked around slowly being cautious. Every now and then Scott would hold his sisters petite hand and give it a quick, reassuring squeeze. Scott turned towards the the edge of the porch just as a figure came crashing down, screaming at the top of his lungs.
The twins screamed along with the figure. Scott had the bat raised but was too busy screaming to swing it. Nina clung to her brother and screamed along with the other two. The figure just hung there upside down, flinging his arms like a madman. "Stiles what the hell are you doing?!" Scott screamed as he called down. Nina instantly stopped screaming as she saw her best friend was the one screaming and hanging upside down. "Stiles!" she exclaimed, putting a hand on her chest trying to still her pumping heart.
"You weren't answering your phone." Stiles exclaimed still hanging down. "Why do you have a bat?" The blue eyed boy asked noticing the weapon in his friends hand for the first time. "I thought you were a predator." Scott scoffed still holding the bat at the ready.
Nina raised an eyebrow. "Predator?" Stiles stared at his friend and scoffed. "A pred..." he couldn't even form the word from disbelief. Stiles turned to the other McCall. "Are you sure he's your brother?" he asked sarcastically. Nina shrugged. "If we weren't identical I'd highly doubt it." Scott turned to give his sister a look before going back to look at the hanging Stiles. "Look, I know it's late, but you gotta hear this." Stiles explained. The twins glanced at each other before turning towards their friend. "I saw my dad leave 20 minutes ago. Dispatch called they're bringing in every officer from the Beacon Department, and even state police."
"For what?" the twins asked in perfect sync, both a little bored and annoyed with their friend. Stiles seemed to smirk, though they couldn't be sure since he was still hanging upside down. "Two joggers found a body in the woods." Both twins perked up at the word 'body.' They watched Stiles flip down off their roof. "A dead body?" Scott asked inching closer to the railing separating him and Nina from Stiles. Stiles looked at Scott and watched Nina roll her eyes and stand next to her brother. "No, a body of water." Stiles deadpanned. "Yes, dumb-ass, a dead body." Stiles was now right in front of the twins, arms on the railing and his chin resting on them.
Nina laughed. "Nice one Stiles." Stiles bowed down sarcastically. "At your service." he said watching the younger of the McCall twins laugh while the other rolled his eyes. Stiles climbed up the railing and jumped onto the deck. "You mean like, murdered?" Scott asked again. Nina rolled her eyes, this was why she was the smart twin. "Obviously, Scotty-dear, if not the cops wouldn't be there, would they?" she smirked as her twin sent a glare her way. Nina merely blew her brother a kiss.
Stiles watched the exchange, bored and entirely uninterested. "Are you guys done yet?" Both McCall's turned to their friend. "Yes? Good." Stiles said as he continued to inform his friends on the latest. "As I was saying, nobody knows yet. Just that it was a girl, probably in her 20's."
Hold on, if they found the body, then what are they looking for?" Scott asked. "That's the best part." Stiles said becoming all giddy from excitement. "They only found half." The three friends stared at each other letting the words sink in as curiosity bubbled inside them. "We're going." Nina smirked. "You had me at dead body." she laughed. Stiles sent his pretty-and only- girl friend an excited smile. Scott on the other hand didn't look so sure, but merely looked between his twin and his best friend.
Before they knew it, the three teens had jumped into Stiles' ancient jeep and stowed away into the night well, to the Beacon Hills Preserve. "Here's where they found the body?" Nina asked scrunching her nose in disgust. She hated the woods, well, sometimes; there were times were the woods just held some sort of weird forbidden enchantment, but this time it wasn't like that. It was dark and cold out and finding a body in the woods did not seem like a good idea. "Yep." was all Stiles said to her.
"We're seriously doing this?" Scott asked his voice cracking slightly worried. "You're the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town." came Stiles' response. Nina popped up between the two as she squeezed her way through from the back seat. "He has a point you know." she told her twin as she climbed over him and made her way out of Stiles' ancient mode of transportation. The boys followed after her. They watched as Nina walked and stepped over the low, chain fence. Stiles was right behind her with a flashlight in hand. Scott lingered behind by the jeep. "I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow." he said before dashing off behind them.
The three friends jogged through the woods, Stiles leading the way. "As if you're ever going to make first line." Nina mumbled rolling her eyes at her twins obsession with lacrosse. Thankfully Stiles had the same thoughts as she did. "Right 'cause sitting on a bench is such a grueling effort." he told her twin. Scott was struggling to keep up with the other two as he stumbled through dead leaves, twigs, and roots. "No, because I'm playing this year. In fact, I'm making first line." he adamantly defended. Nina rolled her eyes at her twin but said nothing as she trudged on behind Stiles.
"Hey that's the spirit." Stiles said sarcastically as he glanced back towards his lagging friend."Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one."
As they continued to trudged through darkened, barely visible, scary forest. Nina drowned out Scott and Stiles' bickering as she looked all around her. Every hair on her body seemed to have been standing on end; the woods gave her a bad vibe, not to mention she was easy to scare.
After a while Scott piped up. "Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?" he questioned, hands in his pockets as he he casually strode behind Stiles' impatient pace. Stiles paused for a second. "Huh! I didn't even think about that." he said, shrugging it of rather nonchalantly. Nina's head snapped to the awkward teens direction. Her eyebrows rose in an arch. "What is that supposed to mean?" she growled, she was already in a bad enough mood. Scott looked up and chuckled, his friend was too impulsive. "And, uh, what if whoever killed the body is still out here." Nina's eyes widened in fear as the words left her twins mouth, there was no possible way a killer could be on the loose, right? She stopped for a moment and let out a groan, sometimes she regrets going on adventures with those two.
The boys continued to discuss the possibility of a serial killer running loose and Nina hurried behind them, not wanting to be left behind. They started to climb the pile of dirt Nina groaned and huffed as she tried to climb up the dirt mound only to slide down. She eventually made it up-with some help from Stiles. The three of them quickly ducked down at the sight of flashlights. Nina was sandwiched between Stiles and her brother as they ducked down, an uplifted root in front of their faces. Stiles quickly rushed to turn off the flashlight he was holding and Scott clung to his inhaler.
In front of them there were police everywhere with dogs and flashlights searching the grounds. "Wait, come on." Stiles whispered, smiling, obviously overjoyed with the situation. He lifted himself of the ground and dashed his way closer to where the police were. "Stiles!" the twins hissed at their friend; though they knew it was useless. "Let's go." Scott heard his sisters soft whisper as she lifted off the ground and followed Stiles' lead. Scott shook his inhaler then took in a deep puff. "Wait up!" he called out after the other two.
The three of them almost ran through the woods, avoiding the flashlights, dogs with policemen, and trees that were everywhere. Scott was falling behind-his asthma being one of the biggest factors in that. "Stiles! Nina!" he called but they were too far ahead. Scott saw them face his direction then heard their screams and barking as they faced forward once more.
Stiles and Nina-because of Stiles-fell onto the ground with Stiles' back crushing the petite girls chest. "Hold it right there!" came the voice of the officer as the two teens shielded their faces from the bright light. Nina shoved Stiles' back and hoisted herself up, dusting the dirt off her sweats. "Gee thanks for the shove!" Stiles said as he squirmed away from the dog and the police officer. Scott quickly ducked behind a tree.
"Hang on, hang on." came a voice a little ways off from where the two teenagers stood, in police custody. "These two little delinquents belong to me." Out of the darkness came Sheriff Stilinski, Stiles' dad, with a stern yet annoyed look on his face. Stiles finally stood he was still cringing from the burn of the flashlight. Nina sighed in relief. "Oh, thank god it's you Mr. Stilinski." she breathed out. Mr. Stilinski would make sure they weren't in trouble. Nina saw him send a slight glare to his son. Well, at least he'd make sure she wasn't in trouble. Nina was sure Stiles would have something taken away from him. "Nina." he nodded her way, she simply smiled sheepishly and pointed to Stiles. "He made me." she accused her friend.
Stiles sent a glare to Nina who just shrugged and smiled sheepishly, he merely rolled his eyes. As he caught his father's glare Stiles felt a cold sweat run down his back. "Dad, how are you doing?" he asked. Sheriff Stilinski didn't seem so amused. "So, do you, uh, listen in to all my phone calls?" he asked his son as it began to sprinkle a bit. Though, judging from the Sheriff's appearance it seemed to have been raining earlier. "No." Stiles said quickly, trying to laugh it off, but again, one look from his father changed all that. "Not the boring ones." he admitted, causing Nina to almost face-palm. The boy would never be able to do anything illegal, he'd confess before the poilce ever questioned him.
They watched as the older man nodded. "Now, where's your other usual partner in crime?" Stiles heard his dad ask and he felt himself tense up. He saw Nina's eyes wide, good thing his father didn't notice. "Who, Scott?" he asked, he sent a look to Nina before quickly looking back to his father.
"Scott? Oh, he is probably sleeping, dreaming of making first line tomorrow." Nina said as she casually strolled over to Stiles' side, hands in her jacket pockets and shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly. Stiles nodded vigorously. "Yeah, he said he wanted to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow. It's just us. In the woods. Alone." he pointed back and forth between Nina and himself. Sheriff Stilinski obviously didn't believe them as he pointed his flashlight behind him in the trees. The two teens felt themselves freeze as Sheriff Stilinski shouted out into the trees. "Scott, you out there?"
There was silence as thunder rolled on in the distance. "Scott?" he called out once more only to be met, once again, by silence. "See Sheriff, my other half is not here." Nina pointed out. The Sheriff turned off the flashlight and dropped his arm down to his side with a sigh. "Well, you two," he looked over the two teens "I'm going to walk you back to your car." He walked over and swung an arm over each of their shoulders. "And you and I are going to have a conversation about something called invasion of privacy." He was holding Stiles by the back of his jacket now.
Nina snorted in amusement. "Don't think you're safe either Nina." Sheriff Stilinski told her causing the smile on her face to drop. "Your mother will be hearing about this in the morning." Nina groaned and let herself be dragged away to Stiles' Jeep.
Ten minutes later Stiles had dropped her off at home. "Hey Nina," Stiles called out as she climbed out of the car. Nina turned around to him. "Don't worry, I'll take care of it." he promised. Nina smiled. "Thanks Stiles." she called as he drove off and she walked back inside the house.
Scott still wasn't home. She went into his empty room and stayed up as long as she could but ended up falling asleep on her twins bed, a dark feeling nestled in her chest.
Nina woke up early the next morning, not really sure where she was until she rolled over and bumped into something hard and warm. Instantly she sat up her drowsy, brown eyes only half way open and looked at what she had bumped into.
Next to her was her twin laying on his side, soundly asleep and snoring softly. Relief instantly flooded her body, she hadn't even heard him come in last night-and although she hated to admit it, she had been worried about Scott. The McCall twins had always had a connection that just by looking at each other they instantly knew what the other was thinking, or if there was something wrong. This was no exception. Just by staring at her brother Nina knew something had happened.
"Scott." she out a hand on her shoulder and shook her brother. "Wake up." Scott stirred and opened one eye to find his baby sister hovering over him. "What?" he drawled out and closed his eyes once more blinking away the sleep. "What happened last night?" he heard his sister ask. He didn't fail to miss the worry laced in between her words. He sighed. "It's a long story sis, I'll tell you later." he dismissed her as he lifted himself off the bed and went into the bathroom closing the door behind him.
Nina sat on her brother's bed, staring at his door for a few minutes. Something was definitely wrong with him. She didn't bother sticking around to try and get the information out of him, he'd tell her eventually. Running a hand through her chocolate locks, Nina stood and wandered over to her room to get ready for school.
Nina rode on Scott's bikes handle-bars, since Stiles had gotten his keys taken away and couldn't give them a ride. Not to mention her mother didn't lend either of them her car. Thankfully Mr. Stilinski hadn't told her mother anything, Stiles had probably convinced him not to. Scott still hadn't told her anything about what had happened last night and that frustrated her-though she figured that once they met up with Stiles, Scott would tell them all about it. Nina hopped off the bike's handlebars and Scott went on to lock it on the bike-rack. As Scott was taking off his helmet a silver Porsche pulled into the parking spot next to him.
The twins' heads snapped to the car. Nina rolled her eyes as Jackson Whittemore, captain of the lacrosse team and asshole extraordinaire came out of the car. He stomped over to Scott and got right in his face. Nina's eyes narrowed. "Dude," he said to her brother in his arrogant, wanna-be voice. "watch the paint job." Someone called out to him and Jackson turned to the voice. He looked at Scott one more time before spinning around and walking away. Nina walked up to her brother her heeled boots clanking on the pavement. "I really hate that guy." she growled while Scott sighed. "Just ignore him." He threw an arm around his sisters waist. "Let's go find Stiles."
They quickly found Stiles hanging around the front of the school. Scott quickly told them of the attack last night and being bitten by some animal. "Okay, let's see this thing." Stiles said as Scott lifted up his shirt. On his right side, Scott had a large bandage covering the bite mark but blood was starting to seep through it. Nina winced and looked away from her brother's wound. Stiles on the other hand seemed fascinated by it, he even reached out to touch the bandaged wound. He looked as if he had walked into a candy store instead of seeing an animal bite. Scott quickly put his shirt down. "It was too dark to see, but I'm pretty sure it was a wolf." he told his friends as he picked up his book bag and began walking away.
Nina and Stiles shared a look and hurried of behind Scott. "A wolf bit you?" Stiles chuckled. He glanced over at his best friends twin who had an incredulous look on her face. He was pretty sure his look mirrored hers. "Scott that's not possible." Nina scoffed as her brother nestled himself besides Stiles. "I heard a howling noise." Scott said as they walked on towards the school Stiles shook his head. "No you didn't." he denied. Scott's eyebrows furrowed together. "What do you mean 'No I didn't'? How do you know what I heard?" he questioned his best friend. "Because California doesn't have wolves, okay?" Stiles laughed. Nina nodded and stole a glance at her twin. "There haven't been any wolves here in like, 60 years." she told him.
The three of them stopped in front of the school steps. "Really?" Scott asked looking extremely confused. "Yes really." Stiles said exasperated. "There are no wolves in California." Scott shrugged. "Alright, well, if you guys don't believe me about the wolf, then you're definitely not going to believe me about when I tell you I found the body." He was smiling as he watched his best friend and his sister share an amazed look. Stiles immediately started spazzing out. "Are you kidding me?" he was overjoyed as he placed a hand on Scott's shoulder. "No, man, I wish. I'm gonna have nightmares for a month." Scott cringed a little as he thought back to last nights events."Oh, God, that is freaking awesome." Stiles was almost bouncing up and down with joy. Nina on the other hand looked like she was about to spew out her breakfast.
"I mean this is seriously gonna be the best thing that's happened to this town since..." Stiles trailed off as a strawberry blonde walked their way. Since the birth of Lydia Martin. Hey, Lydia, you look..." Lydia walked past him without even sparing a glance with him. Stiles looked at her as she walked up the steps. "Like you're gonna ignore me." He turned back towards the twins. "You two are the cause of this, you know." The twins raised an eyebrow at their friend. "Uh huh." they nodded in perfect unison. "Dragging me down to your nerd depths." Stiles said as the bell rang and they made their way inside the school. "I'm a nerd by association. I've been scarlet nerded by you two." Nina looked over to Stiles. "You're the one making Scarlet Letter references yet we're the nerds?" she mocked gaining a glare from Stiles and a laugh from her twin.
First period had been a drag for Nina. It was the same thing she was used to, the teacher had droned on about the rules and what was expected of them throughout the semester. Nina didn't bother to pay attention, it was boring and quite frankly she wasn't in the mood to deal with teachers. The class was boring and she didn't have neither Stiles nor Scott to entertain her so she just day dreamed throughout the whole day.
Finally the bell rang giving her the sweet relief she craved ever since she stepped into her damn Algebra class. Her locker thankfully was right next to her twins so she could complain to him how utterly and unbearably boring Algebra had been, like she suspected she'd be doing for the rest of the school year. "Scott~" she whined as she reached her brother by the horribly plain, tan colored lockers. Just like lat night Scott ignored her. He was completely focused on something else and when she looked in the direction he was looking at she found herself staring at a pretty girl with brown hair talking to Lydia Martin-or as she called her, the devil.
Nina smirked. "Aw, does little Scotty have a crush on the new girl?" she mocked her brother. Scott didn't even move muscle, his eyes still intently focused on the new girl that was being interviewed by Lydia and the recently arrived Jackson. "Someone tell me how new girl is here all of five minutes, and she's already hanging out with Lydia's clique?" Monique one of their classmates asked. "Because she's hot. Beautiful people herd together." Stiles shrugged. Nina rolled her eyes and reached over to smack Stiles' arm. "You're an idiot." she said before turning towards her brother who had an intense look on his face and was staring directly towards Lydia, the new girl, and Jackson. Nina just stared at her twin as Stiles and Monique had their own full blown conversation. "Scott!" she called and finally her brother snapped out of his trance. Scott smiled at his sister. "Come on, I'm going to be late for practice."
Nina huffed and puffed in annoyance as she trudged on behind Scott and Stiles as they had their own conversation on lacrosse-something she was not to interested in. She quickly separated from them and plopped herself down on the bleachers. Lacrosse practice was the last place she wanted to be, but she wasn't too keen on having to walk home by herself, besides, she had nothing better to do.
A few minutes after she sat down, out of nowhere Lydia and the new girl-Allison Argent sat down right behind her. Allison gave her a small smile. "Hi, I'm Allison." she introduced herself. Nina smiled at her. "Nina McCall." Allison looked at her strangely. "She's the twin sister of Scott McCall, he's a bench warmer." Lydia butted in. Nina scowled. "Wow Lydia, that cheap hair dye did wonders for you, you look more like a crazy bitch than ever before." Nina smiled satisfied as Lydia's little smirk fell off her face only to be replaced by a scowl at least that shut her up. Allison must've felt awkward because she said nothing to Nina after her exchange with Lydia, though the other McCall didn't miss Allison checking out her brother while Lydia tried to make her boyfriend sound like some sort of lacrosse god.
Nina watched her brother as he was put on the position of goalie and took a ball straight to the helmet. She winced, she really hoped her brother would get his grip together so Lydia could shut her trap about how great Jackson was. It wasn't as if Scott was bad at lacrosse, he was actually pretty good if it wasn't for his asthma. "Come on Scotty!" she cheered from the bench, moving over to Stiles who was sitting alone on the bench.
Nina and Stiles watched as Scott picked himself off the grass and started making impossible catches. Their jaws dropped in shock as they watch Scott play better than he had in his entire life. Then it was Jackson's turn. It seemed as if everyone in the crowd was holding their breath. Jackson ran up and it seemed that with all his might threw the ball at Scott. And to everyone's shock Scott caught it easily. Stiles and Nina jumped up and hugged each other in pure excitement. Even Lydia was standing and cheering for Scott. "What the hell just happened?" Nina breathed out looking towards the field in utter shock. "I have no idea." Stiles said slowly just as shocked as Nina was.
"Ugh! Why do you two drag me out to the woods when you know i hate this place?" Nina groaned as she splashed through the small stream still clad in her heeled boots. "Relax, sis, you'll be fine." Scott said. He tried to explain to them what had happened to him out there on the field, how everything around him seemed to be going in slow motion and that he felt he had all the time in the world. "And that's not the only weird thing. I can hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear. Smell things." Scott explained as the three of them trudged through the woods looking for Scott's inhaler, which he dropped the night before. "Smell things? Like what?"Stiles asked. Nina trudged on behind the other two and listened to their conversation. "Like the Mint Mojito gum in your pocket." Scott said. Stiles looked at him. "I don't even have any Mint Mojito..." he trailed off as he pulled out the last remaining piece of gum from his blazer pocket.
Nina stopped next to Stiles and snatched the piece of gum from his hand, popping it into her mouth. "That was weird." she told her twin. Scott merely shrugged and the three continued on to the spot where the older McCall had dropped his inhaler last night. "So all this started with a bite." Stiles said rolling his sleeves. Nina rolled her eyes now all this was starting to sound ridiculous. A bite? Super hearing? What was he turning her into a wolf now? "What if it's like an infection, like my body's flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?" Scott asked, occasionally looking back to his friend and his sister. "That's not possible, Scotty, no disease does that to a person." his sister quickly informed him. "You know what? I actually think I've heard of this. It's a specific kind of infection." Stiles called out from behind Scott. Nina raised an eyebrow at the awkward and quirky teen. What the hell was he talking about?
Scott stopped walking and turned around to face his friend and sister a worried look etched across his features. "Are you serious?" he asked. Stiles nodded. "Yeah." All the while Nina rolled her eyes, her brother was so stupid. "I think it's called lycanthropy." Nina couldn't resist the urge to smack Stiles in the back of the head and before she knew it her hand had connected with his skull. "What's that is that bad?" Scott asked worried. Nina rolled her eyes, her brother's gullibility surprised her sometimes. "Now you know why I'm the smart one." She whispered to her blue eyed spaz of a friend before turning to her dumbfounded brother. "It's the worst." Maybe playing along with Stiles wouldn't be so bad. It sure as hell would be entertaining though. "But only once a month." Stiles reassured him. Scott failed to miss the sarcastic edge in his friend and sister's voices. "Once a month?" Scott was more confused now then ever.
Nina and Stiles nodded. "On the night of the full moon." they told him in unison. Stiles howled at Scott after a few seconds and Nina burst into laughter. Scott just sent his sister a look and smacked his best friend's arm. "Hey, you're the one who heard a wolf howling." Stiles laughed as he and Nina followed Scott deeper into the woods. "Hey, there could be something seriously wrong with me." Scott argued.
"I know! You're a werewolf!" Stiles growled in a sarcastically menacing way. Scott glared back at him. "Okay, obviously I'm kidding. But if you see me in shop class trying to melt all the silver I can find, it's cause Friday's a full moon."Scott didn't seem to be paying to much attention to what Stiles was saying and Nina was too busy mourning her shoes to really notice anything that was going on around her.
"No, I could've sworn this was it." Scott said as he looked down at the ground on his feet. "I saw the body, the deer came running. I dropped my inhaler."He crouched down to search through the dead leaves that covered the ground like a crunch blanket.
"Maybe the killer moved the body." Stiles offered. Scott went back to searching the ground. "If he did, I hope he left my inhaler." Scott mumbled. "Those things are like 80 bucks."
Nina who had been standing off to the side, mad about her shoes, was the first to notice the man all clad in black. She let out a startled yelp, making Stiles and Scott notice him as well. Nina felt her face heat up as the man's baby blue eyes grazed over her. She took this chance to study him more closely. There was only one word to describe that man; sexy. He had a strong jaw, with high cheek bones and sunken cheeks. His all black clothing gave him an air of mystery and made Nina's heart speed up.
Her breath caught in her throat as the man marched over to them, making the distance between them shrink. "What are you doing here?" his gruff, husky, deep voice vibrated through every nerve in her body and Nina felt her knees go weak. She placed a hand on a tree trunk to keep herself steady if not she was surely to keel over any second. Stiles stood there rubbing a hand through his semi-dark hair while Scott merely stared at the man. "This is private property." the leather jacket wearing, piece of man candy informed them. He sent a hard glance Nina's way and once again she felt her heart start up a storm, by the end of the day she was sure she'd have a stroke.
Stiles seemed to be the only one of the three to be able to form a sentence at the moment. "Uh, sorry man, we didn't know." Scott nodded. "Yeah, we were just looking for something, but..." The man raised an eyebrow waiting for an answer as Scott trailed off. "Uh, forget it." The man tossed something to Scott and turned around walking away. Scott looked down at his hand, feeling the soft plastic of his inhaler, then back to the man's retreating form.
Both boys turned to look at Nina as she let out a loud sigh. They both raised an eyebrow at her. "He's gorgeous!" she breathed out dramatically placing a hand on her chest. Both boys rolled their eyes, they'd never be able to understand that girl. "Alright, come on, guys, I gotta get to work." Scott said deciding to ignore his twins lovestruck attitude. Stiles didn't move, that guy seemed so familiar, but, I couldn't be who he was thinking, could it? "Guys, that was Derek Hale." Stiles stopped Scott as he was about to turn around and his twin appeared at his side. "You guys remember, right? He's only a few years older than us." Nina looked back to where Derek had left. "He's hot as hell." she mumbled lowly. Only Scott seemed to have heard her cause his head snapped to her and he sent her a look she really couldn't quite pinpoint. So, she did what she'd normally do; shrug.
Scott and Nina focused back on the adder-all hyped Stiles. "Remember what?" they asked. Stiles looked at them in disbelief. "His family." he waved his arms around frantically, yet still the twins had no clue about what he was talking about. "They all burned to death in a fire, like, ten years ago." The twins shared a look. "I wonder what he's doing back." Scott wondered allowed as Stiles let out a scoff. He paused for a second before going off to the side and walking away. "Come on." he said and the twins followed after him.
Nina sighed for the umpteenth time that night. She was so bored! Scott was too busy at the vet clinic and Stiles was at home doing god-knows-what. So that only left her, home alone, in the middle of a thunderstorm watching old reruns of 'I dream of Jeanie.' She thought back to the days event-school was boring, Scott's lacrosse practice was mind-blowing to say the least, then there was the meeting with Derek Hale in the woods.
The guy was gorgeous, there was no doubt about that. His piercing greenish/blue eyes could possibly kill a person with just one look. Nina let a foolish grin grace her pouty pink lips.
But she quickly let her thoughts transfer over to her twin. She wondered what he was doing, how he was feeling, if the bite was bothering him, if he had changed his bandages... All in all she was worried about him-though she'd never admit that out loud, at least not in front of Stiles; she didn't want to kill him with her "mushy feelings" as he had called it ever since they were little.
Shrugging off everything she continued to watch the reruns though the nagging feeling remained in the back of her mind and as much as she tried to fight it off, there was always that faint little reminder.
A few hours later, Nina was in the kitchen scavenging the cabinet for food, when Scott finally got home. Nina quickly rushed out of the kitchen only to be met with a soaking wet twin who had a goofy grin plastered on his face, his eyes weren't even focused. "What the hell is wrong with you?" she asked grabbing his face, turning it side to side inspecting his whole face. He slowly looked up and met a pair of warm brown eyes identical to his own. "I have a date with Allison." he said dreamily.
Scott still couldn't believe it, she had said yes-she actually said yes! "Aw~ my little Scotty is growing up!" his sisters voice shook him out of his daydream. Scott rolled his eyes, the smile never leaving his face. "I'm going to go to bed." he laughed as he stomped all the way up the stairs. "Good night, Scotty poo!" he heard Nina call out behind him. "I love you too, sis." he called back as he went to his room, showered and plopped down on to his bed, still giddy and thinking of Allison.
Nina walked through the empty hallways of Beacon Hills High looking for her brother-who was acting stranger than Johnny Depp in Edward Scissorhands. That morning they had found him in the neighbors pool. Of course, their mother Melissa McCall, didn't even want to know what was going on as she left for work that morning. Nina, on the other hand, was dying of laughter as she saw her brother appear at the front door of their house, soaking wet and in nothing but his boxers. It was safe to say there was plenty of taunting going on through out the day, especially once Nina spilled the beans to Stiles. The two of them made sure to take a few jabs at him any chance they got throughout the day.
Now though, she was looking for said twin who had managed to escape from her side. As she turned the corner she found her brother and Jackson of all people, talking. She quickly inched closer to the lockers so she wouldn't be noticed. "Where are you getting your juice?" she heard Jackson ask her brother slowly. She frowned, what the hell was Jackson talking about. "My mom does all the grocery shopping." Scott said and Nina felt like smacking herself in the face. And again, this, was why she was the smart twin. She listened in as Jackson, all pissed because her brother had kicked his ass on the field yesterday, asked Scott if he was on steroids.
But, being as slow as he was it took Scott a few extra seconds to realize what Jackson was talking about. "Oh, you mean steroids." Nina peeked out from behind the lockers. "Are you on steroids?" Scott asked Jackson which must've pissed him off because the next thing Nina knew, Jackson had her brother by the collar of his shirt, pinned against the lockers.
Nina rushed out from behind the lockers and over towards her brother and Jackson-both still hadn't noticed her arrival. It was times like this that she was glad she had traded in the blouse, skirt, and heels this morning for black skinnys, a white plain button down, and all black high top converse. She watched as Jackson, semi-threatened her brother and then banged the locker next to Scott's head with his fist. Jackson turned and began walking away only to run in to the other McCall who looked just about ready to devour his soul with the look she was giving him.
Jackson sized Nina up and down as he passed by her, but didn't say anything. Nina marched up to the still dumbfounded Scott.
"You okay?" she asked. Scott nodded. He turned to look at his sister. "What is happening to me?" it was a rhetorical question, she knew that so all Nina did was give her brother a hug. It was all she could do for him now.
"It was a wolf." Nina heard Stiles-clad in his lacrosse uniform-mumble as he watched her brother run out into the field. She walked up to him. "What wolf, Stiles?" she asked.
Stiles swerved around in his usual spastic way and came face to face with Nina, he sighed. "Well at least one of you will listen to me." Nina's eyebrow shot up. Stiles dismissed it. "The lab got the results from the body, they found wolf hair on it."
"Wolf?"
"That's what they said."
"Stiles that..." Nina trailed off as realization dawned on her. Wolf hair. Did that mean that Scott could've been bitten by a wolf? "That means, Scott may have gotten bit by a wolf."
Stiles' eyes widened for a second but he laughed it off. "What do you think Scott could be a werewolf or something?" Nina sent him a pointed look. "Nin," he said using her old nickname. "I know you're worried but trust me Scott is fine." Nina nodded but she still didn't look too convinced.
"Okay." Nina nodded. "Good luck, Stiles." Nina sat on the bench and watched as a whole bunch of guys began to play lacrosse. Stiles joined her a few minutes later. She watched as Jackson deliberately went after her brother and tackled him to the ground in just the first five minutes. She groaned. That asshole was just after her brother because he was jealous-yes, even in her head it sounded childish, but, that was her brother; she had no choice but to defend him. Her eyes widened in shock as her brother flipped-literally-over three guys and shot the ball right through the goalies legs. She glanced over at Stiles, and they shared a shocked look.
They watched as Finstock, the lacrosse coach, called Scott over and told Scott he had made first line. Everyone cheered from the bleachers and as happy as Nina was for her brother she was in way too much shock to cheer for him. She figured she'd make up for it by baking him some chocolate chip cookies at home. Stiles was just as shocked as she was, and for once in his life he was speechless.
"Hey Stiles." Nina smiled as Stiles oh-so-gracefully opened the door to his room. "Cookie?" she offered holding up the saran wrap covered plate of chocolate chip cookies. Stiles sighed and ignored Nina's offer for cookies. "Get in." he said as he shoved the twins inside his messy room-and messy was something Stiles couldn't normally handle. "You two gotta see this thing." He ran around his room sifting through books and papers like a chicken with it's head cut off. Nina and Scott sat on Stiles' bed, Nina munching away on chocolate chip cookies while Scott was smiling like an idiot. "Ive been up all night , books. All this information."
Scott chuckled. "How much Adderall have you had today?"
Stiles who was now sitting on his computer chair swiveled around to face the two McCalls. "A lot. Doesn't matter. Okay, just listen." Stiles didn't seem like himself, he looked nervous as hell, he was jumpy and more spastic than usual. And that was something to worry about. Scott though was way too high up in cloud nine to notice, Nina though quickly caught on. "Oh, is this about the body? Did they found out who did it?" Scott asked as he sifted through his bag not really too interested in what his friend had to say. "No, they're still questioning people, even Derek Hale."
Nina perked up as she heard Derek's name slip through Stiles' lips. Ever since the encounter in the woods, the delicious piece of man candy has invaded her every thought and dream. "The hunk from the woods?" she breathed out.
Both boys looked over at her, but as usual decided to ignore her comment. Stiles spazzed out again. "Yeah! Yes. But that's not it, okay?" Scott looked unfazed. "What then?"
"Remember the joke from the other day? Not a joke anymore." Stiles said looking over at Nina and instantly the younger McCall felt her heart drop. "The wolf. The bite in the woods. I started doing all this reading. Do you even know why a wolf howls?" Stiles was looking directly at Scott who didn't even seem to know what was going on-as usual. "Should I?" Scott asked. Stiles leaped off his chair. "It's a signal, okay? When a wolf's alone, it howls to signal it's location to the rest of the pack. So if you heard a wolf howling, that means others could've been nearby. Maybe even a whole pack of 'em."
"A whole pack of wolves?" the twins repeated in that creepy, perfect unison they somehow managed to pull off without even trying. "No, werewolves." Stiles chocked out. Nina felt her skin crawl, for once she and Stiles were thinking the same thing, too bad it wasn't too much of a good thing.
Nina flinched when she saw her brother rise up off the edge of Stiles' bed. "Are you seriously wasting my time with this? You guys know I'm picking up Allison in an hour." Scott said picking up his book bag. Nina quickly rose up and stood between her brother and Stiles. She wasn't sure what had gotten into Scott but if Stiles' theory was correct and Scott got mad at them, they could easily become wolf food. "We saw you on the field today, Scott." Stiles put a hand on his friends chest to stop him from going anywhere. "Okay, what you did wasn't just amazing, all right? It was-"
"It was impossible." Nina interrupted. "Yeah, so I made a good shot." Scott mumbled looking away from his baby sister and making his way for the door. Stiles was quick to stop the moving Scott. "No, you made an incredible shot, I mean the way you moved, your speed, your reflexes." Stiles pulled the book bag out of Scott's hand and setting it down on the bed. "People can't just suddenly do that overnight. And then there's the vision, and the senses-" again Nina interrupted Stiles. "You don't even need your inhaler anymore." she told her brother.
"Okay!" Scott yelled. "Guys I can't even think about this now. We'll talk tomorrow."
This time both Nina and Stiles spazzed out. "Tomorrow?" Nina repeated incredulously. "What? No!" Stiles yelled from behind her. "The full moon's tonight. Don't you get it?"
"What are you guys trying to do? I just made first line." Scott argued his voice getting higher and higher as he got madder and madder. "I got a date with a girl who I can't believe wants to go out with me," "Neither can I." Nina mumbled under her breath. "and everything in my life is somehow perfect. Why are you guys trying to ruin it?" Nina stood in front of her brother as Stiles sat back down on his chair. "We're trying to help." she told her brother.
They couldn't believe Scott wasn't taking them seriously, though they couldn't really blame him the whole thing sounded crazy. But, it was a matter of life and death, and they had to make Scott see the truth-hopefully, before he kills anyone-or more importantly-one of them.
"You're cursed, Scott." Stiles said from behind Nina."You know, it's not just the moon that will cause you to physically change. It also just so happens to be when your bloodlust will be at it's peak."
"Bloodlust?" Scott said still not believing either one of the people in front of him. "Your urge to kill." Nina explained, looking up at her brother with a serious look on her face. "I'm already starting to feel an urge to kill, Nina." Nina rolled her eyes, but she couldn't ignore the shiver that crawled dangerously slow down her spine. "You gotta hear this." Stiles swiveled back to face the Macbook on his desk. He reached over and grabbed a worn out red, hardcover book. "The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse." Stiles quoted the book. "All right? I haven't seen anything raise you r pulse like Allison does." Nina frowned at Stiles. "I beg to differ, I piss him off all the time." she informed them and Scott rolled his eyes. If there was anything Nina was good at, it was pissing him off. Stiles shook his head. "Anyways, you gotta cancel this date." he said as tossed the book over to the side and rose from the chair.
"I'm gonna call her right now." Stiles said as he quickly began searching through Scott's book bag. "Nina help me." Nina went over to Stiles' side and began searching Scott's book bag too. "What are you guys doing?" Scott yelled from behind them. "Canceling your date." Nina said not bothering to look up at her brother and instead focusing on finding his phone.
Stiles found it and crossed in front of Scott, phone in hand ready to dial Allison and cancel the date. "No, give it to me!" Scott yelled as he shoved Stiles into the wall with tremendous strength. Nina pulled on Scott's arm. "Scott! What the hell!" she exclaimed only to be roughly shoved into the wall behind her. She let out a shriek as a searing pain burned it's way down her back. She looked up. Scott had Stiles pinned to the wall, his fist up and ready to throw a punch. His breathing was short and coming out in puffs. He growled and swung his arm behind him and knocked over Stiles' computer chair.
Scott felt himself calm as he looked from Stiles to his sister and back to the computer chair. "I'm sorry." Scott panted looking at Stiles, he couldn't face his sister. "I gotta go get ready for that party." he stammered. Scott walked over to Stiles' bed and grabbed his book bag. He looked back at his friend and his sister. Nina wasn't looking at him and he instantly felt a pang of guilt hit him in his chest. Stiles only glanced up at him. "I'm sorry." he breathed out and marched out of his friend's room.
The door shut and Stiles banged his head softly on the wall. He quickly moved and stood the chair upright. Once he turned it around he saw the three scratch marks that had peeled through the leather. He looked over to Nina who had also seen the marks and was staring at him wide-eyed. They had to stop Scott or things would get deadly.
Nina watched from Scott's room door as her brother walked out of his bathroom only to be met by their mother. He jumped and gripped onto the towel wrapped around his waist from the shock. She listened in on their conversation, highly uninterested. Her mind kept replying that afternoon's event, she touched her shoulder light, where she had hit the wall after Scott shoved her into it; a bruise had started to form.
"And be sure to take your sister too." Her mother's voice snapped her out of her thoughts. She looked up to find her mother and brother staring intently at her.
Nina glared at her brother. She wasn't mad that he had shoved her into a wall, but, she did fear for her life, and the only way for her to feel even a bit safe was to stay away from her brother. "No thanks." she sneered looking straight at her brother. "I already have a ride." With that she turned and walked back into her room to get ready for the party. She didn't bother wasting too much thought on her outfit since the only reason she was even going to that party was to keep an eye on Scott-after much persuasion and black mailing on Stiles' part. She quickly picked out the first thing she saw.
She ended up in tight black skinny leg pants, a white, high low tank top that showed a bit of her mid-drift, her favorite leather jacket-which she preferred to leave unzipped and rolled up the sleeves to her elbows- and her all black heeled booties. Nina let her soft brown waves hang loosely down her back. Just as she finished getting ready she saw Scott stop in front of her door, the twins merely shared a look and Scott walked away a sad look on his face. He regretted everything that had happened earlier that day, but he knew he had to let his sister blow off some steam. Eventually they'd be okay and everything would be back to normal.
Nina watched her brother's retreating back before turning towards her vanity mirror. She slipped on the silver chain necklace with a silver S charm that Scott had given her on their thirteenth birthday. He had an identical one, except instead of an S his held an N. Something to remind them that no matter what they'd always have one another.
A few minutes later Stiles arrived at her house and the two of them were off to the party, hoping to get there before Scott did anything he might regret.
Stiles and Nina fought their way through the crowded house. This party was filled to the brim with people, there were teenagers everywhere. On the stairs, crowded in the halls and just about every room in the house not to mention the backyard-where the pool was glistening in the moon light. Nina squeezed through people, occasionally shoving someone who just refused to move. Nina turned to Stiles-who was fighting his way through the crowd right behind her. "You look for him in here, I'll check outside!" she shouted over the deafening music.
Stiles only had a chance to nod before he lost sight of Nina and was swept up by the crowd. He sighed and ran his hands through his short hair. Time to find Scott.
Nina managed to make it outside without any major damages from the savages in the house, she looked around the semi-large backyard, there weren't that many people outside-compared to the inside of the house. She caught sight of her brother's shaggy brown hair and the dreadful brown coat jacket he had decided to wear. Next to him was Allison-who looked just about as uncomfortable as Nina felt.
The younger McCall stealthily moved closer to her other half, but she was still out of sight-at least from Scott and Allison. She saw her brother's shoulders stiffen and his eyes focus on something across the pool. Nina's heart quickened it's pace as she saw none other than Derek Hale in all his Grecian-god-look-a-like glory standing there completely unnoticed.
Derek was having a stare down with her brother, but, Nina's felt her cheeks set ablaze as his light eyes grazed her face. She blinked-it was only a millisecond \-but when she opened her eyes, he was gone. She shook her head trying to clear her thoughts. Maybe she had imagined everything? She watched her brother, bored out of her freaking mind, for a few minutes as he danced with Allison. She was so distracted with her internal complaining of her boredom, she almost didn't notice as Scott started groaning in pain and he walked away from Allison.
Nina was quickly on her feet and she ran up to her brother's crush. "Allison! Have you seen Scott?" she asked not really looking at the girl and scanning the crowd for her twin. Allison looked to where Scott had left then back to his sister. "He said he'd be right back, but, he didn't look too good." Nina felt her blood run cold. "Is he all right?" Allison asked and Nina shrugged. "I don't know, I have to find him." Allison watched as Nina made her way through the crowd and she rushed after the other girl.
The two girls were right after Scott as they saw him stumble through the front door and down the steps. Both of them went a bit down the drive way as they saw a panting Scott stumble into the car and drive away. "What the hell!" Nina exclaimed as she watched her brother drive away.
"Nina, Allison." a voice came from behind the two girls. Nina's heart sped up as she saw Derek Hale just a few feet away from where she and Allison stood. "I'm a friend of Scott's." Nina knew that was a lie, but, he was so gorgeous she was willing to let that slide. "He asked me to take you guys home." Nina and Allison glanced at each other slightly. Derek smiled at them and Nina felt her knees go weak. "My name's Derek."
Allison didn't look so sure but nodded, either way. "O-Okay, thanks." she said and turned to her date's twin. "Are you coming Nina?" Nina resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Of course I am! He's gorgeous! She wanted to yell at the top of her lungs, but at least she had some self-control and refrained herself from doing that. "Yeah." she smiled at Allison and both of them followed Derek over to an all black Camaro.
Nina's heart sped up. Even his car was hot, what was with this guy? How could any person in the world be so perfect? It just wasn't fair, he was too good to be true.
Allison got in first and settled in the backseat of Derek's car leaving Nina-who was feeling like a nervous wreck-in the front seat. Next to Derek. Next to a gorgeous man hunk. Next to a man that she wanted so bad. But at the same time knew her chances were slightly less than impossible. But that didn't mean they couldn't have fun, right? She smirked to herself and looked at Derek's form through her peripheral, there was nothing wrong with staring either.
Allison's house was the first stop since it was closer. Nina hopped out of the car and pulled the passenger seat forward to let Allison out of the Camaro. The taller girl smiled at her, a bit awkwardly, but Nina couldn't blame her. "Thanks for the ride." Allison said as she leaned down and stared into the car at Derek-who simply nodded with a tight-lipped smile. Nina stood outside watching Allison as she walked up her drive way. "Allison!" she called out. Allison turned around and stared at the younger McCall. Nina swallowed the lump that was beginning to form in her throat. "Please, don't hate him. I know it may seem like he blew you off, but he didn't." Nina sighed. "There's just a lot going on with him, but he really likes you, so please, don't be mad at him."
Allison was shocked to say the least. The last thing that she expected was to hear that from Nina, especially since they hadn't really talked. But, she did appreciate it, so she let a smile grace her lips. "Okay. Thanks." she said and turned around walking into her house feeling better than she had before.
Nina hopped back into the car and sat through the silent and nerve-wrecking car ride. She kept glancing over at him her heart speeding up with every glance, she wanted to say something, but she had absolutely no idea what to say. In the end she said nothing and just ended up with a knot deep in her stomach that made her unbearably nauseous. She felt like a coward, she was shaking in her skin, and she was absolutely sure Derek could hear her heart beating-hell, all of Beacon Hills could probably hear it. She let out a sigh. "Why'd you pick me up from the party?" Nina asked, her voice cracking slightly. She didn't dare look at him so she conformed with staring straight ahead, out of the windshield.
Derek said nothing. He didn't even look at her, he just kept driving. Nina glanced at him once more before turning back to face the front.
After what seemed like an eternity in awkward silence, Nina felt the car slow down. "We're here." Derek's deep voice vibrated through her chest and her heart raced out of her chest at light speed. She looked around and found herself sitting, in Derek's car, in her drive way. "You know where I live?" The words slipped out of her mouth before she had even realized what she said. She looked over at Derek a flinched when she saw his light green eyes gazing at her intently. She felt like she was being stalked by a predator, but it excited her. She felt the blush spread on her cheeks as she realized she had been staring. "Uh, thanks, for the ride." she stammered and quickly hopped out of the car. Before she could close the door she heard Derek call out to her. "Nina." She almost melted at the sound of her name coming out of his delicious-looking mouth. She turned around to face him. "Be careful." was all he said to her but the excitement still managed to bubble up at the pit of her stomach.
Somehow managing to keep herself from jumping Derek and doing all sorts of naughty things to him Nina simply nodded and gave him a half smile before shutting his car door and trudging up her porch to her front door. By the time she turned around he was already gone. She smiled to herself and made her way inside, her mother was at work so she didn't have to worry about being yelled at, Scott-seeing as how their mother's car was parked outside-must've been home. "Scott?" Nina called out as she jogged up the stairs towards her brother's room.
There was no answer. "Scott!" she yelled as she burst through the door of her brothers room. She didn't find her brother but what she did find was a spastic Stiles freaking out looking out the window. "Stiles? What are you doing?" She exclaimed.
Stiles' eyes widened in shock and surprise and a bit of relief? "Nina!" he exclaimed marching over to her and grabbing her by the arms. "What happened? With you and Allison and Derek!" Nina stared at her best friend completely confused. "Derek gave Allison and I a ride home, why?" Stiles' eyes widened in shock.
"Scott thinks Derek is the one who bit him."
Nina shrugged. "So?"
"He went after Derek! And I think the full moon changed him."
Both Nina and Stiles stared at each other, each one of them scared out of their minds. Nina, as she usually did when she was nervous, reached for her necklace to fiddle with only to find it wasn't there. She didn't waste too much time thinking as she thought back to Scott, there was nothing she or Stiles could do except wait and prey nothing bad happened.
"I'm going to go check on Allison, then go look for Scott, be careful and lock all your doors and windows." Stiles warned her . Nina simply nodded and Stiles wrapped her in a hug, he knew she was nervous, hell so was he but he could at least try to make her feel a bit better.
"Wait!" He was almost out the door when Nina's voice stopped him. "I'm going with you."
"Where the hell is he!" Nina exclaimed. She was just about ready to rip out her hair out. The sun had already risen and there was still no sign of Scott. "I don't know! Why are you yelling at me for?" Stiles exclaimed. They were both highly on edge and Scott being missing didn't help their cause thankfully, Allison was at home when they checked up on her, though Nina never doubted that she would be there. After all, she had seen Derek drop her off. They had been driving all night and Nina hadn't been able to get a wink of sleep.
"Isn't that Scott?" Stiles asked as he stopped by the side of the road. Sure enough, there was Scott, shirtless, shoeless and walking down the road. No one said a thing as Scott jumped into the passenger and Nina transferred to the backseat. There was a few moments of silence as Stiles began to drive away. Finally Nina just couldn't hold it in and she smacked her brother in the back of the head. Repeatedly. "Ow!" Scott yelped, gripping his head. "What was that for?" Nina was just about ready to rip her brother's head off. "Do you have any idea how worried I was about you?" She smacked the back of his head again. "We've been out all night looking for you, I haven't gotten any sleep, and you're here asking me why I hate you?" They fell back into silence.
"You know what actually worries me the most?" Scott asked after several moments. "If you say Allison, I'm gonna punch you in the head." Nina warned her finger pointed directly in Scott's face. Stiles nodded in agreement. "She probably hates me now." Scott groaned, gripping the blanket Stiles had given him closer to himself. Nina rolled her eyes and landed a hard punch on her brothers head. Scott groaned and glared at his twin over his shoulder. She shrugged. "I warned you I'd punch you." Nina rolled her eyes as Stiles and her brother had their bromance moment, and stayed quiet in the back of the jeep.
Nina went up to her brother as school ended, as usual, Scott was dressed in his lacrosse uniform. She watched as he looked forward waving at a red SUV that was driving away. Her brother had told her and Stiles everything that had happened in the woods, his fight with Derek, the hunters showing up, Derek saving him-everything. "What's wrong with you? You look like you just saw a ghost or something." She commented as she sipped on her hot chocolate that she had forced Stiles to go buy for her.
Scott didn't look at her, he just kept staring forward at the spot where the car had been. "Allison's dad is a hunter. He's the one who shot me." Nina's eyes bulged out of her head. The twins glanced at each other and then back to the spot where Allison's dads car had been. This was bad.