HELLO READERS! So this is a sequel to Royals (and yes, I'm doing a thing with Lorde songs) and it can be read alone, but just think canonically while you do. You'll probably be confused if you don't read Royals, but I recommend you do to save yourself a headache. Anyways, this chapter is a bit slow to begin with, but this is easily one of my favorite seasons. I'm not gonna lie, I was confused whenever I first saw the episodes because of the whole sacrificing rituals and emissaries and druids, but now I get it and am ready to put it in writing!

Okay, I'll shut up now so you guys can read and hopefully review!

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf or any other recognizable items otherwise I wouln't be a broke college student, amirite kids?

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

I groggily rolled over and cracked one eye open as it stared up at the ceiling. If I turn off the alarm clock that means The Man would win this battle. And by The Man I mean school, standard werewolf duties, and it also means the official end of summer.

Four months.

Four blissful months of tanning, hanging out by the pool, sleeping in, and most importantly, I did absolutely nothing. And yes I count ignoring and avoiding Derek the entire time nothing. It takes a lot to avoid him and already knew I was gonna get torn into when I got back into town. So I prolonged my stay in Arizona by any means possible. Although, I'm pretty sure my mom was trying to push me out of her house because I kept trying to set her up with someone. All the woman did was work and she deserved a little something something on the side, right? Unfortunately, she only buried herself into more work. Oh, well. Criminals can't defend themselves. I mean they can but it wouldn't pan out to well if they didn't have a lawyer defending them. Stiles wasn't too thrilled about me continuously extending my stay, but he did manage to come and hide out with me for a week. I'm sure he was terrified of my mom the entire time, but I'm even surer that that was her goal. The second he got back in Beacon Hills, Derek was all over him. Luckily he kept it simple and said I was safe and hadn't killed anyone.

My phone began vibrating and I rolled over to answer it without checking the caller ID. I answered the phone with something that sounded close enough to the word 'Hello.'

"Wow, you sound thrilled to be talking to me," Stiles answered in a flat tone. I rubbed my eyes as the alarm continued to loudly go off. "Charlie, is—is that your alarm clock going off right now?"

"Mhm," I mumbled, rolling back on my back to stare at the ceiling. "If I turn it off it means the end."

"The end of what?"

"My life," I sighed dramatically. Stiles muttered an almost undistinguishable 'oh my god' that I refused to ignore. "You wouldn't understand, it's a secret."

"It's a secret, or I wouldn't understand?"

"You would understand, Stiles; it's a secret," I repeated cryptically. I heard shuffling on my end of the phone before Stiles spoke again. This time he was louder and clearer.

"Okay, no time for riddles this morning, Char. Get up, get dressed, meet me at school, and for the love of god turn that damn alarm clock off," he spewed. I rolled my eyes and balled my hand into a fist. I slammed my hand down near the general direction of my alarm clock. There was a crash followed by the remains of my clock hitting the ground. After silence on the other end of my phone, I smirked.

"You didn't."

"Oh, but I did," I boasted. "Besides you're wake-up call is ten times better than that screeching hot mess."

"Good, because I'm your new and improved alarm clock that you can't smash to death and there's nothing you can do about it, Daehler, so get up," he said with confidence. I opened to mouth to tell him that was up otherwise he's talking to something other she-wolf named Charlotte Daehler. "And I mean get up out of bed, I know you're awake."

"You're good, Stilinksi."

"That's what they tell me," he quipped. I sat up in my bed and promptly threw the warm covers off.

"I'll see you at school, okay?"

"See ya."

I hung up the phone and tossed it on my bed beside me. I took in my new room around me which was still weird to wake up to. While I was gone, my mom suggested that my dad and I move to a smaller place. After all, it was just the two us anyways. I was a bit skeptical about moving around after what happened, but was immediately won over once I found out the only thing I had to do was pack up my room. All I did was bribe Isaac, Scott and Stiles with promises of pizza and video games. Thank god for simple boys.

I literally rolled out of bed and somersaulted into a classic ninja roll. Maybe, just maybe Derek's dramatics had rubbed off of me a bit. Or maybe that was just may of coping after not seeing him for so long.

Nah, that's not it.

Once I landed on my feet, I was fully awake and headed to the bathroom to shower where my things and my things only were occupying the space which was still weird to see too. Wrapped in a towel, I headed back into my room and shifted through the closet until I found something suitable. Jeans and a t-shirt. Totally didn't see that coming, right?

I'm more than positive that Lydia would cringe the second she saw me, but there was literally nothing she could. Plus kicking ass is a lot easier when you're jeans and a t-shirt. Unfortunately, the weather was on my T.V. as mostly background noise and I was forced to change into something more weather appropriate because of the cooler temperature. I headed back to my closet and ran a hand through my damp hair. I decided to keep the jeans and held up a grey oversized sweater with narrowed eyes. "If I had to fight someone while wearing this, could I kick ass?" I asked aloud. After deciding yes, I quickly got dressed and let my hair fall in its natural waves. I sprayed it lightly to avoid resembling a troll doll and checked the time. Seeing that I was already running late, I quickly slid on my black Converse and grabbed my backpack, keys, phone, and headed out the door.

I had almost forgotten where I was for a split second when I emerged from inside only to be meet with a hallway of the apartment complex. I locked the door behind me and headed to the elevator.

I slung my car into a parking spot and almost took a couple of kids out in the process. I caught Scott and Stiles as they were heading to English. I easily caught up with them and sent tapped on their backs simultaneously. I would have done the classic cover-someone-eyes-and make-them-guess trick, but I was a prime cautionary tale of doing that to a werewolf. Let's just say I accidently put a grown man in the hospital. Well, he turned out to be my uncle's brother best friend. But hey, how was I supposed to know that if last time I saw when I was just a baby? Please forgive my 6 month old memory. "Guess who?"

"Charlie?" Scott asked, stopping and spinning around. He scanned me up and down quickly and reached to hug me. I quickly returned the gesture with a tight squeeze. I did the same with Stiles and lingered a bit as we sent each other sly smiles. "How are you? How was your summer?"

"Pretty good," I nodded with a slight blush, gripping my backpack. "Yours?"

"It was okay, I guess. Pretty placid," he grinned. His smile was contagious as I too smiled. I looked to Stiles who was nodding in approval.

"He's been studying for the PSAT's."

"It shows, buddy," I agreed with a nod. We began walking to class as a group. "You talk to Allison any?" Scott and Stiles both shared a look before diverting their attention. God, these two were horrible at keeping secrets from someone. Especially from me. I'm betting on myself to figure it out before the school day is over.

"Hey, Charlie," Stiles attempted to deflect. "I'm loving the tan. You're practically as Mexican as Scott now."

My hand automatically went up to swat Stiles square in the chest. A gust of air left his lung in response and he let out a loud groan. I couldn't tell if he was being dramatic or if I actually did hurt way I didn't regret it. Once we got to the classroom, we took seats next to each other in different rows. I was directly next to the window and Stiles was stuck in the middle while Lydia was sitting in front of me staring into her compact mirror. "Cute outfit," she complimented without looking away from her reflection.

"Thanks," I grinned, tugging at the bottom of my sweater as I sat down. Stiles had watched the whole interaction and was now blatantly staring at me. Stiles and I had a complicated relationship. And I know people who say that generally aren't together, but our relationship was genuinely complicated. We would act like a couple one second, and then would completely flip the script the next. I know for a fact I could be moody, but I still can't tell if Stiles patience for my moodiness was wearing off.

But since the summer was completely drama free (aside from that one time I almost killed this guy in the woods. I decided that I was ready to be with Stiles. The thought itself made my palms sweaty and I started bouncing my leg up and down from the nerves. Scott shot me look from over Stiles. He mouthed the words 'are you okay?'

"I'm copacetic," I nodded and shot him a thumbs up. I mentally rolled my eyes at hearing my own heart betray me. He blinked with a frown on his face and leaned toward my direction to ask another question until my eyes shot over to the door. His eyes followed my line of vision to where Allison was nervously scanning the room for an empty seat. Having no choice, she walked to the only empty seat that was in front of Scott. I folded my hands to place them under my chin and watched the awkward interaction with narrowed eyes. They were all definitely hiding something from me.

Hopefully English wouldn't be too hard this year. Rumor has it that it's pretty much reading novels and showing up. It sounds easy enough, but then again everything does sounds easy in the beginning and then it goes to shit. Ugh. I'm trying to be more optimistic about things considering my anger was still my anchor. But now that I was back in town, I could be moody to people who deserved it.

A chorus of vibrating and beeping began in the room brought me out of my thoughts. I checked my phone as everyone else did and read the message from an unknown number.

The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds and the tranquil waterway, leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed somber under—

"An overcast sky, seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness," a young woman quoted. "This is the last line to the first book we are going to read. It is also the last text you will receive in this class. Phones off, everyone," she ordered. My guess was that she was the new English teacher. Pretty cool way to enter class on the first day I guess, but what I'm really concerned about is how she got everyone's number. I shut off my phone and shoved it in my pocket. Soon after class started, Scott was excused and rushed out of the classroom. Ms. Blake rushed after him and gave him a very short-lived lecture about attendance.

Already growing bored, I twirled my wavy hair around my finger and began gazing out of the window. In the sky there was giant flock of birds circling the school. I frowned up and the scene and was practically hanging on the edge of my seat trying to get a better view. There was an awful feeling in the pit of stomach that something bad was about to happen. I could be rusty. I hadn't had the feeling in months and the first time it comes back is when a flock of birds are circling above the school.

"Mrs. Daehler, can you tell me the birthplace of Joseph Conrad?" M. Blake called out. I whipped my head toward her and quickly slid back into my seat. I looked over at Stiles who looked just as confused as I did. Allison was reading ahead in the novel we were just assigned. I glanced at Lydia who was staring at me expectantly. "Berdychiv, Ukraine," she practically mouthed loud enough only for me to pick up. I blinked slowly in confusion and hoped to god I was going to pronounce this right.

"Berty-chive, Ukraine?" I cringed, tilting my head. Lydia let out a short sigh while a few students laughed. Ms. Blake opened her mouth to correct me, I'm sure, but was cut off by a bird flying into the window. I whipped my head to where the blood was left over. I quickly stood up to the window and looked up to see the giant flock of birds flying toward the windows.

"Get down, everyone! Get down, down," Ms. Blake yelled. Because I waited so soon to get down, I crouched down with my back facing the wall and felt feathers and glass crash over me. I didn't want to move because of Birdnado happening right now so I was forced to stay pinned against the wall with my arms covering my head. I tried my best to ignore all the racing heartbeats, screams, and the screeching noises being emitted from the birds.

Terror was radiating from everyone until it disappeared when it became eerily silent. My deduction was that the terror was coming from the birds and not everyone else who were just scared and flustered. Slowly, I removed my arms from their spot around my head. I stood up as the glass fell off and shattered even more. I frowned as I began to shake some pieces from my hair. The classroom was covered in paper, feathers, birds, and glass.

"Charlotte, are you okay?" Ms. Blake asked with a terrified look on her face. I nodded and walked over to Stiles and Lydia who were wearing matching surprised faces.

"You guys okay?" They both nodded in sync while dusting themselves off. Allison was separated and digging through her bag for her phone. I continued picking the glass and feathers out of my hair the best I could. "I have no idea what that was, but all I know is that those birds were terrified," I sighed. Lydia and Stiles both shared a look and then looked back to me. "What? What is it that you're not telling me?"

They shared another look before they each took a step toward me. "Last night a deer ran straight into Lydia's car," Stiles whispered.

"So what? Deer run into cars all the time," I reasoned with furrowed eyebrows.

"He ran straight into my windshield," Lydia explained. "Head on like we weren't even there."

"We?"

"Allison and I."

"So a deer ran straight into your windshield?" I repeated with confusion in my voice. "What does that have to do with the birds?"

"Scott said it was scared," Lydia said with hesitation.

"Terrified actually," Stiles corrected. "And Lydia's dog bit her."

"Has she, er, he? Ever bit you?"

"She, and no."

I bit my lip in thought. "Maybe we should ask Derek?"

"No, absolutely not," Stiles argued, shaking his head and stepping back.

"Why not? He might know what the hell is going on," I protested. "Plus, I sort of owe him an explanation."

"You're expanding on your worst idea, Char."

"Okay, Stiles," Lydia interrupted. "Call Scott and let him know what just happened. And you," she pointed. "Let me fix your hair because it's starting to resemble an actual bird's nest." I narrowed my eyes at Lydia who grabbed my wrist and led me to her bag and where her desk once was. "What too soon?"

I lifted an eyebrow in response and sat down in a desk. Allison was deep in a conversation with her dad while Lydia began picking out the missed glass shards and feathers. She hummed to herself while braiding a fishtail braid and let it fall over my shoulder once she was done. I nodded in an approving manner once I saw the end result. "How'd you do this?"

"Practice." Lydia simply shrugged. "I could teach you if you want."

"Sure," I agreed with a shrug of my own. I didn't have anything to do other than unpack some stuff at the apartment. But who am I kidding? I'm gonna be living out of suitcases and boxes for long time.

"Great! Girl's night at Allison's," she said, slinging her bag over her shoulder. She sent me one last smile before walking away.

"Witchcraft," I muttered examining the braid again. A few parents had shown up and were comforting their own kids. I didn't expect my dad to show up because he was working tonight and was sleeping until then. Or maybe he was wide awake and figured I could handle something like a giant flock of birds hurdling themselves toward a school with windows for walls. Whatever his reason may be, I was still alone at school to deal with it. I got up to grab my stuff and figured class was being cut short. I needed to unpack my backpack and was in no mood to lug this damn thing around all day. I slung my bag on my back and sat on top of the desk next to Stiles. "Hey, wann—"

I was cut off by a shush and a single finger in my face. I pursed my lips in annoyance and followed Stiles line of vision to where his dad and Mr. Argent were talking.

"All this bizarre animal behavior, it's... you must have seen something like this before, right?" Sheriff Stilinski asked.

"I'm not sure why I would or why you would think I would," Mr. Argent denied. I rolled my in an elaborate manner and almost scoffed aloud. C'mon man, it's not like you weren't subtle with your firearms, you're sociopath dad, and let's not forget the infamous family code. But bygones are bygones. Especially when sociopathic family members aren't your fault.

"I'm sorry. I—I could've sworn I overheard my son talking about how you were an experienced hunter."

"Ah, right. Well, not anymore."

I accidentally left out a snort of laughter which earned me some looks from Sheriff Stilinksi and Mr. Argent. I plastered a guilty look on my face and didn't even bother to excuse myself as I stood up to walk away. Stiles was two steps ahead of me as he grabbed my wrist and lead me to a corner of the classroom while he dialed Scott's number.

"We got a serious problem at school. Ms. Blake's class," he began vaguely. Oh, okay, so I'm not the only he doesn't say hello to. I leaned against the wall awkwardly because of my completely full bag and listened in on their conversation.

"Hey, can you tell me about it later?"

"Well, no pretty sure this qualifies for immediate discussion."

"Okay, then meet me at Derek's."

A smirked snaked its way on my face as Stiles' face did the exact opposite. "Derek's house? What the hell are you doing at—?"

"Just meet us here, okay?"

"Ha," I rejoiced as Stiles angrily pushed the end button on his phone. "My worst idea just became your only choice."

He refused to make eye contact with until he crossed his arms in a pout. "You know it's rude to listen in on people's conversations."

"I'll remember that the next time you want to listen to your dad's police radio," I quipped while walking away to leave the classroom that was slowly emptying. I felt Stiles gape at me as I sauntered away.

"What? No wait, that's different."

After an entire car ride of arguing what was simply listening in on conversations and what was illegal, we had made it to Derek's thoroughly annoyed with each other. I watched as Stiles shut his door with a creak. I narrowed my eyes as I followed behind him. God that boy drives me absolutely crazy and one day he's gonna find himself in jail for something totally fucking stupid and I'll be there lecturing him while he's doing time the entire time with no regrets.

Kidding. I would bail him out. Kid's too pretty for jail.

With a heavy sigh, I crossed my arms and followed Stiles inside the house where Scott and Derek where sitting in what used to be the living room. Derek's head snapped toward me in which I reacted with wide eyes. "Four months. Seriously, four months?"

Stiles oh so politely moved from in front of me so I Derek and I could see each other face to face. I blinked and glanced up at the ceiling as a poor diversion tactic. "It was an accident?"

"If you're gonna lie, then be a little less obvious about it."

"Okay," I said, eyeing the blowtorch in his hand. "Maybe we could have this conversation while you aren't holding a blowtorch?"

"No," he answered without skipping a beat.

I pursed my lips in thought before deciding that was fair enough. "Look, it was the summer. I was fine. Yeah, I slipped up once, but the guy turned out fine and it was his fault fo—"

"You turned in front of someone?" He asked, standing up from his crouched position.

I uncrossed my arms and let them fall by my sides. "No. Maybe. Look, he snuck up on me as a joke and I freaked out, but it's fine. I have an anchor and went into hiding every full moon like a recluse. I did everything I was supposed to, okay?"

"What's your anchor?" He asked, crossing his arms and putting on an unimpressed face.

"Anger," I answered quickly. It's true for the most part. Anger was part of my anchor, but so was Stiles. I decided to leave that part out for my own sanity because I don't need any more reasons for him to drive me insane. With that short answer, Derek's face softened and Scott stood up to diffuse the tension in the room. "C'mon Derek, just cut her a break; she had a long year."

"Thank you, Scott," I said, suddenly become more interested in the floor.

"Fine, but you have to make up for all the training you missed," he declared, sitting back down. "You're gonna need it."

I rolled my eyes at Derek's never-ending ominous tone and looked at a silent Stiles. He threw his hands up in front of him and shrugged. Eh, it's better than him saying 'I told you so' about this being my worst idea. I narrowed my eyes at him as I walked over to where Derek and Scott were sitting in close quarters. "What are you guys doing anyways?" I sighed as I watched Derek observe Scott's bicep. After taking the deep breath, I recognized Isaac's scent mixed in with everyone else's. "And why do you smell like Isaac?" I asked Derek.

"I'm the one who should be asking you questions," he replied, not looking away from Scott's arm.

"He's giving me a tattoo," Scott explained, pointing to two bands that were drawn in the dust on the floor.

"Why is this so important to you?" Derek asked, looking up at Scott. "Do you know what the word "tattoo" means?"

"To mark something," Stiles answered, coming to stand behind Scott.

"Well, that's in Tahitian. In Samoan, it means open wound," Scott corrected. "I knew I wanted to get a tattoo when I turned 18. I always wanted one. I just decided to get it now, to make it kind of a reward."

"For what?"

"For not calling or texting Allison all summer. Even when I really wanted to, even when it was so hard not to sometimes. I was trying to give her the space she wants. Goin' four months later, it still hurts. It still feels like a, uh," he trailed off with a frown.

"Like an open wound," Stiles finished, staring at me.

"Yeah."

"The pain's gonna be worse than anything you've ever felt," Derek casually informed.

"Ah," Stiles sighed. "That's great."

"Do it," Scott egged, bracing himself. With a click of a button, Derek turned on the blowtorch.

"Oh, wow," Stiles groaned. "That's a... that's a lot for me. So I'm gonna take that as my cue. I'm just gonna wait outside," he pointed, moving to leave.

"Nope," Derek argued. "You can help hold him down."

"Ah—what? Why me?"

"Because you two," he gestured at Stiles and I. "Have officially bumped your way to the top of the 'Throats I'm Gonna Rip Out' list."

I lifted an eyebrow as I measured Stiles' face. "You have a list?"

"Just do it!"

Stiles and I both jumped at the sound of Derek's tone and move to hold down Scott. Judging Stiles' reaction, I'm thinking I'm gonna have to hold him down from squirming so much. Eventually Scott passed out from the pain and his body went limp.

"So, uh," I hesitated as I watched Derek intricately tattoo Scott. "How long have you been tattooing werewolves?"

Derek immediately stopped what he was doing to glare at me. With that, I promptly left the room and followed Isaac's scent into different room where he was lying still and unconscious. I folded my legs under me to maneuver down to his level and took in his appearance. I timidly placed a hand on Isaac's forehead and found it was uncharacteristically cold and damp. He was wearing a hospital gown and I wondered what the hell happened while I was gone.

"Is he okay?" Stiles asked from the doorway.

"Heartbeat is a little slow," I sighed, removing my hand but keeping my eyes on Isaac. "But he seems fine for the most part."

"That's good, I guess," he shrugged. With a sigh, I stood up and walked over to Stiles who hands were stuffed in his pockets. "So, all that stuff you were saying about your anchor."

"What about it?"

"Is it true? Is it just anger?"

I bit my lip and focused my gaze on the scene of Derek tattooing an unconscious Scott. "Yeah."

"Yeah, it's true or yeah, it's just anger?" Stiles asked, trying to meet me gaze.

I blinked up at him and furrowed my eyebrows. "Why does is matter if I don't end up killing or maiming anyone when the full moon comes around?"

"It's just—You can't walk around angry all time or you'll end up like…" he trailed off leaning around the corner to check to see if anyone, specifically Derek, was listening. "Like Derek," he finished in a whisper.

"Stiles," I huffed with an eye roll. "Is this really an appropriate time to be having this conversation?" I asked pointing to each Scott and Isaac. "I mean, really?"

"Yes, dammit. We're having this conversation right now," he declared, flailing his arms.

"Well, that's too bad because Scott's waking up."

As if on cue Scott gasped loud enough for Stiles to hear. He looked back to see if my prediction was true, and whipped his head back in a glare once he realized I was right. "This isn't over, Daehler," he said before walking off. I lifted an eyebrow and followed behind him with a smirk plastered on my face.

As we were all leaving Derek's, Scott hesitated at the door. He grabbed it roughly when he realized it was painted. I stepped behind him and saw where the new red paint was covering the burnt wood. "You painted the door," he said, looking over at Derek who simply stood there silently.

I tilted my head in confusion. "And why did you pick such a bold color only on one side?"

"Go home," Derek ordered. Scott looked at me in which I shook my head stubbornly. We all know that Miguel has a history of hiding things from people. Especially vital information. Scott began clawing at the door. I took a step back as he continued clawing and clawing. Red paint chips littered the ground and a silent Derek stood in the doorway with crossed arms. Once most of the paint was gone from the area, something that resembled an angular triskelion was revealed. I titled my head further in confusion and turned to Derek. "Derek, what is that and why were you covering it up?" Derek stayed silent as expected. "Look, either you can tell me out Peter can."

"Just go home," he repeated. It's not your problem to deal with."

"The birds at school and the deer last night..." Scott trailed off. I had no idea where he was going since he was just repeating the painfully obvious. "Just like the night I got trampled by the deer when I got bit by the Alpha. How many are there?"

"A pack of 'em," he paused, looking between Scott and I. "An Alpha pack."

"All of them? How does that even work?"

"I hear there's some kind of a leader. He's called Deucalion," Derek explained. "We know they have Boyd and Erica. Peter, Isaac, and I have been looking for him for the last four months."

"Is that how Isaac ended up the way he is now?" I asked. Derek gave me a small nod in response.

"Let's say you find them," Scott spoke up. "How do you deal with an Alpha pack?"

"With all the help I can get."

God, I'd give anything for another Kanima right now.

After getting lost three times thanks to Lydia's poor directions (never mind the fact that I suck at directions), I finally found Allison's new place. I was still trying to process the news about a freaking Alpha pack and hoped this could be a good distraction for the time being. And if Derek really thinks this is just his problem then he's literally asking for a death wish and it's 100% going to be granted. I rang the doorbell and waited patiently for an answer. I was surprised to see a blur of red hair when the door swung open. "You always answer other people's doors, Lydia?"

With an expected eye roll, Lydia grasped my wrist and led me inside. "You're just in time to help pick out a color for Allison's room," she announced as she drug me behind her. I took in my surroundings and noticed Allison's place was a lot simpler than their last home.

Once we reached Allison's room, I saw the various paint swatches taped to the wall. "I don't know if I would be much help. My walls are literally eggshell white," I said taking a seat on Allison's bed. There was a spread of first day homework and paint swatches. I picked up a variety of blues and began shuffling through them. I picked up one that was a soft baby blue and frowned. "This one looks to nursey-ish."

Lydia and Allison turned around to take it and place it against the wall. "She's right," Allison agreed, putting into the pile of rejects. She joined me on the bed and placed some swatches in front of us. She began cleaning off the array of homework. I noticed she missed the novel we're reading in English.

"Forgot one," I said, handing her the book. "Not really off to a good start with one, huh?" I joked, referring to my horrible pronunciation of the author's birth place.

"It's not my fault your wolfy hearing isn't up to par," Lydia added with her back turned to us.

"You know I could help you with some of the material," Allison offered. "I've read it three times already so…" she trailed off with a small laugh.

I nodded silently in agreement. "Sounds good."

"But," Allison began, standing up. "You have to help pick a color because this is driving me crazy."

"Deal," I grinned. I stood up to stand behind the Lydia and Allison who were holding up their two final colors. I titled my head to appear like I knew what the hell I was talking about. Like I mentioned earlier; my walls are eggshell white and I'm totally content with that. My eyes caught the blue and purplish bruises on Allison and Lydia's arms. Allison had noticed it as well and was frowning down at the pattern.

"Guys, look," she ordered.

Lydia glanced around before realizing Allison and I were staring at the arms side by side. "What? What is it?"

"It's a pattern."

And there ya have, guys! Tell me wha tyou think in the review box, please. Oh, and also a huge hand for Ian Nelson playing a flawless teen!Derek on Monday~