Hey everybody! This is my first 'proper' fanfiction. Hope you like it! And if a quick review won't hurt... you get the gist of it. Anyway tell me if I should continue or not! Here it is...

Prologue

I'm not Snow White,
but I'm lost inside this forest.
I'm not Red Riding Hood,
but I think the wolves have got me.

"This thing with the Argent girl needs to end now! We can't trust her. Much less let Derek go amok and get hurt. Brutally, I may add."

"If I was talking to you I'd say that we should make an evil plan to end them before she ends him, but since I'm not, I won't add my opinion"

"Stop being so melodramatic Peter, we already apologized for eating your cookies. Now either tell us your evil master plan or get lost." Talia Hale, respected Alpha, snapped irritably.

Rolling my eyes at his childish behaviour, I flipped to the next page of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, the original play, and even though I love this British dude, I can't help but think that Romeo and Juliet is a bit too sappy for my taste... know what I mean?

Anyway, while Talia was planning 'Mission Bitches need to Break-up', and Peter was typically being a pompous ass, I lay sprawled on the coach, flat on my belly, with Lady Gaga blasting through my headphones. And just so you get a clearer picture, I was bored out of my fricking mind!

"Will you please shut off that crap, I'm not exactly in Lady Gaga feels today!" Peter complained, more like whined, indignantly.

Pulling a pod out of my ear, I smiled deviously, "How about you turn off your super hearing. You know, that might actually help."

Peter always hated that he couldn't exactly control the 'listening to stuff you're not supposed to listen to' aspect of his gift, so I found myself responsible to tease him, just so he feels worse at his failure. I mean the dude's been trying to get the hang of it for a year now, but no success. Nada!

At my snide comment, Peter glared, aggrieved. Well, he deserves it. He's been blabbing like a baboon about his stupid cookies that we accidently ate, he totally deserves a 'shut-up call' and I think I gave it to him.

"Now don't start crying, and get out of here. Skedaddle, fly the coop! Come on, shoo!" I make wild gestures vaguely directed to the door. Peter just huffed indignantly and stalked out the room, leaving a very relieved Talia and Artemis in his wake.

As soon as Peter's lean frame disappeared out the door the harmonized sigh of relief from both Talia and me could be heard.

A door's click was audible before the dull thud of boots resonated through the practically empty house. Peter came back in? Great, just great.

But, much to our surprise, it wasn't Peter, it was Derek. He walked in the lounge and plonked himself on the rocking chair in front of the fireplace. Surprisingly, his hair was messy, not in their usual effortless spikes, and his lips were swollen, probably from smooching Kate too much. UGH!

How I'm so sure of that? Well, it's probably the lipstick mark on the tip of his collar. Talk about Golden Giveaway.

Glancing at Talia, I couldn't help but laugh, but I successfully resisted by biting the inside of my cheek. But it wasn't enough and I could soon feel a laugh bubbling restlessly in my throat, and you can't blame me. The look Talia was giving her son, of pure disgust swirled in with a look pure terror, it was getting harder not to laugh.

"What the actual bananas?" Talia yelled, desperately trying not to cuss.

Derek, who had almost fallen asleep without even a glance our way, jolted up from the chair. "Huh?" was the groggy reply.

That was the last straw. I burst out laughing, clutching my stomach as I kicked and snorted miserably.

"Whaaa?" Derek was anything but confused.

Talia gave me an exasperated look before looking back at Derek. "What the flying frogs have you done to yourself!"

Derek looked down at his shirt and replied even more confused and suddenly defensive, "Uncle Peter bought me the shirt. I quite like it, mind you."

"Were you out with a girl?" Talia asked sternly, ignoring his ridiculous reply.

"What makes you think that? And I would've told you if I was, wouldn't I."

That got me sobered up. He didn't know we knew about Kate, but lying straight at our faces, his mother and his best friend, was... well, hurtful.

Having said his part, Derek stomped up to his room, leaving a teary eyed Talia, who looked stricken: wounded. Honestly, for a few minutes I was shocked too. He never lied to me, never ever, in a thousand years – it was his promise to me, something we compared to a wedding oath.

Guess, it's not a very functional marriage.