"Lucy! Are you ready yet? Stiles is here!" yelled my older borther, Scott, from downstairs.

I grabbed my bag and stopped to look at myself in the mirror before heading downstairs. My dark auburn hair was styled wavy and my outfit looked pretty great on my slim figure.

I walked out of my rom and saw Scott and Stiles standing at the end of the stairs waiting on me. I trotted down the stairs, not paying attention to my footing. I lost my footing and braced myself for the fall.

To my surprise, I didn't fall onto the cold, hardwodd floor. I fell into a strong pair of my arms. I opened my eyes and saw a pair of chocolate brown eyes looking back at me. 'Stiles.' I though to myself.

The two boys erupted into fits of laughter while Stiles put me down. I straigtened my clothes out while devilishly glaring at them.

"You...are...so...clumsy!" Scott exclaimed in between laughs.

"Shut up! Both of you!" I yelled while madly walking out to Stiles' jeep.

I got into the backseat of the jeep and the boys got into their usual spots.

Scott and Stiles were already deep into conversation about what they were going to do tonight, so I got out my phone and started to text my boyfriend, Jackson.

I was so wrapped up in my conversation with Jackson that I barely noticed when Scott started talking to me.

"Lucy!" Scott said.

"Oh, sorry. I was texting. What do you need?"

"Let me guess, you were texting that tool Jackson."

"He's not a tool! He's really sweet, nice, and not mention he's a great kis-"

"Please don't go on. I don't want to hear about you and that idiot! He treats you awfully. You could do way better." Scott said while cutting me off.

I noticed Stiles shifting uncomfortably in his seat when Scott said the last part.

"You could do way better, Pey." Stiles said while making eye contact with me in the rearview mirror.

I smiled, but before I could say anything, we pulled up to the school.

We all go out of the jeep and started to walk up to school. Me in between Scott and Stiles, of course.

As we got closer to the front doors, I saw Jackson approaching us. Well, me. Scott hates Jackson, if you couldn't tell. He thinks he is a player and is only using me. And because they both play on the lacrosse team.

Jackson was now standing in front of us and I walked closer to his so he pulled me into a bear hug and kissed me.

Scott cleared his throat while both him and Stiles were giving him the death glare. Jackson slung his arm around my shoulder and turned to face the guys.

"Hey, McCall. McCall's friend." Jackson said with a smirk.

"His name is Stiles." I told Jackson while looking at Stiles.

"Oooh. What are you? His bodyguard now?" Jackson said in a tone that really bugged me.

"Don't ever talkt o my sister like that." Scott said with a look in his eyes that frightened me. Scott had been acting really weird since the other noght when him and Stiles went into the woods. I'd have to look into that later.

"No, it's fine. We're gonna go inside now. Bye Scott, bye Stiles." I said while smiling at them.

"Later losers." Jackson said while smirking at them again as we walked away.

With Jackson's arm still around me, I looked back at the guys who were giving me a disapproving look while shaking their heads.

Jackson and I stopped at my locker and he leaned against the row of lockers.

"Why do you treat my brother and Stiles like that?" I asked Jackson.

"Because I can." He replied.

"Can you please not be so awful to them? I love them. do you should try to get along with them. For me."

"Since when do you love Stiles? God, you're such a whore sometimes Peyton!" Jackson said while storming off.

What just happened?

I felt tears welling up in my eyes so I ran into the bathroom and locked myself in a stall.

Scott's POV

"I can't believe she is with him." Stiles said as my baby sister walked off with the king of assholes.

"Neither can I. I can't stand to see her with him. It, it just makes me so mad when he treats her like dirt and she doesn't even notice!" I exclaimed.

"Woah! Woah! Calm down, Scott. You know what happens when you get mad!" Stiles said.

"I know, I know. Let's go inside." I said, understanding he was referring to my werewolf transformation that happens when I get mad or on the full moon.

As we walked into the school, I saw Peyton and Jackson leaned against a row of lockers. She had a kind of hurt look on her face.

I pulled Stile back and we ducked behind a trophy case, watching them. I used my now heightened haring to listen in on their conversation.

"What are we doing?!" Stile protested.

"Shh! I'm listening to their conversation!" I said.

Stiles rolled his eyes but didn't say anything else.

"Why do you treat my brother and Stiles like that?" Peyton asked.

"Because I can." Jackson replied with a smirk on his face.

How dare he be so disrespectful to my baby sister! I thought to myself.

"Can you please not be so awful to them? I love them so you should try to get along with them. For me." She said.

"Since when do you love Stiles? God, you're such a whore sometimes Peyton!" Jackson practically screamed at her while he stormed off.

There was my little sister standing there on the verge of tears because of some guy who treats her like a piece of crap.

"What just happened there?" Stiles asked, since he could see but not hear the conversation.

"Peyton was asking him he could be nicer to us because she loves us and then he calls her a whore and stormed off." I said.

"WHAT!?" Stiles whisper-screamed to me.

"I hate him! We have to do something about this!" I said.

"Peyton is going into the bathroom and it looks like she's crying." Stiles said while looking past me and towards Peyton.

"I need to talk to her about this." I said while getting up to go talk to her.

Stiles stood up and said, "How are you going to tell her you heard her conversation? Remember, she doesn't know about you getting bit by a werewolf."

"I don't care. I'm not gonna sit back and let Peyton be tortured by some guy who obviously doesn't care about her!" I said.

"We seriously have to do something about this. I mean Peyton is caring, sweet, beautiful..." Stiles said.

"Wait, what did you say?"

"Peyton is caring and sweet."

"No. You just said that she was beautiful!"

"I think you're hearing things, bro."

"Stiles has a crush! Stiles has a crush! Stiles has a crush!" I taunted.

"Will you shut up? I do not! I would never go for your little sister. For one, that is against bro code and you would kill me! Sorry, but I don't like it when people inflict bodily pain onto me."

I laughed. "Okay. I believe you!"

"Now let's go to class before we're late and we can deal with Peyton and Jackson at lacrosse practice since she has to ride home with us."

I shook my head.

I always made Peyton ride home with Stiles and me because I didn't trust Jackson and his Porsche around Peyton. Call me overprotective, I call it being a good big brother.