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"Oh. My. Sex." I muttered, staring at his beautiful face. He just continued glaring at me, which I found a major turn-on, by the I realized what I just said out loud.
I shook my head, saying, "I mean, hi." I added a charming smile at the end. That's my special trait as Scott had the puppy dog face. I had the smile. The cutest, biggest, brightest smile as my mommy always tells me. And let me tell you this, my mommy does not lie.
He ignored me. Mysterious dark stranger ignored me! ME! Abigail McCall! He turned to look my brother and Stiles, before asking, harshly, "What're you doing here? Huh? This is private property."
"Whoa dude, chill! Who pissed in your corn flakes?" I asked rhetorically. Hottie with the ripped body just glared at me. I could surprisingly get used to that.
"Ignore her," Stiles said, before walking over and taking me away from hottie by the wrist. How rude!? I could of gotten to know Mr. Ripped Body! He could glare at me all he wanted but that didn't affect me. I mean, I get glares all the time but I think it's because the glare-y people don't have the best fashion sense, like I do. Yeah. That must be it.
Stiles continued, "Uh, sorry, man, we didn't know."
"Yeah, we were just looking for something but…" Scott continued as stranger dude made a pissed off face. OH MY GOD! GET IN MY PANTS ALREADY!
"Dude, you see an inhaler anywhere?" I asked bluntly. Both the boys turned to glare at me and I just shrugged. Hey man, just get straight to the point but take butterscotch it up.
Sexy stranger guy narrowed his eyes at me as I just smiled cheekily at him. He got something out of his leather jacket and threw it at Scott before turning around and walking away. It was his inhaler! Oh thank the lord! I didn't have to explain to mom why Scott lost his inhaler again. The last time was all his fault! What? Just because I'm the one who stepped on it doesn't mean it's my fault. He left it on his bed. I just wanted to jump on his bed a little. Can't blame a girl for being bouncy.
"Okay, who was Mr. I'm-So-Ripped-Girls-Wanna'-Get-With-In-My-Pants-But-I'm-A-Creep?" I asked staring at the retrieving figure. Damn, he had a fit bum.
"You're disgusting." Stiles made a wrenched face as I stared at him innocently.
He, however, did answer my question. "That was Derek Hale. You guys remember right? He's only like a few years older than us."
"Remember what?" Scott asked. I was intrigued as well. Derek Hale, huh, sexy name for a sexy guy.
"His family? They all burned to death in a fire like ten years ago." Stiles explained. Wow. Well now I know no one pissed in his cornflakes. I do feel bad but I had a feeling he definitely didn't want sympathy, who would?
"I wonder what he's doing back…" Scott dragged. REVENGE!? Dramatic right? Stiles scoffed before walked away.
I ran after him screaming, "WAIT! Stiles! Gimme' a piggy back ride! I'm dyingggggg!"
I got him to give me a piggy back ride.
Anyways, I was home, just sketching – my favorite hobby – the forest we just came from. What? It was eerie and tree-y, it needed to be sketched with a special pencil. The TV was on too, watching some really weird drama about … well I didn't know what it was about. It was in French. And I was taking Spanish, seriously, why should I take another language while I'm still having trouble with the English language. Stupid school.
Someone knocked on the door and I yelled out, "Come in! WAIT! Are you a robber!?" Hey, some burglar's may be nice, alright?
"I don't think burglar's would knock!" I heard a familiar voice scream back. Ah, my little brother. I jumped off the couch and dropped my sketchbook on it before walking over to open the door to find a wet, goofy grinning Scott McCall. He muttered a 'thanks' before walking into the kitchen.
I walked after him with a perplexed look on my face. Why was he so happy? Did he get a raise? He should share that money with me. But knowing he probably wouldn't I decided for option two. "Did you get me a Moon Pie?"
Scott's grin was swiped off his face. "What? No!" He grabbed a soda from the fridge and opened it, taking a large gulp.
"Then you shouldn't be happy." I grumbled, staring at the ground in anger. But wait, why was Scott all dreamy like? He had the same face I had when…noooooo!
"OMG! You got asked out! Or you asked someone out! Please tell me it was the second one!" I squealed. My baby bro was becoming a man! Finally. I was starting to wonder...
"Am I that transparent?" He asked, cheeks turning red. Awww, he's so adorable!
"As a ghost, bro," I answered with a sly grin.
"Alright, yeah, it was the second one. I asked Allison out to the party Friday and she said yes." The blush getting redder.
"Hallelujah! God, I'm so proud of you!" I walked over to him and pinched his cheeks, while I chimed, like an excited grandmother to a four year old, "Who's a big boy? Who's a big boy? You are! Yes, you are!"
He rolled his eyes and walked away from my cheek grasping, then headed upstairs to his room. Eh, he'll thank me for it. For what? I don't know. But he'll thank me for it.
Scott and I were strolling onto the field the next day. I said agitated, "Why were you in Mr. Davidson's pool? I mean, he hates us already. Why make him hate us even more?"
"Uh, he hates you, not me. And I told you, I slept walk a million miles into the woods! I thought the pool was lake." How does one confuse a lake with pool? Aren't lakes like, bigger or something? What the hell am I thinking?! No, duh they are. Whoa, blonde moment.
"Okay bro, go kill 'em! I'll go sit…over there." I patted his shoulder and smiled at me before making his way over to the other players.
I sat on the benches and waited for the players to start their practice when I felt a body next to me. I looked up to see Stiles. I asked, "Shouldn't you be over there or somewhere?" I pointed toward the players benches.
"You're never gonna' believe what happened." He said, sighing.
"Elmo and Big Bird got into a cat fight over Dorothy?!" I gasped. That would be like World War 3 man, that's some crazy stuff.
Stiles blinked before looking at me like I was a lunatic.
He sighed, once again, "No, the reports were brought back about the body. Turns out it had animal hairs on it."
"Okay, that's not weird. I mean, it was in the woods. A deer probably came by and decided to get brunch." I said calmly, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. I continued, "It's nothing weird-"
"Abs, it was a wolf." HA! So, I was correct! Oh, my God, I was correct! That meant Scott … no, no, no, no, no, no, how does one explain this to their mothers?!
"Did you tell Scott?" My eyes wide as Moon Pies.
"I tried to but he wouldn't listen." I saw all the players going to the center of the field.
I pushed him off the bleachers and said, "Make him listen! I can't do much considering I'm a girl and not on the lacrosse team."
He nodded rapidly and then went to the center with all the other players.
Okay, so, Scott was, least to say, bad ass. But badassery doesn't happen overnight. Well, it did in Scott's case but not in any normal cases. God, what was going on!? And please don't tell me he's actually a werewolf! And if you do, then throw a Moon Pie in with it. Please?
I arrived home to get read for my date. My date with Woody and Buzz Lightyear! I wasn't going to the party. Scott could have the greatest time he wanted with Allison and I could have the greatest time with Woody. Oh, my God, I have no life…whatsoever. But whatever. I'm still awesome.
I was halfway through Toy Story 2 and mom joined in. My head was on her lap as she combed her hand through my hair every so often. These teeny weeny moments with my mom were special to me, ya know? Like, even when I feel like this world is a stupid problem that cannot be fixed, I still have my Stiles, Scott and mom. That's all I could ask for. They're my family and without them, I'd be…lost.
I was loving me some toy action right now. Buzz and the other toys were reached Al's Toy Bam to save Woody! C'mon Buzz, you could do it! I believe in you! I believe in you! Believe buddy! B-E-L-I-E-V-E! No Buzz, escape! I repeat! Escapeeeeeee!
Buzzzzzzz. Buzzzzzzzzz. Buzzzzzzzzz…IS BUZZ LIGHYEAR HERE!?
"Honey, your phone's ringing." My mother said, pointing at the phone which was on the coffee table.
"That makes more sense." I muttered to myself.
"You say something?" Mom asked. I shook my head before reaching over and grabbing my I-Phone.
I said, "Hello?"
"Abby, it's me Stiles!" He sounded on edge. I wonder how much Adderall he took.
"Hey, you okay buddy?" I asked worriedly, sitting up as my mom looked at me confusedly. I mouthed 'Stiles' and she nodded, going back to the screen. Everyone wonders what's wrong with Stiles. But hey, you gotta' love the kid.
"No. No! Neither is Scott!" I pointed upstairs to my mom and she nodded. I got off the couch and ran upstairs to my room, locking it.
"What do you mean?" Man, I always worried for these two boys.
"I mean, tonight's a full moon." I had a blank expression.
"Great. You wanna' tell me what the weather is too?" I asked sarcastically.
"No, Abby, I did some research and apparently according to everything Scott may be a werewolf." Huh, not something I hear everyday.
"What do I do?"
"Come with me to the party!" He exclaimed, loudly enough to take the phone a few centimeters away from my ear.
"Hold you horses boy. It's Friday and-" I got cut off. Seriously, dude? Seriously?!
"Yeah, whatever, Toy Story day but you could have that any other Friday. It's Scott. He won't listen to me." He sounded so desperate so I couldn't say no to him.
"Alright, alright," I sighed, "hurry and come pick me up."
"Already on it," he answered, "comin' in less than ten."
"K. See ya," I hung up.
I opened my door and screamed, "Mom!"
"Yeah?"
"Apparently, I'm going to the part after all!" I inwardly groaned. It's not that I didn't like parties, I just had to stay away from the alcohol because I'm a wreck when I'm drunk.
"Alright, then, Stiles' picking you up?" She asked. I could practically see the smirk on her face. Stupid smirks.
"Yeah-ah!" I yelled before closing the door once again. What to wear. What to wear. Okay, hmm…. I took out my black three quartered leather jacket then I got an idea. I grabbed my dark blue floral dress, it had cute small red roses on it and it was perfectly casual. So, I wore that and the leather, I got my combat boots out of my closet then tied them to perfection. I let my hair out in its usual waves and placed one stride of light pink lipstick. I felt hot.
In the car ride, Stiles told me everything he found out about werewolves. He told me about wolves howling to signal their pack members. I didn't hear a wolf howling and he told me that it was normal I didn't hear it. Uh, I wasn't bit by a werewolf.
However, the more he kept talking about it, the more I believed in it. Stiles told me things about this plant called wolfsbane and that it was dire to werewolves. He told me about silver and how it actually does affect a werewolf. But what got me increasingly worried was the anger part. That if he got too angry…he may kill. I do not want my little bro to kill anyone, thank you very much,
"He attacked me." Stiles said quietly.
"What? Oh gosh, are you okay?" I was beyond bewildered. This wasn't Scott. He's not someone who um, I don't know, attacks his best friend!
"Yeah, I'm fine. See, not even a scratch, can't say anything about my chair though." He answered with a small smile.
"That's not what I meant." I said with a sigh. Stiles didn't answer and I knew I got my answer. We had to do something fast.
Man I was thirsty. The minute we got to the party I lost Stiles. Great, he was my ride home. Idiot. Now, what? Well, one drink never hurt anybody, right? I quickly downed a plastic cup full of beer. Huh, okay, maybe two drinks wouldn't hurt anybody either. I downed the second one, yeah I could seriously unhinge my jaw to drink all this alcohol. I grabbed a third one or was it a fifth? I didn't remember. I just grabbed Nate's and Carly's wrist then started dancing with them. They were surprised I was here. Hell, I was surprised I was here.
An arm grabbed my forearm, out of nowhere, and I see Allison.
I exclaimed, "Hey! You enjoying the party?! You enjoying Scott!?" I wiggled my eyebrows. I am that good.
"Something's wrong with him, we were dancing and he just ran off." Allison looked extremely worried and scared.
"What?!" I yelled, making Carly and Nate look over at me. I gave them a quick goodbye and grabbed Allison's hand, hopefully she understood I was tipsy. I needed some support here! Sheesh.
We ran out to the front of the house to see Scott getting into mom's car and driving off. …What just happened? I looked over at Allison and said, "C'mon, we'll go find Stiles. He'll uh…what will he do again?" I slurred the last part.
Oh, come on! I had like four or seven drinks. That's not a lot.
"Abby, Allison," a male voice said behind us.
Allison raised an eyebrow at me as I turned sideways, asking quietly, "Who's there?!" She helped me turn around and kept an arm draped over my shoulder, whoa the world was dizzy.
I looked, with some seriously glassy eyes, to see a Greek God before me. Derek Hale. Is it me or does he just keep getting hotter and hotter day by day? He continued talking, "I'm a friend of Scott's." Mr. Hottie said that to Allison.
Wait a minute, he's lying! YOU'RE A LIAR! His look shifted over to me as if he read my mind. Can he read my mind? Get. In. My. Pants. Did you hear that? He glared at me. No? Okie dokie then.
"My name's Derek." Oh yeah it is.
Next thing I know I'm in the back of a black Chevy Camaro. Gosh damn, hot car for a hot guy? It fits. But why am I always in the back!? Is it because I'm a woman!? Don't I have rights!? I poked my head through the middle of the two front seats.
I turned my head to the hot driver and asked, "Yo. What's your name again?"
He looked down at me for a split second and answered, clearly annoyed, "Derek."
"That's wayyyyyy too hard to remember. I'm gonna' call you Sam." I said pleased with the name I gave him.
"Abby?" I heard the girl next to him ask.
"Yes?" I asked, snapping away from the dreamy look I was giving Derek. Either he didn't notice or he chose not to notice. I preferred the latter.
"How many drinks did you have?" She asked. Oh, that was easy.
"Two," I slurred while holding up five fingers. Annie? Her name was Annie? No. No. No. Allie, her name was Allie. Or, it was on the borderline of Allie. Whatever, Allie giggled.
"Don't you think you should be quiet?" Sam growled. Allie looked at Sam scared but I just looked at him like I look at everyone else. Human.
I blinked. Once. Twice. Three. Four times before answering, "No." Sam looked over to the rear view mirror to give me a menacing glare. I just winked at him. Hey drunk me is extreme bad ass me, alright?
We arrived at Allie's house and she got out the door saying goodbye to me and thanking Sam.
I yelled, leaning onto the passenger seat, "Allie go to sleep! Don't let the bedbugs bite! They're like vampires, sucking your blood and stuff!" She laughed and waved at me.
"Are you finished?" Mr. Glare-y grumbled. Huh, half my body was in the back seat while the other half was in the passenger seat. Let's keep it like that.
"You're not a people person, are ya Sam?" I asked, placing my elbows on the passenger seat and placing my chin on my palms. He didn't answer, just stared at the barren road in front of us. I whispered, "Can I tell you a secret?" Sam didn't answer. I'm gonna' tell you anyways Sam.
I mumbled, "I'm not that…uh…smart."
Sam scoffed. "Really?"
"No, like, I have problems." I stammered. He turned to look at me with narrowed eyes. MUST REFRAIN FROM TELLING DARK MYSTERIOUS SAM MY SECRET!
But the words kept coming out like word vomit, "I, sometimes, ask my little brother to help me read or help me type a paper. I'm 18 and I'm still in high school. God, it really sucks having to lie to everybody but whatever. It's not like they'll understand."
I'm not all fun and laughs. Sometimes I'm really hurt but whatever right? The next day it could be better or the day after that, or the day after that. It can't get worse from here, can it?
The car suddenly came to a stop and I saw him looking over at me. Sam said, with a softer tone, "Your stop."
I clapped and chimed, "Okay, see ya Sam!" He nodded at me. There's drunk me again! I opened the back door and walked out to see him zooming away, the second I stepped out, wow he was really fast. And hot. Man, was he hot. What did I tell him again? Huh, I don't remember. God, I'm so drunk. Sleep, I need sleep.
I slowly walked up the two steps to go onto the porch. Wow, that was some cardio! Let's never do that again. I took out my keys from my leather jacket and tried to find the key hole. Why couldn't it fit in? Why wouldn't it go in!? Stupid keys, thinking they're the boss. No! I'm taller! I'm the boss!
Suddenly, the door opened and I find Stiles. Whaaaa? How did I miss his car in the driveway? Oh yeah, I'm drunk. He pulled me into a tight hug and I giggled, "I feel loved."
"Did he hurt you?!" He exclaimed, checking my face and neck.
"Did who hurt me?" I slurred.
"Derek! Did Derek hurt you?"
"Sam? What? Nooooo. He didn't hurt me. Sam dropped Allie and I off."
"Who's Sam? Who's Allie!?" His arm gestures were confusing me.
"Dude, keep the volume low. And ya know, Allie, my brother from the same mothers' girl. Sam, ya know he brought me here." I pointed at the house with a dazed look on my face.
"Allison's safe?" He looked shocked. Why be shocked? Why wouldn't she be?
"Allie? Yeah, why? And where's my brother?" I asked, looking around the house.
"Oh no, we're in trouble." He whimpered, before grabbing my wrist and dragging me to his jeep.
"What? Another car ride?!" I whined.
"Just get in the car. We have to find Scott." Stiles got in the drivers seat.
"Okay, I am not drunk enough for this!" I growled before getting in the back seat. I needed sleep. And I was gonna' get sleep.
"Wake me up when I'm sober," I yawned and collapsed onto the seat as I heard Stiles groan.
A couple of hours later he woke me up and said it was my turn to drive. I wasn't fully sober but he did get me a water bottle. So, I am forever grateful. Who the hell was I kidding? I'm gonna' be grateful for the night, maybe even for a minute but not forever. I was driving around the stupid woods while Stiles was asleep in the passengers seat. I was deciding whether or not to prank him but decided against it. I mean he got me a water bottle. That's gotta' count for something.
A couple of hours just driving around the woods made the sun come up. If I would drive around the woods all day just for the sun to come up than I would. I'd be a Sun God! Whoo-hooo! But it was Stiles' time to drive, so I gently shook him telling him that it was his turn. He got up all grouchy but I would be too if I slept in that position. So me being smart went to the back seat and made myself comfortable.
Soon after that I heard voices. I weren't sure if they were the little voices in my head or real voices outside of my head. I decided to open my eyes, yeah that's smart. I opened them to see SCOTT! Oh thank God! I got up quickly and gave him the biggest hug in history of the world! How did I know if he was missing or something!? Man, I was just glad to see he was okay.
He struggled from my grip around his bare chest and he said, "Easy there sis,"
"Sorry, but I haven't seen you all night and here you are in dirt. Ew, you're dirty." I said, taking the dirt off my arms. Scott just rolled his eyes at me and said, "Anyway, she probably hates me now."
I sighed. "I don't hate you." Both of the boys turned to look at me as if I had three heads. What? I didn't hate him.
"I meant Allison." Ohhhhh, that would make more sense.
"I doubt that. But you may wanna come up with a pretty amazing apology. Or you could tell her truth. Reverend in the fact that you're a freakin' werewolf." Stiles intervened.
Us two siblings turned to glare at him and he frowned, "Okay, bad idea."
"We'll get through it this." I said, placing my chin on Scott's shoulder. I gave him a soft smile as he smiled back.
"Yeah, man, Abs is right. If we have to, we'll chain you up-" I cut him off! HA! In yo' face Stiles!
"-and we'll feed you live mice." I said reassuringly.
"I had a boa once." Stiles said as I laughed.
"You're not alone in this lil' bro. You got us." I held out my fist to Stiles and he bumped it back with mine. I then held it in front of Scott and he just scoffed, bumping his fist with mine. You gotta' love fist bumps. Huh, I think it's time to sing a song.
"And we're the three best friends that anybody could have. We're the three best friends that anyone could have. We're the three best friends that anyone-"
"ABBY! Shut up!" The two boys screamed. Ah, you learn love them.
And there's Chapter 2 and end of Wolf Moon. Review for more!
