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Chapter 2

First Day

"So you're making me run to school because I know McCall?" I questioned yet again, I stood in front of the loft's front door.

"No, I'm making you run to school because you ran away from home, bumped into McCall and stayed in my place for a few days," he replied with that smirk. I leaned my head on the door and wished really hard that my cousin wasn't that sort of person. I can not run in these skinny jeans! They may rip wide open. "Plus you're late," well that did it. I threw the door wide open and cussed his way. Run to school in these jeans? Son of a bitch! I started running. "Bye!" he hollered. I turned around and flipped him off.

Derek did not think this through, sending in a cat into a school full of wolves? It's suicide. I have counted four wolves. McCall, twins and tall guy with a scarf. McCall might not try to kill me but scarf and twins? I highly doubt they're cat people.

"You're the new Hale, right?" a pale, dark haired, dark eyed boy asked as soon as I entered the cafeteria.

"No," I replied. The look he gave me told me that he didn't believe it.

"They told me you smell like cat,"

"I do not.." I sniffed myself, my shirt smelt like soap. Lavender. Yum. I smell really nice, who did the laundry? Dad, I'll have to ask him what detergent he uses.

"...Phoebe?" I looked up again, McCall and scarf man had joined us. All three boys were watching me sniff my shirt. I let go of my shirt and coughed awkwardly.

"McCall," I said as a form of greeting.

"This is Isaac and Stiles," he said after a few minutes of silence. There goes my reputation. Black hole, swallow me up?

"I'm Phoebe," I replied, then turned to Stiles. "Roy,"

"Your mother's a Hale though,"

"Roy,"

"Are you really going to deny your Hale name?" who is this guy? Can I hit him? Why the hell won't he shut up? Gosh!

"Stiles,"

"Scott," the boys looked at each other.

"Anywhore, I'm hungry," I walked around them and sat at an empty table. This chair is comfy. I put my brown bag on the table and looked through it. Nothing's in it. Only money. Derek, you suck at making lunches.

"So, what can your kind do?" Stiles was pulling out the chair in front of me.

"Does he ever shut up?" I questioned as I turned to look at Scott. Stiles ignored that and pushed half of his sandwich my way.

"See, you have the Hale attitude too!" I could see food in his mouth as he spoke. I lifted the half of sandwich he had given me.

"Thanks," I took a bite and chewed, when I had nothing in my mouth I added. "Shut up,"

"But seriously, what can "cats" do?" he was now serious. Why does this human want to know so much about me? Why are all the werewolves sitting with me? What is this?

"Like "wolves", we shift into cats, lions, tigers, pumas, any cat-like animal, we lose our minds on full moons, we have strength, speed and we're mostly tall and not strong looking," I gestured to my tall figure. I do not look like a werewolf.

"In other words, wolves can take you," Aiden was sitting by scarf man_ I mean Isaac. I need to practice the whole Isaac thing, so I don't call him "Scarf man" to his face. I bet that would get him to want to beat me.

"If you want a few Hales to beat you up after, then sure," I said to the twin. No use in lying. The twins are bitches, plural and I'm alone. Pains me to say.

"Can we stop speaking of ass kicking?" Stiles snapped angrily. "It's getting old real fast," he looked at the twins. "Especially when it's just talk," Aiden stood up, he wanted to do more than talk. He seems to do that a lot. Ethan yet again stopped his brother and they sat down grumbling. I chuckle and shook my head. I will enjoy Beacon Hills.

...

"So I'll see you tomorrow than?" Stiles asked at the end of the school day. I actually grew closer to him. Which is kind of strange.

"Yeah, unless Derek gets enough of me and sends me back home," I held on to my back pack as we walked towards the parking lot.

"Don't annoy him," Stiles laughed.

"I'll try my hardest not to," I replied with a laugh.

"Promise?" he stopped by a jeep. Probably his ride home. Unlike someone. I don't want to walk back.

"Promise," I backed away, ready to walk back to Derek's loft. A car horn went off and I turned around with a freaking jump. Derek smirked my way from the front seat of a black Camaro. No walking for me! "See you tomorrow Stiles!" I hollered over my shoulder and jumped into the car.

"Making friends with Stilinski?" Derek asked amused.

"Shut," I said with clenched teeth "up," that made Derek laugh as he drove out the parking lot. Not going in the direction of his loft.

"No! Don't drive me home yet! Please!" I clung to the door handle and seat.

"Whoa! What?... No, I'm not taking you home, chill," Derek started to freak out as much as I had before. Oops. Haha, I let go of the door and seat.

"Thank god,"

"There's a new pack in town, that's where I am going,"

"Great more werewolves, great," I muttered crossing my arms over my chest as I pouted.

"It's not that great, no need two "great"s in one sentence,"

"I don't think you understand my terror of wolves yet," I turned my head to look at the dark haired man that I called cousin and sourwolf (in my head anyway).

"They won't hurt you,"

"Back home, another reason why I left, by the way," I started, trying to get a handle on my thoughts. "A pack had moved, I lived in a werecat only town and these wolves arrived, started threatening us and such. I left before I got the reason why they over took our town,"

"So you run away from family problems, and danger, leaving your family behind," Derek said as he drove. When he put it that way, it made me sound like a selfish bitch. (Or cat?)

"Just for a little while,"

"I'm sure," he replied sounding like he did not believe me. "Oh your mother called," my heart stopped. I'm in deep poop. Mother knows I'm here!

"What did you say?:

"Didn't answer, wasn't there when she did," I let go of the breath I did not know I was holding.

"Oh," I was a bit disappointed and relieved by that. Derek didn't have to lie, or get a guilt trip from mom plus I didn't get to hear what she has to say about my being gone. Maybe that means that she doesn't know that I am in Beacon Hills yet.

Derek's car stopped by a regular looking house. The pack has to be at least four to be considered a pack. Why the hell am I always out numbered here?

"Phoebe, you are going to stay here," he looked at me.

"Are you kidding me?"

"No, now stay," he got out the car and pressed a button. The doors locked and I couldn't get out even if I tried.

"Son of a bitch," I murmured watching Derek walk towards the front door. Why is there another pack here? Why do they all run to Beacon Hills of all places. Gosh. Derek spoke to the alpha, or member of the pack and I couldn't see him because of Derek's big profile. Fat ass. I took out my cell and started to text Stiles non-stop, wanting a reply from him.

Stiles: What!?

Me: Hi! Guess what?

Stiles: Are you trying to do a pay back for Danny?

Me: Who? What?

Stiles: Never mind. What's up?

Me: U write fully while U text.

Stiles: So do you

Me: I know. It's sad really.

Stiles: You had something to say?

Me: I'm stuck in the car while Derek talks to a new pack in town

Stiles: More freaking wolves?

Me: Yeah, more people wanting to kill me

Stiles: You'll have to be extra good.

Me: Shut up

Stiles: LOL

Me: Disappointment

Stiles: STFU

Me: MEAN!

I shut my phone and looked out the windshield. Maybe I shouldn't have told Stiles about the new pack, he has a big mouth, he'll tell Scott who will tell god knows who. Oh well.

Derek turned to face me as the other guy at the door did too. I hid, slid to the ground. The doors of his car unlocked. Shit! He's giving me away. He heard my complaining to Stiles and decided I was a pain! Derek got in the driver's seat and looked down at me with this confused look.

"What are you doing?"

"Hiding,"

"Why?"

"Because I don't want alpha creep to stalk me,"

"Alpha creep is going to high school tomorrow and so will half his pack," I cussed as he drove god knows where, because I was still sitting on the floor of his Camaro.

"Why are they always teenagers?"

"Well he lost his father who was Alpha at the age of ten, so he's been in charge since,"

"Oh," I sat back on the seat. That's sad.

"Yeah,"

"He's like the Hales,"

"They didn't die in a fire, but they were murdered," I nod. That's really sad. Maybe I'll have pity on him as he kills me tomorrow. I hope he doesn't skin me alive because that would make it uncomfortable and painful, so it'd be hard to have pity for him. "And I made him promise not to hurt any Hales, Roys, McCalls, Laheys, twins..."

"What about Stilinskis?"

"He wouldn't touch humans," Derek replied.

"Are you sure? Did he say that?"

"Didn't have to,"

"So I'll have to keep an eye on the Stilinskis then,"

"Don't anger any werewolves," Derek warned.

"That's a low way of saying that I should let Stiles get hurt by this unknown pack,"

"Not what I meant,"

"Are you sure?" I turned to face my cousin.

"Listen Phoebe, Stiles is safe compared to the only werecat in a werewolf territory," I sighed. Why did he have to take out the big guns?

"Fine..."

"You're like that pack, back in your home. The one in your town, the wolves, that invaded a cats' territory,"

"I got it!"

"Good,"

"I'm bad-ass," Derek face palmed. That isn't what he meant but I couldn't help it, I laughed.


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