Second Chance at First Line

Dylan decided to stay after school and watch the distractions play lacrosse. Though she didn't want to get involved with the whole werewolf situation, she did support their lacrosse love. Also, she's tutoring Scott today, so she has no choice than to wait on them. Dylan watched as Jackson tackled her brother down to the ground. Coach Finstock, as usual, made fun of Scott. You know what Scott does, he goes all werewolf!

She looked down only to see Scott has pushed Jackson on the ground. Jackson was flat on his back, gripping his shoulder. Scott was on his knees, gripping his head in pain, until he kneels over. She whined as she saw Stiles help Scott up and walked their way inside, as she watched them out she also noticed Derek standing there, watching them.

Dylan held the curiosity in of Derek there, but she had to fight off the urge of checking on her two distractions. Go or read? Go or read? Dylan asks herself. She stares at the book in her hand and groans as she gets up and pack her things. She walks passed Derek only for him to pull her back gently. " Be careful," he tells her, with the same expressionless face. Dylan nodded.

Derek lets go of her shoulder and watches her go, curiosity filling his brain. He didn't understand why he cares about the fragile girl, though he only met her a couple of days ago. What's about her that makes me so attracted to her? he asks himself mentally. He shook it off, because he knew that she most likely doesn't like him. Just by looking at Dylan, Derek was able to describe Dylan in a heartbeat. Determined, overachiever, outstandingly smart, serious, no time for love and relationship, he thinks as he describes Dylan in his mind. He could relate on the last one.

He too didn't think he had the time for love, but this girl, Dylan, managed to do something for him. He glared at his thoughts and walked away, upset he was developing feelings for this girl.

Dylan entered the boy's locker room, to see Stiles spraying the fire extinguisher foam all over Scott. She looks at them in bewilder. " What the hell?" she let out, in shock. Stiles looked back and Scott took off as much foam as he could, shifting back into a human. Stiles sets the extinguisher down and walks out the room as if nothing happened. Dylan looks back speechless, but goes along with it and Scott and her walk back to Stiles' jeep.

Scott and Dylan enter Scott's room, ready for their study session. " Well, today was eventful. You trying to kill Stiles and all," Dylan says as she plops her behind on Scott's bed. Scott let out a sigh. Then Ms. McCall enters the room, announcing she's going to take the Saturday off and go to Scott's game. Scott began to panic.

" No, mom, you can't!" he says in a hurry. Ms. McCall looks back at him.

" Oh no, I can, and I will. Come on, one shift isn't going to break us. Completely." Dylan gives Ms. McCall a sympathetic looking, knowing the story and all. Ms. McCall then looks at Scott in worry, noticing the sleepless look in his eyes. " Scott, what's wrong with your eyes?" - Scott shoots in worry, along with Dylan - " You look like you haven't slept in days." Scott let out a sigh of relief, and Dylan laid back on the bed.

" Oh, it's nothing. Just . . . Stressing," Scott said quickly. Dylan rolled her eyes at the answer.

" Just stress? Nothing else?" Ms. McCall asks, looking down at her son in disbelief. Scott looked at his mother in confusion.

" Homework?" he answered, but it sounded more like a question. Dylan wanted to face palm herself, but she didn't want Ms. McCall's suspicions to grow upon Scott, so she kept that face palm for another day, maybe even minutes.

" I mean, it's not like you're on drugs or anything," Ms. McCall says, a partial joking tone inside of her voice that she's hoping Scott isn't doing. Scott continues to look at his mother in confusion.

" Right now?" he asked. Ms. McCall's smile dropped as her son says those words and a look of shock is replaced by it.

" I'm sorry, what do you mean 'right now'? Have you ever taken drugs?" Dylan couldn't contain the laughter that traced through her voice, she tried to held it in, but it came out. Ms. McCall's reaction was priceless. Scott's idiocy was purely amusing, too.

" Have you?" Scott asks, causing Dylan's laughter to blossom into a frantic laughing rage. Ms. McCall gave Dylan a warning look, causing Dylan to silence down, but she continued to snicker here and there. Ms. McCall decides to leave the room, heading for work, and Dylan and her distraction head to work.

So, first you have to convert 195 mL to blank L. Because you are going to a bigger unit, you must divide 195 by 1000," Dylan explained as she looked at the worksheet Scott was given for homework. Scott looked at the sheet, then back at Dylan in horror as if someone had just shot him with a AK 47, and revived him.

" What? How did you get one thousand? That's what I want to know," Scott yelled out flabbergasted. Dylan let out a sigh.

" You are so lucky I don't have any homework, and I have the time for this," Dylan told him. Scott looks at Dylan in wonder. How did she end up with no homework anyways? She had always some sort of work to do. Before Scott could even question it, his computer notifications alarm went off. He got up and headed online to see Stiles wanted to face time. He clicked the accept button and soon Stiles' face appears on the screen, pretending to shoot Scott with a toy Nerf gun. Dylan rolls her eyes as she begins to do Scott's worksheet for him, a common act she does for Scott.

" What'd you find?" Scott asks Stiles through the computer screen, but Dylan starts to block them out, as she sets Scott's homework in his book bag and takes out her novel, See Me. She was so engrossed in the book, but when she realizes that Stiles isn't talking which is absurd in so many cases. She looks up. She sees Derek in the corner of Scott's room, glaring at her distraction angrily. When Derek notices that Dylan has seen him, he looks her way and tells her to stay quiet. Dylan, being the person she is follows his orders as she watches what happens next.

Derek walks over to Derek and pulls him out of his chair, pinning him to Scott's bedroom wall. Unlike the two boys, Dylan didn't have super heightened hearing, so she was stuck staring at them without knowing a word they were talking about. Then, out of no where Derek disappears. Dylan takes this as her chance to go home, so she begins to pack her stuff. " Well, I'm going home. I did your homework for you. This is the official last time I am doing your homework for you," Dylan says as she pulls her book bag up and sets the bag strap on her shoulder. Scott nods, appreciative of what Dylan has done and a little frightened by what Derek has just done.

Dylan notices his facial expression and begins to reassure him in a negative way. " Don't worry, Scott. You always get beaten up, so you'll get used to it at one point." Scott scowls his friend, but doesn't say a word as he watches her exit his room and head off to her destination.

As Dylan walked downstairs, she felt as she was being watched so when she turned the corner it was no surprise that Derek stood in the corner of the room. Though Dylan had still managed to be frighten. What the hell is up with this man and lurking in corners? she asked herself mentally. Derek walks up to Dylan, with his usual expression on his face.

" Watch after Scott. Make sure he doesn't play in that lacrosse game," Derek says, getting straight to the point of why he's talking to her. Dylan groaned.

" Why? I said I wouldn't get into this," Dylan whined. It was rare of her to do so, but she didn't want to get involve, start missing classes and worry about being killed every second of the day. Derek understood the girl's whining, but he still didn't let that go as an excuse. " You should care about his safety. If he shifts, then it's not only on him, it's on me. And you."

" Why me?" Dylan asks, turning around to face Derek. She didn't realize that he was so close, that it caused her heart rate to increase. She couldn't deny that his features were completely gorgeous, but she let the thoughts quickly go away, remembering the deal she made once she transitioned from fifth grade to sixth: NEVER EVER FALL IN LOVE UNTIL I AM SUCCESSFUL IN LIFE, AND KNOW HOW TO PROVIDE FOR MYSELF.

Derek noticed Dylan's heart beat and emotions and decided to push it a little bit just for the fun of it. He walked closer to Dylan, making her back up in a wall. He smirked in amusement and inched closer to her face, faintly brushing his lips past hers. Dylan held her breath in when Derek does this, but she keeps her composure and stands still.

" Well, if he doesn't I'll kill your little 'distraction', and you don't want that to happen. Will that be our deal?" Derek says seductively, that Dylan wonders how he manages to do that will being a threatening and intimidating person. " You keep him from that game and he stays alive . . . possibly even you." Dylan nods very slowly, making Derek smirk in his success. He moves away from Dylan and just like that, he vanishes.

Dylan fixes her posture and dusts herself off, quickly exiting the house, acting as if nothing has happened.

Scott stops his bike angrily, Dylan falling off in the process. She lands with a thud and gets up, dusting herself off and glaring at him in the process, but Scott just ignores it as he stomps off in anger. " Derek!" he yells, furious.

As Scott had his little hissy fit, Dylan makes her way onto the porch of the Hale residence and looked at what was left of the house. She saw the pictures of it before the fire and the house was gorgeous, but she didn't know that the fire caused this much of a damage. She sure now sees why Derek is the way he is, but looking into his eyes, she can tell there is just more than that.

That made Dylan wonder why Derek hasn't appeared yet. Just as she turned around, Derek stands there looking at Scott. Dylan just watched what was happening around her. Scott stood there furiously. " Stay away from her! She doesn't know anything!" Scott yells at Derek. " Yeah?" Derek asks, walking over to Dylan and swiftly picks her up, placing her on his shoulders. Dylan squeals, but doesn't say anything because she doesn't want to be glared at. She just raises her arms and rests her chin on her elbows, getting comfy. " What if she does? You think your little buddy Stiles can just google up all the answers and now you got all the answers, is that it?"

Scott's face turns into a look of anger and fear as he looked up at Derek holding his best friend as if she weighs a feather. " You don't get it, Scott, but I'm looking out for you, Stiles, and Dylan - who you could kill in a second." Dylan held a breath in and let it out.

" Well, that's nice," she breaths out sarcastically, earning a look from both Derek and Scott. " Think about what could happen," Derek says, inching his way closer to the young werewolf, putting Dylan down and taking up Scott's lacrosse stick. " You're out on the field, the aggression comes, and you shift in front of everyone. Your mom, and all your friends-" Dylan scoffs and laughs.

" Like he has much of that," Dylan comments, earning an eye roll from both males. " And when they see you" - Derek starts crushing Scott's stick - " Everything falls apart." Derek throws the stick up, emphasizing to make a point. Dylan rolls her eyes.

" Such a drama queen. I don't think breaking the stick was necessary, we get the point," Dylan says, once Derek was gone, knowing that he heard her.

When Dylan found out that the two boys have dug a hole in the back of Derek's yard and found a dead body. She went ballistic. " What the hell? Are you serious?" she yells as she watches Derek being put in the back of a police car. She could've been at home, studying for a test or reading her book, but no! These two distractions messed that up for her. She's aggravated that she decided to be apart of this whole werewolf extravaganza.

The boys rolled her eyes and Stiles drags Dylan off into the police car, sneaking past his father. He pushes Dylan in, making her bump her head. " OW!" Dylan lets out and slaps Stiles.

" OW!" Stiles lets out. " What was that for?" Dylan looks at him, her facial expression saying: you are so stupid.

" Well," she begins. " You did make me hit my head while getting in. DUH!" Stiles rolls his eyes and Derek watched the two teens, in anger. Stiles ignores Dylan and faces Derek.

" OK, just so you know, I'm not afraid of you," Stiles says. Dylan laughs, knowing how big of a lie that is. Derek shot Stiles a very menacing look towards Stiles, making him coward away a little. " OK, maybe just a little bit . . ." Dylan rolls her eyes.

" Doesn't matter. Anyways, that girl you killed -" Dylan scoffed.

" Do you know that for sure for sure?" Dylan asked, staring down Stiles angry that he and Scott put Derek in jail. Stiles rolls his eyes and continues. " That girl you killed was a werewolf. She was a different kind, wasn't she?" Dylan looks over at Derek, seeing him getting agitated by the second. Oh Stiles. You are so making him want to kill you, she thinks to herself.

" That's why you killed her?" Stiles says. Dylan face palms herself. She looks over at Derek and mouths, I'm sorry for my friend. He's a retard. Derek just nods and looks at Stiles.

" Why are you so worried about me, when your friend's been the problem?" Derek asks, then looks over at Dylan, who was now on her phone, studying for her biology test. " When he shifts on the field, what do you think they're gonna do? Keep cheering him on? I can't stop him from playing, but you two can." Dylan looks up and sighs, when she heard those words come from his mouth. Derek glances at Dylan, then glares back at Stiles moving closer to him, through the mesh. " And trust me, you want to."

Stiles was so scared, he didn't realize his dad had seen him. Soon, Stiles was dragged out the car and Dylan goes unnoticed. Dylan smiles widely. " Oh! I go unnoticed! I feel like a ninja!" she says, silly like, forgetting Derek was right there. Derek cocks his eyebrows and Dylan finally notices him. " Oh . . . I forgot you were here. And I'm supposed to be smart!" she says. Derek just sighed.

" Remember, keep Scott from playing at that lacrosse game," Derek says. Dylan nods.

" I feel like a spy on a mission! Oh!" she says, about to get out of the cop car, but she stops. " Says the girl who didn't want to be involved! Ugh! I have issues!" She exits the car before Derek could even comment and sneaks past the Sheriff successfully.

Dylan sits at her bed studying for her test. She didn't have to deal with any werewolf business now, so she's just studying for the biology test she wants to get a hundred on. As she studies, her mind drifts off to Derek for some absurd reason. She grimaced in anger from her thoughts and shouted, " Stop thinking about him!"

It's a great think no one was home with her today, because Dylan would feel so awkward if her mother came in her room, thinking she was crazy. " I wonder if he's OK. I should check on him," Dylan says to herself, then gets up and walks downstairs. She takes her keys and exits the house, walking her way to the police station. Because Dylan didn't have a car, she has to walk or depend on Stiles' jeep to get to places when her mother wasn't around or had to use her car.

It wasn't a long walk there, not that Dylan cared. When she reaches the police station, she walks up to the office and looks at the office sitting at the desk. " Hey, Maury," Dylan says enthusiastically. Maury looks up at Dylan in surprise.

" What would you like Dylan? You never come to the police station," he says, stop doing what he was doing. Dylan shrugs.

" I came here to visit somebody," Dylan says. Maury nods and asks, " who?"

" Derek Hale," Dylan answered nonchalantly. Maury furrows his eyebrows and shakes his head.

" I'm sorry. He's not allowed to have any visitors," Maury says. Dylan groaned.

" Please? I never come here and this really means a lot to me. Please?" Dylan says, doing the puppy dog eyes, lying. It didn't mean anything to her, but she just wanted to check on him. Again, for some absurd reason. Maury sighed, then pointed to where she needed to go. Dylan smiles, then walks to the cells.

When she sees Derek, she sees him doing push ups and all that shit. She sighed and walked towards his cell saying, " Hola! Como estas?" Derek stops what he's doing and looks up to see Dylan standing there in her blue sweater, grey beanie, black pants, and grey converse. Derek denied that she looks good and he gets up, masking his feelings by saying, " aren't you supposed to be watching Scott?"

" Yeah, but I have time," Dylan says, rolling her eyes. " Plus, I don't want to be involved in this . . . . Ugh!"

" Well, you're eventually going to since you know about it," Derek answers. Dylan rolls her eyes, nodding because she know he's right. She sighed and she placed her hands on the bar, not noticing the ice forming once she touched, neither did Derek.

" How are you liking it here?" she asked. " It might be your new home."

Derek didn't answer her, and just continued staring at her, asking himself what is wrong with this girl and her causing these feelings. He knew she was his anchor, but he didn't want to admit it. He sighed and looked down at her hand, seeing that it's covering the cell in icicles.

" Dylan, look at your hand. You're making icicles," Derek says in shock. Dylan looks down and gasps when she sees what she has done.

" What the hell . . ." She manages to get out, shocked from what she has done. " You know what. I'm just going to-"

" Go home. Don't bother with the game. You need to do some research on that," Derek says. Dylan looks up in shock.

" But, you kept on bothering me about watching after Scott. You seduce me, then now you're telling me no? What-"

" Go. Home. Scott will be fine . . . Hopefully," Derek said, giving Dylan an icy glare, scaring Dylan away. She sighed upset and pouted, looking adorable in the process, well, to Derek anyways.

" Fine . . . Just because you scare me . . ." Dylan says, and begins to walk out. Derek smirks at her answer and watches her leave.

Dylan spent her time home. She didn't do research on the incident that happened at the police station with the ice. Instead, she decided to take a shower. She enters the bathroom and turns on the water, not noticing the water freezing in the process. She exits the bathroom to get her towel and when she came in she almost screams at the sight. The bathroom is fully covered in ice and snow.

Her mother wasn't home, which was a good thing, so she wouldn't see the sight. She looked at her hand to see ice forming through her hands. " What the fuck?" Her phone starts buzzing, indicating that a message has came. She walks out the bathroom and picks up her phone seeing the message was from Stiles. Must be about Scott, she thinks.

To: Dylan Vanderwall

From: Stiles Stilinski

Message: Scott is fine. Nothing went wrong.

Dylan sighs and tumbles onto her bed. At least Scott has a good ending of the day. Now I'm stuck with ice coming from my hand and everything is freezing when I touch it. I feel like fucking Elsa from Frozen, Dylan thinks to herself miserably.