Thanks for all the reviews! I have a feeling this half of the reason will be very Laci/Derek! I'll have to wait to decide where they're going when we're more into the season, but things are looking good for them! I can not wait until the new episode tonight! I do not own anything in this chapter, besides Laci, everything else belongs to their rightful owners.

Chapter 2

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Laci took her seat beside Isaac in art class. They were instructed to paint whatever came to them, but all that Laci could see when she closed her eyes was Derek. She couldn't very well paint him when Isaac was sitting right beside her. She couldn't even paint him anyway. He was just her friend, kisses aside. They had history, sure, but that's all it was. History. Isaac was her present, and hopefully her future. She loved Isaac, not Derek. She had tried to care about him before and it just kept blowing up in her face. Isaac was the guy she was with, and that was that.

'Her expression was different, more distant and colder. He had caused that look, he had created that reaction inside of her. "Just because you're a jerk, Derek, doesn't mean that I want you to die." she told him coldly before she returned to pressing the rag against his chest. She lowered the rag to his abs slowly, causing him to groan from the coldness against his skin. He grabbed her wrist, causing her eyes to jump back up to his. He started to lean in toward her, causing her eyes to widened just the slightest. "What are you doing?" she asked him softly.

He paused where he was, his face just inches from her own. She was so close to him, she was basically on his lap. His eyes flickered down to her mouth, lingering there for a long moment before they returned to her eyes. His tongue swept across his dry lips, the image of their almost kiss in her kitchen flashing through his head. "I want to kiss you." he told her, his voice low and rough from the dryness in his mouth.

She froze upon hearing those words come out of his mouth. She couldn't be any more confused right now. He couldn't want to kiss her. He had just told her that he had only talked to her before because he was using her to get to Scott. He couldn't want to kiss her, not after he said those awful things to her. She shouldn't want to kiss him either. "I thought you were just using me?" she asked his as she found herself subconsciously looking down at his lips repeatedly.

He leaned in as close as he could without actually touching her. His eyes flickered down to her lips one last time before meeting her eyes again. "I lied." he said out before crashing his lips onto hers. She jolted up from the surprise of the kiss. Derek devoured her mouth with his own, wanting to taste her so badly. Her lips were soft, innocent compared to his dry cracked ones. She didn't seem to care as she let him kiss her. A growl rumbled from the pit of his throat as she kissed down his jaw line to his neck. His good hand gripped on the back of her dress, his claws growing as the kiss heated up.

He pulled her on top of him, hissing with she accidentally touched his bad arm. The two didn't seem to notice though as she straddled his lap. His good hand ran up her thigh, playing risky as his fingers move under the hem of her dress. She sighed inside of his mouth as he massaged her thigh with his hand. Her heart was beating like a hummingbird against her rib cage as the air around them grew thick. She was kissing down his neck when his eyes opened, they were a glowing blue color as the wolf was fighting to come out.'

"Laci?"

She gasped, snapping back from her day dream to find herself back in the art room. Her face immediately turned red upon realizing that she had been day dreaming about her first kiss with Derek. Why couldn't she seem to get him out of her head? This needed to stop before it got her in more trouble than she was already. Her eyes flickered over to a confused Isaac beside her, only making her feel more guilty. "Um, sorry. I-I, um, I was zoning out. I-I don't know what to paint," she lied to him, forcing herself to give him a weak attempt of an actual smile. She knew her heart was racing and her smile wasn't all that convincing, but he just nodded his head and looked back at his painting.

A part of her was almost hurt that he didn't call her on her obvious lie. She could see that he didn't believe her, but he wasn't going to call her on it. A sigh left her lips as she looked back at her own canvas to see that she had been painting something. Guilt filled her as she saw in great big dripping red paint 'LIAR' on it. She couldn't even remember picking up the brush, let alone outing herself in red paint. Without notice, she quickly tore it down, crumbling it up before tossing it to her feet.

Her eyes flickered over to Isaac, opening her mouth to apologize for everything she hadn't told him, when she noticed that he wasn't even looking at his own canvas, let alone anywhere near her. He was watching Allison across the room with a look had use to give her before they went out. He liked her. She didn't know what hurt worse, the fact that she was lying to him about Derek, or that he was lying to her about Allison. Her eyes returned to her own painting, not knowing how she was supposed to just sit her and pretend she didn't just see her boyfriend opening staring at her friend.

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Instead of offering to walk her to her next class like he usually did, Isaac made some excuse about having to go down to the locker room to get something and that he wouldn't be able to walk her. She wasn't that surprised, it wouldn't be the first time he had found someway to get out of walking her to class. So, instead of walking alone, she went in search of her brother and Stiles to see if their day was going any better. Of course, she wasn't expecting to see Stiles basically shoving her brother into a classroom. She picked up her pace and opened the door to the room. "What are you two . . . oh, my god, Scott," she trailed off as she watched her brother basically strip off his button down shirt and tossing his bad aside.

"Get back, Laci! Get away from me," Scott snarled out.

Laci couldn't understand what was going on. She hadn't seen Scott like this since he was first bitten and getting control of his anger. Her eyes widened as it dawned on her what was going on, but the last time she looked, Scott had his control over it, well, controlled. "Stiles, what's going on?" she asked him, not understanding where this sudden lack of control over his shifting was coming from.

He didn't have time to explain it to her though, mostly because he didn't even understand what was going on either. "I'll explain later," he told her before turning his attention to Scott again. He had helped his friend through this before, he could do it again. He just didn't know if they had the time to refresh Scott on the Werewolf 101 again. "Scott, it's okay," he tried to tell him, but even Laci could see that just saying it was okay wasn't going to do the trick.

Laci knew that Scott was having trouble sleeping and hallucinations, but he hadn't lost control around her or their mom yet. Isaac hadn't mentioned anything to her either. She knew that they weren't talking, but she knew that if something was happening to Scot, Isaac would find a way to tell her about it. "I don't know what's going to happen. Get back!" Scott snapped at the both, growling in pain as he kept trying to keep from changing. He stood up straight, his breathing heavy as his eyes refused to changed from red back to their regular color. He held up his hands, digging her claws into his palms. He was trying to use the pain to stop the change.

Blood flowed down his hands from the new puncture wounds in his hands. She gripped Stiles' arms when Scott's canines grew in. He threw his head back and howled in pain. He was trying so hard to push it back. After another moment, he dropped to his knees as he finally managed to stop the change. Laci didn't wait for the okay before hurrying to her brother's side to make sure he was okay. He was covered in a layer of sweat, and his hands were covered in his own blood. "Pain makes you human," Stiles said out when he realized what Scott had been doing by hurting himself. "Scott, this isn't just in our heads. This is real," he told him, looking between the twins to see that they were both listening to him. "It's starting to get bad for me too," he confessed to them both, looking nervous when he saw the look they were giving him now.

Stiles looked nervous to tell them what was going on with him, almost embarrassed. Neither understood why he would be embarrassed to tell them, they were his best friends. They had all grown up together, as close as siblings really. "God, I'm just having nightmares and I'm having these dreams where I have to literally scream myself awake, and sometimes I'm not even sure I'm ever actually awaking up," he explained to them both, trying to explain it to them the best he could. It felt like he had explained it to at least Scott a dozen times already, but every other time had been a dream.

"What do you mean?" Scott asked him.

Laci looked between them, wishing that she could help them more than she was. She felt useless just sitting here comforting her brother and listening to Stiles. It felt like she should be doing something to help them. There should be someone they had to beat, that would make things better by beating them, but there wasn't. The enemies were them themselves, and she didn't know how to beat that. "You know how you can tell if you're dreaming? You can't read in a dream. A lot more the last few days, I've been having trouble reading. It's like I can't see the words, like I can't . . . put the letters in order," he explained to them nervously as he looked around the room. It was like he was just waiting for something to happen, for something to jump at him and tell him that this was a dream too.

"Like even now?" Laci asked him, looking between them worried.

Stiles looked liked he wanted to do everything but answer that question. He raised his head up, looking around the room carefully. Raising to his feet, he took a real good look at the chalkboard behind them. There was writing still there from class, but he couldn't read a word of it. Same with all the posters around the room. Panic flashed in his eyes as the reality of the fact that he couldn't read anything in this room dawned on him. Just like outside at the locker, he couldn't even read the numbers on his lock. He couldn't understand the language, let alone even enough to give a possible guess as to what it said.

"I can't read a thing,"

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Laci laid out on her bed, listening to music as she flipped through pages of her favorite book at the time, Hush Hush. Patch, the main male lead, reminded her a lot of Derek. He was strong, older, you never really know if he's a friend or an enemy, definitely hot, and did whatever he could to protect his loved one, or in his case just the main female lead of the book. Reading the book only made her think of Derek more and more, which was every sign that she should toss it and never ever think about it again. For some reason it was her favorite book though.

The main couple had no chance of ever being together, Patch was even doing everything he could to keep them apart. He didn't even like her in the beginning, he had been using her for his own personal gain. Much like Derek had done with her in the beginning. She could still remember that night in the jail cell when he had told her as much. The only difference? Nora never gave up Patch, she eventually saw through every attempt he did to make her forget about him. Even when it seemed hopeless, she found a way to make sure they stayed together in the end.

As she shut the book, her eyes flickered to her bedroom door. Isaac was supposed to be her Patch. He was supposed to be that guy she did everything to be with, fought whoever she had to fight to be with. He was supposed to be the one who would love her until his dying breath, that would do anything to protect her, even if it meant hurting himself. But as she really thought about it, he wasn't that guy to her. They had been through plenty, sure, and he had protected her, no doubt about it, but he wasn't her Patch.

He wasn't Derek.

As long as she had known about it, love was never supposed to be easy. It was supposed to be something you wanted to fight for, and you do fight for with everything you have. It's supposed to be that thing you can't live without, but would give up in a second if it meant the other person was safe. Love was when you fight and fight with the other person, but still love them at the end of the night. That was love for her, and she wasn't sure anymore if Isaac was the one she thought about when she thought of love.

It had always been him, he had been who she use to see when she thought of love, but she knew deep in her heart that things hadn't been the same since the baby scare. Since their break up, there had just been, she didn't know, something missing. The fire, the passion, that had use to be there, just wasn't anymore. There had to be a reason she had kissed Derek back, there had to be. She wasn't the type of girl to just go back and forth. She and Derek had been over for months, if anything the only thing between them was friendship. Laci didn't have any idea what that meant, and she wasn't sure she wanted to know either.

The sound of a crash caught her attention. Hurrying to get up from her bed, she crossed the room to get to her door. Her first worry as she opened her door was that Scott had had another lapse in being able to control his changing again. She was surprised to find instead, Isaac in the same spot he had been earlier when Scott threw him out of his room. "Oh, you guys, come on! This house does not have a supernatural ability to heal! So, stop it!" she heard her mom call up from the downstairs. Laci gave Isaac a look, both curious to know what he had said to upset Scott, and annoyed because if he didn't stop soon, he was going to leave a hole in their wall. He simply gave her a weak smile in return as he climbed back up to his feet and made his way to his room. With an eye roll, Laci returned to her room to get back to her book. Scott and Isaac, not to mention Stiles on a good day, could be a real pain.

Boys will be boys though.