A/N: Extra long chapter for you guys because I wont be updating till around Sunday-Monday! Sorry, cousins are gonna be here and I'm gonna have no time to write :/ Love you guys! Review to make me happy when I come back :]

Chapter Three:

Familiar Faces

Chapter Song: Who Are You, Really by: Mikky Ekko / Fix You by: Coldplay

Scott was like a stranger to me. I've known him for almost all of my life, and he was like a stranger. It was like I didn't know who he was anymore, who the real Scott McCall was. I felt entitled to have a bit of control in my life, and Scott being around me, being able to shift into a werewolf at any given second, it didn't make me feel in control. Keeping my distance from him this week was more complicated than I thought. Since Allison and Stiles were Scott and I's only good friends, he was with either of them at all times. Scott and Stiles knew I was keeping my distance, that this was a choice I'd make on my own, whether or not I would still stay around Scott or not. The problem was, he was still the same old Scott; there was just another part of him added to that. And it was dangerous.

"Kat? KAT?" Stiles yelled, clapping his hands to get my attention.

"Huh? What?" My head lifted up, craning over to him.

"We're here." Stiles alerted with a confused look on his face, he was standing outside the car, his backpack in his hands. Then I noticed how we were at school.

"Right," I sighed, grabbing my bag and slinging it over my shoulder.

"Have I mentioned how sorry I was?" Stiles hung a heavy arm across my shoulder. He was aware of my strange personality these past few days.

"Only about seventy-two times,." I took his arm and placed it back by his side, "it's not your fault".

"We should have told you. It would have broke the news a little bit quicker."

"Stiles, whether you broke the news in one second flat or over three days, I still would have felt the same. It's a big shock to you when you discover your best friends some supernatural creature of the night, not to mention while he's trying to kill you."

"With me being me, I'm surprised how easily I took it. And he tried to strangle me." I looked to Stiles in terror. He tried strangling him?

"Not helping am I?" He bit his lip. I shook my head furiously, my lips parted to scared to say anything.

"Stiles, Kat." Scott ran up to us, his head lifted to meet our eyes. My mind flashed to how he looked Saturday night, but I shook it off. I couldn't be afraid of Scott forever.

"What's wrong?" Stiles wondered. From there, Scott explained his nightmare to us. He dreamt of mauling Allison in a bus.

"It was so realistic." Scott complained, as we pushed open the doors to exit one of the school buildings, we gasped at the sight in front of us.

"I think that's because you really did it!" In front of us, was a bus cornered off by caution tape and surrounded by policeman. Blood was smeared everywhere.

"Oh my God, Allison." Scott ran off, trying to find her. Stiles and I quickly followed behind, watching from a far Scott punching his locker. It was dented severely. Once he realized what he did. he scurried to go around the corner.

"What if he killed Allison? What lie do we make up then?"

"Uh, he didn't do it! Blame Derek! We've been pretty good at blaming him at stuff already!"

"You can't blame Derek for every murder that pops up."

"That's because we're almost positive he did it!"

"You already were wrong about—oh my God, Allison's okay." I relieved, seeing Scott turn the corner with Allison by his side.

"Oh my god, yes!" Stiles let out a big nervous breath, and then he stopped and thought for a second, "then wait, what happened in the bus?"

"What if it wasn't Allison who he killed?"

"Oh boy."

"I think he needs to talk to Derek." I finally admitted.

"What? Derek? What's with everyone siding with that guy. He's not God, he doesn't know everything!"

"But he does know how to control himself." Stiles opened his mouth to disapprove, but he closed it after realizing I was right.

Convincing Scott to go to Derek's for help was as easy as taking as child to the dentist to get teeth pulled. He fought me over and over on it, but I urged him, saying it would be better for all of us…including Allison. That finally made him agree, since they were apparently going out now. From what Stiles told me, after we all left they kissed in the locker room. For Allison, I wanted to tell her to stay away from Scott. But I couldn't do that to him. He'd hate me forever, which would probably cause him to kill me.

"I can't believe you're making me do this." Scott sighed, frowning in the passenger seat.

"You tried killing me the other night, the least you owe me is to do this." I honestly stated.

"Sorry for that, again."

"Stile's says it's a natural habit since apparently you're some sort of werewolf now." I rolled my eyes.

"I know you resent what I am. I do too."

"I don't resent who you are, Scott. As I told Stiles earlier, it's hard taking this all in."

"How do you think I feel? But you're getting Derek Hale to help me? He caused this!" He conveyed, frustrated.

"Derek saved me when you were about to rip my throat out, right now he's saving your ass from getting caught. Go find something in common with him, make a friend not an enemy." I stated as we pulled up to a dilapidated house. The wood walls were either burnt or hanging on by a thread. The windows were covered in dust, and inside, sheets covered them. Some of the were busted. A line of vines ran up the house all the way to the roof, which no longer existed. The paint was chipped on the door, and the house looked like it could fall down at any second. This was the post result of the Hale fire. Derek was living here? This was a danger zone, you'd have to be crazy to set foot in there. The place did look abandoned; maybe Scott got the wrong address.

"Because ripping someone's throat out is such a bonding experience." He rolled his eyes. I cut the engine and we both got out of the car.

"Are you sure you have the right place?" I looked up, having a hard time believing someone lived here. Scott nodded.

"Derek, get out here. I know you can hear me." Scott demanded, not speaking more than his normal tone than he was to me in the car. I looked to Scott, more than confused.

"I need your help, I don't want it, but apparently I really need it." He admitted, "now come out of the house, because I know you're here." Scott demanded. After looking at Scott, I turned my attention back to the house to see Derek standing on the porch with his hands stuffed in the pockets of his jeans. It was his signature position he stood in. My heart jumped, how did he get out here silently? Stupid werewolf powers.

"Found him." I nudged Scott. Scott made me walk with him up to the porch to meet Derek even though this had nothing to do with me.

"Give me one reason I should help you." He sternly said.

"I know I was part of the reason for you getting arrested, and I basically announced you being here to the hunters, and I'm sorry I have no clue what happened to your sister, but I think I did something last night. I had a dream about someone and I hurt them. When I got to school this morning, someone else was hurt." Scott made no sense. Derek looked at Scott with a confused look on his face, much like the look I always wore around Stiles.

"He means he had a dream about his girlfriend, and in the dream he killed her in a school bus. When we got to school, the bus was cornered off by police and there was blood everywhere, but it wasn't his girlfriend that was hurt, it was a bus driver, who Scott happened to know." Now Derek understood.

"Did you see what I did last night?" Scott asked him.

"No." Derek answered.

"I need the truth. Am I going to hurt someone?"

"Yes."

"Can I kill someone?" Scott's next question popped up.

"Yes." Derek nodded, pointing to me.

"Am I going to kill someone?"

"Probably." Scott bugged out, walking down the porch trying to catch his breath.

"You seem to know how to control everything, and the last thing we need is another episode of Saturday night."

"Look, Scott, I can show you how to remember. You don't remember attacking Katherine, right? Well, I can train you how to control that and remember. I'll show you how to control the shift, even on the full moon. Remember the way you felt at Jackson's party? I stayed there, while you were shifting in your room, I was at the party, Katherine being my witness." Scott looked to me, and I nodded.

"Fine." Scott agreed.

"Go back to the bus, go inside, see it, feel it. It'll bring back memories by smells, sights, feels. You'll be able to glue pieces together. Your senses will remember for you." Derek assured.

"That's it?"

"Then come back here in a few days. Tell me what you remember." With a grumbled whatever, Scott took off for the car.

"Scott!" I called, trying to make him come back but he got in the car, and lightly slammed the door.

I sighed, "I didn't know being a werewolf made you so moody." My lips formed a line. That got a crack out of Derek.

"By any chance, would you like to come over one day?" Derek offered. I was paused for a second, not knowing what to say. Did the immensely gorgeous Derek Hale just ask me to hang out? But, this man was as immobile and as emotional as a brick wall…at least to everyone else he was. But that wasn't even the point, I was still trying to come to terms with the whole 'werewolf' thing, and being alone in a room with a werewolf probably wasn't my best option.

"Sure." But then again, he did save me. And how could I say no to a face like that? Stop it, Katherine! What are you doing? You just agreed to hang out with some killer monster-werewolf after school one day.

"How about tomorrow night?"

"Tomorrow sounds perfect." On the outside, I was cool and collected while on the inside I was freaking out.

"Then I'll see you tomorrow night, Katherine." His straight lined lips pulled up in one corner. With that, I smirked and turned around, heading back to the car. Once I sat myself in the drivers seat, I shut the door and sat still for a minute, smiling in my own silence.

"You're going out with Derek? Are you crazy?" Scott cried, ruining my moment. I put the car into drive and we headed back the same way we came in.

"Did you know eavesdropping is considered rude now-a-days?"

"Not like I can help it."

"And that's exactly why Derek is helping you."

"Was this just some way for you to see Derek?" Scott asked.

"If you think this was about me seeing Derek than you're totally clueless." With a loud huff, Scott slid down in his seat.

"I don't think I can go back to the bus, Kat."

"If you want to remember, you're going to have to."

"What if I did kill him?"

"Then we've got a big problem on our hands." I admitted. Scott became even more nervous than he was before, but I was going to let Stiles calm him down. The last thing I needed was Scott to shift in my car, and kill me in the middle of me driving.

My lips formed a smile as they looked down to the screen, seeing a message from Derek pop up on the screen of my phone.

Pick you up at 7?

After sending Derek a quick yes and my address, I shoved my phone into my jeans pocket and headed to class. Just in time, I watch Scott hop off his bike after chaining it to the bike rack and he jogged over to me.

"I didn't do it!" He announced, happier than ever.

"Kill the driver?" Was it possible he was talking about something else?
"I was trying to help him. He was being attacked. I saw a pair of red eyes, it was—" The five minute warning of the school bell buzzed and echoed to the parking lot.

"Shoot, Scott, I got to go, if I'm late one more time I've got detention." I began quickly walking to class.

"Wait, but Derek!" He called. I didn't bother turning back, he was at it about Derek again.

"We're not discussing this right now!" I yelled back, heading to class before I was late for real.

Standing in front of the full-length mirror did me no justice. I still felt ugly, and more like Derek than anything. I happened to be wearing almost all black; it was the only cute outfit I came up with. The dark grey jersey bustier tank top I wore hugged my body tightly, and so did my black jeans. Instead of wearing my usual boots, I slid on a pair of black booties. The heel was high, but bearable. Not wanting to look like I was overdoing it, I left my dark brown hair stay naturally straight. My mind kept thinking that if it were curled, Derek would think I was trying to hard with that and my outfit and everything. God, I was one of those pathetic girls. My makeup was the way I always did it: eyeliner on the top and bottom, a golden eye shadow across my lids, and then the basic needs of foundation and powder. What can I say; I was really insecure of my skin and how I looked. My eyebrows had been filled in, but they still looked natural. Everything was going fine. I looked okay. As I slid on my leather jacket, I heard a honk from outside. That was Derek, right on time. I grabbed my phone and stuffed some money in my pocket, and headed downstairs, my heart pounding frantically.

"Where are you going?" My dad asked, coming out of one of the hallways.

"Out with a friend."

"It's a school night." He said sternly. That was my dad, always taking school first.

"We're studying after we get a bite to eat." I lied. My dad and I didn't have the best relationship. Sometimes lying to him was much easier than telling the truth. After a second of silence, he finally sighed.

"Fine. But remember, there's a nine thirty curfew."

"So?" The reason there was a curfew was because of Derek and Scott.

"So you've got to be home by nine thirty on the dot."

"Dad come on, there's a big world history test we're studying for. We need more than an hour and a half to study. We'll be really careful, one of the parents will drive me home." He thought about it for a minute.

"Fine. Make sure your mother knows where you are, she's at Wal-Mart, give her a call or something." I nodded in agreement and he walked back into the kitchen, leaving me to freely leave the house. Derek's sexy black Camaro was parked out on the street waiting for me. As I went to it, I typed up a quick text to send to my mom, faking the same story I told my dad.

"Nice jacket." Derek remarked, making me notice he too was wearing a black leather jacket over his grey t-shirt. I knew it! This outfit was too Derek Hale.

"I can say the same to you." I retorted, and with that, he quickly sped off.

The night was going more than fantastic so far. There was no conclusion I came to that answered the question why did Stiles and Scott hate Derek so much? He was such a nice guy.

"Seriously, let me pay!" Derek offered for the tenth time tonight. We were having a little friendly fight; he wanted to pay for my dinner.

"I brought money, I'm perfectly capable of paying myself." Derek cocked his head, giving me this look that made me want to cave in to him.

"How about the next time you take me out, you can pay." I settled. He finally agreed with the nod of his head.

"You're very stubborn." He observed, I simply laughed.

"Like I haven't heard that before." I smirked. There was no way Derek was paying for me next time. Who was I kidding; there was no next most likely had some really hot blonde at home, waiting for him in bed. I was probably just some way to annoy Scott since they hated each other so much. Wow. That thought never occurred to me. Was I some item in a 'get-back-at-Scott' plan? Derek was pretty rude to me when we first met in the woods, but at the party he seemed nice. Maybe he was planning to kill me, until he realized I was Scott's friend. He knew Scott would tear him to shreds. After paying the bill, Derek and I headed back to his car and once again he sped off ten or twenty miles over the speed limit. Don't let him notice something's up, I demanded from myself. As he turned on the radio, yet another The Black Keys song blared from the stereo. Most of the car ride, that's all that played. The car grew silent, until the rock song faded out and on came on 'Fix You' by Coldplay. I looked at the radio screen, barely believing my ears.

"You? A Coldplay fan?" I said in disbelief.

"Guilty pleasure." He admitted. The car became quiet again?

"I went to their concert a few years ago. Traveled two ours because the first concert was sold out, I was absolutely obsessed."

"As strange as this sounds, I've always wanted to go to one." I looked to him, trying to stifle a laugh.

"What?" Derek sternly wondered.

"The badass Derek Hale listening to some sad love song."

"It was my sister's favorite song." He admitted. Blood rushed to my cheeks, what did I just get myself into?

"I'm sorry." My voice was quiet.

"Don't be. She used to put it on repeat almost every day. It brings back memories. I never knew music could do that to you." This was a side of Derek Hale I've never met. From all I knew, he was mysterious, badass, dangerously hot, and a werewolf. But he was still a person, and he'd been through a lot, and he had a past that haunted him. And at that moment, he let down his walls and showed a bit of emotion.

"I know exactly what you mean." I turned to him, nodding my head. Derek turned towards me; his electrifying eyes gazing into mine. Then a noise broke our connection. Derek's head snapped back to the dashboard, looking at the fuel gage lighting up and beeping.

"We have to make a quick stop, sorry." He apologized. Derek dropped the subject of his sister quickly. "Mind changing the song?" He added.

"Yeah, sure." I grabbed the iPod sitting in the cup holder and switched the song, letting another rock song play. What kind of music does Derek like, I wondered curiously. I pressed on the 'artists' button and began scrolling down the list.

"Eskimo Joe? Foster The People? Kids of 88? Middle Class Rut? Wow, there's even some The Fray in there. It's like I'm looking through my playlist." I unknowingly smiled, searching through the songs Derek has listened to.

"Really? There's that much rock on there?"

"Okay maybe not as much, but still. Your music taste is impeccable." A bunch of lights began lighting up the car. Derek had pulled into a gas station and swung into an outer pump. He cut the engine, getting out of the car and closing the door behind him. My head turned to the right, seeing a crummy gas station store lit up. A neon red 'open' sign was blinking, catching my attention. An ad for fifteen-dollar cigarettes was hanging on the door. Gross. Then suddenly, I got thirsty. Should I bother getting out of the car and going to go get a drink? My mind made up the decision for me. I got out of the car and the door thumped loudly as I closed it.

"I'm gonna go get a drink. I'll be right back." I pointed to the convenient store. Derek nodded as he clicked the gas nozzle in place. My heels clicked loudly on the pavement as I walked up to the door and walked inside. The store smelt of cheap popcorn and stuffy air. The clerk barely acknowledged my presence, as he flipped to the next page of the newspaper glued to his hands. I walked over to the small, clear refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of ice-cold water. I saw two sets of headlights pull up to the gas station. My head craned to the windows, seeing one white Chevy Tahoe pull up directly behind Derek's car and another large red SUV pull up in front of Derek's. Thump, the water bottle was placed in front of the clerk. His eyes trailed up and looked to the bottle, then to me.

"One twenty-five." He blankly said. He put the newspaper down on the counter. The article he was reading headlines Derek Hale, 20, determined not killer of girl in woods. Thank God, there was no picture of him. I searched through my pocket and gave the man two dollars. As he handed me change and I tossed it back in my pocket, my phone buzzed for the twelfth time this night. It was Scott, and once again, I pressed ignore. Scott was supposed to be on a double date right now, why was he calling me? Get a life, Scott. He tried convincing me not to go with Derek earlier, but I ignored every word that came out of his mouth. After snatching the bottle from the counter, I walked outside in silence and took a bit gulp of my water.

"Nice ride," a familiar voice spoke, "Black cars though, very hard to keep clean. I'd defiantly suggest a little more maintenance." From where I stood next to the door, I saw a mans hand washing Derek's windshield with a windshield squeegee. Did the man work here? No, they didn't have service men anymore. Did they? I heard Derek put the gas nozzle back in its place. "If you have something that's nice, you want to take care of it, right? Personally, I'm very protective of the things I love. I learned that from my family." The man paused. "But you don't have much of that these days, do you?" The man's voice sounded satisfied. Whoever he was, he sure didn't work for the gas station. He walked over in between the gas pumps, but all I could see was back covering in a tan jacket. The man's face turned to Derek. Disappointment overwhelmed me as I could still barely see one-fourth of the man's face. There was no way of finding out who he was from standing over here. At least none of them spotted me standing at the door yet.

"There you go," the man threw something in the trash and gestured a hand towards the windshield, "I can look through your windshield now. See how that makes everything so much clearer?" After that, a silence fell between them and the man walked away.

"You forgot to check the oil." Derek spoke up. Derek! Who the hell calls back someone who was basically threatening them? There was more silence.

"Check the mans oil!" The same mans voice ordered, and a scruffy looking man in an oversized jacket came walking over to the drivers side of the car. He raised a baseball bat and swung for the window, making me react quickly. The water bottle dropped out of my hand and rolled away.

"What the hell?" I yelled, storming over to the car. The man stopped mid swing, never being able to hit the window, "what do you think you're doing?" I asked the man holding the bat and I crossed my arms over my chest. Then, I turned to see who the first mystery man was and a big surprise awaited me. Mr. Argent was standing to my right with a devious smile on his face.

"Mr. Argent?" The surprise in my voice was more than evident. What was Allison's dad doing here, calling Derek out and having someone break his window?

"Katherine." He tensed, his facial expression now turning soft.

"What's going on here?" I eyed the man holding the bat and then back to Mr. Argent.

"Just having a friendly chat with Mr. Hale." My head revolved to Derek, who's face expression was the usual 'brick wall' he always wore. No emotion was exposed.

"And is there a reason you're holding a bat?" I turned to the man next to Derek's car. There was another man leaning against the white Tahoe behind Derek. The man's eyes narrowed, sending me a glare of hatred.

"I think this would be a good time to get going." Mr. Argent announced, all the men heading back to their cars.

"How's the oil?" Derek smirked, not having moved an inch as the man passed him.

"Looks good to me." The man hissed.

"Drive safely" Chris climbed back into his red Tahoe, "and Katherine, there's a police enforced curfew, you might want to consider it. There's some dangerous things out there." His eyes concentrated to Derek. I reluctantly nodded, how did Mr. Argent know about Derek?

"I'll see you soon." He nodded back to me, and closed the door to his car. Derek and I didn't move until we saw their cars pull out of the station.

"What interactions have you ever had with Chris Argent?" Derek barked.