I place my hand on the boxing bag, slowing down its movement before attacking it again. Sweat is running down all parts of my body, but I continue to attack the bag over and over.

'I pity that poor bag. What did it ever do to you?' I hear Peter's voice ask, but I keep my focus on the boxing bag, giving it a right blow.

'What are you doing here?' I ask through heaving breaths, calming myself before a new round. Derek left several hours ago and it wasn't like Peter lived here with him. He'd left quite forcefully when Derek kicked him out after his little 'vision' that he refused to speak about. I'd stayed, trying to pry information out of him but Derek being Derek hadn't let anything on. It was like being back to the start – him as the big bad wolf with his secrets, and me feeling helpless. Except this time I was also carrying a broken heart in my chest, making my anger towards him ten times worse than it was when he was simply shutting me out. That is the reason for this lovely boxing bag in front of me, which I knew Derek had stashed somewhere before he left. He had offered me to come with him to stalk Scott, but I honestly couldn't see myself spend en entire day in a car with him without my bloody fist and his handsome face meeting – and possibly more than once.

So I'd stayed put to let my anger out on this boxing bag, but of course Peter has to come and be his uninvited self.

'Thought I'd pay Derek a visit,' Peter drawls, and bring my knee up to hit the bag before my ankle attacks it.

'Derek's not here,' I tell him, bringing my hands up to my face to get ready for another blow.

'Yet you are,' Peter moulders out loud and I stop in my tracks, turning to him.

'Why is that? You all alone in Derek's loft…' His eyebrows lifts up and I press my lips together. 'Careful, or you're going to be my new punching bag.'

'You've always been feisty,' Peter continues to drawl, and my eyes narrow. 'Even when you were human taking on a werewolf.'

'Muscles isn't everything,' I tell him, crossing my arms. 'I'm smart, and I can easily outsmart almost everyone in this little pack-gang-thing.'

'Almost everyone,' Peter agrees, and I purse my lips. I know what he means – he thinks he's smarter than me. Truth? He probably is, but I'll never admit it out loud. Certainly not to Peter.

I push some hair out of my face, not letting any emotion show on my face.

'As we've already come up with; Derek's not here, so you are very welcome to leave.'

I return my attention to the boxing bag, but my shrieking phone interrupts. I walk over to the table and pick up the phone, Derek's name flashing on it.

'A day too late,' I murmur before declining his call and putting the phone back, turning to Peter.

'I'm here because this is the only place I can be alone, and because it's the only place I won't have to pay to punch something,' I tell Peter, lifting my chin to show him he can't crawl under my skin. I'm not the little girl he manipulated to allow being bitten. I press my lips together and I pierce him with my gaze.

'Now will you leave me alone or will I have to throw you through the window?'

Peter holds up his hands as he backs towards the door. 'Enjoy the loneliness,' he drawls and I snort.

'Coming from you? Gladly.'

I'm drenched in sweat as the heavy metal door is once again pulled open, and I groan as I swipe the back of my hand across my forehead. I haven't bothered with keeping it light, so I manage to sneak behind the staircase to hide. I quickly spot to identical shadows, and I hear Danny's voice.

'Where did you say the guy was, who lives here?' Danny asked, and I frowned.

'He's out of town,' Aiden answers, grinning. I follow Ethan with my eyes as he walks onto the terrace with some machine. He puts it down and seconds later a loud roar can be heard, and Ethan gives them a thumbs up.

Aiden flips on a rave light, and Danny's lips form an exceptional grin.

'Oh yeah,' he nods, looking around. I press my lips together as I realise Derek is going to be furious when he finds out – and my smile becomes as wicked as Danny's.

I manage to sneak out and take my car back home, where I take a cold shower and change into the tightest pair of denim shorts I own which does wonders for my bum, and studded bra I bought last week for some unknown reason. I let my hair stay down, pulling it over my shoulder. Simple make-up is the best, knowing I will probably get a lot of body paint all over me.

I grab a hoodie and pull it on, zipping it up all the way to hide my tummy. I hurry outside, slipping on my Jeffrey Campbell's at the bottom of the stairs before I get back out in my car. I take a deep breath, before I back out and drive back to Derek's loft, hoping there's enough alcohol to get even me drunk.

Blue, orange and green have become my colours of the night. And with enough alcohol flowing in my blood and buzzing and I have no control – and I love it.

I try to focus on something around me, but when I'm unable I can't help but smile.

I react as I hear a crash, and I stumble around. Suddenly the music is cut off I try I fall to the floor as I try to find out where the music comes from. I look up, recognising Derek's furious expression. I can't help but giggle.

'GET OUT!' he shouts, putting just a bit of werewolfy powers into his tone to make them all frightened.

Everyone starts to run, but I stay on the floor, laughing. I look up, Derek's face hovering above me.

'You're pissed off,' I grin and he sighs, his shoulders tense.

'And you're pissed,' he answers, grabbing my forearm as he lifts me up on my feet, keeping an arm around my waist to keep me in balance. I try to push him away, but I'm not even slightly successful.

I notice some dark shapes, and I immediately know they're not human.

'Guys,' Aiden murmurs as the shapes turn to him. 'They're all looking at me.'

The shapes take another step forward, and I press my lips together so hard my bottom lips splits.

'Why are they all looking at me?' Aiden asks, sounding more than a little panicked.

I notice how no one seems to react, and not thinking about my horrible balance or my lack of focusing eyesight, I launch at one of the shapes, Derek and Scott following my lead. I claw goes right through it, and it kicks me in the stomach, and I go through the window and smack my back into the terrace. That hurt more than I'd like to. I try to stand up as I watch Derek and Scott standing no chance, but my head is spinning so hard I fall back down.

After both Derek and Scott are defeated, Isaac makes a move but is abruptly stopped when the shape draws a sword out of its own body. Isaac quickly back down, and I watch in horror as the shapes grab Aiden, mobilising him, before he falls to the ground.

Then they turn on Scott, but as they do the sun rises and they evaporate. Ethan runs over to Aiden as I managed to crawl up on my knees, Derek helping me stand.

'What the hell were those things?' Scott asks, sounding out of breath. I notice a new Asian girl standing beside him. Who the hell is she?

I press my lips together, trying to make my mind work.

'Your dad's 24 hours are up,' Isaac says, turning to Allison.

Derek walks me over to his bed, sitting me down. He hands me a bottle of water, piercing me with his gaze. 'Drink it,' he orders, and I sigh as I uncap the bottle, taking a swing of it. He walks back to Scott and the twins as I stay on the bed.

I look up as I see something move in the corner of my eye, and I notice the Asian girl staring at me.

'What's your name?' I ask, narrowing my eyes at her. She fiddles with the sleeves of her jumper before mumbling, 'Kira.'

I nod, taking another swing of the water bottle.

'Sophia,' I tell her, and she smiles. She wraps her arms around her waist, making me snicker. I recognise the gesture all too well. Kira looks at me with a puzzled gaze, but I just smile at her, before I look up to see Derek approaching again. I hold up the water bottle and drink from it. But he's still approaching.

I frown as he crouches before me, taking my chin between his fingers.

'Flash,' he says, and my frown deepens.

'Gladly, but preferably in private,' I answer, making him roll his eyes. I notice Kira gaping at me.

'Your eyes,' Derek sighs, 'flash your eyes for me.'

I try to flash my eyes red, but I realise I can't. Derek nods, and I stare down at him.

'Why–'

'You're too drunk,' he answers me and I pout. 'How much did you actually drink?'

'Three bottles of white wine, one bottle of red white, four bottles of mojito, a bottle of Mickey Finn, and some beer.'

'That would make even the strongest werewolf drunk,' Derek mumbles and I shrug. 'I've had two weeks to figure out how much I need to get drunk,' I tell him, and his eyes shoots up to me, his gaze disturbed. I hold my emotionless gaze, and Derek gets up to his feet.

'Drink that up, and I'll go get you a new one,' he says, briskly walking away.

I turn to Kira who looks absolutely frozen.

'How are you not dead?' she asks and I sigh, falling back on the bed.

'I'm a werewolf, we need a lot of alcohol to get even remotely drunk.'

'Okay,' he murmurs, frowning a little bit.

'And who is he?'

'That is Derek Hale,' I tell her, propping up on my elbows. 'He used to be an omega, then he became an Alpha and now I have no clue. We haven't spoken in a while.'

'Two weeks?' she guesses and I purse my lips.

'What happened?' she asks and I gesture for her to sit down next to me on the bed. She obeys and I drink some more water.

'He left town, and no one knew if he was ever coming back. Yesterday I found out he was back – and it was his uncle who was the one to tell me, and not him. You see, we've got quite the rocky history. Not long ago, I was human. I met Derek and Scott when I moved here to live with my cousin, Stiles. You met him?'

Kira nods and I give her a thumbs up.

'Well, what can I say? Derek is more than a little attractive, he's charismatic, magnetic–'

'Isn't that a Lana Del Ray song?' Kira asks and I brush her off.

'Whatever. We started briefly dating, but he cheated. I forgave him, but when he cheated again we broke up. He has problems with being spontaneous and not smart. Anyway, I got shot and died in his arms. But I didn't really die, because I'd got bitten and so when I woke up several days later I was a werewolf. Problem was my funeral had already been held, so I left town only to come back a few months later as deaths started to happen here and I was worried. Derek wasn't exactly happy to find out I wasn't dead, neither was anyone else. I had to hide a lot, because my uncle still thought I was dead. I also now worked for the bad guys, which included those twins over there, and we – meaning Ethan and Aiden – killed this guy named Boyd which was one of Derek's betas, so Derek didn't really trust me anymore, so he started to turn to this other woman, Jennifer. She was bad news and I tried to warn him, but of course he didn't listen so after he supposedly died he fucked her and I was more than a little pissed off. Anyway, turns out I was right as she turned out to be a crazy serial killer who sacrificed people to gain power, so we killed her. And then Derek left and I didn't really know how I felt but I figured I had enough time to grieve and then sort out my feelings and then move on but you can't do that in two bloody weeks.'

I'm breathing heavily through my nose, feeling Kira's evident stare. I downed the rest of the water bottle, frowning slightly.

'Why am I telling you all this?' I ask, turning towards the tiny girl. She shrugs, blushing slightly.

'I don't know,' she mumbles, 'maybe too much alcohol?'

I press my lips together, nodding.

'Probably,' I agree, falling back on the bed again. 'Probably…'

I close my eyes as I feel a hand on my shoulder, but before it gets a chance to stop me I fall unconscious.

I wake up abruptly as I hear something break not too far away. I'm heaving for breath, my eyes searching my surroundings. I find Derek's familiar gaze – he's cleaning. I push myself off the bed as his attention ships back to the broken lamp, picking up the pieces. I walk around, remembering the wild party that had been only a few hours ago – I think. I don't know how long I've slept for. He hasn't gotten to turn off the UV lights, though, making my body glow.

I notice the paint hasn't been removed and a mischievous smile erupts. I grab the brush belonging to the blue, yellow and red paint and sneak up on the crouching Derek from behind. I tug on his shirt and he stops what he's doing.

'What?' he asks, clearly confused.

'Take it off,' I order and there's a brief silence.

'Why?'

'Because I said so,' I groan, pulling it up. Derek grabs the hem and pulls it the rest of the day over his head, but stays in the same position. I take the blue brush and follow one of the arms of his tattoo, doing the same with the red and the yellow. Then I take the red brush and scribble something on his back. I take the brushes and walk back over to the paint table, and Derek rises. He finds a mirror, turning to see what I did to his back. I watch him closely.

I detect a small smile when he notices what I did to his tattoo, but his face shifts when he notices my scribble – I'm a heartbreaker.

His gaze lifts to meet mine, and I feel my whole demure falling apart.

'Forgive and forget isn't real,' I tell him and he presses his lips together.

'I could never forget what you did to me. You took a step too far for that,' I say, my voice trembling as I try to keep my feelings at bay. 'And for even a chance at forgiveness… Two weeks was not enough. It's still too fresh – all of it. You chose to turn to her. You chose to push me away. I can't ever forget that, and I most certainly can't forgive it. I will always hold a grudge, because you knew how much I'd been through. You knew how many people had hurt me, you knew! How do you expect me to turn to you again after all you've ever done is show me I can't trust you?'

My chest is rising and falling quickly, my tears misshaping the paint on my face.

'You keep apologising, but you've never actually shown me that you ever were sorry – for any of it.'

My whole body is shaking as I release all the feelings I've been holding in ever since the first time he broke my trust. I guess alcohol really is a truth-serum.

'This time you don't get to apologise. This time you get to hear how badly you've hurt me, and you don't get a say in any of it because it's all your fault. How many times have you broken my heart, only for me to take you back because I love you too much? If anything, you've abused me more than Deucalion ever did.'

Derek's eyes widen at my comment, and I see how his whole posture changes. His shoulders sag, his arms folding behind his head.

'Because I loved you, and you broke my heart over and over again, knowing exactly what you were doing. But this time you've broken my heart one too many times, and we're through. I've had enough – I deserve someone who treats me well, and no matter how much I wish that was you it's not.'

I run down the escalator stairs.

I watch as Scott manages to crawl to them, slashing Ennis' calf, making him lose his footing.

He's swaying off the edge now, but he's still holding on to Derek.

And then as Ennis falls off, he drags Derek with him.

'NO!' I shriek, sprinting towards the edge. 'DEREK!'

I feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist as I'm at the edge, holding me back. I fight, watching as Derek falls.

'DEREK!' I shriek, feeling the wet damp on my cheeks.

'DEREK!'

I feel the strong arms drag me away, but I'm stronger. I push away, stopping at the edge. I look down, seeing Derek lying on broken escalator. He's not moving.

I'm on my knees, gasping for breath as tears stream down my face. Derek's arms are wrapped around me. I don't know how I got here, but my chest hurts so badly from the lack of oxygen. I'm clawing at the exposed skin of my chest, trying to force myself to breathe.

'I'm so sorry,' he mumbles, but I shake my head.

'We both have so much to apologise for, it's easier to just forgive and forget.'

'Forgive and forget,' he agrees, before capturing my lips with his once more. I wish it could last forever but I know it can't. I pull away from him slowly, looking up at him through my lashes.

'Goodbye.'

'It was supposed to be goodbye,' I sob, my whole body shaking. My head is resting on Derek's heaving chest, my face wet with salty tears.

'You were supposed to leave and be gone. You weren't supposed to come back. I was supposed to get my life back on track… Why did you have to come back? Why couldn't you just have stayed away? Why couldn't you just let me be happy?'

I'm still gasping for breath in between sobs, my throat sore. My chest is burning.

'I hate you… I hate you so much…'

A/N: So hard, cold-faced Sophia finally broke... Alcohol is a dangerous thing! What do you guys think? Do you think Sophia is right to feel the way she is? Should she forgive him, or do you think he's gone too far? AND what do you think is going to happen next after this little rant?