Unfortunately for Cora, Derek was late, after school - because he'd said he'd pick her right up from school, or Cora would expect to see Peter to come pick her up. She didn't trust Peter to be on time, or come at all, so waiting for her older brother was the only thing she could do.

She was standing out front, with her arms crossed over her chest. Standing as still as a statue and glaring icily straight in front of her, she waited to see the Camaro slide gracefully into the parking lot and pause long enough so she could make a run for it and go to the safe haven that was her room.

As soon as she was done interrogating her brother about the blushing, babbling, ADHD-controlled Stilinski boy. She'd only heard "shut up." from Derek and taunting from Peter late in the night, but she'd never actually seen his reaction towards the mentioning of Stiles. She suddenly wanted to. After all, it was her duty as his baby sister to tease him about - well, about whatever the hell was going on with him and that Stilinski kid.

She felt someone poke her shoulder and she turned her head to see that Scott was standing next to her, with Isaac's arm slung about his shoulders. Cora wanted to roll her eyes at the public displays of affection this school obviously didn't have a problem (they'd been ogling each other for a while - and her suspicions about one liking the other, or both liking each other - it was kind of hard to tell sometimes - had been confirmed when Lydia had explained that Isaac was pretty much living with Scott) with. It was annoying, amusing, and revolting all at once. Her high school had been boring. Why did this have to be amusing and eventful?

Cora figured that Laura had planned to ruin the bland normalcy her little sister had gotten figured out at the tiny, strict little high school she'd gone to for her freshman year.

She raised an eyebrow at the boys, who were grinning from ear to ear at her. "So how did you like your first day of school?"

"She wouldn't - sleeping-dark-and-broody here slept through her afternoon classes, or so I hear."

Cora frowned, and whipped her head around to see that Stiles was giving her a grin. She glared, and leaned forward, and he stumbled backwards, his grin fading as his arms flailed a bit so he wouldn't fall on his ass. She thought it was funny. But she didn't laugh; she only continued to glare at him.

"What? If you don't like the name I can came up with something else, because in all honesty, all you Hales are either grumpy some parts of the day, moody all the time, broody for a better part of the week - or you're Peter. He's sassy. And creepy." Stiles made a face. "I don't like your uncle. He's too sassy. In fact, he's sassier than - "

"Hey, isn't that Derek?" Scott interrupted loudly, and Cora turned to see that, yes, it was her brother's car. She could see him leaning towards the passenger seat, giving her an expectant look as he honked the horn at her.

Cora suddenly grinned, and turned to look at Stiles. He paled a little, and then started to scramble away from her, and before she could really think through on what she was doing, her arm shot out, her fingers wrapped around his wrist, and yanked him towards the car.

"Where are you - " his eyes widened with horror, and he tried to wriggle out of her grasp, but she just kept walking. "Scott! Help me! I pissed off a Hale that's not Derek or that creepy sassy uncle of his! Help!"

She heard laughter erupt from Isaac and Scott (and she thought she heard a few snickers here and there as the parking lot came closer and closer, probably from Aiden and Ethan) but she ignored them and soon she was shoving Stiles into the front passenger seat of the car before climbing into the back.

Derek started to drive, and he looking in the rear view mirror suspiciously at his sister, whose grin had turned sinister.

It took her a moment to realize that Peter was sitting next to her, and her grin grew a little wider. Stiles twisted around in his seat to glare at her, but when his eyes landed on Peter, he scrambled out of his seat, and pressed himself up against the dash and his (locked) car door. "C-creepy uncle, right - broody-moody-sleeping-beauties, yeah, I'm dead - "

Derek gave him a look, and Stiles scowled at him in return before calming down a bit, and sitting himself down. Cora leaned forward and looked over his shoulder, unsure of what Derek (who looked more than uncomfortable with both his little sister and uncle grinning in the back seat) was going to do now that he had the ADHD Stilinski kid in the Camaro with him, and saw Stiles finish sending a text to Scott before shoving his phone back into his pocket before he started to babble about - well, about nothing and everything.

Cora leaned back in her seat, content with the fact that she was getting back at Derek for agreeing with Laura that she needed to move (but this place was beginning to grow on her, and she wasn't about to complain about her entire day; it hadn't been all that bad).

The text had read:

I'm going to kill you and Isaac for letting me get dragged off into the Hale family vehicle.

She couldn't wait to see what happened next.