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Song: Sweet Sour-Band of Skulls

One large regular yogurt frozen treat topped with yomace and mochi later I was sitting in the back seat of Stiles jeep bouncing up and down like a little kid on a sugar rush. Adrenaline coursed through my veins and I felt restless. Ok, I knew that that could very well be one of the side effects of the adderall. 'SHOOT ME!' But my body felt amazing. I knew that I should really get back to Derek's to do my homework that I so willingly drug Stiles in on; but I wanted to do something fun. And college history was NOT fun. "Hey, do you guys wanna go to a party?" I asked leaning up in between the seats. Stiles and Scott looked at each other and then I seen the 'I told you this wasn't a good idea' on Scott's face. It was somewhere between a smirk with a confused cocky gleam in his eye.

"Uh, June…I thought we were going back to Derek's so that I could talk to Derek and Stiles could help you with work?" Scott asked looking at me carefully.

"But we don't have to right now. I mean, come on, a party does sound better ah Scott?" Stiles slapped Scott on the arm and nodded with a smile on his face.

"Did I mention it was a college party?" I added

"Oh hell yea! Scott, we are defiantly going!" Stiles had started the engine and was heading in the direction of my college.

"Stiles, what about Derek? You know? Me? Werewolf? Full moon? Werewolf?"

"Ah, you can talk to him tomorrow. Besides, Derek made it clear that he didn't want to talk to 'youuuu'." Stiles voice raised a notch as he said 'youuuu'. Kind of like he was singing it. Scott sighed, giving in to Stiles before resting his head back. I wanted something to focus on so I focused on the curls on Scotts head. They were really amazing. Like each one was carefully curled to look slightly messy. Intriguing it was. Then a marvelous idea hit me. I removed the hair tie from my wrist and carefully started pulling at his hair. He tried to jerk but I held his head down.

"JUNE! What the hell are you doing?" Scott asked as he fidgeted trying to move away from me.

"Oh stop moving. I'm getting you ready for the party." I stated as I gathered his hair to the top of his head and wrapped the hair tie around the small bundle of curls. I smiled and looked at my handy work. It was 'sooooooo' fricken adorable! Little curls streamed over the sides of the hair tie, while half of his hair had fallen back to lye on his neck. It was more of a half up half down type of do. But still, 'soooooo' fricken cute none the less. Stiles was laughing hysterically as he looked at his best friend, trying his best to keep from running off the road. Scott on the other hand scowled when he looked in the passenger mirror.

He rolled his eyes before tugging the tie out and flicking it in the back seat. "Haha." He mocked Stiles who was still chuckling.

"I think it looked man." Stiles teased. "Kind of suited you."

"Shut up." Scott slapped Stiles on the arm before cracking a smile. "June, where's the party going on at?" Scott asked trying to change the subject.

"Oh, uh, keep going strait." I replied and continued to point the way till we reached a two story house, white paint chipping away, with a beer pong table set up on the front porch, an old blue leather couch, and numerous lawn chairs strewn through out the yard. A small white Pickett fence with half the rails missing outlined the small front yard. The front of the house didn't look like much, but I happened to know that they had a heated pool in the back yard with a hot tub and in general, everything to get a girl topless and wet. It was the typical college bachelor household.

"This is it?" Stiles asked a bit skeptical as he looked at the general state of the house.

"Yep!" I confirmed before hopping out of the jeep. The party wouldn't be for another hour or so and most of the guys in the house would be passed out from last nights serenade. "Ok, so here's the deal. You two are with me. You're college freshmen but you don't live on campus. Got it?" They exchanged another one of those looks before nodding. "Good. Now you two really need to blend in." I added before walking towards the front porch. I let myself in and immediately spotted Sam. He was lying half on half off of the couch; bare ass. 'How is it he always managed to wind up naked? And why is it he didn't seem to mind who seen?' I wondered over to the couch; confidence and hormones running on high.

"June? What are you…?" Stiles trailed off when I smacked Sam on his tan bum and he jumped.

"Wha the hell? Who…?" Sam stared up at me with a confused and tired look; an overnights growth sprinkled over his chin. "June? Well I wasn't expecting to see you." He stated trying to roll over and sitting up half way. I handed him a pillow and he stared at it for a second before seeming to realize what it was meant for. "Come on, have a seat." He patted his thigh.

"Dude…put some pants on." Stiles and Scott both said at the same time. Sam looked around me to the two dweebs that held their faces in a cringe and tried desperately to focus on anything other than Sam's exposed ego.

"Who's the douche bags?" He asked; ignoring their pleas to cover up and focused his attention back on me.

"These douche bags are college freshmen. Their with me. I thought you said that this party was going on all weekend?" I reasoned.

He grumbled before standing up and throwing an arm around my shoulder. "It was, but we ran out of beer." He smiled before walking and dragging me with him. "Parties moved Junie Bear." I elbowed him in the ribs when he called me that ridiculous nickname. "Ow. Damn you got stronger and you look different too." He observed as he bent over to grab his jeans from the floor.

"Oh oh Oh God! That's just wrong." Stiles huffed. I heard Scott making a gagging noise and smiled at their immaturity.

"What's your name again?" Sam asked; turning to Stiles.

"Stiles." He stated simply.

"Well Stiles…" Sam placed a hand on his shoulder, "Maybe when you grow up; you'll get big boy balls like mine." He teased. I chuckled when he turned back towards me. "And you sweets; have you gotten a boob job?" I stopped laughing and blushed before resting my hands on my hips and pushing them out.

"Nope. You like?" I asked adding a bounce so that they jiggled. He quirked an eyebrow and stared intensely at my chest.

"I do. Do I get to take them for a test drive later?" He smiled devilishly before slicking his hair out of his eyes.

"Depends on how drunk I am." I lied, but couldn't help the rush of flirting with him gave me. I don't know why I was enjoying it so much. Usually I avoided anything that even hinted at flirting with him.

"Well come with me and we'll see what we can do." He didn't bother with a shirt and tugged at my hand and out the door. He tried leading me towards his mustang but I insisted on taking Stiles jeep.

"We'll be too drunk to drive. Stiles is our designated driver." I reasoned.

"Why do I have to be the designated driver?" Stiles whined but shut up when I gave him a dirty look. Sam huffed in annoyance before climbing in the backseat and dragging me in with him. He directed the way in between touching my leg and whispering in my ear. Scott and Stiles remained silent the whole drive. I glanced over the front seats to see both glaring at me. 'Stop glaring at me fucktards.' I scolded before turning my attention back to Sam. He leaned in and kissed my cheek and begun to trail his lips down my neck. He paused before placing a kiss and saying…

"My. Where'd you get these? I thought you were babysitting this weekend." He reattached his lips to my neck.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I really had no idea what he was talking about.

"Hickeys sweetie. You've got four on your neck." He stated before latching onto me again. Hickeys? When did I….DEREK! Oh My Gosh! Derek Hale gave me hickeys? My body quivered at the thought; causing goose bumps on my arms. I heard Sam hum and could smell his growing arousal. Shit! I shoved at his shoulders and pushed him away. "What the hell June? I thought you were into it." He asked clearly upset.

"Oh…uh…yea but…I'm not drunk yet!" I rushed out. He stared at me unbelievingly and was about to retort but I was saved by Stiles.

"We're here!" He yelped from the front seat. I hopped out and took in the party that was in full swing. Stiles danced in place as he took in all the slutty girls that were stumbling about. Scott's eyes were wide as saucers and wore a silly grin. They were clearly in heaven. I felt Sam's hand on the small of my back as he pushed pass the 'twat stricken teens'. It wasn't long before I was pushing my way pass half drunken bimbos and intrigued stares from guys gawking at my breasts.

"HEEEYYYY Sam! Oh and….June? Oh my God! June! Wow! What happened to you?" Janice shouted over the blaring music drink in her hand. I could hear her just fine and flinched as someone cranked the music louder. Janice was slender, bordering on anorexic, long red hair, and pale blue eyes. She wore a black low cut top with an open back, paired with a floral print skirt and black pumps.

"I uh…decided to change!" I hollered back. "Yea, I died my hair and got different color contacts."

"You look great! Did you get a boob job too?" She asked serious.

"Oh uh…No! They just kind of grew over night!" I wasn't lying. They really did. She giggled, satisfied, before turning her attention back to Sam.

"So! Are you two…you know…dating?" She asked noting Sam's arm around my waist. I tried to inch away from him but he tightened his hand on my hip and pulled me closer.

"Yep!" He answered for me. I was about to open my mouth to protest when he cut me off, "I finally managed to snag this one." I looked up and noted that stupid grin that made me feel uncomfortable.

"Well, you may have to wait on the bedroom! Renee and Tommy are using it!" She winked at me before she spotted someone else and bounced away; leaving me alone with Sam. I looked around for Scott and Stiles but couldn't spot them anywhere. Damn High schoolers!

"I'm going to go to the ladies room." I said prying myself from his grip.

"I'll be here." He stated winking at me. I tried to pull away but not before he planted a kiss to my cheek and letting me go. I rushed towards the bathroom, grabbing a beer on my way, before locking myself inside. I sat on the side of the bathtub and took a long sip of the bitter liquid and stared at the ceiling. My body shook from lack of movement. I was restless and paced around the bathroom before jugging the beer. I glared at my appearance in the mirror. My eyes flashed ice blue, deep brown curls swept around my shoulders and face. I stared at the newest version of me. I felt the tug of something buried deep within me as it pushed closer to the surface. But it wasn't like you think. It felt more like I was in a daze or a trance. Taking a step from myself and letting it take over. Adrenaline pumped through my veins as the toxic daze took hold. I couldn't think, only feel. My eyes changed back to that greenish blue as I decided to flee the bathroom, winging the door open, and heading strait for the dance floor and grabbing a shot of tequila on my way.

I shoved myself into the middle of the wriggling bodies that meshed closely with mine and started to move slowly; rolling my hips and twisting as I danced to 'Sweet Sour'. I felt two warm bodies press against my front and my back as they moved with me. Have you ever seen those movies where it shows what a person feels like on drugs? Where they slow everything down and the movements become like a trip and sensual? Perfect example: The Runaways movie. It's like that. I leaned my back against the solid chest as they ran a hand over my by body. I couldn't remember a time when I had ever felt this way. It was weird and strange but I felt awesome all the same.

"Hey there Junie bear." I heard the whisper of Sam's voice as he took the place of the guy who was behind me. His hands traced over my shoulders as he removed my blazer and tossed it away. I was too lost in my daze to think better of it and leaned my head back against his chest. I heard the deep rumble of his chuckle as on hand slid under my shirt while the other rocked with my hips. I peeped open an eye to see Stiles sitting off to my right with a bunch of drunk women crowding around him. He was frozen solid as a blonde placed her hand on his leg and moved it towards his crotch while another chick ran a hand over his chest. I used my new werewolf hearing to pick up on their conversation.

"Oh you're too cute."

"Yea he is."

"Hey, what do you say we go upstairs and talk?" The blonde whispered in his ear. 'Oh lord! Please help him. He's bitten off way more than he can chew.' He looked like he was about to jizz his pants right there as a doofy smile ceased his face followed by one that could be construed as his possible O face. He tensed up even more and leaned back panting as she traced a finger over his crotch.

"Oh oh oh Gawwwwd! Yessss!" he panted. I could smell his arousal all the way from across the room. I found Scott as he bumped into me being led around by a black haired chick. I chuckled at the look on his face. It was his own version of doof mixed with an 'Oh Shit!' look.

"What's so funny?" Sam asked as he ground his hips against me. I hadn't been paying attention to him. "Do you not like my dirty talk?" He urged. I couldn't respond through such a hazy mind.

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER!" I heard the gruff and angered voice that sounded an awful lot like Derek. I felt a hand grab my arm, jerking me abruptly away as he shuffled me behind him.

"Dude! What the fuck is your problem?" Sam asked.

"You better mind your fucking mouth." Derek snarled.

"Or what bro?" The question barley passing his lips when Derek punched him. Sam went flying backwards and smashing into two other guys causing them to spill their beer. Derek moved quick as he grabbed Sam by the throat, lifting him off the ground with one hand, before smashing him into the floor.

"Don't ever touch her again. You got that…bro?" Derek threatened still holding Sam by the throat.

"Ya…yaaaaa!" He chocked out when Derek released him before he grabbing me and throwing me over his shoulder.

"Der…" I was cut off when he bounced me on his shoulder.

"Scott! Grab Stiles and get in the jeep. We're leaving." Derek ordered.

"But…"

"Now Scott!" He barked before kicking the front door open and toting me down the steps. Ohhhhhhhh I was in TROUAAAAABLE!

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