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Grunts.

Derek lifted me up, easily with his wolfy strength, and wrapped both of my legs around his waist. His lips placed on mine, full of passion, full of lust. They were sending numerous shivers down my back. Slow and fiery. His kisses were like searing lava burning over rocks.

Moans.

Derek attacked my neck will a million rough kisses and I couldn't help but gasp, then tilted my head back giving him as much room as he needed. I broke away from his very kisses and fumbled to take off his shirt. STUPID HANDS!

"HAVE MERCY!"I yelled, before plummeting to the ground, face first.

I groaned, well that hurt.

"I hate the world." I mumbled, before getting up and realizing the sun has come up. Really? Already? I couldn't go to sleep last night until…a couple of hours ago! I've learned my lesson from drinking caffeine late at night. I blame Scott. Always blame Scott: my motto.

Now back to mine hot Derek dream. Man, can't I get a break with Derek? Just one break!

I slowly dragged myself to go to the bathroom, ugh…morning. I hated mornings so much. I really, really hated that my sleep was interrupted and that I couldn't continue my dream with Derek. Man, he was truly gonna' be the death of me. OMG! That rhymed! DJ Abby in the houuuusssseeeeee!

I walked back into my room, just getting the first clothes that reached my fingers. I wore an off – shoulder beige cashmere sweater with…what seemed like…jeans? I don't know, I was too sleep deprived. Ughhhh. Life sucks when you feel like closing your eyes and sleeping for years!

I trudged down the stairs to see my brother eating cereal? Or a granola bar? Or maybe a rabbit? Yeah, somewhere along those lines.

I walked over to the fridge to pull some orange juice and drank from the carton, while I heard, "Ugh! Abby! Ya know other people live in the house too!"

I growled at the younger McCall.

"Not enough sleep?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

"I will personally rip your mouth off."

"Guess you don't wanna' hear about what Derek told me," Scott said in a taunting voice. That was cruel on so many levels.

"If it doesn't include him confessing his love for me, I'll pass." I grumbled, grabbing a bowl and filling it with my favorite cereal, Coco Puffs.

Some chocolaty goodness should wake me up, I mean, I am Coco for Coco Puffs! See what I did there?

"He didn't bite me." No, he didn't. He should be biting me. "I mean, Derek didn't give me the bite. There's another werewolf, called an Alpha. It bit me, so now I'm apart if its pack. But Derek wants my help to take him down." He swallowed his last bite of his cereal and put the bowl in the sink.

I groaned, while placing my face in my hands, "Too early for wolf talk, but are you gonna' help him?"

"I don't know…maybe?" Scott looked confused, dude, a 'yes' or 'no' question, not asking if you could take my kidney or not.

He started walking toward the front door. Scott grabbed his book bag off the floor and his lacrosse playing stick thing, screaming out, "I'll see you at school!"

"K!" I screamed back, debating if I should dunk my head down in the chocolate milk in front of me or not…I chose against it. It seemed like the smarter thing to do.


"I hate you school. I hate you school. I hate you school." I muttered, going into the building, while carrying my skateboard. EFF YOU! YOU FRIGGIN EFFER!


I bumped into people here and there after a few classes, while muttering inaudibly, "I hate you. I hate you. I don't know you but I definitely hate you." UGH! You see what no sleep does to me!? It's not very a happy me! UGH!

I then bumped into someone but the person immediately screamed enthusiastically, "Abby!"

I looked up to see Crazy Lunatic's daughter, Allison and the blonde one, Lydia.

"Hey," I answered, unenthusiastically.

"You look…" Lydia trailed off.

"Disgusting?" They both sheepishly nodded, I groaned, "I know, I didn't get the best sleep last night."

I was barely keeping my eyes open as I leaned against Allison's shoulder.

"Alright, not something we can't fix." Allison said, grabbing something from her bag. It was bottle of some sort.

"Abby, c'mon, stay awake!" Lydia was softly slapping my face as I just yawned in response.

"I got some soda, this will help you stay awake."

I heard Allison open the fizzy drink NO! No more caffeine. It's a killer! I even skipped my morning coffee because of that killer.

"Just take a few sips and you'll be fine." Allison said softly, she was literally in angel sent from Heaven. But how in the world was Dick Argent her father? Weird how genetics work how.

I blame Scott.

She handed me the soda and I did as told. I immediately felt better, which meant I could actually keep my eyes open. But my God, they were sizzling in pain! I felt someone pull my hair from behind…it was Lydia. I think she was tying up my hair.

It's a wonder how she's actually going out with Jackie when she could be going out with Stiles. I mean, I've tried to help Stiles get with her but she's so 'in love' with Jackie that I don't wanna' screw anything up between them…no matter how much I frigging' hate Jackie boy.

After Lydia was done tying my hair up in a simple, messy up-do and I thanked her, she turned to Allison, "So, you're going to 'study' with Scott tonight?" Lydia added quotations. GO QUOTATIONS!

"Really now?" I asked, intrigued and she turned a shade of red. Guess I'm going home with ole Stiles.

"It's just studying-" Allison tried but was interrupted by the bell. Well, English, you await me. I wished you waited longer.


I sat next to Stiles in the back of the classroom while Scott saw in front of him. I took another sip of soda before putting it away in my bag. I slouched and placed my cheek on my palm, listening to whatever his face is teacher going on about how some of us did well on the test and what not.

I DON'T CARE! I JUST WANNA' SLEEP!

"If Derek's not the Alpha and he's not the one who bit you, then who did?" I heard Stiles asked. I turned my head toward the conversation, thinking of turning my body was well…NOPE! Too much movement required.

"I don't know," I heard Scott whispered.

"Did the Alpha kill the bus driver?" Stiles asked, clearly getting frustrated.

"I don't know," Scott repeated. Stiles leaned back in his chair with a slight pout.

He leaned forward again, "Does Allison's dad know about the Alpha-"

"I don't know!" Scott yelled, making everyone look at me and making me scoff. Mr. Who's Name Isn't Ringing A Bell passed me my test, huh.

I got a B…my first B in English…they were usually C's or D's. I knew I was awesome!

BUT OF COURSE! I'M TIRED AS HELL!

I smiled slightly before turning my test over and looking over to the boys, Stiles, of course got an A and Scott showed me his…D? Well, werewolf stuff was getting to him.

"Dude, you need to study more." Stiles said sarcastically. Scott sighed, flipping his test over.

"It was a joke, bro, calm down. It's one test, you're gonna' make it up. I always did." I said, sorta' in the middle of a whisper and grumble.

"Do you want help studying?" Stiles asked, aw, cute best friend.

"Oh, no, he's gonna' have a lot of help from Allison tonight." I grinned at Stiles.

He raised his eyebrows, "That's my boy," what kind of voice was that?

"We're just studying." Scott tried. Aw, him and Allison, both trying to convince us otherwise.

"No you're not." Stiles and I said simultaneously.

"I'm not?" Scott questioned. Oh, naïve little boy. I let Stiles take over for me.

I was too tired to talk anymore but I caught on the last part, "Fine, and no more talking about Derek. Especially Derek…who still scares me."

I could help but let out a laugh as Stiles sneered over at me. Oh please, Derek was like a big cuddly…uh…bear? Or dog? Whatever, he was a cute animal but he was only aggressive if threatened.


"C'mon Abby, I'll give you a ride back. You look like death." Stiles said bluntly. Thanks for being subtle, Stiles.

"Gee thanks," I grumbled, sarcastically. He held out the crook of his arm, chuckling – butt hole – and I accepted it as we walked to his precious Jeep.

Derek's car was hotter. Derek. I want Derek. I want me some Derek. That will definitely wake me up.

We walked to his Jeep and I hopped into the passengers side. I moaned as I hit the soft Jeep interior seats. I never thought I'd be so happy to be in the Jeep. Well, I was, which was a friggin' miracle.

"I can't believe you got a B. Congrats," Stiles said, starting the Jeep, with a huge smile. I smiled back.

"I guess my practicing paid off." I replied, biting my bottom lip. I was, in fact, very proud of my B! I MEAN, LIKE REALLY, REALLY PROUD!

He started getting out of the parking space, "Ya know, I think Scott is gonna' get lucky tonight."

"Huh, after the first date? Not a chance." I said, rolling my eyes.

"Why?"

"Have you seen Scott? He's too much of a goody–two shoes to do anything like that."

"That couldn't be more true but who know, maybe being a werewolf has it's perks." He winked at me and I just shrugged, looking out my side window. HA! I'M TALLER THAN Y'ALL! Oh, wait, I'm in a car. I then felt a suddenly urge to look up to see Derek. Oh, hey Derek. Wait? DEREK!? WHAT!?

He suddenly walked in front of the Jeep and held out his hand,which caused Stiles slam the brakes down and making both of us jerk forward. UGH! Thank God, I decided to actually use a seatbelt today!

Then I heard bitches be going cray cray while honking their cars. I unbuckled my seat belt and got out the car, stumbling out…great entrance. I looked behind the Jeep to seem an ass butt giving me the finger. Gasp. Oh helllll, no! Time to be Sassy Abby.

"HEY YOU! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!? YEAH YOU! BITCH, I KNOW YOU AIN'T GIVING ME NO FINGER!"

He started cursing through the windshield. How the hell was I supposed to hear that? "OH! NOW YOU FANCY, HUH!? WHY DON'T YOU COME OUT AND BE A REAL MAN!?"

Oh shit, he's coming out. Gotta' run!

I ran to the front of the Jeep, looking at the deathly pale Derek Hale. Oh, snap, that rhymed. Man, I needa' be a rapper soon.

"Derek, you okay?" I asked, worry stretching all thought out my voice. He never got to answer my question because he collapsed.

WHOA! Hot dude down here!

Scott came running and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I was shot." Derek answered with a pained expression. Who would shoot sexy boo-boo bear? I say it was Dick Argent!

I SHALL RETAILIATE! I SHALL KIDNAP THE GONVERNOR! No? Yeah, that makes no sense.

"He's not looking too good, dude." Stiles noted. Wow. And I thought he was the smart one.

"You're a werewolf, right? Why aren't you healing?" I asked and thinking that I would've started pacing.

Derek breathed in small takes, "I can't. It was – it was a different kind of bullet."

It was actually hurting me to see boo-boo bear hurt! DEAR GOD!

I blame Scott. Everything is always his fault. Stupid Scott.

"What? A silver bullet?" Stiles asked excitedly.

"No, you idiot." Derek grumbled. Oh, still a grouchy, grouchy pants aren't ya, cutie?

"Wait," Scott intervened, "That's what she meant when she said you had forty-eight hours."

This bitch shall die. I will make sure of it. I'll release my werewolf onto her! SCOTT! GET. THE. BITCH! She hurt boo-boo bear.

"Whoa, whoa, by forty-eight hours I hope you mean that there's a buffet at Denny's ending." I said, jerking my thumb backwards as all the guys turned to give me a look. What? It was worth a shot.

They chose to ignore me. Smart.

"Wait," Derek whispered weakly, "Who said forty-eight hours?"

"The one who shot you." Scott replied, before Derek cringed in pain and opened his eyes, as we all saw them turn into an electric blue. Still hot as hell.

"What're you doing? Stop that!" Well, aren't you demanding, huh Scooby?

"I'm trying to tell you I can't!" Derek growled. Whoa, even when he was – tear – dying, he managed to make it look hot.

Scott apparently didn't like the sound of his voice. "Derek, get up!" Whoa. Scotty buddy, chill.

Scott turned to Stiles, picking Derek up, "Help me put him in your car," I opened the door for them and got into the back, while Derek got into the passengers seat.

"I need you to find what kind of bullet it was." Derek told my little brother.

"How the hell am I supposed to do that?" Don't wolves have special sniffing noses or something? Sniff it out, Scott!

"She's an Argent. She's with them." Of course, an Argent. Ya know, if I was a vampire I would suck all of them dried with blood. I mean, they don't hunt vampires so I would be in the clear. That's right bitches, beware of Anne Rice!

"Why should I help you?" Bro, you did not just go there.

"Um, because he's the only other fellow werewolf around. Would you like to get eaten by the Alpha? Or have him killed? Because as much as I love you, you won't be able to do it alone. Face it Scott, you need him." Yup, so did I but for different reasons.

Scott and Derek turned to look at me.

"What? I'm not being discreet. He's hot! I don't want a hot guy dying. One less hot guy in Beacon Hills." Hey, no secrets with me. Don't care if they find out. Scott raised an eyebrow at me as Derek just stared, kinda' looking surprised. Yeah, I'm hot.

"Fine, I'll try." Said, oh so stubborn one.

Stiles got in the car and Scott told him, "Get him outta' here."

"I hate you so much for this." Stiles muttered, before starting the car and driving away. WHOO! Road trip with a smoking hot werewolf!


"That channel sucks," I mumbled, before reaching over and changing the station to some local rock station. That sucked too but it was a hot Kings of Leon song.

I looked over at Stiles, "Look, glarey, Mc-glarey. Deal with the fact that you're driving a hot werewolf around."

Stiles turned his glare at me. Whoa, boy, you forget the Adderall or something today?

He sighed irritably, "Did you text Scott?"

"Yup, yup," I answered, while looking over at the hot werewolf, who was currently taking off his leather jacket to reveal his tight gray shirt.

Oh, God…my knees! At least I'm sitting.

My phone buzzed and I read the message that Scott sent me, "Need more time…huh, maybe he is losing his v-card."

Stiles sighed again, whispered ticked off, "Come on!" Stiles looked to his right to look at the sexy werewolf, he said, trying to be scary, "Ay, try not to bleed out on my seats, okay? We're almost there."

"Almost where?" The bloody hot passenger asked, breathing still ragged.

"Your house," Stiles answered, in a 'duh' tone.

I will hurt you, Stiles and have no regrets.

"No," Derek seemed like he was trying to shout.

"I can't take you to your own house?" Stiles asked, irritated.

"Not where I can't protect myself." Dude, you're hot. You could ward off evil with your hotness.

Stiles suddenly pulled over and practically yelled, "What happens if Scott can't find your little magic bullet, huh? Are you dying?"

NO! DON'T SPEAK OF SUCH THINGS!

"Not yet," Sexy dying wolf said, "I have a last resort."

"What do you mean? What last resort?" I opened my mouth. A miracle, right?

Derek started pulling up his sleeve. However, what I expected was to be a sexy arm was well…it looked like it was decaying. All bloody, and gruesome, and bloody!

"Oh my God, what is that?" Stiles asked the question in my head.

"What. The. Hell?" I asked.

"Is that contagious?" BULLET WOUND, STILES! Not a virus.

"My moms a nurse." I decided to throw in.

"You know what? You should probably just get out." Stiles said, pointing out the door, repulsed.

"Wow. Could you be more insensitive?" I asked rhetorically.

"What? He's bleeding!"

"More the reason why he should – gee I don't know, STAY!" I yelled.

"Yeah, well-"

"Start the car. Now." Derek's voice all husky and stuff. Whoa. Hottie with the ripped body just got hotter!

"I don't think you should be barking orders with the way you look." Stiles protested. "In fact, if I wanted too I could probably drag your little werewolf ass out in the middle of the road and leave you for dead." WHOA! MIND BLOWN! When did bad – ass Stiles decide to make an appearance?

"Start the car. Or I'm gonna' rip your throat out…" I looked at him expectantly, "with my teeth." There was silence and a menacing glare, until Stiles decided to be smart. That was still so…HOT!


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