Scott said nothing, Derek was right. The thought of Del finding out about what he was scared him. Could he risk loosing another person in his life because what he was? He rode home to see if she was there. She wasn't. He immediately called Stiles.
Phone conversation
Stiles: Hello.
Scott: Is Del with you?
Stiles: In my dreams.
Scott: I'm serious, you idiot! Is she there?
Stiles: No, she's not. Did you talk to Derek? What did he say?
Scott: Nothing useful, but he won't stop seeing her. He knows I won't tell her. And now I can't find her and she is pissed at me.
Stiles: I'll be there soon.
Cut to Scott and Stiles driving around aimlessly looking for Del. Scott yells out the window looking for her. He gets louder, and begins to alarm Stiles.
"Hey! Would you keep it down. Other people exist too!"
Scott notices Del's car.
"Stop! Pull in over there! That's her her car."
Stiles, less than smoothly pulls into the Cafe carpark. Scott and Stiles both run into the Cafe, looking at everyone to find her. Not paying attention Scott runs into a waitress.
"Oh my god! I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"
She looks up to reveal it's Del.
"Thank's for that Scott, really well done." Del says sarcastically.
"Del? What are you doing here? Why are you dressed like a waitress" He says looking completely confused.
"Because...I'm a waitress. I work here." She says unimpressed that he didn't realise that she worked there for a month.
She picks up the plates and takes them back toward the kitchen. Scott and Stiles follow her.
"What? When?" Scott questions.
Del walks over to a quiet corner to unleash a verbal attack on Scott. Stiles stands in earshot.
"Jesus Scott, you are so wrapped up in your own life and your werewolf stuff that you don't even notice anything else. Ok, we get it, you love Alison, nothing else is important. How about your Mom? She is so worried about you, BUT I have to lie every time she asks me why you are acting crazy.. She has been like my mother, do you any idea what it's like!" Del finished out of breathe.
Scott just stares at Del, completely torn to shreds. Stiles stares at Del in shock. Scott walks off silently. Stiles tries to grab him on the shoulder to comfort him, Scott just shrugs him off, Stiles looks at him empathetic. Stiles walks up to Del.
"Look, whatever you're feeling, Scotts feels ten times worst. He just wants you to be safe. Don't do this with Derek." Stiles walks off and shakes his head. Del walks off feeling guilty for her guilt trip on Scott.
Del went to Derek's house after her shift. She walked in, hoping he was expecting her. Derek walks out of the dark, half scaring Del.
"What are you doing here?" He said with no tone.
Del looked at him blankly. Is that his favourite thing to say to her? He seemed to never want her around, she was beginning to question what she was feeling.
"Is that it? That's all you have to say? I thought you might be, I don't know, glad to see me." She shrugged her shoulders, beginning to get upset.
"What are you even doing here? What do you want?"
"Just, forget it, forget I came over. Forget I ever did." Del stormed off, barely crying. But Derek could hear. He didn't want her to go. He didn't want to not be with her. But, it's not safe for her.
Del drove home...20km's over the speed limit the whole time. She got home quickly. Rushed past Scott's room and went straight to bed.
The Next Day.
Scott is having breakfast in the kitchen. Del walks past him and get's the milk out of the fridge, then pouring herself a glass. She finally breaks the silence.
"Scott, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean what I said, I have no idea what you are going through. I shouldn't be making this harder for you." She looked at him, hoping to fix what she had done.
"I get it. This thing has a ripple effect, but I wont let it ruin my life. I promise."
Del slightly smiles then looks down sadly.
"What's wrong?"
"Derek and I..."
"What? What did he do?" Scott became aggravated.
"Nothing, we...broke up? I think that's what happened. Whatever was between us, it's not happening anymore."
"I'm sorry"
"Really?"
"Not really." He chuckled.
Del smiled.
"But I am sorry that you are sad." He hugs her.
They head off to school.
Beacon Hills High – Hallway
Del walked down the hallway when she saw Jackson. She had had a rough night and wasn't in the mood for their bit, which consisted of snarky comments and death glares. She did her best not to be seen by him by hiding behind her locker door.
"McCall!" Jackson yelled across the hallway, his voice almost paralysed her with anger. He walked up to her, but before he could say one word Del spoke.
"Listen Jackson, normally I would roll my eyes or retaliate with a much better personal attack on you than you would on me, but just back off."
A smirk crept across Jackson's face. Del realised that she had set herself up for some major trouble.
"Looks like I'm in luck" Del didn't respond to Jackson trying to get a ris. She threw her books into her locker and walked off. But before she could get out of earshot of Jackson, he called her a name she had thought she'd left behind.
"You're not worth it...Annie" Jackson whispered just enough for Del to hear.
Del stopped dead in her tracks. Her heart was racing. She thought back to her old school, and how they would taunt her by calling her Annie, because she too didn't have parents. If only a rich old man would take her in, no such luck.
Del turned back to Jackson, and without one single word she lifted her fist and with everything she had, threw it into Jackson's face. Needless to say, he fell to the ground. Del had never been in a fight before but the adrenaline gave her a nice right hook. Unfortunately for Del, this exchange of words and physical assault had taken place outside of the Principals office. She looked up to see the principal, along with half the school staring at them. Scott and Stiles stood at their lockers onlooking with shock. The principal slowly put his hand on her shoulder.
"This way, Ms McCall" He gestured to his office.
Jackson gathered himself from the floor holding his eye. Lydia rushed to his side and inspected his eye.
"You too, Mr Whittemore." He said motioning him into the room.
"What? This is bull! She hit me." He yelled.
"I understand, but please follow me." he said dismissively.
Jackson followed unhappily. Lydia tried to follow to comfort him and to give Del an earful for hurting the 'star' of the lacrosse team. The Principal held his hand out in front of Lydia.
"Just, Mr Whittemore." She huffed then walked away flicking her hair to Scott and Stiles.
"Tell your psycho cousin to keep her hands to herself." She said scolding Scott.
"She just did what we were all thinking" Stiles piped in. Her eyes were like daggers toward him. Lydia grabbed Alison's arm.
"Sorry guys." Alison followed reluctantly, with an apologetic look to Scott.
"I wonder what that was about?" Scott said nodding toward the principal's office. Stiles looked at Scott, they then rushed over trying to hear through the door. All they could hear were muffled voices.
Principal's office.
"Now...tell me what happened." The principal looked between the two expecting an answer. They both didn't speak. Jackson felt slightly ashamed at what he said, he knew he could be an asshole, but he knew he had overstepped the line. Jackson finally spoke.
"This is total crap, I shouldn't be here." Jackson yelled. Del sat there silent, every now and then glancing at Jackson.
"Mr Whittemore, please lower your voice." Principal said.
"No! I'm the lacrosse Captain and…"
"Co-captain." Del covered under a cough.
Jackson shot a glare.
"Just stop! You two have had issues since you got here Del." The principal said exhausted.
"Exactly, since YOU got here." Jackson snapped.
"Jackson, don't. Del, I understand that you have had a hard time since you've been back in Beacon Hills, but I can't let this type of behaviour go unpunished". He let out a sigh.
"Three days suspension…and as for you Mr Whittemore, I'll keep a close eye on you."
Del sighed as she stood up and pulled her bag over her shoulder. Jackson stormed out.
Outside the principal's office
As Jackson pushed the door open Stiles and Scott rushed out of the way pretending like they weren't trying to listen through the door. When Del emerged they almost sprinted to her.
"What the hell happened?" Scott blurted as Stiles stood there eyes wide with anticipation.
"Nothing." Del began to walk off while rifling through her bag trying to find her keys. Scott and Stiles quickly caught up to her as she headed for the school exit.
"Well, something must have happened for you to give him that amazing shiner." Stiles said giving her a figurative pat on the shoulder.
"It was just Jackson, being Jackson" She said pushing the school doors open.
"Wait, where are you going?" Scott questioned.
"I...got suspended for three days." She said defeated.
"Moms' going to be pissed." He half chuckled.
"Yeah, well I won't be anyone's problem so." She began to walk off.
"Del…wait." He begged. Del got into her car and sped off.
A hand came down on both Scott and Stiles' shoulder firmly.
"Boys!" Coach Fisnock said a little too happy.
"Hey…coach." Scott said warily.
"Why aren't you two little skippers in my class right now?" He said eyebrow arched.
"Why aren't you, coach?" Stiles said rather smart alecky.
"Get your asses in my classroom now, or I will fail you!"
"But, sir…my cousin. She's upset and…"
"Ah, Ms McCall. The girl that did a number on my co-captain, she should be expelled!"
"That's a little harsh, don't you think coach?" Scott said stepping up to him.
"You're kind of failing economics, don't you think McCall?"
The boys both remained speechless and walked back to the classroom defeated.
Economics class
Coach Fisnock is at the board writing about production lines and Karl Marx, but Scott couldn't get what Del had said out of his mind. What did she mean "I won't be anyone's problem soon?" Stiles sat behind Scott, and could tell that his friend was troubled. He leant in closer to Scott to avoid getting in trouble.
"Look Scott, she's going to be fine. She probably went home to calm down...or ice her hand." Stiles shrugged his shoulders. He was worried too, but he didn't want Scott to know, because his feelings for Del ran deeper than anticipated.
"Don't pretend like you're not worried too. You heart is racing." He whispered over his shoulder.
"What?" Stiles said looking down at his chest.
"Now it's beating even faster" Scott smirked.
"Would you stop that?" He yelled.
The class looked at them with shock. Coach turned around.
"I'm sorry boys, is my teaching too loud for your conversation?" He glared.
"No coach." They spoke in unison.
Thankfully, the bell signalled. Stiles grabbed all his stuff and quickly began to walk out. He then realised Scott hadn't moved from his seat.
"Scott, you okay there buddy?"
Scott just stared aimlessly as students rushed out of the room.
"Scott hello, we have to go to class" Stiles said waving his hand in front of Scott's face.
"She's going to run." He said still staring at the front of the classroom.
"Who's going to do what now?"
"Del, she's going to run. That's what she meant."
Stiles stared at Scott. He finally jumped out of his seat and headed for the school door.
"Scott…Scott! You can't just leave school." He said pulling at Scott's shoulder and trying to keep up his pace.
"I don't care. If I don't stop her I'll never see her again." He said not looking back.
"What? Never?" Something struck with Stiles. He was confused. "I'll drive." He said offering his help.
"I'll ride my bike, it'll be faster." Scott ran down the steps to his bike and rode off. Stiles had no choice but to go back and cover for his friend.
Scott's house.
Scott pulled up on his bike and let it fall to the ground. He opened the door and ran up the stair hoping not to see and empty room. When he reached Del's room he saw her packing her clothes. Del looked up to him and fear and shock masked her face. But she collected herself and stayed distant, as per usual.
"What are you doing here? You're meant to be at school."
"I didn't meant to screw up your getaway…Del you can't keep running" He said slightly stepping toward her. Del stopped packing.
"Scott, what was I thinking? Coming back here? I thought it would be different and maybe I could find my home again. But I don't belong here." Del finally gathered all her things and made her way to the door that Scott was blocking.
"You know I can stop you." He desperately pleaded.
"I know you can, but you won't, because you know I'm right. Please, Scott" Scott stepped out of the way. Del patted his shoulder and left.
School parking lot.
Stiles exited the school doors quickly trying to get to Scott's to see if Del really had left. So many thought were racing through his mind. He was trying to find the courage to tell her how he really felt, and maybe convince her to stay. A glimpse of light flickered in Stiles' eye. As he looked across her could see Jackson and his friend laughing like nothing had happened. Stiles was furious. He marched over to Jackson.
"Stilinski, what the hell do you want? Where's Del? Oh, that's right, she got suspended." He chuckled.
"If she leaves and I never see her again because of you, I swear to god!" He stepped up to Jackson and stared him straight in the eyes.
"What are you going to so Stilinski? Bench-warm me to death?" Jackson didn't back down.
Stiles didn't break his gaze.
"You're pathetic". He turn and walked off. Leaving Jackson unimpressed.
