Why was I so scared? Why did I feel I needed him? I wasn't scared of Peter before, so what was so different? I can't let him have the much power in My home. I unburied my face from Derek's chest, Peter stood there, with his hands behind his back and a smug look on his face.

I gently pushed at Derek's sides, he let's go, but watched me carefully. "Who the hell do you think you are?" I asked as I made my way out of Derek's arms and to the second step down. I tilted my head and narrowed my eyes. "Peter Hale," Peter chuckled extending his arms out. I growl, a deep throaty growl that rumbled my small body.

"This is my home," I pointed a slim finger at him "You don't scare me," I felt my teeth sharpen. Peters eyes blinked down at me, "Alright Lassie," He held out his arms in defense and backed up, "You're mates got some spunk, just like a boy I remember," Peter turns his back and heads out, "Bye Stiles," He smiles over his shoulder, I grab the first thing I see and through it at the now closed door.

"UGH!" I grunted throwing my hands up above my head "He annoys me to no end!" I growled, I feel hands slide their way to my stomach, "I never thought I'd be this attracted to you," Derek chuckled into my hair, failing in trying to reach my neck. I sighed and rested my hands on his; I closed my eyes and leaned back into him. His body soon surrounding mine; he gently tugged my hair away from my ear and lightly traced his nose behind it. I hummed, I was wrong about the mood thing, totally-

"HEY!" it had to be fuckin' Scott. As pissed as I was before, I found it impossible to be when Scott's jaw dropped and his eyes widened. "Dude, your-" He took a step back, "You're a girl," He tilted his head ever so slightly. I raised an eyebrow "Yupp, I'm chick, man," I tried to man-up my voice, but that seemed impossible. Derek got a laugh out of it. "Well," He looked down and scratched just under his chin "I heard from Isaac and-" I cut him off and shrugged my shoulders, "You wanted to see if he was telling the truth?" I leaned my head back to look up at Derek.

He smiled down at me and gently pecked my forehead with a kiss. "Let me change and we can hang out," I held out my index finger, Derek's grip on my tightened, and for a second I thought I heard him whine. I just patted his stubbly cheek and smiled. He kissed my lips softly one last time as he let go. "I'll be fine," I said as he made his way to the study just beyond the kitchen, where of course, he harbored more books.

I looked over at Scott "Dude, stop staring," Flailed my arms up "You're making me uncomfortable," I walked upstairs and rummaged through the bag of clothes that whereby the drawers, "You couldn't put them away for me?" I mumbled, Stupid Derek and his Stupid laziness to do things for me.

I put on some shorts that seemed to expose more of my legs then I was comfortable with, and what looked like one of those really loose tank tops; I only noticed it because it had a Lana Del Rey's face on it, and despite my sudden gender change, I still have a crush in her. Derek must've went shopping with Lydia, I stopped and had a giggle at his expense. I looked myself over, This would have to do.

I headed down stairs and there was Scott, still staring. I sighed and raised both my eyebrows, "Really?" I punched his shoulder, he winced. That caught me by- Oh! I'm a werewolf too, Hah, Bitch. I stuck up my chin and smiled proudly, "Let me say bye to Derek," I nodded towards the study "And we'll head out"

I heard Scott mumble under his breath as he rubbed the back of his neck. Something about me saying that before I got changed "I heard you," Derek said. "Love yooou~, " I sang and heard him grunt in response.

"Are we going?" Scott held the door open, I grabbed my keys and headed to my jeep. As we both settled in the car, Scotts constant stare did nothing but keep constant contact. I tightened my grip on the wheel "You know, I have total control of your fate right now," I said, glancing over at him them back on the road "I could just swerve if I wanted too," He took the hint and stared out his window, "How's Al?" I asked, "And where are we going?"

He was quiet for a short period of time when finally he sighed, "We had a fight, the mall of course," He had a hard time saying fight, like it was stuck in his throat and it took him all he had to say it. I knew how much he loved her, I mean, let's get really, he totally left me, his BEST friend, for her. "I'm sorry, Dude," I reached over and patted his shoulder, just a small comfort. He whined under my touch. This sucked, I could feel his heart beat, I could feel it sink.

Like it was my own; and I was totally new to this whole werewolf thing, could everyone feel this? Was everyone connected like this? I brought my hand back and lazily held the wheel. "Hey, I really don't want to cry, and I could feel the water works," I said glancing over again, "I've become overly sensitive and it's like when we went to go watch Star Trek," I smiled, hoping that his heart would settle. "Yeah," Scott had a vague smile, as he huffed out.

"Everything will be fine," I assured him.

I parked my jeep, and we sat in a comfortable silence, I then smacked my hand to his chest and smiled at him, He jumped at the contact, "Let's go eat!" I laughed "Even now, you still want food?" Scott laughed, I raised my eyebrows "C'mon dude, this figure isn't going anywhere," I hopped out of my jeep and pointed at him as he got out, "Hell to the yes, I want food," I laughed.

Loud and full of people, how sad; I never thought I'd hate public place as much as I am starting to, right now. "Ugh, people," I through my arm over Scotts shoulder, he just looked down at me and laughed. This was serious, I was getting stared at, like I was a new shinny toy. "Am I on display?" I whispered, we made our way to the top floor to the food court "What do you mean?" Scott asked as he looked around for his favorite place, Subway. How predictable, I thought.

He ordered his famous Scott foot long, at which I always laugh at. If you don't know why, I do believe you need to get out more, or watch some porn. Life kids, it's a crazy thing.

I decided I wanted a cookie and coffee, so I waltzed over to Starbucks and left Scott at a table.

"Hi, what can I do for ya?" Oh, this was great, Erica had a job. I couldn't contain my laughter. "Erica," I tried to suppress my laughter "Yes?" she said warily, "It's me, Stiles," I gave her the corky smile she used to ask me to give her, cause she found it amusing. "Oh. My. God." She slapped her hand over her mouth, I nodded, as to say, 'Hey, I'm a girl too, let's keep this as non-weird as we can,'

Erica moved her hand "I thought there was something wrong when Derek asked Lydia and me to go shopping for clothes," She looked me over, "You're so god damn pretty!" She squealed, I flinched back in fear that she'd take me in one of those girly-jumpy things. "Th- Thank you?" I said.

"Anyway, I really want coffee, and a cookie," I smiled at her, her cheeks turned a slight shade of pink. I've never seen her so, girly. "You got it, White chocolate mocha and a giant chocolate chip," she put the order in and I laughed "You know me so well,"