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Derek, Stiles and Scot starred at me for at least five seconds at a time before turning their heads to stare at Isabelle. I was seriously temped to just laugh at the priceless expressions of shock on their faces (Well, shock on Stiles and Scott's faces, pure anger on Derek's face). I could see Isabelle was trying not to smile either, but she allowed herself an evil smirk.
"What do you want?" Stiles asked, trying to sound annoyed, "Cuz this here is an- an all guys club... For GAY guys!"
I raised an eyebrow. "Where's Danny? And Ethan? Anyways, for a gay guy, you sure like that Lydia girl a lot. This is more like a werewolf club." I retorted.
"Fine." Scott said with a sigh, "Since you already know we're werewolves, what is it that you want to know."
"So you are werewolves!" Isabelle gasped in shock, "Do you turn into wolves on the full moon? Have you guys killed anyone before? Oh, oh! Are you guys like a pack or something?"
Derek sighed, "That would be my cue to leave."
He began to walk towards me, but before he could pass me, I stood in front of him, arms spread out to block his way, "Wait!" I commanded. Ignoring me, he pushed me to the side and continued to head off towards his car. I glanced at Isabelle, She was standing in front of an anxious looking Scott and a VERY nervous looking Stiles. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if Stiles wet his pants. Leaving Scott and Stiles to the wrath of my sister I turned to follow Derek. When I reached his car, he was gone. Nowhere to be seen. I turned in a full circle, not bothering to call out his name. Spinning around the second time, I almost jumped when I found myself face to face with him.
"You're a foolish, clueless human. What do you think you're doing?" He barked.
"Uh..." I mumbled, unsure of what to say.
"You're afraid. That's why you want answers, but trust me, your life will be much better if you stay out of the supernatural side of the world." He basically summed up most of my thoughts (Well, not the staying out part, but the being afraid and wanting answers).
"Don't you think I deserve to know?" I retorted, definitely not the best comeback since I wasn't sure how I deserved it, "If I don't know, I will spend the rest of my life helpless. Wondering about everything around me."
"Yeah? Well it's better than dying. Then not living a life at all." Derek spat.
"As a human I won't stand a chance." I mumbled, an idea springing to life inside of me, "but as a werewolf-"
"NO!" Derek cut me off. He didn't say anything after that. He just hopped into his car and left. I crossed my arms across my chest, starring at where his car had disappeared. Why are boys SO stupid? I wondered to myself. But I wasn't mad, in fact, I was elated. I had an idea. One that I considered to be a very good idea.
I walked back inside. Scott and Stiles sat in the same places they were earlier and Isabelle was leaning against the wall. Seeing me enter, Isabelle barked at them, "Well talk! Tell her everything you told me."
"Okay, as you know, Derek and I are werewolves. We're part of a pack with Isaac and Cora." Scott began shakily with a nervous glance at Isabelle, "Stiles, Lydia and Allison are normal humans... But they're in on the secret. Allison is a were wolf hunter, Lydia was bitten, but she's immune, and Stiles was there when I was bitten... Kind of."
Scott went on, and continued well past what he told Isabelle, filling us in with every little detail on werewolves. Once Isabelle made sure she knew EVERYTHING (including how many times he and Allison had sex, and the where he normally got his hair cut), she nodded to me, but speaking to Stiles and Scott as well, demanded, "Are you sure that's all?"
I rolled my eyes at her and mouthed the word PARANOID. Stiles had no clue what I was saying, but Scott read my lips and laughed.
"What's so funny?" Isabelle hissed, looking ready to rip Scott's throat out. I felt myself giggle, but I pretended to cough. Isabelle raised an eyebrow at me suspiciously, but she didn't pay me much attention.
"Okay Isabelle, I think it's time we go home. Mom will be waiting for us." I said, grabbing her arm and tugging her away slowly.
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I stared at myself in the mirror, checking my hair and make-up one more time. Upon Isabelle's insistence, my hair was curled (by her, of course) and it was actually looking pretty. She had applied bronze eye shadow, making my eyes pop, and of course, she added mascara. Lots and lots of mascara. I briefly wondered if it was all too much, but then I remembered what Isabelle said about how everyone would be dressed like me, and the idea of not being the only one overly dressed made me feel a little better.
To wear, Isabelle chose out a strapless white dress to match with her black dress. They were the same style, both silky, yet slightly clingy. The dresses went down to our knees. I placed my hands on my hips, proud of the figure that the dress revealed. I glanced at Isabelle, standing in her high heels and waiting for me at the door. That's where I drew the line of "Matching twins" and I settled for a simple pair of flats.
"Hurry up Madison!" Isabelle whined tapping her foot. I wondered how she could tap her foot like that when she was practically walking on nails, "Madison! This is going to be our first high school party! We can't arrive late, no matter what!"
I gave Isabelle a deadly glare, but she ignored me, "I already told you! I REALLY don't want to go."
"Well you really will when I promise you that afterwards I'll give you 100 dollars just for going." Isabelle said, smirking.
"Dang, we're late! Let's get going!" I said, with newfound enthusiasm. I raced out of the room, down the stairs and out the front door before Isabelle could say another word, hopping in the front seat and honking for Isabelle to hurry up.
