Chapter 8

Never Going Home (Alt-J Remix) - Phantogram

Adelaide was sleeping soundly. Her hair was fanned across the pillows, her eyes were closed, and there was the smallest bit of drool coming from her mouth. She wasn't having a nightmare, like she had the night before, or the one before that, or before that. Her sheets weren't tangled around her body because of tossing and turning and her body wasn't breaking out into a cold sweat. For once, she was sleeping peacefully.

Snores were coming from the dog at the foot of her bed.

It was heavenly.

Until her alarm blared through her phone speakers.

A groan escaped her throat as she threw her arm over her eyes. The sun peaked through the curtain, begging to be let in. She threw the covers off herself and groggily made her way out of her comfortable bed.

She yawned and stretched before going through her morning routine.

She was just finishing tying her lacing her Jeffrey Campbell ankle booties when her bedroom door opened and Lydia strolled in.

Adelaide stood straight, grabbed her things and walked out of her room. "Let's get this shit over with." she put her sunglasses on to block her enemy from meeting her still adjusting eyes; the bright sun.

Lydia grinned and followed after her, "Someone's cranky this morning."

"I'm cranky every morning, Lydia." she rolled her eyes. They stepped outside, bags on their hands, and walked towards Adelaide's car.

She silently thanked whoever made weekends possible that it was finally Friday. School was a drag, and while she actually liked learning new things, she didn't like the people, or the teachers. She'd rather read the text book on her own.

She already has, actually. Nearly all of them. She and her sister were definitely overachievers.

"Well I'm sure indulging in a caramel macchiato will lift your spirits."

"Don't get your hopes up."


Turned out, the sugary beverage did lift her spirits.

The girls strut down the hallways of the school while carrying out a conversation of their own, awe filled eyes trailing after them.

"You know, your outfit isn't half bad." she commented, "Except for the shirt. I don't like it."

"Oh?" Adelaide rolled her eyes and took a sip of her drink before throwing it in a random trash can, "Good thing I didn't ask, isn't it?"

Lydia rolled her eyes, "Guess that drink didn't really work after all."

"Oh it worked." she replied. Lydia only humphed in reply.

"Are you trying out this year?" Lydia asked when they caught sight of a Wrestling poster.

"Yes, actually, I have to go talk to Coach about it. I'll see you in class?" Adelaide walked off when Lydia nodded in agreement. Her strawberry-blonde curls bounced as she made her way to Coach's office.

Coach Finstock was definitely a good coach, that was for sure, but he was so invested in Lacrosse, he only showed up about 3 times a week, and the rest of the time assistant coaches were the ones actually coaching. Varsity helped a ton, though.

She was right about to head in when she heard Coach talking to someone in his loud voice. The other person was quiet, but she figured it out once she heard his low voice.

"Coach, I'm having some...issues with aggression." It was Scott. Her brows furrowed as she heard him talk about his "aggression issues"; usually playing a sport helped with that, god knows it helped Adelaide.

"Well guess what? That's why you play Lacrosse. Problem solved."

Adelaide knocked on the door before crossing her arms and waiting. She knew it was rude, but...too bad. Coach opened the door with his manic smile and crazy hair.

"See this, McCall?" Coach took Adelaide's shoulders and shook her in front of Scott. Adelaide's eyes widened and she shrugged his hands off of her roughly. "This is the prime example of team player. Martin here, is only a sophomore, and she's already in Varsity wrestling. And she doesn't bail last minute."

"What the fuck?" she whispered to herself.

"But Coach-"

Scott was cut off, quite rudely, by Coach Finstock.

"No buts, McCall." he stepped closer to the boy and looked at him, for once, seriously, "Listen, part of being first line is taking on the responsibility of being first line. So if you can't-if you can't shoulder on the responsibility then you're back on the bench for the rest of the season."

Scott was taken aback, his brows furrowed and he shook his head, "If I don't play the game, you're taking me off first line?"

Coach clapped his hands, "There we go! He gets it," he turned to Adelaide with another one of his crazy grins, "He gets it." Adelaide only made a face and nodded hesitantly. He turned back to Scott and clamped his hands down on his shoulders roughly, "McCall. Play. The game."

Scott nodded and made his way out of the office dejectedly, only smiling at Adelaide in greeting.

"So, what is it that you need, Martin?"

"Wrestling Tryouts-"

"Oh, don't tell me you're bailing too! C'mon, you're one of our best!"

Adelaide closed her eyes and begged for patience in her head, "Well if you'd let me finish maybe you'd find out what I have to say, Coach."

"Right, right. Go on."

"So, tryouts, I need to know if I'll still be captain. I wasn't here for Summer League, but-"

"Don't worry about it," Coach cut her off again, "As long as no one is better than you this season, you'll still be captain."

Adelaide narrowed her eyes and tried not to take it as an insult, "Good." she responded before heading out. "I'll be there in a few weeks."


Adelaide sat in AP Bio, doodling in her notebook as Mr. Harris spoke about their latest project; Flower Development.

They were to choose a plant, of any kind, and write everything they could about it, and put it onto a poster board, or some sort of brochure. At first, she thought it was actually about Flower Development, but apparently Harris just thought it was a convenient title. It was a way to start their Sophomore Year, and it would be the easiest project of the entire year.

He was going to assign their partners, and the project would last two whole weeks.

She really hoped she wasn't partnered up with a Karina Davis; she was a complete ditz. How she even managed to get into AP Bio was beyond her.

"Mr. Stilinski and Ms. Martin, you're partners."

Adelaide's pencil was slammed against her notebook and her head snapped up. Mr. Harris was looking at her with his beady eyes and deadpan expression, as always. Her eyes were wide and pleading; she could only pray that he had maybe misread it.

"What?"

Mr. Harris only rolled his eyes drolled, "I understand that being partnered with an ignorant moron like Mr. Stilinski may concern you, but quite frankly, I don't care."

She swiveled in her stool and her eyes landed and those of Stiles Stilinski, her blue eyes hard and her lips pulled into her mouth as he stared at her with narrowed and accusing caramel colored eyes.

It wasn't until the bell rang when they broke eye contact and Adelaide marched off to her next class.

Her foul mood went from 5 to 8 in a matter of seconds, and going by how horribly she and Stiles get along, this project was going to be hell.


The glare on her face was enough to have the students of Beacon Hills High throwing themselves out of her way as she stomped her way to her math class.

"So what'd he say?" was the first thing out of Lydia's mouth when she sat in her seat.

"I'm still captain, as long as no one is, and I quote, 'better than me'"

Lydia scoffed and jotted some notes down along with Adelaide as they spoke. "Doubtful."

"Anyway, I heard Jackson got hurt." Adelaide grinned at the thought.

"Oh, don't look so happy." Lydia rolled her eyes and breathed out through nose, "It was Scott's fault. He rammed into him, can you believe that?" she shook her head, "I mean, Jackson is the team captain, he's needed on the field."

"Maybe it was an accident." Adelaide piped in and shrugged. Jackson deserved it, anyway.

"It better have been, and Scott better play well tomorrow night. Or else."

"Hmm." Adelaide tilted her head at the problems on the board. "I heard he wasn't playing at all."

Lydia turned sharply, "What?" her jaw clenched and she glared at Scott, who was up at the board.

"Mhm" she replied distractedly as she finished the problem on her notes. "-said he was having 'aggression issues'"

"Aggression issues, huh?" Lydia stood suddenly and Adelaide looked up with raised brows, "I'll show him aggression issues."

"Thank you, Lydia." Mr. Johnson exclaimed before giving her the piece of chalk. Scott looked quite terrified as she stomped up there with a vicious glare on her face.

Adelaide could hear the conversation perfectly from her spot in the front, and she smirked at the things coming out of her sister's mouth.

"-we'll probably win anyway, and we'll go out after like we were planning, and I'll introduce Allison to all of the hot players on the team. And Scott McCall can stay home surfing the net for porn."

Adelaide laughed and high fived her sister.


After school Lydia went through with her plan of introducing all the hot players on the team to Allison, and everyone else was buzzing with the news of a curfew.

She and Alex were walking towards her car, making conversation. His arm was thrown over her shoulder and she leaned into him.

"I can't believe I've been paired with Stiles. I mean, couldn't it have been someone else?"

"Well I got paired with Scott, not that you noticed what with all your staring competitions with Stiles." said Alex as they neared her car. "What's your deal with him anyway? He's a cool guy, Ads."

Adelaide's face screwed up as if she'd tasted something sour, "He's...-he's just so..." her brows furrowed as she struggled to form a coherent sentence. She made a strangled noise of frustration, "...ugh!"

Alex chuckled at his best friend's frustrations. "Why? Because he's just as sarcastic and witty as you are? Maybe you're just mad because he's the only person other than me, or Lydia, that has called you out on your bullshit. Or...you're just so into him, you only think you hate him.'" he joked, laughing when her face screwed up in disgust.

"That's definitely not it." she exclaimed haughtily.

Alex made little kissing noises and inappropriate faces, so she pinched his side and he laughed at her annoyance. "Shut up." she muttered lowly.

"So, are you excited for the game tomorrow night?" she asked in an attempt to change the subject.

"Hell yeah!" he exclaimed with a large grin, "-but I'm also kinda nervous."

Adelaide chuckled and entered the car, "Yeah, well, it's your first one in this school, but I'm beyond sure you'll do absolutely amazing. In fact, you're going to blow their minds. I swear."

"If you say so." he said in a sing-song voice.

"I do. And what I say usually goes."

"Right."

Lydia appeared then.

"Addy, I need a favour."


Adelaide didn't like hospitals. In fact, she loathed hospitals. They reminded her of things from her past that she'd really rather not be reminded of, and when Lydia asked her to go with her, she automatically said no, but Lydia insisted, and because Adelaide was a good sister and knew that Lydia too hated hospitals, she agreed, as long as Alex could come with her.

She tried not to clutched onto his hand as they neared the entrance, everything about her screaming cool and collected while her insides screamed holy-shit,-get-me out-of-here.

"Why did come again?" she asked as they neared the entrance, "I have better things to do than accompany some half-witted jock to the hospital."

"You came because you love me." Lydia replied.

She stepped over the threshold and let out a breath of hair she didn't know she was holding in. Her hand tightened around Alex's and she was sure her nails were digging into his skin, but he didn't complain. He only squeezed her hand comfortingly.

They walked up to the front desk and Jackson told them about his appointment. They led him to a room and Lydia, Alex, and Adelaide took seat.

"I'm sorry, Ads, I know how much you hate hospitals." Lydia said guiltily as she looked at her sister.

"It's fine." Lydia gave her a pointed look, "I'm fine." Lydia sighed and leaned back into her chair.

Adelaide took her ear buds and phone out, chose a song and plugged one in her ear. She let her head lean on Alex's shoulder and her hand rest in Lydia's as she calmed down with the music.

Suddenly, Lydia's phone started ringing and she excused to herself to go answer it, sitting on the other side of the wall.

"Oh my god." she heard someone mutter. She turned to the owner of the voice and a frown appeared on her face at the sight of Stiles Stilinski.

He slowly approached Lydia as she listened to whoever was on the line, clearly, he didn't know she was on the phone because he actually tried talking to her.

Adelaide nudged Alex and they both watched the scene unfold.

"Hey, Lydia..." he placed his arm on the wall and tried his best act casual; it wasn't working. "-you probably don't remember me, um, I sit behind you...-in History. Uh...-anyway, I've always thought that we just had this kinda connection? You know, unspoken, of course...maybe it would be kinda cool to get to know each other a little better?"

Adelaide covered her mouth to smother the laugh she wanted to let out. Lydia was on the phone...while Stiles was trying to make a move on her.

"Hold on, give me a second." she heard Lydia mutter to whoever it was on the line, and Adelaide was literally going to explode. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch any of what you just said. Is it worth repeating?"

Stiles made an odd choking noise in his throat and said, "Ha, uh...-no. Sorry..." he walked backwards, more towards where Adelaide and ALex were sitting, "I'm gonna sit..." he pointed back, "You-you don't care. Okay."

"Okaay." Lydia responded.

"Well that was slightly pathetic, and definitely amusing." Adelaide exclaimed as he sat down and took a pamphlet into his hands.

"Holy! God..." he jumped about 2 ft into the air before looking at them with accusing eyes. Adelaide laughed loudly at his expense while Alex just chuckled. "Wh-why do you always have to do that?"

Adelaide ignored his question and turned towards him with calculating eyes, "You know, my sister's with Jackson, right? She's taken."

His right eye even twitched in annoyance as he glared at her.

"I'm well aware, thank you."

"Then why do you bother?" She wasn't trying to be an ass, she was actually curious, she just wanted to know.

"That's not really your business." he replied distractedly. His knee was bouncing up and down and he was looking around like he was waiting for someone, but Adelaide ignored all of that.

Her eyes narrowed and she scoffed, "Not my business, huh? And where was that state of mind when you told me to be 'nicer to my dad'?"

His spine straightened at the reminder and he turned his head so suddenly, he could have gotten whiplash, "Really? You're still on that?"

"Yeah, actually, I am 'still on that', thank you very much."

Stiles was going to fire back in a way only Stiles and Adelaide could, but Alex stopped him. He put his arm between them pushed them away from each other. In the midst of their small argument, they'd managed to get closer, much closer.

"Alright, alright, time to calm down. This is a hospital, not a fighting ring, guys."

Adelaide clenched her jaw and sat back into her chair, crossing one leg over the other while Stiles grabbed a random pamphlet and shoved it in his face.

Alex went back onto his phone after muttering something lowly. Stiles was obviously going to keep on ignoring her, and with Alex busying himself on his phone, she had no one to talk to. No one to distract her.

Calculating bright eyes wandered around the lobby, fair skinned hands subconsciously folded in her lap, and her heel clad foot moved from side to side in spastic movements. Though on the outside she seemed calm, and totally unaffected, the silence and the lack of a distraction was getting to her. She wanted to go home, run, draw, blast her music to its maximum volume and dance, anything but sit there quietly in a hospital lobby. Her foot moved faster, and the clock on the wall across from her seemed to be ticking slower than before. She could practically hear the tick of each movement it made, and it drove her further into a panic.

Her jaw clenched tightly as the noise grew louder, her heart beating like a hammer against her ribs. She was oblivious to her nails digging into her knuckles as her hands sat still folded neatly in her lap, drawing blood.

Experience with panic attacks very often as a child allowed her to keep her cool on the outside, but she didn't know for how much longer because she could feel every part of her being start to tremble.

"Adelaide, come on." Lydia's voice snapped her out of her anxiety filled daze and she looked up to see her sister looking down at her expectantly. "Jackson's finished."

She nodded and stood quickly, "Right." She turned to see Stiles peaking from the pamphlet awkwardly before giving him a sharp glare and walking out with the others following closely behind. She felt a sting on the skin beneath her knuckles and looked down to see the indents of her nails on her skin.

A drop of blood fell onto the white floors of the hospital.


Adelaide was running.

After dropping Alex home, and taking Jackson and Lydia to his place, she went for a run and she was running back home after 9 miles.

Her feet pounded against the ground faster and faster the closer she got to her house. She was sweating profusely and her tank top stuck to her like a second skin. Thoughts of the hospital never strayed and only bringing up torturous memories of the past.

"Daddy, where am I?"

She ran faster.

"You're in the hospital, baby."

Her calves burned.

"Why?"

The music on her phone stopped suddenly and so did she.

"There was an accident, baby."

Her breaths came out in vicious pants.

"Did I get a boo-boo?"

Her hands were on her knees.

"Yes, baby, you got a boo-boo."

A strangled noise ripped away from her throat as she leaned against a tree.

"Daddy?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"Why are you crying?"


The next day she didn't have to wake up by alarm, but by a phone call. A very annoying phone call from a very annoying person.

"'Lo?" her groggy voice answered. Cheers were heard from the other line along with Coach's incessant yelling.

"Adelaide! Where the hell are you? It's 11am!"

"So?"

"So? You were supposed to come to practice! You missed the whole thing."

"M'kay." she lay limp on her bed with her eyes closed as Lydia spoke loudly.

"Alex made quite a few scores, you know..."

"Mhm..." she yawned into the phone and nestled herself into the pillows, petting Ava lovingly when she jumped onto the bed.

"You're impossible." she heard Lydia sigh into the phone, and she could just imagine her rolling her eyes and checking her compact mirror for any smeared make-up.

"M'kay." she mumbled lowly, "I'm hangin' u'now."

"N-"

Adelaide hung up and tried to go back to sleep, but it didn't come to her easily. In fact, it wouldn't come to her at all. She groaned in frustration and sat up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and going into the bathroom.

**Once she was finished with her usual routine, she padded down the stairs and made some breakfast...or lunch. She turned on the large flat screen TV on in her living room and ate. The news was on, and she was much to lazy to get up and change it, so she just watched, and...actually got into it.

They were talking about the recent murder, the body she had found just a week ago.

"This just in, a body of a young girl, mid-twenties, found in the Beacon Hills Preserve has been identified as Laura Hale..."

Her heart dropped to her stomach, the blood drained from her face.

Laura Hale

The name echoed in her ears.

No.

She...-they had to be mistaken, Laura Hale was alive. She wasn't in town...-no. No! She wasn't dead, she wasn't the body Adelaide had found. She wasn't, she couldn't be.

She used to play barbies with her, she used to chase her around the gardens of the house until they were out of breath, laughing until they had tears in their eyes. She wasn't dead. She wasn't.

But she could be.

Adelaide stood and started to pace, gripping onto her curly strands of hair tightly as she tried to make sense of it.

It couldn't be true. It wasn't. But she remembered...the horrid smell of death that still clung to her nose from the night she'd found the lower half of the body. She remembered the blood that stuck to the underside of her fingernails and how hard it was to scrub it off. She remembered what she saw...with her own two eyes. A body torn in half...the pendant.

The pendant...she remembered it, and Laura, who used to wear it around her neck everyday and never took it off.

How could she not notice it?

How could she have just taken the necklace like that?

How could she be so blind?

Laura could be dead.

She jumped when the cell phone beside her rang and saw that it was Lydia. She cleared her throat and answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Adelaide...I just saw it..." Lydia breathed out. Her tone was small and sad. Vulnerable.

"Yeah." her voice cracked, and she cleared her throat, "I did to."

"I..." Lydia was at loss for words, "I'll come pick you up. We'll go to the game early."

"Yeah. Okay." she hung up before Lydia could say anything else.

Laura was dead.


Lydia picked her up as promised, and they drove in silence.

Adelaide was staring out the window with vacant eyes, her head throbbing and her hands clenched tightly around each other.

When she got to the school she planned on putting it all in the back of her mind, she planned to put it in a little box and ignore it like she did everything else, because there were more important things to deal with like school, and Alex and the lacrosse game.

She couldn't deal with it. She didn't want to.

So that's what she did. They got to the school and plastered on some fake grins and linked their arms together in a way of silent comfort.

She couldn't have stayed home anyway.

Alex, who was so excited about the game, so happy that he'd compete in Lacrosse once again, he would be hurt if she wasn't there.

The guys were all practicing for their up coming game as the girls sat down on the first step. Coach was yelling at them, handing out 'motivational' speeches like they were business cards.

Alex was running with the stick in his hand and the ball in the net, and when he threw it to the goal, he made it. Adelaide let the game distract her from the current events and grinned whenever Alex scored.

She even cheered a little, and gave a thumbs up when he looked her way. He grinned and gave thumbs up before going back to the practice game.

It continued on that way until the other school got there and people started sitting on the bleachers, talking about the game, and wondering who would win.

"I'll be back in a second." Lydia said before walking to none other than Scott McCall. She grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him close to her.

Adelaide couldn't hear a thing, but she didn't care enough to. Instead she stood and walked up to No. 24 and sat right next to him, on the bench.

"Jesus-!" Stiles jumped, clearly startled.

"Not Jesus, just Adelaide." she grinned at his obvious annoyance and his eye twitched, as it always did when he was around her.

"Why are you here? Wh-Are you stalking me now?" he looked at her through accusing eyes, but didn't let her reply, "Cause...that's-that's kinda pathetic. I mean, really? First the hospital, then...here? What next? My house?"

Her brows rose and a grin flashed across her face, she covered her mouth to smother her laughter.

"Wh-This is not a laughing matter!" he flailed his arms and looked at her with wide eyes. "I could be in serious danger...from you"

"Stiles...this is a Lacrosse game." she said slowly, as if talking to a mental patient...which wasn't so far out.

"Yeah? So?" he crossed his arms.

"...open to the whole school."

He opened his mouth to retort, but he seemed slightly flustered, until he just went with something else.

"That-that doesn't explain why you're here. Sitting next to me. On the bench. Invading my personal bubble. Emphasis on personal, as in one person."

She rolled her eyes and crossed one leg over the other. "Oh, get over yourself Stilinski, I'm not asking you on a date. I just need your number."

He scoffed and motioned exaggeratedly with his hands, "That-right there is what I am talking about!"

She clenched her jaw, rolled her eyes, and decided if he was going to make it difficult, she would make it simple. She stood up, and clamped her hands down on his shoulders, looking him dead in the eye. "Stiles, we have a project for chemistry together. And while I would love to switch partners, we can't and I'm not going to do all of the fucking work and give you credit too. So you either give me your damn number so we can do this together, or I do it all by myself and you can receive a big, fat F, for fuck you."

His eyes were wide as and he made a weird choking noise in the back of his throat, "Holy...-why are you always so violent?" She leaned closer and he hastily gave her his number.

She smirked in triumph and typed it into her phone. "Thanks."

He scowled and returned to biting the gloves and bouncing his knee up and down.

She left him there and walked back to her seat.

When the whistle blew and the players were headed off to the field, Lydia came back with satisfaction planted on her face. Seemed like Lydia got plenty of satisfaction off intimidating others, just like Adelaide did.

"How was your little talk?"

Lydia pursed her lips before smiling, "Interesting. And yours?" Lydia looked at her with knowing eyes.

"Interesting." she repeated.

Adelaide was almost positive they were going to win. With Alex, Scott, and even Jackson, the three best players, they were bound to kick Kaven High's ass.

"Hey guys." the twins heard a sweet voice exclaim from beside them. They twisted their bodies and noted it was Allison and a man, probably her father.

"Hey" they replied in unison, matching grins on their faces.

Allison laughed lightly before taking a seat by their side, "I'm never going to get used to that."

Her father gave her a pointed look and Allison turned to introduce them, "Oh, uh, this is my dad. Dad, this is Lydia and Adelaide, my friends."

"I'm Adelaide." she exclaimed when she saw his sharp blue eyes flitted between them curiously. She held her hand out and shook his firmly.

"And I'm Lydia."

"It's nice to finally put a face to the girls Allison has been speaking so much of." he smiled warmly and the girls smiled innocently as if they were the sweetest, most innocent 16 year-olds in the whole wide world.

The night continued, the game was intense, and Adelaide found herself cheering for Alex plenty of times, but that didn't really seem to matter to the others because they were still losing.

Her brow furrowed as she sat on the edge of her seat, completely invested in the game. Her eyes focused on Jackson as he huddled some of the others, not including Scott or even Alex, and demanded something from them, and Adelaide had an idea what it was. Anticipation spiked through her and her knee started bouncing as they continued to play.

Her jaw clenched as Jackson once again took away Alex's opportunity to shoot into the net.

Lydia held up one of her posters for Jackson and somehow roped Allison into doing it, cheering him on. Adelaide scoffed and continued to watch the game. Scott waved at the others, trying to get them to pass, he was open, and they were complete fucking idiots.

She looked over to the score board and shook her head as she saw the score. If they lost the game, Alex would be so disappointed, and she couldn't have that.

"STOP BEING AN ASS AND PASS THE DAMN BALL, JACKSON!" she yelled out, and grinned when everyone looked over to her, some with gratitude and surprise, and others with disdain.

They were starting it up again, Scott and another guy were head to head and suddenly, the ball was thrown up. Adelaide waited in anticipation for someone to catch it, anyone, preferably Alex or Scott; the only two people she actually liked on the team.

The ball went up, up, and up, until finally, Scott was sailing through the air and running with quick reflexes, dodging every single player, to the net.

Her voice was loud and high pitched as she cheered for them.

Alex looked at his best friend when he heard her loud voice over everyone else, a beaming smile on his face. It was her way of showing support for him, and he loved it.

"Is she usually like this?" Mr. Argent asked, clearly amused.

Lydia grinned as her sister hollered and cheered, and she knew it was only for Alex, "She gets really into it."

"Yeah, we can see that." Allison laughed lightly.

"Wooo! Go Alex!" she cheered, even though he didn't make the shot. He helped.

When the ball was on the field, once again, Alex managed to get to it, dodging players and looking for someone that was open, that someone was Scott. Adelaide watched as Jackson glared at Scott, and tried to knock him out of the way, but it just wouldn't happen. Alex arched back and tossed the ball to Scott, who caught it and took the winning shot.

"YES! YES! THAT'S MY ALEX!"

The final whistle blew and everyone was cheering loudly, congratulating the team, and jumping up and down from excitement.

Alex was beaming, talking to Danny, about the game no doubt when Adelaide walked up to them and gave him a big grin.

"You won." she sing-songed, and he smirked back.

"Well technically-"

She rolled her eyes and punched his arm playfully, "Oh, shut up."

Danny snorted in amusement and shook his head at the two, "Alright, you two, do we really need to start this again?"

Adelaide and Alex looked up with innocent eyes and said at the same time, "Start what?"

Suddenly, the Coach blew his whistle and called the boys to the locker room, and she was all alone in the field, save for the few people that lingered.

She looked around, only to find that Lydia was gone. Probably with Jackson, congratulating him, even though he was a massive dick.

A chilled breeze flew in, flapping her leather jacket about. Even after she zipped it up, she couldn't seem to keep warm.

The sound of a crunch on the icy crisp grass made her turn around, towards the dark woods.

For a moment, she had thought her heart had stopped beating, and swore ice froze in her veins as she stared into his grey eyes. And even from the distance she was, she could see the fear and hurt carefully hidden behind his mask of anger.

Laura's appearance, her death, and the heartbreak came rushing back.

Because there stood Adelaide's cousin, and Laura's brother, a few feet away.

Derek Hale.


Adelaide and Lydia are related to Derek...whaaaaaaaaaaaaat! Tell me what you think, what you feeel about this sudden twist. PM me if you have any questions, and revieeeewwwww :D please? with derek on top? (; or stiles

xoxo Brii(: