HELLOOO! First of all, I'm so sorry I haven't posted in a while. I've been waiting for my acceptance letter from college and YAY, I'LL START NEXT WEEK! I'M REALLY HAPPYYYYY! :) Secondly, I appreciate every single review but since I don't have a way to answer you Cecily (guest), thank you so much for being an adorable person and for giving me such kind words of support! I'm not planning on giving up this fic. It might take me a while to finish it since I'm starting college but I WILL finish it! :)

Ok, this one is really small, and the next one is one of my favorites (because Mary will finally get her tattoo!) and it'll be fun! :) So please don't be too desappointed on this chapter! It will get better eheh.

Ok please ENJOY! :)


27TH OCTOBER

"Dear Diary,

This sounds really stupid, I feel like a kid again, except this time I'm not writing about boys (not yet, just give me a minute) or how much I hate my parents for not being present at the swimming competition. It's a bit different this time.

My little friend, you know, the one that lives inside my brain and that's constantly trying to kill me, almost succeeded yesterday. I was not supposed to be alive. The first exams were pretty definite, a death sentence. However, when I woke up, I was feeling just fine. More exams. The aneurysm was small again.

The doctors called it a miracle, since there was no scientific explanation for it, but I'm not fully convinced; I should be happy, right? I mean, I'm still alive, that should be a good thing, but something feels really wrong. I feel like I tricked destiny, or fate, or whatever you want to call it. You see, I read a book about Helen of Troy in which a woman predicted a war in her name. Her parents tried to avoid that war from happening, protecting Helen inside their palace. Turns out that trying to trick fate is completely useless. Helen ran away with Paris, she left Menelaus and that's it: war. You can't run from destiny. You just can't. The earth needs balance and will do anything to restore it.

Which reminds me: history test on Monday."


29TH OF OCTOBER

Mary arrived late on purpose; she didn't want everyone to look at her with concern, she didn't want Isaac to ask her if she was feeling ok and she definitely didn't want to hear her colleagues whispering on the corridors. For the first few hours of that day she just focused on her test. It was pretty easy.


Right after the test, when everyone finally left the room and Mary rushed to her locker, it seemed to be impossible to avoid Isaac any longer.

"Hey, how did the test go?" He asked joyfully as soon as the brunette closed her locker, his presence startling her. "Jesus, Isaac!... ahm, good. You?" The blond shrugged his shoulders with indifference and leaned against the lockers, still with a grin on his face. "I see you're feeling better." Ah, there it was.

"May the odds be ever in my favor." Mary replied angrily with a fake british accent and even though she wasn't even smiling, Isaac still laughed. After realizing Mary wasn't in the mood to talk, the blue eyed teen bit his bottom lip nervously. "You don't seem happy about it." He added, now subtly rubbing the back of his head. For a brief moment, the brunette almost turned around and walked away but then she reminded herself that Isaac was one of her few friends, possibly the only one she could trust.

"It's just…" She paused as she leaned against her locker and glanced down at her shoes. "I should be dead, something happened inside my head and, I don't know, but the aneurysm is small again." When her big blue eyes met his gaze, Isaac seemed calm; he even shrugged. "You're just giving yourself more reasons to be happy about it." "I'm not, something doesn't feel right. When I woke up at the hospital I was just fine, it doesn't make any sense." And after finishing that sentence and remembering that afternoon, waking up to Derek sitting beside her bed, Mary felt the heat spreading on her cheeks. They almost kissed.

And his veins were black while he held her wrist. That was weird as shit.

"I… I need to make a call. Give me a minute." Mary didn't even wait for Isaac to answer. She just turned her back and looked for her phone inside her bag. She needed to talk to Derek, she needed answers and she knew she wouldn't get them with a simple question. She had to fight for them.

The brunette had a plan.

One beep. Two beeps. Three beeps.

"Hi." "Yeah sure, hi, we need to talk." What a nice way to start a conversation, wasn't it? Fortunately, Derek didn't mind her rude ways; when he answered he was polite, delicate and incredibly charming. "Has anyone ever told you what a roller-coaster you are? It's kind of stressful." He wasn't making fun of her, Mary got the feeling that he was just trying to be nice but still… "Not important right now. Can you come by my house after school?" He hesitated but, after a few seconds, he sighed. "Sure, why not?"

And then, with a winning smile on her face, Mary turned around and grabbed Isaac's arm. "Let's go eat something."


The plan was perfect. Or at least it seemed perfect.

Mary was sitting on the couch with her 'To do' list resting on her lap while she was waiting for Derek.

Mary wanted a real answer for the question "Your eyes were red, how do you explain that?" or "Your veins were black, explain that too. Why are you always changing colors?" But he was not going to bend easily. She would have to play the innocent victim – which she already was – and get Derek to help her with the list. Then, Mary would seduce him (or she could try) and if that wasn't enough, then she would think of something else. She wanted answers before dying, that's all, and Derek had those answers.

After a while, the bell rang and Mary rushed to the door with one of her hands wrapped around the list.

Without giving time for Derek to say a single word, the brunette pulled him by the shirt, shut the door and threw him against it. The green eyed man could have stopped her at any second but, surprisingly, he didn't. In fact, he looked like he was enjoying that whole situation.

Mary took a step back and proceeded to unfold the small piece of paper; then, she handed it to the tall man in front of her without saying a single word. At first he looked confused but then he finally accepted the paper.

"Number one, visit New York…" He read out loud, pausing to glance down at the brunette. He noticed how her big blue eyes were shinning with expectation. "Number two, spend a night at a motel… ok, wait, what am I reading exactly?" "My list." She answered joyfully. Derek raised an eyebrow, slowly realizing what she really meant by 'her list'.

Derek kept reading it, only this time in silence, until he reached the last number. It was scratched. Apparently Mary was having a new sibling.

Letting out a small sigh Derek glanced down at the small brunette once more with a soft smile on his lips. "Why are you showing me this?" He asked. Mary shrugged and lowered her eyes to the floor. When their eyes met again, the werewolf noticed how great she looked. There were still dark circles under her eyes, but she didn't look tired anymore.

"Well, you're gonna help me get those things done by the end of December." Mary answered with an innocent smile on her lips. Damn it, she was beautiful and she knew exactly how to manipulate him.

Derek took another look at the list and laughed.

"I'm not taking you to New York or a Motel." "Yes you are, my parents will pay you." She had it all planned out (except her parents didn't know she was counting on their money to do all that stuff, but she'd talk to them later).

"I'm pretty sure you already have a tattoo, most girl of your age have one." He challenged, but Mary faked an offended look as she crossed both arms above her chest. "You think I'm like most girls? You're so naïve, Derek."

The werewolf didn't even answer, he just kept on reading. "Go to the movies… alright, I can do that. And the driving thing too." Oh, the next one… he laughed nervously. "Ok, you're nice and everything but there's no way we're having sex on the back of my car. Except if you're a virgin and I'm you last resource." This time Mary looked genuinely grossed out. "Ehw, I barely know you! And FYI, I'm not a virgin. Just keep reading." And he did, even though knowing she wasn't a virgin and was planning on having sex with someone else made Derek want to break something.

"Your hair… it's perfect the way it is now, but if you really want to change it, alright." Finally, he handed her the list and noticed the teasing smile on her lips. "So…" She said sweetly. "Will you help me? Pretty please?"


3RD OF NOVEMBER

Saturday morning and Mary was driving Derek's black and very expensive car. "Stupid piece of crap!" She cursed when the car stopped in the middle of the road. It happened three times and those three times Derek would grumble at her "Well, this stupid piece of crap doesn't seem to like you either." But, at the end of the day it was all about scratching one more thing off the list.

It was worth it.


TA-DAAAAAAA, here it is. I enjoyed writing it down but I know it's not one of my best chapter... oh well, please follow, favorite or review, I appreciate it! :)

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