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"Please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"PLEASE?!"

"No!" I slumped back in the passengers seat of the Jeep as we drove out of Lydia's house.

"But why not?" I whined at Stiles.

"Why would I drive you to Derek Hale's house?" He grumbled.

"To tell him what we found out, duh!" I yelled.

"NO!" Stiles yelled.

It was silent for a brief minute, until I asked, "What if I pay you?"

"You won't pay me. You didn't even pay me the fifty bucks you promised."

"That was only when you promised to cut off Derek's arm. And did you? Nooooo." I drawled.

"Still not gonna' let you go." He said sternly. When did he become the boss of me!?

I WAS OLDER! I am so not giving up!

"STILES!" I yelled as loud as possible.

The car swerved while he screamed worriedly, "What!?"

"I'm thinking of growing a beard and joining the circus." I muttered, thinking quite hardly.

"Oh God," he groaned, because he knew what was coming next.

"Dude, you best check yourself before you wreck yourself." I said in my most sassiest tone and I snapped my fingers in z-formation but he ignored me.

"I sound just like a helicopter!" I blew out the longest raspberry I possibly could and he just groaned again.

I wasn't gonna' stop until he caved in.

"Romeo was 17 and Juliet was 13, they has a romance that caused 6 deaths! CAN YOU BELIVE IT!?" I started laughing like a seal. He just sighed in annoyance.

See, my thing here is to get him so pissed off he will take me to Derek's. I'm so smart, aren't I?

"What if you're bellybutton screamed when you cover it with a shirt because it's too dark!?" I hollered. Still nothing. Hmm. Last resort time.

"Por favor?"

"No." Stiles simply said.

"Por favor?"

"No."

"Por favor?"

"…Alright!" He screamed. I squealed in delight, thank you Drake and Josh!

"Walkin' in the woods, walkin' in the woods, goin' to the Hale house, goin' to the Hale house." I sang to myself, then took a sip of my Red Bull.

I still didn't get any wings. False advertisement. Now that's cruel.

I was right in front of the burnt, ashen house and I could even read all the despair in it. Hell, it hurt me that people–actual humans–had the decency to do this.

I gulped and walked up the steps to the patio, then slowly opened the door. Might as well surprise him.

NOPE!

HOLY!

DAMN!

MY HEART! MY KNEES! MY STOMACH! MY OVARIES!

There was Derek, doing pull ups…those…damn…muscles. My legs … oh God, I quickly sauntered over to the stairs and sat down, while staring at him go up and down. "Enjoying the view?" I heard him ask.

I gulped.

"That is so not fair." I squealed.

"You barged yourself," grunt, "in here."

"I hate you so much right now." I grumbled, tilting my head to stare at his sexy back muscles.

Little did I know, he had a tiny smile on his face.

Derek then fell to the ground and started to do push ups.

"No. Totally. Not. Fair. Grumbles!" I whined, stomping my feet. He didn't reply and I whispered, "You'd probably be in my position if I went shirtless in front of you."

It was barely even a whisper.

HOW THE HELL DID HE HEAR IT!? Oh right, he's a werewolf.

"Yeah. Probably," he replied, in all his seriousness.

A serious blush rushed up to my cheeks as I bit my lip. God.

Then he started doing one handed push ups!

"Dude! Stop that!" I whined, once again.

"Why?" He grunted.

"Because-" Derek suddenly stopped and turned to face the door. I couldn't comprehend what happened next because all I knew was that Derek grabbed my wrist and my back was pressed against the wall. Wow he was fast.

And…there was a shirtless Derek pressed up against my chest. My heart was going as fast as a drag racer! I knew he could sense that! I knew that he knew he could make me feel like this!

He looked down at me and I mouthed, while sneering and shaking my head, 'Ass-hole'.

Derek smirked at me! SMIRKED! AT ME! OMG! Our relationship was going somewhere! FAN-GIRLING!

However, my fan-girling was cut off when I heard the door bang open and some dude say, "No one home?"

ROBBERS! MUST HIDE DEREK!

"Oh, he's here." I heard a creepy female voice say, "He's just not feeling particularly hospitable."

"Maybe he's out burying a bone in the backyard." Another dude said. I rolled my eyes and mouthed to myself, 'what the hell?' That was lame on so many levels.

"Really?" The creepy, cocky chick asked rhetorically. "A dog joke? We go in there and that's the best you got? If you wanna provoke him say something like; 'too bad your sister bit it before she had her first litter'."

Bitch say what?

I immediately looked over to Derek who was shaking and looking the other way. Not a good sign!

I grabbed his shoulders – bare shoulders - and whispered as calmly as I could, "Stop it! They're provoking you. Don't fall for it, Green Eyes."

He looked down at me and calmed down a few notches.

OMG! I could make him calm!

Then creep lady started up again, "Too bad she howled like a bitch when we cut her in half!"

I heard a growl and I whisper/yelled, "No! Derek!" Too late. He was out of my grip.

"Annnnnnnnnd," I drawled, "he's gone." I sighed as I heard a bunch of thumps, growls, and crashes knowing Derek was doing his thang.

However, when I heard his growls coming to a cease…that worried me! I immediately tip toed out of my hiding spot to see a guy unconscious on the floor near the stairs. I decided to stay there and what I saw…not pretty.

Derek on the floor writhing in pain with that cocky bitch saying, "Wow, this one grew up in all the right places. I don't know whether to kill it or lick it."

"I will run you over with a bus." I whispered menacingly. Jealously got the best of me…

She wouldn't hear it.

"Who's there?!" Creepy chick yelled.

WHAT THE HELL!?

Oh God, people really don't know what a whisper is, do they? Or maybe I don't know what a whisper is…no it's totally them.

I stayed silent and ducked myself behind the stairs and she muttered, "Creepy house, creepy noises don't know how you live here."

I then heard an electric noise and I winced at the sound of that, then Derek growling in pain. NO! BOO-BOO BEAR!

Plan! Must think of a plan! GOT ONE! I slowly tip toed my way out of the house, through the back door. I got back in, closing the door noiselessly, so happy that it wasn't one of those creepy horror movie doors that always squeaks. I, however, didn't take my hand off the door knob and waited for the opportune moment to make my dramatic acting skills work!

I heard bitch say, "Found bite marks on your sister's body, Derek. What do you think did that? A mountain lion?" Not the brightest in the bunch, huh? "Why aren't we helping each other out? Might as well admit at what you've been guessing all along, which is; the Alpha killed your sister. And all you have to do is tell us who he is and we'll take care of it for you. Problem solved, everyone goes home happy."

Wow. Real saint, ain't ya?

It was quiet for a few seconds, and then I heard her say, "Unless you don't know who he is either." She chuckled, "Well guess you just became totally useless."

Now would be a good time!

I immediately slammed the door and pulled out my phone, "I can't believe you lost your jacket in here! Why in here!? And why make me get it!?" I was talking to myself. Sweet.

I saw Derek run out the door, I sighed in relief. Okay, cue dramatic teen time!

"Oh my God, I gotta' call you back!" I 'hung' up.

I heard someone scream, "Who's there!?"

I gaped at the body on the floor. I loved my acting skills.

"I-I could a-ask you the same question."

The woman in front of me had light brown hair with blonde highlights and she looked like she was a million years old!

Oh, and she was pointing a gun at me.

I held my hand in the air in surrender, and said terrified, "I swear, I d-didn't see a gate. I was just here to find my friends' sweater."

"Who are you?" She asked, not lowering the gun. What the hell was wrong with this woman?

"I'll just be going then." I muttered, hands still in the air and the gun woman following my every move.

"What were you doing here?" She asked harshly.

"I told you," I breathed, 'scared'. She was rude and obnoxious. I was not scared of her.

"I-I was l-looking for my friends' sweater. We were walking around the woods last night and we stopped here, decided it'd be cool to 'investigate'." I answered. Huh, my lying skills were working too. Anything for Derek's safety. GO DEREK!

She put the gun down and I sighed relieved, "You a cop?" I asked.

"Something like that. Now go!" She yelled, "And don't let me see you here again!"

"Message received," I muttered, before walking out the front door and smiling. Huh, yeah right! Like she was gonna' shoot me. That skimming bitch.

I started wondering around the woods with my phone in my hands, sending a text to Stiles to get me.

Then I was yanked…AGAIN! Stupid yanking. Of course, none other than Derek Hale.

I growled, "Mr. Grumpy Pants, you gotta' stop doing that! And you're welcome for saving your ass back there."

"Why would you risk yourself like that?" He growled.

"Um, because you were getting hurt." I said. It was the most obvious thing ever! "Believe it or not Derek, I care." He looked semi-shocked and semi-touched. YAY! I TOUCHED HIS HEART! I'm so awesome! "Speaking of you getting hurt, are you okay? Did creepy psychotic bitch hurt you too bad?" I asked.

"No. I'm fine," he said stiffly, then continued walking, making me follow him.

"You knew her, didn't you Green Eyes?"

"Old friend of mine," Derek replied.

"Whoa, if that's how a friend treats you, I wonder how an enemy would treat you." Derek turned to look at me strangely and I just shrugged.

Not my fault he couldn't handle my humor.

"I'm gonna' take a mild guess here and say she's the one that shot you." He glared at me, "I'll take that as a yes." He shook his head at me and continued walking.

"Why did you come here? You could've gotten killed." Derek sneered, coming to an abrupt stop.

"Hey, you were the one who wanted to find out if Lydia saw anything. How else was I supposed to contact you?" I stopped right in front of him.

The fact that I'm standing in front of a shirtless Derek is all over my mind right now.

I continued, "I think she took a video of Godzilla," he raised an eyebrow, "the Alpha. Black fur, red eyes, and big teeth. The usual." I explained.

"Does she remember?" There goes Derek being all serious again.

HOTTIE! YOU NEEDA' TAKE A BREAK!

"No, Stiles and I looked at the video on her phone. She kept thinking it was a mountain lion and I would like to keep it like that." He nodded once. Then my phone started to buzz, it was Stiles saying he was on the road.

"Well, I gotta' go. Adderall freak awaits me." I saluted him and started walking back to the road.

Then I heard, "Abby,"…was that the first time I heard him say my name? Because it made my heart jump right outta' my chest!

I turned around, "Thank you," it didn't sound sincere but I was gonna' take it. I winked at him and Derek just rolled his eyes at me, walking the other way.

We were totally getting somewhere.

"Sorry I'm late guys," I muttered, before walking into the Chemistry room and setting down my skateboard. I sat down next to mom and she asked harshly, "Where's Scott?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen him all day." I answered.

"Let me try calling him one more time." I nodded and she made a call to Scott. I looked over to Mr. Harris, "Got any nice things to say?"

"We'll see," he answered, with a sly smirk. Totally. Out. To. Get. Me.

I really don't like you dude.

"Oh come, give me a break! Hello, I got a disorder here!" Right, all the teachers know about me and my disability, but they keep my secret.

"Where the hell are you? Get to the school, right now." I heard mom say harshly into the phone. Then she turned to Mr. Harris, who asked, "How about we get started?"

"Sure,"

"We'll start with Scott." Oh thank God! "Lately, Scott's mind has been somewhere else as with his body." What? "Personally, I think it has something to do with his home situation." WHAT!?

"Oh, personally I don;t know what you mean by 'home situation'." GO MOMMY!

"Specifically lack of authority figure," I will cut you, Mr. Harris. My bro's a werewolf!

"Yeah, I'm the authority figure so…" mom drawled.

"Sorry, allow me to clarify. I mean, lack of a male authority figure."

I scoffed, as mom said, "We're much better off without him in our family picture." Old daddy-o left us, why would we ever need him?

"Well, does Scott feel the same way?"

"Trust me, he does." I answered dick heads question.

"But he's going through some difficult changes. He just needs a guiding hand through this crucial stage of development." Well, that would either be Allison or Derek, take your pick.

"We'll tell him that." Mom answered.

"Alright, time for Abigail." Abby. My name's Abby, dick. He continued, "Abby, you're a hard worker. Even with your dyslexia but you need to understand that you're barely passing as it is-"

"I understand that." Yeah, I was defending myself!

"Then why don't you work and try harder?"

"Because I'm stupid." Been called that all my life, why stop now?

"Abby," Mom scolded.

"Just telling it like it is," I whispered to myself, not making direct eye contact. "Mr. Harris, you need to understand that learning all this, is complicated for me! The chemical names are large and hard, and there are so many chemicals that it gets hard for me to keep count of them. I'm sorry if I'm not accomplishing your goal but I don't give up and that should be enough for you." I concluded.

Like my speech? I did. Because I was done taking crap from Mr. Dickhead!

"We'll get going, Mr. Harris. Abby, let's go." I nodded and got up from the chair, grabbing my skateboard with me.

I started riding it as mom made another phone call to Scott, however I saw them in Allison's car. I rode over to them, and said with a sly smile, "You guys are busted."

They both glared at me and then I heard, "Where the hell have you been, Scott McCall?" Ooo angry mama alert!

"Nowhere mom," that's the best you can come up with, Scotty?

"Nowhere meaning not at school."

"Kinda'," Scott answered sheepishly.

Allison spoke up, "It's not his fault. It was my birthday and we were j-" HOLY JEES! DICK ARGENT! "Allison! In the car…" Ooooo.

Then we all hear several screams and we see people running around, pushing people in all directions. Scott started walking away to find it and I slowly started skating my way around the parking lot, moving people at the same time. Okay, that was a waste of time! I was lucky I didn't fall off my skateboard and crack my head.

I suddenly hear a growl behind me, I turn around and nothing. Okay then? I take the skateboard away from my feet and started carrying it. I start walking around, slowly and heard another growl. I turn around and nothing! WHAT THE HELL! Godzilla stop messing with me!

I then heard my name being screamed, I turn to see my mom motioning me to get over there. I shrugged and started walking my way over there, until I heard another growl behind me. This time I see it…because it's looking directly at me, snarling and gnawing it's teeth. OH GOD! I'm shocked! AND FROZEN! It's an actual mountain lion! WHAT!? I heard my name being called again and see Papa Stilinski on the ground, I turn to see the thing still glaring at me!

Suddenly, I heard gunshots and the mountain lion falls to the ground, panting heavily. I see Dick Argent with the gun and we all gather around to see the dead animal.

Well, this was a certainly strange change of events.

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