Chapter ten:

I walk the trail to get to the Hale house, fully aware that it's night time and I'm probably going to get into trouble with my mom for being out this late. But who cares? As long as I make Derek see what was actually happening when Stiles came in with just his underwear on...I shudder at the thought. Why would Derek storm off like that anyway? Maybe he's jealous...narw, that's so cute! Big, bad wolf is jealous.

The wind rustles around me, and I wrap my arms around myself. Damn, I forgot my jacket. I see the charred roof of the Hale house in the distance, and walk towards it hopefully, hoping Derek would be there, with his arms open, warming me up. I hope. The Hale house looks the same as it did the last time I was there: ash covered wood, the door all rotted.

"Derek? Derek!" I yell, hoping he is in.

When he doesn't appear or whatever he does, I walk through the door, meeting wooden steps, and look around for any sign of the hottie. I have to tell him what he saw at mine wasn't what it looked like. He thinks I'm sleeping with Stiles? Stiles? Come on, at least be realistic. That's about as realistic as me sleeping with Jackson. I shudder again at the thought. Just get off the subject of sleeping and lacrosse players. Next, I'll start thinking about Scott and I in bed...June, stop it!

I hop down on the ash covered couch, looking at my nails, which were in need of painting, and trimming for that matter, bored. Gosh, this time, I'm waiting for the socially awkward werewolf. Maybe that's where he is. On a date. I stop myself there before I go on. I would probably cry if that happened. But why would he kiss me and then go out on a date with some worthless human? Ouch, okay, that was harsh. I just insulted myself.

I must have fallen asleep, because my eyes shoot open to the sound of the door opening and closing. I get up, as quietly as possible, I peep around the corner to see Scott and Derek, both talking. I can't really understand them, because I'm still half asleep, but I notice when Derek breaks Scott's hand. I gasp quietly, making them both turn around to look in my direction. I am flat against the wall, covering my mouth from breathing. They can't find out I'm here...they can't find out I'm here...they can't find out I'm here...

"Hey, June." I jump when I see Derek leaning against the wall by me, his elbow on the wall and his hand on the back of his head.

"Oh, hey! I never knew you lived here!" I say, smiling innocently.

He rolls his eyes. "What are you doing here, June?"

"Why do you think I'm here for something?"

He sighs. "Oh, I don't know." Derek Hale uses sarcasm? Obviously.

"Fine," I snap at him. "I'm here for something. You happy?"

"Just get on with it."

I nod, turning to face him. "About what happened on Friday...when you knocked on the door and saw Stiles in his underwear..." His face turns hard, his jaw clenched. "Nothing happened. You have to know that my relationships with Scott and Stiles are like brother and sister. Seriously. Nothing happened."

"Then why were you in just a t-shirt?" his voice suits his posture. Hard, cold.

"It was your t-shirt. I like it. It remind me of you."

Did I really just say that?

Yes, you did. You idiot, that annoying voice in my head sneers at me, chuckling.

Could you please go and annoying somebody else?

She pokes her tongue out at me rudely.

"So nothing happened?"

I nod. "Isn't that what I just insisted?"

I have big, manly arms around me, lifting me up. I wrap my arms around his neck, cuddling into his embrace. I lose all my train of thought, even my own name, when Derek's hand goes underneath my t-shirt, his warm hand resting on the curve of my body. I pull back.

"I'm pleased," He says, with one of those adorable half smiles that boys tend to do. It makes my heart flop. "You should get home. It's late. Borrow this."

He shrugs out of his signature leather jacket, handing it to me. I place it over my navy long sleeve t-shirt. I nod at him, before stepping around him. He catches my wrist before I can go any further.

"June," He says, "Do you want to go out sometime?"

I look at him in bewilderment. Did he just ask me out on a date? Did the antisocial Derek Hale just ask me out on a date? I think he did. It was his voice saying it.

I nod. "Y-yes?"

"Don't sound so surprised, June." He lets go of my wrist. "I am a gentleman."

I smirk. "Then I would love too."

I jump out of bed with a spring in my step, walking towards the bathroom with a stupid smile on my face. I jump into the shower, washing my hair with my strawberry scented shampoo, before climbing out, drying it, and straightening it. I put on my eye-liner, and my mascara, and then go into my room to my wardrobe. I grab my lucky dark blue skinny jeans, a white long sleeve t-shirt, and my dark blue Hollister jacket. I put on my dark blue converse, grab my school bag and walk gracefully down stairs.

My mom, to my surprise, is sat at the kitchen table, holding a coffee mug. She looks at me, smiles and then takes a sip of the hot beverage.

"Good morning, June," She says, putting her coffee down. "What time were you in last night?"

I freeze, nearly chocking on my toast. "Ugh, the same time I'm always in."

"Then why did I hear you walking about at half past twelve last night?" Her voice is now authoritative.

"I was getting a glass of water. Is that a problem?"

"No. But it does when I saw that you were fully dressed. Tell me, June, do you usually go to bed with all your clothes on? Including muddy shoes?"

I gulp down my milk. "Yes. Sometimes, when I can't be bothered to get dressed."

"You're grounded." It shocks me, since I've never been grounded before in my life.

"What? I have never been grounded. Why are you being so tough all of a sudden? Decided to finally be authoritative?"

She looks angry. "Ever since school has started, you've been distant and hanging around with Scott and Stiles more. You've become bad at school. You are sneaking in late at night. What has gotten into you?"

"Maybe I'm growing up."

"Well, grow up the right way, June. Stop. Stop getting drunk with your two friends. Stop sneaking out when you aren't supposed to. Just stop! Be as perfect as your brother was!"

"I'm not him!" I scream. We both sit in silence before I grab my bag angrily and raise to my feet, pushing the chair right back.

"You need lunch money," She says, her voice stopping me from going out the door. I don't look back at her, just freeze.

"I'll borrow some off Stiles." And I leave her to wallow in her.

I start to walk, since it's early and Stiles obviously hasn't come yet, and let the tears fall. It has been a while since I've actually cried, and it felt good too.

"JUNE!" Stiles yells, parking his Jeep next to me on the side walk. "What's wrong? Are you hurt?"

I shake my head. "No. I just got into a fight with my mom."

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Just a little pissed."

Stiles helps me into the Jeep, and then climbs in to the driver seat and takes off towards town.

"Uh, Stiles," I sniff, my nose all red and blotchy from crying. "Where are we going?"

"We're going to town," He says in a duh tone.

"What I meant is, school is the other way," I answer, ignoring his attitude. "So where are we going?"

"I'm taking you to the little cafe in town. Did you even finish your breakfast today?"

I shake my head. "I got to angry with my mom so I walked out."

"Do you have any lunch money?"

I shake my head again.

"Do you wanna ditch?"

My head shot up at this.

"Ah, so would I."

"Ugh, I think I'll just have to power through school. Can we hang out tonight? I want to avoid my mom as much as possible."

Stiles nods. "Sure."

"You're a good friend, Stiles."

"I know. I'm just that awesome."

I slap him. "That was a complement, idiot."

"Thanks, Bug."

I smile. "Thanks, Stiles."

We are sat in chemistry, I'm next to Danny while Stiles is sat behind us, colouring in his chem text book. In the Jeep, after we had a coffee from the cafe, Stiles told me about what happened to Lydia and Jackson in the video store. Poor them. I mean, I know I hate Jackson, but come on, I wouldn't want that for anyone. Stiles informed me that it was the alpha who killed the clerk. What is up with that alpha? Is he just like a killer or something? That's like the third person he has killed since the start of school. The first was Laura Hale, the older sister of Derek, who was cut in half. The second was that bus driver, who we don't have clue why the alpha would murder him. And the last was that video clerk. Why him though? He didn't do anything wrong apart from sell me an x-rated video once when I told him it was a present to my dad...haha, he was such a sucker.

"A quick reminder that parent-teacher conferences are tonight," Mr Harris' voice booms across the class room. "Anyone under a c- is acquired to attend." I send Stiles a quick smile before looking around for my other best friend who is also failing this class. I fail at finding him. "I don't want to name you, because you would be shamed. But has anyone seen Scott McCall?" I notice that he looks at Stiles and me, before looking back towards the front of the class. "Oh, and Mr Stilinski? Might wanna put the highlighter down between paragraphs. This is chemistry. Not a colouring book."

I chuckle, and even Danny makes a quick smile when Stiles tilts his head and spits out the highlighter. He then leans over, noticing Jackson sitting in his seat, looking as pale as ever.

"Hey, Danny," Stiles says, hitting the gay lacrosse player lightly on the back. "Can I ask you a question?"

I laugh when Danny says, "No."

"Well, I'm going to anyway," Stiles says. "Do you know what happened to Jackson and Lydia last night?"

"No," Danny answers, "He wouldn't tell me."

"But you're his best bud," I reply, surprised.

"Okay, Danny? Can I ask another question?" Stiles asks, leaning forward more on his stool.

"The answer's still no," Danny replies, writing something down quickly in his notebook.

"Did Lydia show up in home room today?"

Danny shakes his head. "No."

"Can I ask one final question?"

Danny didn't even answer, knowing Stiles probably is going to ask him anyway.

"Do you find me attractive?"

I laugh full on as Stiles asks this and falls off his stool. Mr Harris glares in our direction as I push Stiles back down to the ground, and laugh harder as Danny pushes him also.

"Does this look like a playground?" He snaps.

I shake my head. "No. But it was just too hard not to push him back down."

"Do you want detention, Miss Kent?"

I shake my head again.

"No? Then I suggest you shut up and get on with the task set."

"Yes, sir." When he looks away, I raise my hand.

He sighs, annoyed. "What now, Miss Kent?"

"What was the task set, Sir?"

He just turns to Danny. "Can you tell her?"

"Yes, sir."

I have a feeling Adrian Harris hates me...with a passion...

Stiles and I walk out of chemistry, laughing slightly still, and walk down the hall. Stiles takes his phone out of his pocket, and dials Scott's number. We go to my locker as he talks to our best friend. I grab my books that I will need, before closing my locker door loudly and walking off towards Math while Stiles went to History. I catch Jackson's arm before he goes in, dragging him out the way of the door.

"We need to talk," I say.

"About...? I'm on a tight schedule so if you don't mind..." He answers.

"This will take two minutes, tops."

He hesitantly nods, before montioning me to hurry up.

"Right!" I exclaim before adjusting the postion of my backpack on my shoulder. "What happened last night?"

Jackson shakes his head. "I'm not talking about that."

"Look, Jackson, I know we hate each others guts, but I'm here for you. You aren't crazy. You aren't alone in this. So talk to me."

Jackson's eyes close, and his face contorts in to pain. "It was horrible. He was just there...all bloody, and dead...it was horrible. And then this thing with these-these red eyes that were just looking at me, like I-I wasn't needed. This thing just ran its claw along the scratches on the back of my neck, before taking off out the window."

I surprise him, and myself, for that matter, by dragging him in to a hug. "I'm sorry. I know it's hard to see people that way."

Jackson looks uncomfortable. "Why are you being nice to me? When I've been horrible to you for like-"

I cut him off, "The whole of my school life?"

He laughs. "Yeah. I guess I'm sorry about that."

We both walk into history, laughing.

"Did THE Jackson Whittmore, captain of the lacrosse and swim team, just apologise?"

"I guess I did. I did to THE June Kent, the one who hangs around with asswipe 1 and asswipe 2."

"I like those nicknames for them. Might have to use them sometime."

He takes a seat at his desk. "I'll see you later, June."

"You too, Jackson. Hope you're okay."

He nods and smiles at me.

Did that really just happen? Did I just have a laughter filled conversation with Jackson? The guy who has picked on me since the beginning of time?

I guess it did, judging by the look on Beth's face sat next to me.

"Did I just see right?" She whispers to me as we sit through history.

I nod. "I think you did. Even I'm not sure if I heard and saw right."

"You just had a conversation with Jackson. Without any hisses or snaps at one another."

"I guess I did."

What is going on with this day?

"Can you come with me to see Lydia?" Stiles asks me as we meet up at the end of school.

"You want me to come see Lydia with you? I have things to do, people to see..." Those people being ridiculously hot werewolves who live in the middle of the woods...

Stiles thinks about it before shaking his head. "Perhaps not. Do you wanna a ride to your house?"

"I'm just gonna walk in the woods."

"You aren't going to Derek's right?"

"No!" I say too quickly.

"You are, aren't you? June, what has Scott told you about him?"

"Nothing."

"Then what did Scott say to Derek? To stay away from you."

I roll my eyes. "Yeah, like the twenty something year old werewolf is going to listen to a sixteen year old pup."

"Pup? Really? I'm telling him that."

"Tell him that. Do I look like I care? Now I have some business I need to take care off..."

I run off towards the entrance of the woods before he can stop me, and take the trail towards the Hale house. I run, or more like jog, towards the house, out of breath but it's such a thrill. I stop when I see a woman and two men standing either side of her holding guns. Hunters? Crap. I shuffle quickly to the left when one of them looks behind, behind a big thick tree.

I scream when a big, beefy hand grabs my arm and yanks me out from behind the tree.

"Look what I found," He says in a sing song voice.

"Do I look like a piece of treasure?" I hiss in his direction as his hold on my arm tightens.

"Oh, sweetie," The woman says, taking hold of my chin. "What are you doing here?"

"Where is here? I just got let out of the hospital..." I say, trying to pry her grip on my chin off.

She laughs a bitter laugh. "Oh, honey. You seriously think I'm going to fall for that?"

"Oh, honey," I mock her, "You look like you let your panties fall too much..." She did look like a prostitute. Her hair is brown and blond, curled, and her green eyes gleam with evilness. She holds some long black poking device in her hand. But her top is too low and too short, and her skinny jeans did nothing.

She punches me hard around the face.

"OW!" I hold my face with my free hand. "What the hell was that for?!"

"Just testing a theory, sweetie." She watches as the cut on my lip doesn't heal. "So you are human, huh? Follow me..."

I didn't really get a choice as she motions for the man to drag me along. I trip slightly, but I'm at least thankful for him not letting me fall over. We all go through the wooden door of the house, and look around. Damn it, I was hoping Derek would come and be my knight in shining leather.

"He's out," One hunter says. Oh, he's clever.

"No, he's here," The woman says, "He's just not feeling very hospitable."

The dude holding me smirks. "Maybe he's out burying a bone in the backyard."

"Do you think you're funny?" I snap at him. "Because, I'm sorry, but you suck at telling jokes..."

The woman bobs her head. "I hate to agree, but you do suck. A dog joke, really?" She walks into the living room of the house. "If you want to draw him out, you say something like..." She trails off, thinking. "Too bad your sister bit it before she had her first litter..." She gleams with excitement. "Too bad she squealed like a bitch, when we cut in half!"

The one holding me is thrown against a wall, me following suit and hitting my head on the wooden wall, hard. I hear the other one scream out in pain, before everything went black...again...

I feel as if I have been thrown into a wall...oh, wait, that actually happened. I awake to see Derek shaking slightly on the floor, and the woman looming over him. She's still here? I groan as I sit up slightly.

"Oh, look who decided to join us," She says, walking over to me and yanking me up.

"Excuse me, I was just knocked out. Could you be a little more caring, please?" I ask. We walk into where she is with Derek, and I try to fight her off, but she grabs me by the throat and throws me against the wall. I groan in pain. "Bitch."

"Kate, leave her out of this," Derek says, glaring at the bitch named 'Kate'.

"Aw, that's sweet. Derek has a crush," Kate says, letting me go. I go to a heap on the floor, staring at Derek as he moves towards me slightly. "You've gotten over me so quickly."

"I'm surprised he even thought of going out with you," I reply, my wit getting in the way of my shutting up and being quiet. "You look like a whore."

She laughs evilly. "Oh, honey, I really hate having to do this, but..." She hits me again hard.

"Bitch!" I snap at her as my face bounces off the floorboards. "I'm human! I'm innocent! Why are you punching me?"

"Because you won't shut up!" Derek snaps.

"Do you think now is the time to be a antisocial dick?" I hiss at him, getting to my feet. I brush myself off, before looking at Kate. "If that's all I'm needed for, I'll just take off."

Kate grips my arm tightly, not letting me go. "Who said you're going anywhere?"

"I did." That earns me a punch in the stomach, making me fall to the floor in pain. "Oh, come on!" I gesture to Derek. "Beat him up! Not me!" When Derek turns his head to glare at me, I am unaffected. I'm just staring at the bitch who thinks its okay to mess with me. "Should I shut up?"

"Yes," Kate answers. "I need to talk to Derek..."

"Talk ahead."

Kate comes forward and kicks his legs. "So, Derek, listen to my heartbeat. Tell me if I'm lying." She stalks towards him, kneeling and whispering the words, "We. Didn't. Kill. Your. Sister." Derek's face tells me that she's not lying. "Listen to that? No blips or up ticks. Just the steady beat of cold, hard truth."

She gets up, glancing at me before focusing on Derek. "We found bit marks on your sister's body, Derek. What do you think did that? A mountain lion?" She laugh without humour. "So, why don't we help each other out? You tell me who it is, and we'll kill him for you, problem solved..." She trails off when Derek doesn't answer. "Unless you don't know either." Derek edges closer to me. "Well, look who just became totally useless."

She whips out a gun, but I'm out the door before any bullets are fired. Derek is topless, and sweaty, and my body is pressed up against his as he carries me out the door and in to the forest. He places me down, and I lean against a tree as he looks lost...

"You've got a lot of explaining to do," I say to him, as he turns his glare to me. Why he's glaring at me for?