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SAMANTHA STILINSKI

After school, I walked to Stiles' Jeep, as usual.

He was already waiting inside, so I opened the door, and sat in the passenger seat.

"Hey, could you drop me off at Lydia's?" I asked, buckling myself in.

"Actually, yeah. That's perfect because-"

He was interrupted by Rae rapping her knuckles on his window.

He rolled the window down, "Hey, Rae."

She rested her arms on the window frame. "Hey Stiles, Sam," she nodded at me in greeting, then turned back to Stiles. "I heard about what happened to Lydia. And… I want to make sure she's okay."

I gave her a funny look, "Do you now?"

She held eye contact with me for a few seconds, before giving up, "Okay, fine. I want to know if she saw anything; if she saw the alpha."

"Actually, that's what I was gonna say before you came." Stiles turned to look at me, "You don't mind, do you?"

"I mean, I guess not," I answered.

"Great."

Stiles got out and let Rae in the backseat. Then we headed for Lydia's.

RAEGAN MCCALL

Sam knocked on the door, and Lydia's mom answered.

"Hi there, Samantha, Stiles. Who's your friend?" Mrs. Martin smiled at me.

"Hi, Mrs. Martin! Um, this is my fr- I mean Raegan!" Sammy smiled.

She's so rude!

"We're here to check up on Lydia. Is that okay?"

"Yeah! Come in," Mrs. Martin walked into the house, and we followed.

"She's in her room," she explained as she led us upstairs, to Lydia's room.

She opened the door and told Lydia, "Honey, there's a Stiles, Samantha, and Raegan here to see you."

She opened the door further, and I saw Lydia laying on her bed, inspecting her nails.

"What the hell is "a stiles"?" she slurred.

Sammy and I snickered at Stiles' expression.

"She took a little something to ease her nerves. You can go in," Mrs. Martin said, then left.

"Thanks," Stiles replied.

"What are you guys doing here?" Lydia said from the bed, turning around.

"We came to see how you were doing," Sammy said.

She looked at her, "You, I get," then she looked at me and Stiles, "But you two, why?" She patted the spot in front of her, motioning Stiles to sit.

"Because we was worried about you. How you feeling?" Stiles answered, sitting.

Then Lydia got really close to Stiles, "I feel fantastic."

"Oh," Stiles said looking at her medicine, he picked it up and examined it, "What? I bet you can't say "I saw Suzy sitting in a shoeshine shop" ten times fast."

"I saw Shuzy," Lydia tried, "I shaw-" Stiles put the medicine back and Lydia stared off in space, "I saw..."

I realized what she had started talking about, so I uncrossed my arms and touched her arm, in case she zoned out, "Lydia, what did you see?"

"Something..." she said, still staring off into space.

"Something like... a mountain lion?" Stiles asked.

"A mountain lion," she nodded.

"Are you sure you saw a mountain lion, or are you just saying that because that's what the police told you?"

"A mountain lion," she repeated.

I grabbed the small stuffed giraffe from her nightstand, and asked, "What's this?"

She turned and looked at what I was holding, dreamily, and answered, "A mountain lion."

Stiles and I looked at eachother in agreement; she was too high to answer anything.

"Okay. You're so drunk," he tried getting off the bed, but Lydia laid down her head on his leg. Too close for comfort, if you know what I mean. Stiles made some struggling noises, and Sammy picked up her head and put it on her pillow.

"Well, I'm gonna go. Uh, I'll let you get back to the whole post-traumatic stress thing," he said to Lydia, opening the door.

"Mm, stay," she said.

Stiles did a double take and came back, "Me? Stay? You want me to stay?"

"Yes, please. Stay," she started rubbing his face in a seductive way.

I was about to throw up.

"Jackson," she called him, and fell back. There's the Lydia I know and love.

"And...we're done here," Stiles said, getting up, disappointed.

Then her phone made a noise, indicating a text.

"Want me to get that?" Sammy asked. But Lydia didn't answer.

Stiles picked it up anyway. He tried to figure out how to open the texts but accidentally went to the pictures instead. And saw something weird, by the look on his face. He pressed play on the video, and I sat down beside him, watching it with him and Sammy.

It was of the video store.

Suddenly, a big black wolf with red eyes burst through the window!

The three of us looked at each other in disbelief.

Lydia saw the alpha.

|| Teen Wolf ||

I walked into Derek's house...to find him...exercising? I felt my jaw drop as I watched his muscles moving. I'm so glad I decided to tell him about Lydia in person, instead of just texting him. Without a twitch, he kept going at it, knowing I was there.

"Like what you see?"

"Hell yes!" I wanted to say, but I couldn't find my voice.

He finally looked up at me, but continued doing push ups. "What? Werewolf got your tongue?"

I felt my cheeks go red. What the hell?! I never blush.

He got up, smirked, and started walking towards me. But when we heard voices in front of the house, he suddenly stopped and turned around to the door. He became stiff and his smirk had vanished.

I tried to follow, but he lunged and grabbed me. Then he took me to a corner, behind the stairs. He put a finger to his lips, telling me to be quiet.

I realized how close we were. I was in the corner and he was pushed up against me, like really, really close. Like I think I could feel his...

But the door slamming open distracted me.

"No one here," a guy said.

"Oh, he's here. He's just not feeling particularly hospitable," a woman said.

"Kate?" I whispered to Derek.

He put his fingers to his lips again, but nodded.

Scott had told me about her, she was Allison's aunt. He told me what she looked like and said she was really nice at dinner, but it's probably all a façade.

Then another guy said, "Maybe he's out burying a bone in the backyard."

Seriously? I almost snorted.

And Kate agreed with me, because then she said, "Really? A dog joke? We're going there and that's the best you've got? If you want to provoke him, say something like, "Too bad your sister bit it before she had her first litter". Too bad she howled like a dog when we cut her in half!"

I looked at Derek, he had his werewolf face on. He moved to fight them and I followed, but he pushed me back and growled. I'm pretty sure that was his way of telling me to stay. And I obeyed. Then he ran out. Well, I half obeyed him, I moved to watch the fight.

I peeked from where Derek had ran out, to find one guy on the floor, unconscious, and now he was beating up the second guy. He pushed him, probably knocking him out too.

I couldn't see them anymore, so I moved a little closer. Then I saw Kate. Yup, exactly how Scott had described her. Except, less nice.

Derek went after Kate, but she hit him with a electricity stick thingy, and he fell to the floor with a groan of pain.

I had to help him!

I was about to sneak up on them when she said, "This one grew up in a all the right places. I don't know whether to kill it...or lick it."

That did it.

I attacked her from behind. "How about; beat it, bitch," I use as a witty line. Everyone has witty lines before they kick ass.

I took her by surprise and kicked the electricity stick out of her hands. Then I got a few good kicks and punches in, which resulted in a bloody nose and lots of bad bruises.

But she regained herself and swiped at my legs, knocking me to the ground. Then she pushed the toe of her boot into my throat.

She wiped the blood from her nose and examined me, then looked at Derek. "Ooh, who's this? A girlfriend?"

Derek didn't say anything, he only glared. And damn, was it scary. I hoped he never glared at me like that.

She looked back at me, but still talked to Derek. "You going for younger girls, Derek? This one can't be older then, what? Fifteen?"

Everyone says I look older than my age, so I knew the bitch was being condescending.

"Seventeen. At least I'm not a old hag like you. Derek would never go out with you," I lied. She was actually kind of pretty. If you get past the evil.

I looked at Derek, but he was looking down.

"Ooh, feisty. I like it. And hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but he did go out with me."

She pressed harder into my throat, cutting off my oxygen. I tried squiggling out from under her boot, but it was to no avail.

Wait, what? Derek? Derek Hale? With a hunter? The same Derek that's been telling Scott not to go out with a hunter? What a fucking hypocrite.

I was starting to lose consciousness.

Kate laughed at what she had said earlier, "I sense a lovers spat coming. Anyway, back to business," was the last thing I heard before everything went black.

|| Teen Wolf ||

"Raegan?"

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes were trees.

I took in my surroundings.

I was in the woods. Why was I in the woods?

Then I realized that I was floating.

No, I wasn't floating. Someone was carrying me, bridal-style.

I looked up into Derek's green eyes.

"Is this a dream?" I croaked, my hand going to my throat. It hurt like hell!

"No. You were unconscious for half an hour," Derek informed me.

"What? What happened?"

"Kate came. You guys fought, which was impressive, by the way. But she got you on the floor and put her foot on your throat. You passed out from lack of air. After that, Kate told me that they weren't the ones that killed my sister. It was the alpha. She tried to find out who he was through me. But when she found out that I had no idea, she tried to kill me. So I took you, and ran out of the house."

I processed it all, then remembered.

"Put me down!" I yelled at him, kicking my legs.

He obliged, confused about my hostility.

I took a step away. "So, please enlighten me with this whole "Kate and you going out" thing," I said, crossing my arms.

"Why? It's over. I don't want to talk about it," he said, sitting on a log.

"Hypocrite," I muttered, knowing damn well he'd hear me.

"Excuse me?"

"I called you a hypocrite! You're always telling Scott to not date Allison, a hunter. Who's not even a real hunter, actually, just comes from a hunter family, while you were out dating a real hunter?! A total bitch for one too!"

"It was a long time ago. Besides, it's none of your business."

"You are such a jerk! I'm so done with you." I'm done chasing after him. I'm done getting rejected time and time again. Besides, there are tons of other guys that would kill to sleep with me.

"Like I care. You can't end something that never started," he muttered, coldly.

I screamed in frustration, and marched away.