My mom had basically dragged me home by the collar of my shirt; furious I had schemed with Scott and Stiles to ruin her date. Being the good sister I am, I took the blame off Scott, saying he hadn't been involved.
"I can't even imagine what the hell was going through your mind to ruin something like this for me!" Mom screamed as we walked into the house. It was quiet, I figured Scott had hauled ass to his room to escape mom's wrath.
"Again, I'm sorry." I sighed.
"Why? Hayley, what have I done to you for you to want to do this?"
"You wouldn't understand." I replied.
"I wouldn't understand?" She cried. "I don't get it! I just don't! Is it because you don't want someone to replace Rafael?" My eyes got wide and I got quiet. Did she really think I was trying to destroy her chances of ever having a whole family again? "Is it because you don't want to let anyone else in? Are you scared?" She asked. I nodded reluctantly. "You're scared?" Her toned lightened. I gave another nod and pursed my lips together.
"I'm going to bed. I'll see you in the morning." I quietly announced and trotted up the stairs and to my room. God, I'm going to hell. I'm a horrible daughter. I was the worst of the worst. Passing Scott's room, I knocked on the door.
"Hell has frozen over, the fights done. You can come out now." I sarcastically laughed, opening the door to find Scott's room completely empty. His lamp was left on and his room was left as it was before we left to find mom.
"Scott?" I whispered, walking in and concluding that he hadn't been here. I walked out of Scott's room and into mine; shooting Scott a quick text asking if everything was okay. If he didn't come home soon, I'd have to cover for him.
Surprisingly, and despite the strange dreams, I slept like a baby. Rolling over in my bed, I groaned at the thought of taking myself out of the comfort of my blanket. Grabbing my phone from my nightstand, I checked to see if Scott had messaged me back. The only message to pop up on my screen was from Stiles, asking if I survived mom's war last night. Kicking off the covers, I padded my way into Scott's room while I rubbed my arms to keep myself warm.
"Morning asshole, I took the blame for you last night." I yawned, walking into Scott's room only to find it empty once more. My stomach wrenched, and a bad feeling came over me. I hadn't seen him in over twelve hours. He knows better than to go without checking in with me, something was wrong. A quiet buzzing noise took me out of my thoughts, and I rushed myself back into my room to grab my vibrating phone.
"Hello?" I answered, aggravated.
"Hayley, did I catch you at a bad time?" Dr. Deaton asked. I quietly sighed in defeat; wishing the voice I was hearing was Scott.
"No, no. What's up Doc?" I nervously laughed.
"I need you to come in today and help me with a shift."
"Sure." God damn it. "When would you like me in?"
"As soon as possible, please." He replied.
"Okay. I'll be in soon." I hung up and groaned a mumbled scream. I called Scott's phone once more only to get no answer, which only frustrated me more.
Being mom didn't go into work till later, I borrowed her car and drove quickly to the clinic. The quicker I got this shift done, the quicker I could go to Derek's house and find out where my brother is. I slammed the car door shut and began walking towards the entrance of the clinic.
"Derek, call me back. Now. I need to talk to you." I ordered into the voicemail and hung up wishing that one of these idiots would answer. These chimes of the clinics' door didn't make me feel any better. I wanted to get out of here immediately.
"Morning, Deaton." I called.
"In here, Hayley." He replied. I walked into the back room and stopped in my tracks, seeing a shirtless Scott standing besides Deaton.
"Oh my God, this is where you've been? I've been worried sick. I thought you were dead in a ditch somewhere." My eyes darted to the bloody bandaging on his abdomen. "Scott, what happen?"
"Hunters. They ambushed us at the Hale house last night." My eyes widened, looking towards Deaton and back to Scott. "He knows." He nodded.
"What? But how?"
"Let's keep it at a simple, 'I just do'."
"I got shot, but I'm okay now. Thanks to Deaton, actually." I looked to the doctor and whispered a gracious thank you.
"Did you actually need me to work today?" I asked. Deaton chuckled and shook his head.
"Go home, kiddo. Make sure he rests up until he heals." Deaton ordered. After a few more thank you's and Scott clothing himself once more, we walked out to the car and got in.
"Can I borrow your phone?" He asked. His voice was hoarse, like he was in pain.
"Where's yours?" I reached into my pocket and handed it to him.
"It's lost in my room somewhere." Scott mumbled. "Why did you call Derek twenty minutes ago?"
"I was trying to see if he had you locked up in a kennel somewhere." I rolled my eyes as I drove towards home.
"Hale, he got captured last night. He let me have a head start run and walked out into the hunters' gunfire."
"Derek?" My voice was but a whisper. "He gave himself right over to the hunters?"
"Yeah. He told me to get down and he sacrificed himself." I cleared my throat.
"That doesn't sound like Derek Hale." I spat a laugh. "Kill himself to save you and Jackson? I don't think so." Was Derek really dead? Would he give himself over to the Argent's that easily?
"He's not dead. They want to know who the alpha is, they're not going to kill him."
"Unless they get the information out of him."
"He wouldn't give up Peter that quickly." Scott disagreed. Of course he wouldn't, unless he was being tortured to the brink of death.
"We need to find him." I said all too quickly.
"Yeah, we need to find him so we can find Peter. He's going to turn Allison." Scott revealed.
Coming out of math class, I was grabbed aside by Scott and Stiles and they began walking me down the hall.
"Hello to you too." I rose a brow at the two boys.
"We're making Jackson take Allison to the dance." Stiles stated.
"Oh God, that's nauseating. Why don't you just take her?" I asked my brother.
"I'm not allowed to go to the dace because of grades." He rolled his eyes. I barked a laugh.
"Finstock finally cracking down?"
"I'm still going."
"And how do you plan on getting in, Peter Parker? With your spidey-powers?" I asked.
"I'll figure it out." Scott moaned. "You're going shopping with Allison later, right?"
"Yeah, what does that have—"
"Find out what she thinks about Jackson taking her and not me."
"Ugh God you're worse than a girl." I rolled my eyes. "You got it bad, brother."
School ended somewhat quick and I soon found myself going up a Macy's escalator with Lydia and Allison to shop for winter formal dresses. Allison had told me previously before we packed ourselves in her Mazda that she was going to make her go with Stiles. Of course, I laughed knowing that Lydia would never agree. But, it was the only way Allison would forgive her for making out with Scott.
"You're going to cancel on whatever dumb, 'roided up jock you said yes to and you're going to go with someone else." Allison ordered.
"Who?" Lydia pouted her lips and tilted her head like a confused puppy.
"Oh, don't worry. He's a great guy." I smiled, putting my hands on her shoulder and turning her in the direction where Stiles was standing. He was by the perfume case, smelling fragrances and idiotically breathing them in and coughing like a smoker.
"Oh, don't frown Lydia! Someone can be falling in love with your smile!" Allison taunted the red head.
Allison, Lydia, and I sifted through the dozens of racks of dresses while Stiles carried all of Lydia's cocktail gowns. My eyes bulged at the price tag, wondering if I was really willing to use three weeks pay on a dress I'd wear for five hours. Lydia tossed me a racy red dress that looked like it would barely cover my ass.
"You're trying all of these? Right now? Is this a 24 hour Macy's?" Stiles wondered.
"You better not put that back, McCall!" Lydia pointed a finger at me. Stiles and her disappeared into the dressing room. I snatched two more colorful dresses in my size before trotting into the dressing room myself. The first dress I tried—a navy strapless bubble dress-made me cringe in the mirror.
"I look like a blueberry." I muttered. The next simple black dress I tried looked too plain, and I knew Lydia would never accept it. I shredded of it immediately. Between dressing rooms I could hear Lydia throwing dresses over the door screaming "ew" and "ugh, no way in hell" to herself. After realizing the racy dress Lydia wanted me to put on wouldn't go over my thighs no matter how hard I sucked in or pulled, I gave up and tossed it aside. Then there was the last one hanging on the hook staring at me in the face. It was white, tight, and lacy yet possibly the most elegant dress I've ever seen. It had sheer long sleeved with embroidered white designs sewn in. It was the pretties and, of course, the most expensive. There was part of me that had an ounce of hope that it wouldn't fit for the sake of my wallet. I pulled the dress up and managed to zip it.
"Ah, damn." I whispered. It was perfect. There were three heavy knocks on my dressing rooms door, causing me to jump.
"Come out and let me see or God help me I'll climb in there." Lydia joked. Reluctantly I unlocked the dressing room door and stepped out.
"Happy?" I asked sarcastically, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Holy crap, you look like a million bucks!" Lydia squealed, twirling in her strapless metallic dress.
"I don't get what all the fuss is over these dre…dresses." Stiles gawked at the sight of me. He let out a breath and mumbled a wow, causing me to look away. Did my best friend really think I looked hot? Ew, he's like my brother. My doe eyes blinked twice, feeling uncomfortable from the intense staring.
"I'm gonna go back and change now." I announced.
"I'll just take that to the cash register." Lydia said.
"Uh, yeah. I'm gonna have to go with the blue dress. I can't afford this one." I uncomfortably stated. Lydia twisted me around and grabbed the tag sticking out of the back of the dress. Somehow the triple digits with a five in the front didn't faze her.
"I'll throw down a couple hundred. There's no way I'm letting my best friend go to our winter formal looking like a blown up blueberry. Especially if she insists on going stag." She shrugged.
"But, Lyd…"
"No buts. Check out, now." She pushed me back into the dressing room without another word. I carefully shred the expensive dress and placed it back on the hanger, dressing myself once more. I could hear Lydia groan and unwillingly ask Stiles to help undo her zipper. I came out of my dressing room and watched Stiles stumble into hers and struggled to undo the zipper. I looked away, silently laughing. I came out of the changing area and my eyes darted around to search for Allison, who was nowhere in sight. Instead, a man in a black trench coat was over by the dresses. He turned around, flashing a sadistic smile at me. The dress dropped from my hands and on the floor with 'clink' as the hanger hit the carpet. My breath was caught in my throat as Peter Hale looked at me. He winked before disappearing down the department store. I frantically looked around. Allison was no where to be seen. I whipped out my phone, dialing her number, and pressed the phone to my ear.
"Hey, sorry. I had to go move my car! I'll be right back up." She answered. A sigh of relieve escaped my lungs.
"Okay. I'll, I'll be up here." I hung up, swallowing the large lump that had formed in my throat. There really was no escaping Peter Hale. We needed to find Derek—the sooner the better.
A/N: PLEASE READ. Honestly, ive lost a lot of inspiration. No one updates their TW fan fics anymore and I feel like no one reads mine nor reviews. I'm gonna keep writing, I have a lot of potential to take this story and The Chosen places. I just really wish more people would review. The formal episode is my favorite and I really want to upload it. I just want reviews. Sigh.
