A/N: I need to pre-write these chapters faster. xD I just barely finished Chapter 14 today, and when I started this series, I had five chapters already pre-written ahead of time. LOL. You guys are just so good! Though, I might not update this story next week, though, because I plan on updating Black Falcon: The Next Chapter, but, who knows? Maybe I'll update both! ^^

It really depends on how the reception of this story goes, because, really, when it comes down to it, Black Falcon is my first baby. It'll always take priority over this story, even though I do love Sindy and Penny (from the Penny Jackson series), but Verena just has that special place in my heart, because essentially, that story was what cause me to "break out" and to have so many readers. ^^ I'm sure as fellow writers, you understand, yeah?

MONDAY
FEBRUARY 7, 2011

"They brought in the state detectives," Stiles told me in a hushed tone, grabbing my arm a bit too roughly.

"Ouch," I protested, taking my arm away from him. "Okay… and… did you warn Dad to be careful?"

"Yeah," Stiles nodded, walking into class with me. "Hopefully he will." Stiles took a seat next to me, like usual, just before Scott walked into the class.

Scott went to talk to Allison, but was stopped by Harris, who told him to take a seat. Scott, with a dejected look, took a seat in front of Stiles.

"You have forty-five minutes to complete the test," Mr. Harris told us. "Twenty-five percent of your grade can be earned right now simply by writing your name on the cover of the blue book." Stiles, hearing that, furiously jotted down his name, causing me to hold in a snort of laughter. "However, as it so happens every year, one of you will inexplicably fail to put your name on the cover, and I'll be left yet again questioning my decision to ever become a teacher. So, let's get the disappointment over with. Begin."

I flipped open my booklet, and began to read the questions, answering them with accuracy. With the past couple of days of not being in school, I actually got some studying done. Derek still hadn't visited me, but I assumed that it was just before he was still healing.

I heard a violent push, and looked up from my test, just to see Scott storm out of the class. I exchanged a look with Stiles and we nodded, before standing up.

"Mr. Stilinski!" Mr. Harris called after Stiles, who had ran out first.

"Sorry, Mr. Harris," I apologized. "We really need to see what's wrong. I swear, we'll make up the test!" I ran out the door after that, and saw Stiles on the phone, holding Scott's backpack.

"Scott?" Stiles called.

"Scotty?" I helped my brother.

I heard a familiar ringtone, and followed it, straight into the locker room, where I heard a shower running. We cautiously walked closer to the showers, hoping we weren't going to get killed.

When we saw Scott leaning against the wall, taking heavy breaths while shirtless, we let out similar sighs of relief.

"Stiles… Sindy…" Scott acknowledged, turning around. "I can't…" he choked out.

"Whoa, what's happening?!" Stiles demanded, eyes wide. "Are you changing?"

"No," Scott breathed out. "No, I can't breathe." He made a gasping sound, and I realized what was going on.

"His backpack," I urged, and Stiles scrambled around, digging furiously through the backpack.

Stiles pulled out Scott's inhaler, which I was glad he still carried around. "Here, use this," Stiles told him, holding out the device.

Scott looked at us in disbelief. "Use it, Scott!" I said.

The young werewolf took the inhaler, and breathed in. Slowly, I saw his breathing go back to normal, making his eyes widen in disbelief yet again. "I was having an asthma attack?" he asked.

"No," Stiles shook his head. "You were having a panic attack. But thinking you were having an asthma attack actually stopped the panic attack. Irony~"

"How did you know to do that?" Scott looked between us.

"I work at a hospital, remember?" I inquired.

"And… well, Sindy and I used to get them after our mom died…" Stiles admitted. "Not fun, huh?"

Scott scrambled through his brain for the right words. "I- I looked at her and it was like someone hit me in the ribs with a hammer…" he described.

"Yeah, it's called heartbreak," Stiles informed. "About two billion songs written about it."

"I can't stop thinking about her," Scott groaned.

"Well, you could think about this: Her dad's a werewolf hunter, and you're a werewolf, so it was bound to be an issue…" Stiles chuckled.

Realizing it wasn't actually helping Scott, I nudged my brother's ribs. "… That wasn't helpful," Stiles admitted. "Dude, I mean, yeah, you got dumped. It's supposed to suck."

"No," Scott shook his head. "That's not it. It was like I could feel everything in the room… everyone else's emotions…"

"It's got to be the full moon," Stiles concluded. "We'll lock you up in your room later just like we planned. That way, the Alpha – your boss – can't get to you, either."

"I think we need to do a lot more than lock me in my room," Scott admitted.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Why? Because the hunters might get you if you get out?"

"No," Scott shook his head. "Because if I get out… I think I might kill someone."

The rest of the school day passed by uneventfully. After school, the three of us returned to finish our tests. Then, the two boys headed to practice while I waited outside the door.

"Sindy," Finstock said, poking his head out of the room. "It's safe now. I'm gonna announce the new first liners."

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, but knew better than to actually ask what was up with that. Finstock and I walked in to the locker room, and he blew the whistle to gather everyone.

"Hey, cutie," Danny greeted me with a wink. He placed an arm around my shoulders and asked, "What'd you think of Harris's test?"

"Ugh," I groaned, rubbing the side of my head. "It was difficult, but I think I passed with at least a B." Danny gave me a sympathetic nod before Finstock started talking.

"Alright, geniuses, listen up. Due to the recent pink eye epidemic – thank you, Greenberg – the following people have made first line on a probationary basis. Emphasis on the word probationary," Finstock announced, looking down at his piece of paper. "Rodriguez! Taylor! And uh… oh for the love of crap. I can't even read my own writing. What is that, an S?"

My eyes fell on my brother, who was practically falling out of his seat in anticipation. I stifled my laughter.

"That's a… no, that's a B. It's definitely a B. Uh, Rodriguez, Taylor, and, uh… Bilinski."

My brother quickly jumped onto his feel, hooting in laughter. Danny, beside me, sighed in annoyance, while Jackson shook his head in disapproval.

I giggled softly and walked around to join the two boys, while I heard Finstock scold my brother, "Bilinski!"

"Yes?"

"Shut up!"

"Yes, sir."

I joined the two just as Stiles sat down. "Congratulations!" I grinned, hugging Stiles from behind.

"Stiles," Scott said.

"It's Biles," Stiles corrected. "Call me Biles, or I swear to God I'll kill you."

"Another thing," Finstock said. "From here on out, immediately, we're switching to co-captains. Congratulations, McCall." I looked at my best friend in disbelief, and the rest of the team, who were chuckling at Stiles's antics, silenced immediately.

"What?" Jackson hissed venomously.

"What do you mean, what?" Finstock inquired. "Jackson, this takes nothing away from you. This is about combining separate strengths into one unit. This is about taking your unit, McCall's unit… We're making one big… unit." Great job explaining, Coach. "McCall, it's you and Jackson now. Everybody else, asses on the field! Asses. On The. Field!"

Everyone scattered, and I went to hug Scott from behind. "Congrats, Scott!" I said, but I felt that he wasn't as hyped as I thought he'd be.

"Dude, can you believe this?" Stiles asked us. "You're a captain, I'm first line. I'm first freaking line! Are you freaking out? I'm freaking out."

"What's the point?" Scott spat bitterly. "It's just a stupid title. And I could practically smell the jealousy in there."

"Wait," Stiles stopped Scott from walking. "You smell jealousy?"

"Yeah," Scott admitted. "It's like the full moon's turned everything up to ten."

"Can you pick on stuff like… I don't know… desire?" Stiles inquired. I rolled my eyes and smacked his chest. "Ow! What? I'm a teenage guy!"

"What do you mean desire?" Scott was confused.

"Like… sexual desire?"

"Sexual desire?" Scott gave an "Are you stupid" face to Stiles.

"Yeah, sexual desire," Stiles nodded like a kid in a candy store. "Lust, passion, arousal." Annnnnnnnd this is where I take my leave.

"I'm gonna go out onto the field," I mumbled. "This is getting way too weird for me."

I walked down the hallway, adjusting my bag slightly. Scott could smell emotions during the full moon? Werewolf senses were just enhanced, so that meant that a well-controlled werewolf could smell emotions all the time…

I paused in my step, almost getting run over by a player leaving the school.

Oh.

My.

God.

I let out a groan, whirling around so I could slam myself into a wall from my sheer stupidity. Derek was a well-controlled werewolf.

He could smell my desire for him. Oh God. I'll never be able to face him again. And since tonight was a full moon? Oh my God. He'd most likely be able to feel everything.

Damn teenaged hormones.

Damn sexy werewolves.

Actually, just damn Derek.

"Stupid Derek," I mumbled. "Why do you have to be so goddamn sexy?"

My phone buzzed in my bag and I pulled it out. My face flushed when I realized it was a text from none other than Derek.

Derek Hale: I don't know. I was just born this way.

My eyes widened when I realized that Derek was nearby. Which meant… which meant… "Oh my God…" I choked out. "He heard everything."

My phone buzzed again: Yes. Yes, I did.

"No, no, no, no, no," I groaned, mortified. My phone buzzed yet again, and I was almost scared to open it.

Derek Hale: I'm not playing this game. Just walk to the right, into the woods.

I stood up straight and pocketed my phone. I glanced around to make sure nobody was watching me, and walked into the woods, like Derek told me to.

I stepped over the dead leaves, making soft, crunching noises as I walked, and my mind told me to turn to the right. I looked up, just like my instincts told me to. I almost fell back in shock when Derek appeared right there in front of me, and would've lost my footing if it weren't for him reaching out and grabbing my wrist.

"Uh… hi…" I greeted, once I was steady. He gave me a curt nod. "You've been out of commission for a while."

"Wounds inflicted by Alphas take longer to heal," Derek informed.

"Oh… okay…" I said, not sure what else to say.

"How's Scott?" Derek inquired, leaning against a tree.

I frowned. "Not well," I admitted. "He's… well, he had a panic attack earlier, but Stiles and I managed to calm him down. He's not taking his break up with Allison very well." Up until I mentioned Scott's break up, he looked impassive, but when I mentioned Allison, he adopted this bored, annoyed look on his face like he could care less.

"He's uh… he's definitely a bit touchy today," I continued on, not really knowing what else to say. "Jackson's fine. He's just jealous that Scott was promoted to co-captain, and now there's this whole-"

I was cut off by suddenly being shoved against a tree trunk, hard enough to catch me off guard, but weak enough to not hurt me. Derek slammed his lips over mine, capturing and swallowing my gasp.

A low growl escaped from Derek's chest, sending a shiver down my spine and a warmth through me. My legs wrapped around Derek's hips, locking my ankles together, and I pulled him close to me.

I let out a gasp when his hard body pulled flush against mine, leaving no gap between the two of us. His head angled down, his lips tracing my jaw. Since he had just shaved, I felt his smooth skin brush against mine, and I moved my hands to bury them in his hair.

He growled lowly, the vibration spreading down my neck and spine when I tugged on his hair tightly. One of his hands trailed up my back and then tangled itself into my hair. He pulled gently, causing my head to fall back, hitting the bark, exposing my neck.

Derek trailed kisses down my jaw, and onto the side of my neck. He licked at my racing pulse before nibbling down on it, causing a low, breathless moan to escape from me. A heat filled me like it never did before.

Derek pressed his lower half against me, and I felt something hard pressing into the direct center of me. Oh God, is that what it felt like?

He suddenly pulled away, moving his head to bury his nose in my hair. He inhaled sharply, and I felt his hands run up and down my sides before lifting my shirt ever the slightest. His cool, calloused thumbs touched my warm skin and I shuddered.

"D- Derek…" I stuttered out. He simply made a small shushing noise before moving back to kiss me. He kissed me with so much passion that I felt my toes curl in my shoes tightly.

Since I wasn't afraid of falling, I moved my arms from around Derek. Feeling me move, he shifted slightly so he was able to support my weight, which caused me to be pushed further into the tree. I grabbed his dark Henley and fisted it, pulling him down so I could kiss him better.

A low growl rumbled through Derek's chest, before he pushed forward. It was so painful I knew that my lips would be swollen and bruised, but I couldn't care less. I pushed back as hard as I could, and he growled again, gripping my thighs tightly.

He suddenly pulled away, and I saw his eyes were an electric blue before he blinked and they were once again a light green. He looked down at me, his eyes intense, yet impassive at the same time.

I loosened my grip around him, and he released me, letting me get back onto my feet.

"You should go," Derek said, looking down at me. He leaned down, capturing my lips with his for a short second, but it was a second I relished in. "I'll be over after practice."

"Okay," I replied, my eyes falling on his lips.

Derek slipped his hands into his jacket pocket, waiting for me to leave. When I didn't, he silently arched a brow at me. "What?"

I suddenly felt embarrassed, and felt the blood rush up to my face. I shuffled my feet nervously before looking up at him through my lashes. "Can I… kiss you?"

The corner of Derek's lips twitched for the briefest fraction of a second before he leaned down, eyes holding mine. "You never have to ask," he breathed out before pinning me to the wall, kissing me roughly.

My arms shot out to wrap around his neck and I pulled him down flush against me. All too soon, he pulled away. I took in deep, heavy breaths, my chest moving up and down to settle.

"I'll uh…" I started, "go, now… I'll… see you later?"

Derek nodded curtly and I walked away, stumbling, as my legs were number than I thought. I heard a dark chuckle echo through the woods, and I flushed, quickly walking away, smoothing out my hair.

I entered the lacrosse field, walking over to the bench, where multiple players were already gathering. I slid into the empty seat next to Danny, who was fastening on his gloves.

"Where'd you disappear off to?" Danny grinned, looking at me. His eyes skimmed me before he smirked, bumping me. "You bitch."

I flushed, deciding to play stupid. "What?"

"You totally just made out with someone," Danny deadpanned. "Didn't even know you had it in you. Is he hot?"

"Incredibly," I found myself saying, before slapping my hands over my mouth. Danny laughed loudly and a few players turned their attention towards us. "Shut up, Danny!" I hissed.

"Might wanna fix that sex hair you've got going on," Danny pointed out. "You're lucky I know that you wouldn't have sex in the woods… Unless… you did…" When I didn't reply fast enough he smirked.

"No!" I refuted, shaking my head. "We were just making out, I swear!"

"You? Making out with someone? Who would've thought," I heard a familiar scoff. I mentally groaned, grabbing my head. Fucking Danny…

"Bugger off, Jackson," I told the co-captain.

Jackson arched a perfect eyebrow at me. "Really, Sindy? 'Bugger'? Since when did you go all British?"

"Since you decided to show up," I replied. I spotted Stiles taking a seat a few feet away and stood up, brushing the dirt off my clothes. "Well, I'll be taking my leave now. Danny, Jackson." I nodded before skipping over to my brother, who looked half-dazed.

"Scott's the best friend ever…" Stiles sighed out dreamily.

I quirked an eyebrow. "What'd he agree to do for you this time?"

"What makes you say that he's doing me a favor?" Stiles inquired. "He could just be awesome." I gave him a look. "I asked him to ask Lydia if she liked me. Scott said he would."

"I thought so," I replied, leaning back, crossing my ankles.

"Hey, Sindy," Stiles called.

"Hm?" I turned my head to look at my brother.

"You've got a couple leaves in your hair," he pointed out.

My eyes widened and I ran my fingers through my hair, feeling them catch in the tangles and small leaves. "Stiles!" I complained. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?!"

"Hey! Don't blame me!" Stiles sputtered. "You're the one that went off and made out with D-" he abruptly stopped, remembering what had happened a few nights ago. "You-know-who," he whispered.

I rolled my eyes. "We aren't in Harry Potter."

"Hey, we've got the werewolves," Stiles pointed out, shrugging. "What's a couple witches and wizards?" He suddenly perked up, and I angled my head, to see Scott stalking over to us.

Stiles all but shoved me to the side in order for Scott to sit next to me. Ooh, I'll be getting him back for that later. "What happened?!" Stiles asked eagerly.

"What?" Scott inquired nonchalantly, fixing his gloves.

"What do you mean what? Did you ask her?" Stiles demanded. "Did she say anything? Did she say she liked me? Did she imply she liked me?"

"Yeah," Scott said in a strange tone. "Yeah, she likes you. In fact, she's totally into you…"

I furrowed my brows, unable to get a grasp on Scott's tone. I was about to ask if something was wrong with him, when Finstock blew his whistle, summoning all his players to the field.

I leaned back on the bench, watching the players line up, just as Lydia came strolling out. She gave me a small smile, before watching the boys practice.

For some odd reason, I couldn't look away from Lydia, and I noticed something was weird… Her hair was fluffier than usual, and… was her lipstick smeared?

Lydia met my gaze and arched a brow at me, asking a silent, "What?" to me. I shook my head before turning back to the field just in time to see Scott charge forward before getting knocked down by two players.

I winced, watching him closely.

I felt my phone buzz and reached into my pocket, pulling the device out.

Derek Hale: Keep an eye on Scott. Tell me if anything strange happens.

I glanced back up at the field, seeing Scott flip back up onto his feet.

Sindy Stilinski: Well, he doesn't look like a happy camper, that's for sure.

Derek Hale: Be serious. The second he gets out of control, call me.

"Danny!" I heard someone call. My head shot up from my phone and I rushed towards the field, where everyone was gathering to the fallen player.

I slid to my knees, stopping in front of Danny's body. "Move," I said, pushing Greenburg away. "Danny," I said, taking off his helmet. "Can you hear me?"

"Y-yeah," he choked out.

I held up three fingers. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

"Th-three," Danny groaned.

"Follow my finger," I ordered, holding up my index finger. I moved it from side to side slowly, and watched as Danny's eyes followed me. "No concussion… just a really bad nosebleed. Sit down and put your head forward."

A couple of the players helped Danny up, and I vaguely heard Lydia rush over to us. "Is he okay?" Lydia inquired.

"Yeah," Jackson nodded in agreement after I confirmed it. "Looks like he just has a blo-" I glanced up, wondering why Jackson stopped. Lydia was curious, too, and asked her boyfriend what was wrong. "Your lipstick," Jackson supplied.

I thought something was weird… so her lipstick really was smeared. But… if Jackson didn't know why…

I turned to look at my brother, who was now staring at his best friend in disbelief.

Man, Scott was really becoming more of a bitch than I was once a month.

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