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The McCall Twin
Chapter Fourteen – Night School Pt. 2
It took me half a second to realize that a killing Alpha was about to, you know, kill me. So, I did what I really suck hairy penguin butts at, I ran. Mind you, it is super dark in here.
I could hear the Alpha running behind me. He was close, too. I swear I felt his stanky dog breath on the back of my head. Now don't think dirty on me! This is the bitch Alpha; I'd never holler at him. Nope.
I stopped as my legs hit something hard. I touched it with my hand and felt the bleachers. Without thinking, I hopped on it and ran to the top as fast as I could. When I reached the top, I was breathing heavy. This is just too much work for me. I didn't know my brother turning into a werewolf would affect me this much. Shit, I don't work out -sorry, J. Cole- and that's all I seem to do nowadays.
I spun around swiftly and held my phone, searching for that bitch. There was nothing. No silhouette. No breathing. No red eyes. No stanky breath. I sighed in slight relief. This meant he was intimidated by me, yes!
A stench hit my nose. I wrinkled my nose in disgust. All of a sudden, my hair flew in my face. The hell? When did it get windy in here? Oh my gosh! Is it like one of those shows or even Twilight? You know, when they look at the camera dramatically and wind suddenly comes out of nowhere then blows their hair? Sweet!
A snarl stopped my thoughts. I turned my head and my breath hitched.
One guess who is behind me. Yes. That stanky-breathed-red-eyed-murderous pooch. Shit.
"O-Oh, hey boy," I said, trying not to shit my pants. "I think I know why you're so angry."
Another growl. I have a feeling that's how he talks.
"Yeah, it's about your stanky breath, right?"
An even louder growl.
I jumped back slightly. "B-But hey, don't worry, I have mints. They're called stank away. Classy huh?"
Okay, I thought the other growl was loud. This one was ear-shattering, pant-shitting.
I nodded. "Right, I didn't think so either. So lame."
Apparently he was done listening as he started coming closer to me. So, I'm gonna die. Hah! But at least I'll die a cool death. I mean death by werewolf Alpha? Imagine in the afterlife, other people will be like 'hey, how'd you get here?' and I'll be like 'well, this werewolf was craving something sweet and he found me!' Then they will all praise me and make me peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Mwahahaha!
Huh, there's that smell again. Oh right, Alpha here. Totally.
"So," I said, breaking the ice. "You come here often?"
He did his crouch thing again, but this time I knew he was about to lunge. I didn't waste time moving my deadly-attractive-yet-slow legs to get my ass up out of here. And let me tell you – I so deserve a medal. I mean jumping bleachers sounds easy until you, I don't know, miss a step and die. I made it to the floor injury free, surprisingly.
I didn't halt this time though. Hell no, I kept running. I had to get out of this stupid gym. See, all the more reasons to dislike gym. Gym is the devil's spawn. And I have to take it all four years? Kill me now. OH! Hah, did you catch that? See I'm funny even without trying. Woo!
My eyes had finally adjusted to the darkness, so I had an easier time seeing things. You know what this means, huh? It means my pupils be popping. And not in the drug way!
A deep snarl made me scold myself.
Why am I getting so distracted? I guess Stiles spoke the truth when he said I'm easily distracted– Oh my goodness. I forgot to go to the store and get groceries for the house. Mom's going to kill me! Oh wait, she can't. Hah, yes! Maybe I shouldn't be getting so happy considering my alternative.
As if the dumb bitch heard my thoughts, he growled menacingly.
Yeah, I am so throwing my underwear away.
And to think I thought the only time I would be throwing underwear away now would be because of Derek– You know when he wakes up, that silly wolf. What's he thinking? Sleeping right now? Silly, silly Smexy. It must be National Silly Day, or something. First Derek then Stiles. Those sillies. Silly. Silly. Silly.
"Ow, titty-licking whore!" I shrieked as something sharp sliced my arm.
The Alpha had caught up and when I looked towards him, he didn't seem too patient.
Well, I'm not exactly patient either. This so-called Alpha is certainly taking his sweet time to freaking kill me. I don't want to be played with. I mean seriously like I'd ever win against this dick munch-er. If you hadn't noticed, he's like huge and red eyed and scary with sharp, albeit unclean, claws. All I am is a shrimp, brown eyed, and adorable with nails to the nub. Oh, fun fact here! I am a nail biter. There now you know a little more about me before I croak.
Holding my now wet arm, I squinted around the black room in search for some kind of way out of here. I found one. The girls' locker rooms. I'd make my way through there and somehow find Scott and Stiles. Then we'll get Derek and live happily ever after! And the Alpha will get hit by a non-moving car and burst into flames. Okay, I'm being chased by the Alphanator here. You think my mind is stable?
Of course you do. I understand why– I'm Emily, duh.
Going for the direction of the locker rooms, I ran with all my heart. And my heart's huge 'cause I'm just so damn lovable. True story, ask Adrian.
I felt hope surface in the pit of my stomach. This is not the time to be thinking nasty, okay! I could see the doors. Hell, I was like a couple inches away from them. Maybe I won't die. Maybe I'll live a long life with one hundred dogs. Get it? Because I'm surrounded by werewolves. Oh, I am good!
I reached for the handle and felt it touch my fingertips before I was suddenly whacked out of the way. Yeah, you heard right– Whacked. This stupid bitch had the audacity to whack me like I'm some freaking bug. He's lucky he's the scary Alpha, or I'd so kick his ass.
From the whack, I found myself tummy down sliding across the gym floor. Groaning from the hit, I looked around and felt myself grin widely. The Alpha had hit me all the way over to the exit. Hah, see he's not all that; just a bitch.
Ignoring the pain in my side and arm, I pushed myself up and aimed for the door. It wasn't long before I was pushed back into the floor– face first. I know what you're thinking. Oh my, what could've happened now? Will Emily get a break? Can't this Alpha kill this bitch already? Hey, jerks!
I groaned into the floor. Don't think wrong! Clean minds, people. At least until this Alpha tips over and Derek wakes up then by all means.
I went to move again, but found myself freezing. Claws were suddenly touching my arms, legs were straddling my legs from moving, and, worst of all, that stanky breath was right in my ear.
"Y-You know," I started. "I still have those mints, just saying."
A low snarl erupted next to my ear.
I winced and said, "For both of us, pooch."
Wow, I was definitely pushing my luck.
I jumped as best as I could with fat ass on top of me. Yes, you can think wrong– not. He nipped my ear. Didn't catch that? Let me repeat it. He freakin' nipped my freakin' ear! EW! My ear is defiled now!
"Hey asshole, you're supposed to kill me! Not try and get kinky with me!" I said, outraged.
"Oh, you've got spunk."
I tensed at the unfamiliar voice.
"What's the matter? Alpha got your tongue?"
"Screw you, mutt."
I am just asking to die quicker.
He chuckled and a shiver went down my back. In the name of Derek's ass, you cannot think wrong about this. It's just… wrong. Don't be like Nike and do it.
"I think I picked the wrong twin," He said, his breath assaulting my ear.
Well, of course he did. Emily before Scott always. Who cares that he was born before me? It's me all day; every day.
"Curse my awesomeness," I muttered, which caused him to laugh evilly. Not my evil laugh. Mine's too cool for this bitch to mimic.
But seriously, it wasn't a hot laugh from a bad guy you can't help but like. It was a laugh that would send you running miles and miles and miles away from here. The problem is my legs, shall I say more? Oh and the fact the Alphanator decided to promote me to his freakin' recliner. Curse my comfortable, luscious bod.
"I bet you drive Derek crazy," He said then chuckled darkly. I could feel his hot, stanky breath at my ear now. "Oh, I'm sorry. The correct word would be 'drove' considering what occurred earlier." Cheap shot, but I could feel that same pang in my chest. "And about that… sorry, my temper seems to get the best of me."
You would think I would feel upset like earlier, but everything he said just seemed to spark my anger. "Go eat chocolate and die, ass-munch." I sneered.
"My, my," He said with a stupid chuckle. "And I thought my temper was bad. You would've made an interesting werewolf."
He reminds me of someone; someone that likes to hear themselves talk. Like that hunter broad. Yeah, I still don't like her. And the way this guy's getting. Yeah, they are so both off my Emily Appreciated list. It's real exclusive too.
"Choke on a chew toy." That be my wrath.
"You wound me, Emily." I did not like my name coming from his stanky mouth. "But there is something you should know…"
I couldn't help myself. "And that is?"
"I don't take kindly to threats."
With that, I let out a cry as he plunged his claws in the cut he so kindly made earlier. I whimpered as he pulled his claws out. I was in agony.
"Well, this has been a blast, but I got to run. After all, your brother is still about, and not to mention his friends." I felt him get off me, but he kept my head down with his claws at the back of my neck.
What friends? I know Stiles' personality is like fifteen different people, twenty when he's taken Adderall, but to say friends? Plural, really?
He proceeded to do that stupid, scary chuckle. "Oh, that's right, poor dear. You weren't there for that. It seems a special friend of your brother's decided to drop by for a visit with two of her friends. You might know them, but their names seemed to have slipped my mind. What were they again? Something like… Jack? Lyd? Ally?"
Jackson. Lydia. Allison.
Son of a bitch.
"Uh," I groaned, my arm still throbbing. "There is absolutely no chance of you getting on the Emily Appreciated list. Ever."
He said nothing, but the foul stanky breath resurfaced by my ear again. "I'll be around, Emily." He nipped my ear again and he was gone.
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and sighed. Then it hit me what he did to my poor, violated, defiled ear. I got my good arm and continued wiping it profusely. My poor, poor ear.
Who does this pooch think he is? He is not top dog! (Pun-ny, aren't I?) I mean I know my good looks and great personality exceed standards, but damn. These sexy earlobes are meant to only and I mean ONLY be chewed and licked (amongst other things) by Derek, who is still alive. Just letting you all know that in case you doubted him. If you doubted, then I hope you get gum all over the bottom of your shoe. Yeah, that's where it really hurts. You ever stepped on gum? It's a bitch to get off, so that's your fate for doubting. Yeah. Insert satisfied nod.
Pushing myself off the floor, I winced as I looked at my arm. Five holes now decorated my once perfectly tanned arm. Don't think wrong. Now is not the time. Alright, I won't lie. I thought about it too. Hah, holes. Anyways, it was all bloody. (Hah, bloody holes.) At to make it worse, it stained my shirt. I liked this shirt!
"Stupid Alpha thinks he's so cool. He's dumb and he smells. Him and his stupid red eyes. What is he, auditioning for Twilight?" I muttered, holding my arm as I walked out of the gym.
I know I seem calm, but let's just the underwear aren't the only thing I'm getting rid of. I swear any of you's think wrong about that statement… Byron will be involved.
Enough said.
-X-
Scott stopped listening to everyone as he heard a cry.
Emily. It had to be.
His fists tightened to the point where they were white and he inwardly cursed himself even more for leaving her. He had to get to her. He had to protect her.
He glanced at Allison then Stiles. And what the hell? He even snuck one at Lydia and Jackson. Okay, correction– he had to protect everyone. The Alpha wanted him after all. In his mind, everything was on him. If he screwed up one little time, someone would get hurt. He would be the one to live with all the guilt.
And guilt already seemed to consume him as he thought about what horrendous thing could've caused his twin sister to cry out like that. One thing about Emily– she never lets anyone knows she's in physical pain. She cries, sure. But it is not bawling. Emily hadn't cried for real since their father was still with their mom.
Scott's imagination was running wild and it was not looking good. He could not stay still anymore. He had to find Emily and get her and the others to safety.
"I'm getting Emily and the key."
-X-
Okay, when Cujo plus the Wolfman come out to play, where the hell do you go for safety? Classroom– uh-uh, windows; big windows. Locker rooms– that obviously didn't work. Gym– yeah, that went well. Ugh, I am so screwed. What if I run into him again? Somehow, I think my good looks won't stop him from killing me the next time. And I can't die because Derek is still waiting for me.
All right, I just need to find the others. Alphanator said they were here and obviously they were still fine, so one plus one equals… Two? I mean, yeah two. I knew that.
I stopped as I realized something. This school isn't exactly small and I doubt I have time to search in every classroom. How the hell was I supposed to find my twits, Ally, Asshole, and Mountain Lydia? Wah, I'm gonna die.
Something buzzed in my pocket.
I retrieved what it was and grinned like no other. My cellular device would achieve my goal for survival! But wait, what's this say? New message? From who, may I inquire?
From: Mom
Hey Em, you know those things that they sell at supermarkets? What were they called again? That's right, groceries. Yeah, get some. Girl, you think wrong about that sentence and I'll smack you through the phone.
She can't do that! I thought as I read on further.
And I can do that, I'm a mom. I can do anything. Now get it done. Love you.
I can always count on my mommy to threaten me then tell me she loves me. But man, will she be mad at the fact that I didn't go and buy groceries. I think almost being killed by an Alpha demonic werewolf should suffice as an excuse.
Closing the message, I hit compose message. Then I began typing.
To: Stiles
So I'm still breathing. Where you be?
I pressed send and prayed that Stiles' phone hadn't been turned against him like Scott's. And besides, one bamboozle is good for the night.
My phone began buzzing. I opened it and read.
From: Stiles
That's comforting. On the third floor, the room right of the stairway. Watch yourself and hurry.
Yes! Stiles' cellular is still under Stiles' control! Success!
I texted back and hurried up the stairs. A couple minutes and heavy wheezing later, I finally made it to the third floor. I opened the door and looked around the hallways. There was nothing, but I was not chancing it. I made a way to the classroom Stiles said.
I knocked quietly and whispered, "Stiles? Scott?"
The door unlocked and opened fast. I was pulled in before I could even see who had opened it. I was pushed into someone's chest and hugged tightly as I heard the door shut. Now you know I love the love, but my bloody-still-stinging-in-pain claw marks kind of hurt. Just a bit.
"I feel the love, but could you release. In pain." I got out, biting my lip to stop from gasping from the cut.
Stiles let me go and immediately looked at my arm. "Were you–,"
I shook my head, knowing what he was asking. "I got cut a little bit."
Stiles scoffed. "Yeah, let's just ignore all the blood gushing from it. Come on, smart one, I'll clean it up." With that, he pulled me over to a desk and wandered off to get some stuff to conceal it.
I looked around and was met with three terrified looks.
Jackson. Lydia. Allison.
I tried to smile at them. "Hey guys, fancy meeting you here."
Allison was not impressed. "Emily now is not the time to be joking. Your arm it's bleeding badly."
"Relax, I'm fine. It doesn't even hurt that bad." I said waving her off with my good arm.
Suddenly, a searing pain consumed my arm.
"Bitch-sucking-whore," I hissed in pain.
"Doesn't hurt, huh?" Lydia said, placing the finger pointer she had used to hit my cut down on the desk.
I gritted my teeth. Well, it didn't hurt until you did that, Mountain Lydia.
"All right," Stiles announced, coming to stand on the side of me. He had found some towel or gauze and now began wrapping it around the marks, but it wasn't going to hold itself. Stiles and I looked at each other, seemingly at a loss.
"Oh for goodness sake," Lydia snapped quietly, rolling her eyes. "Use tape." Then she pointed to where it was.
Stiles and I both made an 'O' with our mouths in understanding. Stiles did what she said and Dr. Stilinski was out.
"Thanks," I said, holding my arm gingerly.
"Emily," I looked at Allison. "What the hell happened to you?"
The Alphanator decided to use me as a target for clawing.
Nah, she's already freaked out enough. I just went with, "Well, I got separated from Stiles and Scott then I got into a huge fight with the lockers."
She didn't seem pleased with my answer, but didn't comment.
"Hey, where is Scott?" I asked, looking for my brother.
Everyone seemed to grow even tenser. No one even meet my gaze.
"Stiles…" I trailed, waiting for an answer.
Stiles chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his head. "You're going to laugh when you here this."
"Ooh, I could use a good laugh right about now. Indulge me, dear." I said, giving him the Mom look.
Stiles continued his nervous laughter until Jackson spoke up, "He went to go get the key off the janitor."
I didn't say anything and I could feel the others observing my reaction.
Finally, I said, "Let me guess a wild guess. It was his idea."
They looked at each other than back at me and nodded slowly.
Its official twin's not just slow, he's suicidal. I don't care if he's a werewolf or not, you don't do shit like this. He's gonna get himself killed whether it's by the Alphanator or me. He will cease to live.
I sighed dramatically, "It's hard being the good, attractive, intelligent twin."
-X-
Scott wandered into the gym, looking around. He didn't see anything. This Alpha is the hide and seek champ.
Breathing in a scent, Scott stopped short. There was a… smell. He had smelt something like it before. It smelled like that time in the… bus. And the only thing that consumed the bus with its smell was blood. But unlike last time, Myers' scent didn't accompany it. No, this one kind of smelled like cotton candy and coconut.
His eyes widened just a tad as he thought of something.
"Aah," Scott cried as something sprayed into his face, thus getting into his mouth. He squinted at her then glared. "Emily."
Emily grinned, "Tis I, twin."
"What the hell was that?" He said trying to wipe whatever assaulted his face.
"My piss to let others your my property," She answered with an award-winning smile. "What do you think, dumb shit? It's my perfume."
Scott blinked. "Perfume…?"
"Yes, Scott," Emily replied, rolling her eyes. "Perfume, an aromatic liquid usually prepared from essential oils extracted from flowers and spices, used to impart an enjoyable scent to one's body, and or clothes. Geez, just when I thought you couldn't get any slower. Hanging more time with Stiles, I see. Burn, Stilinski wherever you be. "
Scott glared at his sister. "I didn't mean it like that. I meant why did you spray me?"
"Oh that," Scott's eyes rolled. "Remember when I told you smelled like shit?"
Scott looked at her weirdly. "You never told me that."
"Oh," Emily blinked then grinned widely. "Well now I did." Scott's eyes seemed to just roll on their own. "Bitch, stop rolling them eyes at me. Anyways! Where was I?"
"I smell like shit," Scott deadpanned.
"Right," Emily nodded. "So, I just thought smelling like cotton candy would be cooler. Hah, you're cool as cotton candy."
"I'm pretty sure it's cool as a cucumber," corrected Scott.
"And I'm pretty sure cucumbers are far from being cool. Vegetables, yuck," Emily replied, scrunching her nose. "Cotton candy, though… That be the shit."
"So, wait a minute," Scott said.
"Slow ass," Emily muttered, clearly not low enough as Scott still heard.
Ignoring her, he finished his question. "You tell me I smell like shit, and then spray me with cotton candy perfume that is apparently 'the shit'?"
"Yes, Scott," She said, exasperated.
"Isn't that a contradiction?" He asked.
Emily scoffed. "You're a contradiction."
"How?"
"You just are."
"But–"
"Eat my coconut lotion!"
"Wha–? Emily, no– Wah!"
"Mwahahaha!"
That was Emily's scent. Which also meant that the blood… it's hers.
His fists tightened, but he restrained in order not to break the cocktail Molotov Lydia had made. His anger almost took the best of him until he smelt something else. More blood, but not Emily's. It was coming from under the bleachers.
He walked under them and came to a stop. This is where the scent was the strongest. But just where was it coming from? All of a sudden, something dripped on his face. Looking up slowly, he was met with the bloody body of the janitor.
Well, damn.
-X-
"Don't drop that dun-dun-dun. Don't drop that dun-dun-dun. Don't drop that dundundun. Don't drop that dundundun."
"Emily," Stiles said, causing me to look over to him. "That song, really?"
"What?" I asked. "It calms me."
"How exactly does that song accomplish that?"
"Well, all I have to worry about is not to drop that dun-dun-dun. Simple."
"I see your point, but that song goes too far."
I thought about this. "I got it. The ratchet song, our duet."
Stiles chuckled nervously and took a quick glance at Lydia, who was not even paying attention as she spoke to Jackson. Then he turned to me sharply, "You promised that would never come up in public."
"I don't see what the big problem is," I shrugged innocently, but could not stop a smile spreading on my face. "So, you dressed in–" Stiles' hand shot out and covered my mouth. "Okay, Emily's officially off her meds."
I rolled my eyes at him and bit his hand. He cried out softly, well more like whined. You know now that I think about it he is a big whiner baby. So, it all comes out. Scott's the slow sissy-lala and Stiles' is the big, burnt whiner baby. And I, Emily, am the awesome being with great legs. I mean, for real. I get it from my mama!
I jumped high as a roar shook the school. I moved quickly to Stiles, grabbing on to his sleeve tightly. In return, he placed his other arm on mine. I closed my eyes. Chihuahua, 'member? Me no like loud noises.
My eyes clenched. My wrapped arm was burning. It felt like someone stuck their finger into it and kept twisting. All I could think about was pain. Fierce Pain. White-hot Pain. All I knew was I wanted to rip my own arm off. I could always reattach it later, piece of cake.
Biting my lip so hard that I broke skin, I pushed my face down to where it was practically reaching my chest. Think wrong and I'll transfer this pain to you. I'll get my mom to do it and you'll never stand a chance. I could feel Stiles trying to talk to me, but if I opened my mouth I knew I would scream bloody murder.
But I couldn't help it.
I howled out in searing pain. My arm was on fire. My head was on fire. I was on fire. What the hell is happening to me?
I felt a light slap to my face, but I was a goner. My legs gave out and I would've landed on my ass if someone didn't catch me. I could hear my name being called, but I couldn't answer. It hurt too much.
Then… it stopped.
One minute– scorching pain, the next– nothing. I ask again, what–
"– the hell?" I looked up and noticed Stiles, Allison, Lydia looking at me worriedly. Hey, where'd the asshole go? Oh, there he is. What the hell is he doing on the floor? Wait… I don't know if I wanna know. No bad McCall, focus. Stay on what just happened. My head and arm were just fucked into another millennium. That sounds about right.
"Emily, are you okay?" Allison asked, worry overriding her features.
I rubbed the back of my head and said, "Yeah, I'm fine now. I just–," I stopped. She doesn't know about anything. "Stiles was right. I'm off my rocker."
She tried to smile, but it was more of a sad grimace. "We're all a little off our rockers right now."
"That's for sure," Lydia agreed, looking at Jackson and I. Despite her comment, you could see her worry. "Jackson, are you–"
"I'm fine," He replied quickly, backing away from us.
"What's that on the back of your neck?" Stiles inquired, reaching for Jackson.
Said Asshole smacked Stiles' hand and moved back.
"Hey, only I can do that." I said, giving Jackson a look. Yup, that's correct. My stink face.
Jackson glared back. "Shut up, McCall. It's your brother's fault we're in here in the first place."
"No, it's yours for not growing a pair and telling people to catch a ride with someone else," I snapped back. Tonight was not the night to fuck with me. Of course, not literal. I mean Derek's still out and about.
"Maybe I should do that," mumbled Stiles in consideration.
"Shut up!" Jackson and I both shouted to him simultaneously.
Oh, it was getting hot in here. And no, no one's taking off their clothes. I meant temper wise, you sick fools. All right, I'm still pissed, but I did think nasty. I'll give you a hint. When people fight, what can that lead to? Remember to discard the clothing. Yes, I am no longer even near my rocker.
"All right, can we not argue for half a second here?" Stiles said.
Allison was obviously done, too. "Where's Scott?" She asked, running her finger tiredly through her hair. "He should be back by now."
I glanced at her and felt really bad. She likes Scott a lot and from what Stiles told me earlier is that Allison knows Scott's a horrible liar. This is really not looking good for my brother.
"Don't worry, Ally-pop." I said. "You know Scott's slow like a turtle, both mentally and physically. He'll be fine." He better be. I'll hug him then beat the shit out of him, the dumbass.
Click.
We all turned to the door, where a figure could be seen. I think it was Scott.
Annnd apparently so did Allison.
Said girl ran to the door and went to open it. It didn't budge, but that didn't stop her from shouting, "Scott! Scott!" She continued shaking the door and yelling my brother's name. Come on guys, don't think too wrong.
"Stop," Lydia said, but when Allison didn't listen, she yelled, "Stop!"
Damn, she's scary when she yells. And I thought Mom was scary when she yelled.
"Do you hear that?"
Yeah, I heard it. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Something tells me that Lydia's been taking her medication. Oh wait, what's that? Sirens? They found me! I gotta hide!
…Wait no; they're here to save the day! Hip-hip-hooray! I'm sorry, it rhymes. I had to.
The five of us made our way to the windows and were relieved to see several police cruisers pull up. Now we all could get home and go to sleep. Because after all of this, I sure need to sleep the crazy shit off. Sleep…
Derek.
-X-
He wasn't there. Yeah, you read right. Derek was not there. His body was gone! Oh and I just found out that Scott blamed Derek for the whole scary school thing. He pinned it all on him. So there, now I have two reasons to kill twin– One, for going out and doing something stupid, and two for blaming Derek for murder.
But the most horrible part is that I don't know where Derek is. Stiles is positive that the Alpha took him, but Derek wouldn't let himself be manhandled by that bitch. Only I can do that. I mean, manhandle Derek not anything else your minds wandered off to. Sickos.
I listened to my twits and Padre Stilinski talk about what had happened here tonight as we walked out of the building. I took a glance at the spot where Derek had landed and frowned as the memory flashed through my head. I shook my head. Derek is fine. He just had to get out of here because he knew my brother was going to betray him. The slow-sissified jerk
As if Padre Stilinski heard my thoughts, he asked, "Are you sure it was Derek Hale?"
"No–," For the second time that night Stiles slapped his hand over my mouth. Did he not learn from the last time? I bit him. Much harder than before.
This time though, he didn't resist in shouting out. "Ow!"
"Stop putting your hand by my mouth."
"Stop putting your mouth by my hand."
"That's weak. That's like something Scott would say."
"Ew, you're right. We'll call this round a draw."
"I agree just because you must be beating yourself up over that terrible comment."
"Trust me. I'm hurting."
Scott's eye twitched.
"Hey, you two, knock it off. Focus." Padre Stilinski reprimanded sternly.
Stiles and I put our heads low as Scott answered, "Yes, it was Derek."
"I saw him, too," Stiles remarked.
Liars, the both of them.
"What about the janitor?" Scott asked before Padre could even think to ask me. He was smart. You know, for once.
Padre Stilinski answered, "We're working on it."
Translation: We don't know where the fuck he's at.
My language is offensive lately. I like it.
Scott was appalled. "Did you check under the bleachers? Under them!"
"Yeah, we looked," said Padre Stilinski. "We pulled them out, just like you asked. There's nothing."
"I'm not making this up," Scott told him.
No, just the part where my Smexy is the murderer. Grr, even when he knows it's the stupid Alpha who done did it.
"I know. I believe you, I do." And Padre's a worse liar than Scott.
"No, you don't!" Scott exclaimed, throwing an arm up. Oh shoot, Scott's raising his big girl voice. "You have this look like you feel bad for me. Like you wanna believe me, but I know you don't." And getting technical? Scott's on a roll… well, for Scott anyhow.
"We're gonna search this whole school. Okay? We're going to find him. I promise." As soon as he finished, someone called out to him. Padre gave us a look and said, "Stay. All of you."
What are we? Dogs? Hah, well at least one of us is. Wow, I am so funny.
"Well, we survived dudes!" Stiles exclaimed. "You know? We outlasted the Alpha."
"I will survive. Oh, as long as I know how to love, I know I'll stay alive I've got all my life to live, I've got all my love to give. And I'll survive; I will survive, hey, hey!" I sang grinning at the troubled Scott.
He gave me a blank stare before returning to looking like a sad puppy dog. No pun actually intended. I mean twin really does look like a sad puppy when he's upset.
"Emily's knows what I'm saying," Stiles grinned. "I mean, that's still good right? Being alive?"
"I hurr that!" I said, putting a fist up to Stiles. "That bitch ain't got nothing on us."
"Now I hurr that," Stiles said as his fist met mine.
We grinned at each other then turned to Scott. "What?"
"When we were in the chemistry room, he walked right by us. You don't think that it heard us? You don't think it knew exactly where we were?" Scott asked as an answer to our question.
"Well then, why are we still alive?" Stiles asked the million dollar question.
He's so right. The Alpha had me alone. No think wrong, you people. He could've killed me at any freakin' moment, but he didn't. I know my stellar looks didn't stop it all, but they really helped. So why not kill me?
"It wants me," I thought wrong, yeah-uh. "In its pack. I think first I have to get rid of my old pack." Old pack? What Scott be spittin' now?
"What do you mean?" Stiles questioned. "What old pack?"
"Yeah, when the hell did you get a pack?" I inquired, crossing my arms across my chest.
Scott looked at us sadly. "Allison." Your girlfriend's the only one in your pack? Gosh, how lame can you get? "Jackson, Lydia." Asshole's in the pack? This is so a WTF moment. "Both of you." Hah, saved the best for last. Wait, Scott has to get rid of me?
Needless to say, my mouth fell open in shock. "Eh…"
Stiles' reaction was about the same until he sobered up. "The Alpha doesn't want to kill us."
Scott let out a breath and said, turning around, "It wants me to do it… and that's not even the worse part."
Killing your baby twin sister and best friend isn't worse for you? He really has a way with words, my brother. Note on the sarcasm please.
"How-how in holy hell is that not the worse part, Scott?" Stiles was outraged.
"I second that!"
"When he made me shift," Scott explained then he turned around. "I wanted to do it… I wanted to kill you two. All of you." Twin put his head down.
There was a long pause and Stiles and I took this time to glance at each other. It wasn't every day your brother, or best friend in Stiles' case, tell you they wanted to kill you. It was not a great feeling.
Scott looked up and directed his attention behind us. He suddenly headed for where he was looking. Stiles and I gave WTF looks, but followed him to the ambulance where… Deacon was? I knew he wasn't the Alpha!
We got there and Deacon greeted us, "There you are."
"How did you–" Scott started, but Deacon finished, "Get out?" Scott nodded. "Not easily. And from what they tell me I'm alive because of you." Deacon smiled at him. "I think I owe you a raise. And Emily…" I looked at him. "Next time you visit, you get two lollipops."
No freakin' way! Two?!
I grinned widely. "Yes!"
Deacon smiled.
"Guys, come on." Padre Stilinski had reappeared, gesturing us away. "Let the EMTs do their job. You can talk to him later."
"Oh, Padre," I said following him. "You best believe I'm gonna talk to him later. I get TWO lollipops! Comprende? Two!" Stiles looked at me disbelievingly.
"You just survived from a murderer and all you care about is a lollipop?"
"Two lollipops, Stiles, two."
"Oh, now it makes sense."
"Yes, you're getting the concept."
"If concept is translated into sarcasm then yes I am."
"I wonder what flavors I'll get…"
"Seriously? Did you hear anything I said?"
I looked at Stiles. "Oh, I'm sorry. D'you say something, Stiles?"
Stiles looked at me with disbelievingly eyes and mouth opened in amazement. I know I'm amazing. Stare all you want, but no touching. Unless you're my smexy Hale.
Padre Stilinski sighed. "All right kids, come on."
I got you, Padre. Besides, I gotta find my Smexy and get physical.
Physical!
A/N: So sorry for the wait, but I could say in all honesty this was not laziness. I shouldn't ask, but let's try to 561 reviews? See if everybody's not done with this story. Again, sorry. Thank you for hanging in there. I promise the next chapter won't take as long.
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