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"Loving you forever, can't be wrong
Even though you're not here, won't move on
Ahhh, that's how we played it

And there's no remedy for memory your face is
Like a melody, it won't leave my head
Your soul is haunting me and telling me
That everything is fine
But I wish I was dead

Everytime I close my eyes
It's like a dark paradise
No one compares to you
I'm scared that you won't be waiting on the other side." - Dark Paradise by Lana Del Rey

"Talk to me, and I'll chop your balls off with a machete." I seethed, the second I sat down next to Isaac.

He chuckled, "How else are we gonna' do the assignment?" I narrowed my eyes at the blue eyed werewolf.

He just had to have blue eyes, didn't he?! Ugh. He was so adorable, though, I could never be afraid of him. Was I really scared of him? Isaac Lahey? Or was I scared of what Derek made him? Isaac Werewolf Lahey?

Dilemma's.

"I'll do it, you just be a good pup and stay hushed." I commanded, only to have him laugh even more. "I will kick you in the face. Not just for laughing, but for trying to kill my friend."

Isaac smirked at my badass ways and just let me produce the chemicals into making…what the flipping pigs was I making? A rock…or a football? Yeah, somewhere along those lines.

"I used to have a crush on you…" I froze, then shook my head and continued doing my work. "Freshman year, sophomore year…" I froze again, but this time not from the words coming out of his mouth but from his hand sliding down my neck. "Then junior year came and I decided I was gonna' talk to you."

Hand started sliding down my side. LORD JESUS OF URANUS!

His hand suddenly found my thigh and guess what replaced his nails? Yeah, the claws have emerged and so, I shivered from his – weirdly sensitive – touch.

"But you suddenly became well known and I realized that if you didn't notice me for two years when you weren't known, why would you notice me now? So, I gave up on you -" I stopped his curious hand from going anywhere near my…um…womanhood.

"Continue giving me this sob story, and I'll rip your fingers off." I growled. "And your new found cockiness? Truly disgusting,"

These were the longest five minutes, ever.

"Now I can see why Derek's all over you." I snapped my head to look at him. "You could keep anything entertained." Isaac grinned, removing his hand away from my thigh and going to another seat, as I whisper/yelled after him, "CONSIDER YOURSELF UNFOLLOWED AND UNFRIENDED!" He laughed. That fart.

I wonder who my next partner is gonna' be.

Oh god, I'm just full of good luck today, aren't I?

"Hello blondy," I muttered, as Erica sat next to me. That's it, after her I'm going back to Jackie.

"Abby, good to see you." I narrowed my eyes at her.

"Yeah, can't say the same about you." I sighed, and turned around to see Scott with Lydia. I looked back at the curly blonde ditz who was actually doing some work. Okay, don't lose you cool Abby. YOU COULD DO THIS!

"Why can't you and the other little dogs leave Lydia alone?" I groaned.

"Because we have orders -"

"To kill her?" I summed up. She nodded, with a smirk and continued with whatever we were supposed to be doing.

"You know, Abby," I ignored her. "We could've been friends. I mean, your sarcasm is pretty damn kind." Erica said, sarcastically.

"You don't remember freshman year, do you?" I grumbled, great, now I was going to have a to tell a story. "We sat next to each other in Bio, I tried being friendly and you wanted nothing to do with me. It's gonna' be the same now, except I won't want anything to do with you. You're not gonna' be able to follow any orders now, Erica. I will protect Lydia, with my life. That's what friends do." I snickered, smirked and waved at her as she just glared at me.

I got up and immediately ran to my original seat, right next to Jackie. I sighed as I plopped down.

"You look happy," Jackie commented, as I glared at him.

"Isaac and Erica – two bitches that don't know when to stop." I said, exasperated and saw that Lydia was now with Isaac.

Well. Shit.

"Yeah, what was that with Isaac? Him having a crush on you for two years? Ouch." Jackie chuckled. I raised an eyebrow at him. What was he? Spider Man now? "Super – sonic hearing." He explained, tapping his ear. He handed me some sort of blue chemical to mix with a transparent one.

How I'm passing chemistry? I do not know. God's miracle.

"It was cute, who knows? I may have gone out with him if he wasn't such a dick now." I said, as I started at the duo now working.

"Seriously?" Jackie asked, actually looking shocked. I shrugged, I didn't really care. He was cute, sweet, and dorky. Reminded of the 'was'. "Whatever, you're way out of his league."

"Aw, thanks Jackie," I said, smiling and then pinched his cheek. He smacked my hand away as I giggled, gotta' admit that I could be a little happy with Jackie around. But then we continued working. Well, he continued working as I supervised. I gotta' say, I do some pretty good supervising.

"If you've catalyzed the reaction correctly, you should now be looking at a crystal." Mr. Harris said. I looked down at our creation and gave a nod of approval to Jackie. "Now, for the part of that last experiment, I'm sure you'll all enjoy. You can eat it."

Jackie picked up the crystal with the science tongs thingy and picked out the crystal from the beaker. He placed it out in front of me and I asked, "Why me?"

"Ladies first," Jackie's lips curled into a smirk.

"No, what if we didn't do it right?" I whined.

"I know I did it right," I sneered, "just take a bite, nothing's gonna' happen." Hmm, sounded reassuring enough, eh, why the hell not?

I took a bit out of the crunchy ass crystal and huh, it wasn't that bad. Tasted like sugar, I looked at the board…ohhhhh, we were making sugar crystals. That makes sense. Jackie took the other half and then, out of nowhere, Scott jumped out of his seat and yelled, "LYDIA!"

"What?" She snapped, before taking a bite out of the crystal.

"The crystal's covered with saliva," Jackie figured, looking a little tense toward his ex – cough cough – not for long.

"What!?" I exclaimed, he nodded and Scott looked defeated before saying, "Nothing," and sat down.

I cringed as Lydia took a huge bit out of the crystal and…nothing happened. She stayed perfectly mobile.

Damn.

"Derek's outside waiting for Lydia." Scott said, immediately after we walk into Finstock's office.

"Waiting to kill her?" Allison asked, as I leaned next to Stiles.

"If he thinks she's the Kanima, then yes, especially after what happened at the pool." Scott replied, and Allison sighed.

"It's not her!" Stiles interrupted, unconvinced.

"Stiles, she didn't pass the test man. Nothing happened." Scott said, apologetically.

"It doesn't matter," I said, "as long as Derek thinks it's her, he's gonna' try to kill her. Either we convince him he's wrong or we've got to figure out a way to protect her." I finished, I wasn't going to let my friend die at the hot werewolf's hands.

"I really don't think he's going to do anything here at school." Scott said.

"Okay, fine, but what about after school?" I groaned, pissed off. Scott looked at me annoyingly, and I sighed, pushing my hair back.

"What if we can prove Derek's wrong?" Allison suggested.

"By three o'clock?" Stiles asked, stunned.

"Yeah, I mean, trying to convince Derek something is as bad as trying to convince a rock that it's not a rock." I added.

"Negativity is not helping! There could be something in the bestiary." Allison tried.

"Oh, you mean the nine hundred page book written in archaic Latin, that none of us can read! Good luck with that!" Stiles said, sarcastically.

"Actually I think I might know someone who might be able to translate it." Allison said, in a thinking mood.

"Uh, I can…talk to Derek. Maybe he can give us a chance to prove to us that it's not her." I quirked my mouth. I didn't like the idea of my little brother going to Derek again. Last time he did that, he came back scarred. "But if anything happens, you guys let me handle it, okay?!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" I questioned. I am not letting him get hurt again. Nu – uh, no sir, not one bit. Never in a million fagillion years. EVA!

"You can't heal like I do." I rolled my eyes. Really? That was his argument. Then, Allison started searching through her bag and pulled out her crossbow. Well then.

"I can take care of myself." Allison stated, confidently.

"Granted, we can't heal like you being Lon Chaney or Godzilla over there, but we can protect ourselves, Scottie." I added. He suddenly looked like a wounded puppy.

Oh no, the McCall puppy dog look. Those are lethal.

"What?" I asked, standing next to Allison and frowned at the look he was giving us.

"I almost lost you, Abs – that night of the pool. I wondered what would've happened if I didn't come in time. I thought I was too late. I was scared that you drowned. I can't risk you."

"Oh please, you're never losing me." I said, waving it off and giving him a smile. "I'm Abigail Badass McCall, I wouldn't just leave and miss all the fun stuff." He cracked a grin and then looked at Allison, the wounded look back.

I started walking backwards toward Stiles, feeling the mushy to come in.

"If anything goes wrong, you call me, okay? I don't care if your dad finds out, call, text, scream, yell, whatever. I'll hear you and I'll find you as fast as I can. We have until three." Allison nodded, and he looked over at me, I gave him an assuring nod too.

Scott turned to walk out the door and then – ARROW ATTACK!

I immediately dashed and ran underneath the desk, while screaming, "FORGIVE ME SHELDON FOR I HAVE SINNED, BY LOSING A TURTLE!"

"Ah, sorry, sorry," I heard Stiles say.

"Abby, get up." Allison's voice said, "it was just Stiles." I glared at the ground, I will give him revenge. REVENGE I TELL YOU!

"Sensitive trigger on that." Stiles said, sheepishly as I peeked out from beneath the desk and I glared at Stiles' buzz cut.

If I live by 21, I will be shocked at myself.

The library. I didn't even know the school had a library. Seriously, when was the school this large?! Anyways, apart from my complaining, Danny, Jackie, and I were waiting for Matt.

"What's taking him so long?" I groaned, leaning back on my chair and plopped my legs down on Jackie's lap.

"He'll be here, Abs, calm down." Danny said, trying to pacify me. I whined into the desk, only to hear a chair being moved. I looked up and said, "Matt! THANK JESUS!"

"Shhhhhh!" I turned around to see the librarian glare at me as I made a 'I – will – kill – your – cats' look.

"Anyways," Matt intervened my fight with the librarian. He looked at Jackie and asked, "So, who do you know that can get into your house?"

"What do you mean, like, break in?" Jackson replied, confused.

"Or someone who has a key. Who also knows how to edit out two hours of footage out of a tape and knows how to loop it." Matt elaborated.

"I could do it. I write my own software and I know your mom forgets to lock the kitchen door." I glared at Jackie, for being an idiot and he just shrugged – not caring, then placed his arms over my legs.

I rolled my eyes and looked over at Danny, who was very interested in Matt.

"I could've done it too considering it's my camera. Actually, we could have done it together." Matt said, thoughtfully. Danny gave a nervous laugh/smile and I playfully nudged Jackie, who was stifling his laughs.

"All right, I've got to go to my next class but back later to help if you guys want it." Matt said, slapping Danny on the shoulder and I could literally see my cute Danny blush.

"Definitely," Danny said, giving Matt a dazzling smile. Then, he looked over at the two of us, who has knowing grins on our faces, "What?" Danny asked.

"Got a little crush goin' on there?" Jackie asked, nonchalantly.

"No," Danny quickly said. We both gave him an 'are – you – fucking – kidding – me' look. "Shut up! It doesn't matter anyways."

"Why?" I asked, giving him a small boost smile.

"Because if you haven't noticed he's completely obsessed with Allison." Danny stated. Huh, he did seem to flirt a lot with that brunette. Hmmmm. "So, whatever,"

Interesting.

"Anyways, this is gonna' take a couple of hours." Danny said, typing away.

"So, you can't tell me who did the editing?" Jackie asked, agitated.

"Is there anyone else you know who can get into your house?" Danny asked him, and exactly when Stiles came in with Lydia. Well, I guess it was now our shift to look after her.

"Yeah," Jackie said, his eyes trailing Lydia, "actually I do." Then, I jerked my head toward Stiles and Lydia giving Jackie the clue that we gotta' go now. He rolled his eyes but nodded anyways.

"Alright Danny, you do that while Abby and I go…uh, so some studying." Jackie said, coming up with a lame excuse as to way we both had to leave together. That dumb shit.

"Yeah, gotta' knock up them books." I added, before giving Danny a kiss on the check and dragging Jackie away.

"I don't get why I have to be a part of this too." Jackie sighed and I groaned, as rows of books flew past us.

"Because she's your girl-" I got cut off. Ugh. Pain.

"Ex – girlfriend," he seethed.

"You're lying to me and yourself if you say there's not a part of you in there that still cares for her." I growled, grabbing his wrist and pulling to a halt.

"There isn't!" He snarled. "I'm only coming here because you're forcing me to."

Okay, now I was pissed.

"Prove it," I hissed.

"Prove what?" He grumbled, sneering at me.

"Prove that you don't care about her, at all." I snapped, glaring at him. I waited for a few seconds and didn't get any answer, but I did. I did get an answer. "That's what I thought," I smirked, knowing I had won. "C'mon, we gotta' go to Stiles and -"

Lips, I was cut off by lips…that were pressed against mine.

WHAT THE CHINESE HITLER?!

Out of nowhere, Jackie took a hold of me by the back of the neck, wrapped an arm around my waist, and smacked his lips against mine. Huh, his lips were soft and wet, maybe I should kiss him back…wait! WHAT'S HAPPENING?! OH GOD! NO! NO! NO! WHAT I WAS I THINKING!?

ALERT! ALERT! ALERT! OFF! OFF! OFF!

And shove.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!?" I – not so subtly – whisper screamed at him, while wiping my lips.

"You said prove it, I did." He replied cockily and then licked his lips. "Strawberry, nice choice," he winked.

"I hope you realize that Lydia still does care for you, you jackass." I growled.

"I don't care." Jackie scoffed and I rolled my eyes. That stupid sandy blonde liar.

"I'm gonna' forget this ever happened and we're walking away." Jackie groaned as I grabbed his wrist and started walking toward the other duo. I do not want to speak of it.

NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER NEVER EVER EVER NEVER EVER NEVER EVER EVER!

"If we're doing a study group, why don't we just stay in the library?" Lydia complained, as we got out through the back doors.

"Because libraries are too noisy." I answered, while Allison, Jackie, and Stile looked at me 'are – fucking – kidding – me' look. "I have sensitive hearing." Lydia just rolled her eyes at me.

Nailed it.

"We're actually meeting someone else." Stiles recovered.

"Well, why don't they meet us at the library?" Lydia, stop being smart.

"Yeah, that's a great idea!" Stiles exclaimed. "A bit too late!"

"Wait -"

"Lydia, shut up and walk." Jackie said, sternly while grabbing her arm and started dragging her out of the school, towards Stiles' Jeep.

This is gonna' be a fun day.

"Where is Scott?" Lydia asked me, as we got out of the Jeep and I threw Stiles my keys to the house.

"Meeting us here," she nodded, as I added quietly, "hopefully." Jackie got out of the car and slammed the door behind him, walking up to me.

"Seriously, thank you for doing this." I said, sincerely to Jackie and added, "That kiss never happened. Ever."

He rolled his eyes, but nodded, nonetheless and replied, "I have to talk to her anyways." About what? I do not know and I don't wanna' pry.

The second all of us got in, Stiles locked everything. And when I say everything, I mean everything. Stiles looked at all of us and then looked at Lydia, who was clearly waiting for the explanation about the extra protection.

I opened up, immediately, "Burglars, a lot of them." She nodded, looking convinced. However, what Stiles did next – GOD DAMN IT! He placed a chair underneath the door handle and looked at me, sheepishly.

I sighed, "And a murder, a bloody, gruesome, chainsaw massacre murder at the Stevenson house." I scratched my head as I looked around at everyone and looked at Jackie, jerking my head toward the stairs.

He sighed, "Lydia, follow me, I need to talk to you for a minute."

"Seriously," she said, exasperated and followed him, "what is going on with everyone?" After they were gone, I smacked Stiles upside the head. "Ow!" He exclaimed, "What the hell!?"

"You just had to add the chair?" I questioned, sarcastically and Allison laughed at the two of us but then abruptly stopped. "Guys, we have some company."

"Scott?" I asked but she shook her head no and looked out the white curtains. Stiles and I did the same on the other side.

Oh lord, Jesus.

"Do you guys see four werewolves or is it just me?" I asked.

"Nope, no, I see them too." Stiles assured me.

"Okay, good, Scott time?" I looked at Allison, who nodded and I gave my phone to her as she called Scott – telling him to move his little werewolf ass.

It's been a half hour. They've been waiting there for a half hour. DID THEY NOT HAVE TO PEE?!

"This doesn't seem safe, at all." I commented, looking out the window.

"Really? I wonder what gave you that idea." Stiles replied, with a snarky voice.

"Don't use that tone with your elders." I told him strictly. I looked at him as he rolled his eyes and then I thumped him. He rolled his eyes again. Then, he looked over to Allison who was calling someone using her phone.

"What're you doing?" He asked.

"I think it's…" she wiped a tear from her cheek, "I think I have to call my dad."

"But you and Scott -" I tried to say.

"I know," she answered, shakily. "But what're we supposed to do? They're not here to scare us, okay? They're here to kill Lydia."

"I got an idea," Stiles suddenly said. "Shoot one of 'em."

"It's like you want to die." I grumbled, staring at him with an incredulous look.

"Look, we told Scott we could protect ourselves. Let's do it, at least give it a shot, right?" Stiles said, with clear enthusiasm. "They don't think we're gonna' fight but when one of them is hit, I guarantee they'll take off." That's probably not true. So, if one's hit – the others are just gonna' come after us, not run away!

"Ugh," I groaned, "just shoot one of 'em." I said, backing Stiles up.

She peeked through the curtain and window, asking, "Which one?"

"Derek, preferably in the head." I smacked him and he rubbed his chest, glaring at me.

"If Scott can catch an arrow, I'm positive Derek can too." Okay, so I was a little worried about Derek's safety. Sue me, gosh. "Just shoot one of the other three."

"You mean two."

"What?" I questioned. "No, I mean three." Stiles and I immediately looked through the window, Stiles asked anxiously, "Where the hell's Isaac?"

Stiles and I started looking around everywhere, when suddenly, Allison was knocked on the ground.

Then, so was Stiles while I was left standing – Isaac went over to Stiles and he was clearly in his wolf form. OH HELLLLLL NO! Ain't no one gonna' hurt my Stiles. Fudge, what I was about to do next was gonna' make me the biggest asshole in the history of the world.

Please, forgive me…Derek.

Isaac started dragging Stiles off the floor and I quickly walked over to him. I stood right in front of Isaac, with the biggest, seductive smile I could've ever summoned.

He glared at me and growled, "Get out of my way."

"Now, why would I do that when there's a big, sexy werewolf standing right in front of me?" I asked, rhetorically as I let my fingertips wonder around his chest. I could feel his chest heave in and out but he didn't drop Stiles. IT WASN'T WORKING!

Ugh, time for Plan B. Bitch Abby.

"Ya know, what you admitted in Chem today…that took a lot of guts. I admire it. And I found it…" I trailed my hand to his curly hair, taking a huge grip of it and reeling him in close to my face, "extremely sexy." Stiles had this look of confusion but figured out what I was doing. Yes, I know, I was a dick but come on bro! HE HAD MY BFF! And he still wouldn't let go of Stiles.

Shit, Plan C. Crazy, Insane Abby.

I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and pressed my lips against his. And let me tell you this, he did not hesitate at all. He went straight for the dive and I gotta' admit, he was – for a newbie werewolf – an extremely good kisser. Not as good as Derek but pretty damn good, and really gullible too but holy shit! A LITTLE TOO PHYSICAL!

Next thing I know, I'm being lifted by the thighs and pressed against the wall! NO! TOO SEXUAL FOH MOI! I snapped my eyes open but didn't stop kissing Isaac back. I looked at Stiles who looked puzzled as to what to do next!

SCOTT! BRING SCOTT!

Isaac broke the kiss and his lips immediately found my neck, peppering it with kissed as I made motions with my eyes toward the back door. Stiles was wailing around, wondering what the I was talking about. 'Scott!' I mouthed at him and he understood, finally. I rolled my eyes, this was just too bizarre. I mean, yes, I was enjoying this but I legitimately picture Derek.

Fuck.

I'm a bitch. I am a certified bitch and a certified dick. Man, worst fun day ever.

A loud growl erupted in the house and Isaac broke contact with me, thank god. But what I didn't expect was for him to take a protective stance in front of me.

Ahhh, poop *sad face*. I'm even more of a dick.

So, the interrupting growl was clearly my brother and he went bat – shit crazy on Isaac's ass. He, also somehow got some of the venom from the Kanima which escaped my room – the room with Lydia and Jackie – and placed it on Isaac. Erica was already poisoned, so HA! Bitch had it coming.

Oh wait, I'm the bitch here. Poop. Stupid guilt, why'd it exist?

But anyways, after Battle Royal we all walked in front of the porch after Scott threw Isaac's and Erica's body onto the lawn. I slapped Stiles, once again, upside the head.

He looked at me with an incredulous expression, "What!?"

"I am never making out with a werewolf to save your sorry ass again!" I grumbled, as he just laughed but he did say, "Thank you, Abby."

"You're my BFFL, someone's gotta' have the seductive ways in our group." He chuckled, again and we all looked at Boyd and Derek, who missed all the fun.

"I think I'm finally getting why you keep refusing me, Scott." Derek said, smirking. "You're not an Omega. You're already an alpha of your own pack. But you know you can't beat me." Why are all werewolves cocky assholes?

"I can hold you off until the cops get here." Scott growled, determined and that's when all heard it.

The hiss.

We scrambled off the porch to see the Kanima make it's way on top of the roof and turn to look at us. It suddenly let out an ear splitting shriek and scattered away. What. The. Hell.

"Get them out of here." Derek said, to Boyd and addressing toward Erica and Isaac. He glanced toward me, but I avoided it – for some strange reason, feeling guilty.

Suddenly, I hear, "Would someone please tell me what the hell is going on here?" Lydia?! I turn to look at emerge from the house.

Holy shit.

"It's Jackie." I stated the obvious as everyone looked shocked as hell.

Well, another interesting night at Beacon Hills. I hate interesting nights at Beacon Hills.

Bed. Whereth art thoueth bed? Cometh to me bed. Before I got to collapse on my comfy ass bed I heard, "We need to talk."

"I need to sleep." I replied, actually collapsing on me bed and moaned in delight. I sighed, and plopped up on my elbows. I looked at Derek, warily, "What do you want?"

"To talk,"

"I don't want to." I answered, stubbornly. I turned my body, so that I was on my stomach and buried my face into a pillow. I suddenly felt my bed start to move and I snuck a peak from my pillow, to see Derek Hale, lying down next to me.

Oh no, it was happening. My walls for him were breaking. NO WALLS! STAY UP! I command you to!

Damn it. They fell. Poop.

"You kissed Isaac." Derek stated, with a blank expression. I stared at the ceiling and sighed.

"Only to save Stiles, and why should you even care?" I asked, exasperated that we were even having this conversation.

I heard his scoff, so I turned to my side to stare at him – disbelievingly. I rolled my eyes, I knew this was a complete waste of time.

"Are you done? Or do you wanna' talk more? Because honestly, all I ever needed was for you to need me back but I never received that." I grumbled, staring at the ceiling again. I felt him move again and I sneaked a peak to look at him doing the same thing at me. He stared at our ugly, needed to renovate, ceiling.

"I don't care about anything -" I interrupted, rolling my eyes.

"Yeah, I know you don -"

"- except you." And cue the erratic heart, the eruption of butterflies, and the triggering of the damn tears. I snapped my head to look at him but he wasn't looking at me. He just stared at the ceiling.

"I'm trying, Abby." For some reason, it took my breath away by him saying my name.

"I'm being one some cheesy son of a bitch just to have you because I really don't want you out of my life. My life's been a whole lot better ever since you came along." A lone tear shed, falling across my face. Stop crying, face. STOP. "I've hurt you and I've screwed up a lot and I'm the bad guy, I'm selfish. I want what I want but I want you."

He was making me cry.

WHY WAS HE BEING SAPPY!? Too many poop faces needed today.

Then, out of nowhere, his hand found mine. In the most gentlest, sweetest way ever – Derek Hale held my hand.

I wonder what comes to there relationship now, because Abby still hasn't forgiven him yet. Hmmm. GOD DAMN IT ABBY! And anyways, I honestly love this chapter. I feel like best work I've done in a while. REVIEW!