It's The Same, Wherever You Go
Chapter Eight
Argent Vs. Winchester
The next day, Jaydra drove her Nissan Skyline over to Beacon Sports, ready to start her first shift of her first job ever. Well, one that wasn't hunting related.
She pulled into the back parking lot of the hunting store and locked said car before walking in and looking for her boss, James Butler. Glancing around the building, she sees his red hair over by the check out area and walks over.
"Hey James!" Jaydra greeted cheerfully, a large smile across her face.
The red headed manager raised an eyebrow at her eagerness, but sent her a small wave as she came over. "Ready for your first shift?" he asked, to which the hunter eagerly nods her head. "Okay, then I need you to stock the shelves over in the gun sections, particularly the ammo."
"Right," Jaydra says as she walks off and goes to work at stacking the shelves.
True, to any other worker, stacking shelves wasn't the best job ever, but to Jaydra it had a calming feel of normal in her usual hellish life.
ITSWYG
Throughout her work day, Jaydra mostly worked in the back room and stocking shelves, while James dealt with the customers. Just as she took her lunch break, Jaydra heard her phone ring from her back pocket. Raising an eyebrow, she takes out her phone and notices that she has ten text messages from Scott, and three missed calls.
"Good god, Pup," she mutters to herself, as she calls Scott back as she prepares her meal.
"JAY?!" Scott practically screamed on the other end of the line.
"No, the fucking Easter Bunny here," Jaydra muttered. "What do you need, Scott? I'm working."
"I know, I know! But it's important!"
"Is it life threatening?" Jaydra asked, leaning against the employee kitchen's counter.
"YES!" he shouted out. When Jaydra didn't say anything, Scott meekly asks, "What do you wear on a date?"
" . . . ." Jaydra was quiet for a solid six seconds before she sighed deeply. "I thought you said it was life threatening."
"It is to me!" Scott says. "I'm on a double date with Jackson and Lydia!"
Sighing, Jaydra rubbed her forehead. "Scott, I'm not the person you should ask this," she mutters. "I don't get a lot of dates, you heard Sir Jackass yesterday."
"Please, Jay," he pleaded. And even though Jaydra couldn't see it, she was one hundred percent sure he was using his puppy eyes. "I can't exactly ask Stiles his opinion, you've seen his clothing choices."
"Okay, okay," Jaydra finally conceded. "So you're going bowling, right? Just wear one of your darker colored shirts."
"Why those?"
"Because your eyes have these golden spots in them, and when you wear darker clothes, they make your eyes shine brighter than normal," Jaydra says, taking a bite of the lunch she brought. "And no, I don't sit there and constantly stare at your eyes. People's eyes are what I watch when they speak, to see if they're lying."
"Hunter trick?" Scott asked, a soft chuckle in his throat.
"Exactly. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to hang up on your ass and stuff my face. Later pup," Jaydra says, ending the call, and enjoying the remainder of her meal.
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Jaydra stole a glance at the clock and was amazed how quickly her work day was flying by. Only two more hours until she can leave. Her mind slowly went off to think about other things, mostly if Scott followed her advice about his clothing for his date, and if he's making Jackson look like a complete asshole.
The sound of the front door opening caused Jaydra to snap at attention. Her attitude was prepared to explain any weapon in the store to any customer. "Welcome to Beacon Shots, can I help you?" James gave the customer that walked in a large smile, ready to sell something.
"Yes," a voice says, making Jaydra's blood run absolutely cold.
She new that voice, and she had to bite the growl that wanted to rise in her throat. That voice belonged to one person only, Chris Argent.
"I'm looking for some good hunting shells," Chris says. "My two friends and I want to do some hunting this weekend."
"Alright," James says, and pointing the men in Jaydra's general direction. "I have an employee over that will help you with whatever you need." And within the span of two minutes, Jaydra was locking eyes with Chris Argent and his two goons.
Jaydra smirked, her green eyes daring Argent to say anything. "Hello, Mr.. Argent," she greeted with false politeness. "Need helping picking out shells?"
Chris just chuckles softly before his blue-green eyes narrowed at Jaydra. "As a matter of fact I do. I need to know what shells would be the best to hunt wolves."
Jaydra stiffened slightly, her eyes glaring at Chris. "Didn't know they were in season," she spat at the hunter.
"Haven't you heard?" he smirked at her. "There's a pup around, and sooner or later, they're going to screw up and need to be put down." Reaching out, Chris grabbed a box of shells and turned to walk away. "Oh, and by the way. Stay away from Derek Hale."
"Yeah, you need to stay with your own species anyway, kid," one of the goons says, smirking at Jaydra.
"Like you're prime example," Jaydra hissed. "Going with the choices I see here, I'll stick with Derek. He's more man than you three."
Chris turned and looked at her over his shoulder at Jaydra, who just continues to glare at him, until he walked away, his two goons leaving with him. Jaydra glanced back up at the clock on the wall. One hour, forty minutes until she gets to leave. And that means Scott was a good while into his date with Chris Argent's daughter.
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Finally getting off the clock at Beacon Shots, Jaydra climbs into her car. Just as she started the engine, she glanced at her phone and noticed a text message from John Stilinski. The bus driver was dead.
"We can't catch a break," Jaydra muttered and began driving down the road, to the gas station to fill up her car.
Once at the station, Jaydra climbed out of her car and filled up her tank, before running inside to get a few things of jerky and candy to munch on throughout the night. Just as she walked back out to her red Skyline, a black Camaro pulled up to the opposite side of the pump she had been using.
"Speak of the devil," she muttered and watched as Derek stepped out of the black beauty. "You know, if we keep meeting up like this, I'm going to assume you're stalking me."
"You wish," Derek growled out, a small smirk on his face. The dark haired beta glanced up at the sandy blond haired girl, and noticed something off about her. Though she sounds happy, Derek could hear her heart beat, and smell the aggravation that's just pouring off her. "You sound like you had a rough night."
"Rough doesn't do it justice," Jaydra muttered. "Argents just rubbed me the wrong way at work."
"Work? You got a case?" Derek asked as he put the gas nozzle back, and began screwing on the gas cap.
"No," Jaydra chuckled. "I got a job over at Beacon Shots."
Derek rolled his eyes and glanced over at Jaydra. "Fitting."
Just as Jaydra was about to open her mouth to smart off to Derek again, the sounds of two vehicles approaching put the two on full alert. Two vehicles moved in front and behind Derek's Camaro, effectively blocking him in.
"Jaydra," Derek growled out softly, his blue eyes looking over at the hunter. "Move behind me a bit."
"I can handle myself," Jaydra defended, her eyes zeroed in on Chris in his vehicle, as her fist clenched. "And I just want to talk to him."
Derek growled again as the Argents took their sweet climbing out of the vehicles. He wasn't in the mood to argue with the girl, as he grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. Jaydra ended up standing in between Derek and the passenger door on his car.
By this point, Chris Argent has finally got out of his car and looking over Derek's car. "Nice ride!" he praised, his fingers grazing over the black pain. "Black cars, though, are very hard to keep clean." Chris glanced up and smirked at the two pinned between the car and the gas pump. "I would definitely suggest a little more maintenance."
Derek and Jaydra both stayed quiet as they watched Chris with sharp eyes as he looked over the car.
Chris reached over and grabbed the window cleaner and began cleaning Derek's front windshield. "If you have something this nice, you want to take care of it, right?" he asked, glancing up at the two. "Personally, I'm very protective of the things I love. But that's something I've learned from my family." Once he said that word, Chris winced slightly and looked up at Derek with mock sympathy. "And you don't have much of that these days, do you?"
From where Jaydra was standing, she could hear the tiniest of growl that was rising from Derek's throat. Glancing down at his hand, Jaydra noticed that the beta was clenching his fist, no doubt his claws forming.
~That's what Argent wants,~ Jaydra thought to herself as she reached out and caught Derek's hand, who slowly began to relax.
"There we go," Chris smirked at the actions, before we put the windshield cleaner away. "Now you can actually see through your windshield now. See how that makes everything so much clearer?"
Derek watched as the head hunter began to walk away. "You forgot to check the oil," he says, a slightly snarl in the words.
Chris glanced back at the werewolf and chuckled, motioning to one of the other hunters. "Check the man's oil."
The smaller of the men nodded and walked over towards the front of Derek's black car, like he really was going to check the oil, only to stop by the driver's side window and smashing said window. "Looks good to me," he says, smirking at Derek.
Jaydra couldn't keep her tongue bitten at that action. She moved out from behind Derek, glaring at the Argents. "Still playing dirty, Argents?"
Chris rolled his eyes and looked at Jaydra. "You're sure one to talk, Jaydra," he chided gently. "The Winchesters are known for playing dirty."
The shorter hunter that smashed Derek's window looked at Jaydra with a look of shock. "This kid? A Winchester?" he laughed. "Must be one of the bastards that John left in his wake."
"FUCK YOU!" Jaydra screamed, moving to punch the shorter hunter in the face. Based off the sound his nose and cheek made as her fist connected, she broke his nose.
But as she finished delivering the blow to the hunter, Jaydra was barely able to detect the other Argent moving towards her. At the last moment, Jaydra dodged the attack that was aimed at her temple, and was hit on her left cheek. The blow busts Jaydra's lip, and based on how many bruises she's had, the hunter knew a bruise was going to be there soon.
"Alright, that's enough," Chris says, smirking slightly. "Let's go boys, and you two drive safely. Have a nice night."
The Argents all climbed into their respective vehicles and as they leave, Jaydra walks out and flips them the bird, before screaming out, "FUCKING DANDY DICK IDJITS!"
Derek walked over with a raised eyebrow. "Colorful language you have."
Jaydra didn't even retaliate with anything as she held her bruising cheek and hissed lightly. "Feels like I got hit by a kick back from a gun," she mutters, before laughing. "And that's exactly what John is going to think it is."
Derek rolled his eyes and reached into the shattered window of his car and pulled out a water bottle. "Put this on your face, it's still cold."
Jaydra took the water and rested it against her face and nearly moaned at how the cold felt against her cheek. "Thanks. What are you even doing out here anyway?" Jaydra asks.
"I went to the hospital, to check in on that driver," Derek explained.
Jaydra looked up at him. "He must've died right after you left," Jaydra muttered. "Scott knew that driver, and he still swears up and down that you're the one that bit him."
"Doesn't he know there's an Alpha around here?" Derek groaned out.
"I've told him plenty of times!" Jaydra defended, holding up the one hand that wasn't cradling the water bottle to her face. "But he still thinks that you're the only other werewolf here. And you know once he learns the driver's dead what he's going to do, right?"
Derek sighed and scratched at his head. "Come after me and declare me the killer."
"Exactly," Jaydra says, walking over to her car. "What are we waiting for? Let's go to your house and wait for the pup to arrive."
Derek rolled his eyes and walks to his car. "You, Jaydra Winchester, are going home. I can deal with Scott."
Jaydra glanced back and raised an eyebrow. "You ordering me around, Hale?"
"If I have too," the beta smirked a feral grin at her. "Get home and get some sleep."
"You act more like an alpha then a beta," Jaydra says before climbing into her car and driving off, and heading home.
After everything that happened that day, Jaydra was glad to walk into the Stilinski home and laying down in her bed. Once she fully relaxed, Jaydra fell into a dreamless state, mentally preparing herself for the upcoming problems that the alpha will cause.