. . . Sweet Dreams (maybe Thunder?) -By Yo-yo

Disclaimer: I don't own Wolf Lake, and that's because I watch so much damn TV that I'm not creative enough to think it up. So I'm suing the TV companies . . . ok, I'm not, but I have nothing else to say, so ttfn. ULTIMATE ROWING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BRING WOLF LAKE BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

. . . Sweet Dreams (maybe Thunder?)

"Hey Sophie, how goes lockdown?" Luke grinned from across the hall.

Ignoring him, she turned away from him heading straight towards first period.

"Hey Sophie, wait!" he called jogging up behind her. "When do you get off groundage?"

"Fuck off!" she scowled pushing him away from her.

Catching him by surprise, her shove knocked him back ten feet into a group of freshmen. She didn't even look back as she hurried towards Algebra.

Staring at the shadow of where she'd just stood, he gaped. She was strong. She was really Changing.

Lifting himself up, he didn't even bother to apologize to the mousy freshmen and took off after Sophie.

Sprinting into the classroom, he saw her sit down at her seat. Walking up to her, he glared. "What the hell was that?"

She didn't even look at him as she reached inside her bag for her book.

"Sophie." He said.

Just then Jamie came from behind and sat in the seat directly behind Sophia. Looking up at the disgruntled Luke, she shivered when he growled at her. "Get up." He ordered.

Sophie turned to her friend and growled back. "Stay, Luke Cates has no real power in this damn school, and this is your rightful seat." Then she turned towards Luke, "Go sit with your Bitch, I don't want you around me!"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Go away Cates, if my father heard about you being near me, he'd have your ass in a wink, so piss off."

He looked at her face. She didn't even look in his eyes as she swiveled away, tears in her eyes.

~***~

"So what's up with you and Luke?" Jamie asked while munching on a mustard drowned fry.

"Nothing's up with me and Cates." She sighed shoving another mouthful of yogurt in her mouth.

Ever since she began puking whenever food entered her stomach, she'd sworn off solids. Although she still puked every other night, it wasn't as horrible as before.

"Well if looks could kill, your great-great-great-great-grandchildren shouldn't even try to break from the womb, 'cuz they're fallin' right in the grave."

"Not funny." She groaned at the corny joke.

Rolling her eyes, she looked at her friend. For a while now something had been really troubling Sophia, even if she wouldn't admit it. Sophia had given up caring about her appearance. She'd grown irritable and secretive. Even though her schoolwork was still exceptional, she'd stopped pretending to care and just slouched through the day.

"Hon, what's been up with you really? You've been eating that disgusting stuff, you've stopped caring, you're really upset, and yesterday I heard you puking in the lavatory."

"I told you, I've been sick." She sighed.

"Are you trying to lose weight?" Jamie whispered, her Mediterranean blue eyes wide with disbelief.

"No, I'm not one of those girls on the cheerleading squad. My stomach's been really upset for a while. I can't keep anything down."

"Well this has been going on for a pretty long time. Maybe you should go see someone. It might be serious?"

"James, I'm fine." She smiled, "But thanks for lookin' out for me. You're a great friend."

"Yeah, well I did stay in my seat when Luke ordered me out. You should have heard my heart banging against my chest as I stared in his eyes!"

*I did.*

"Boy was he mad!"

"Cates is an egoTESTical asshole. Don't be intimidated by his whole bigger than the goddam universe front. He couldn't hurt a butterfly."

"That's what you say Ms. Amazon Princess. I heard of what you did to him this morning. And now I get why he was so pissed. But what I don't get is why are you?"

"Maybe I'm on my period or something." She lied. "He just said hey and I was ready to kill his ass."

"Well ya' know that girl he hangs with? I think her name is . . . Peppy? Well you should have seen her face during Chemistry today. She kept trying those slutty moves of hers to get him to notice her, but he just ignored her and stared at you the entire time. She was so pissed! You could almost feel the waves of anger emitting from that bitch."

Sophia sighed. Jamie was right; she too had felt Prestley's rage as it burned beneath her.

"He was staring at me the entire time?" she asked after a while of silence.

"Yeah, well in between the whole pushing what's-her-name away from him. I even saw her grab his thigh and inch close to his . . . uh . . . boy parts, and he didn't even notice. He was totally engrossed in you."

"He's just pissed I don't fall over him like the other girls do."

"Well I don't get why you don't, he's pretty hot, and it's obvious that he's into you." Jamie smiled.

"There's got to be more to a guy than a pretty face." She sighed.

"Oh, and you've found that in Scott?" she asked.

Sophia laughed.

"Well I'm not sure about you, but Luke's been really concerned. Just last week he stopped Adam in the hall and threatened to beat the hell out of him if he ever heard him talking about you again. I don't know what's up with you two, but he's acting as if you're his or something. I mean he's been really possessive for a while. And that bitch of his has been getting really pissed about it."

"He's mental."

~***~

She could feel his eyes on her skin, as if it were tangible, touching her with one long finger, feeling like a second skin. His beautiful eyes were saying things that he would never dare to utter in real life, and yet she would not turn around to meet them.

Sitting in the placid darkness, she felt anything but. Shifting in the uncomfortable blue plastic chair, she kept her eyes on the boring movie, secretly counting the seconds until class would be over and she would be let free of this prison.

She'd been tense all today. In every class that they shared, which was five out of seven, she was constantly feeling herself go hot in the face, either from embarrassment, anger, pleasure, or pure hatred. She'd dodged him in the halls, and kept far away from his table at lunch. She even went two minutes out of her way going to gym just so she wouldn't have to pass his locker, or see him leaving the locker rooms.

During class time she stared in her books as if she were terribly interested in whatever load of BS the teachers were babbling about. She even managed to fool her teachers into thinking she'd finally gotten back on track after a month of flippant interest.

By the time that she'd reached her last class, her body and mind felt haggard from having to control her every emotion every time that he showed up in the room. She was tired of pretending that everything was fine and that nothing was changing about her. And here she sat in History, staring at the documentary on the natives of Turkey as if they were the most fascinating people in the world while a hundred different emotions whizzed around in her head like dodge balls.

Suddenly the dismissal bell sounded, making her jump unexpectedly in her seat.

Grabbing her books, she dashed out of the room before anyone even stood up, and the teacher could recite the homework assignment.

Pushing past everyone, she made her way to her locker. Twisting in the combination as fast as she could, she tugged on the door, but found it locked shut. Sighing exasperatedly, she slowed down and began to twirl the three mundane numbers as carefully as possible.

22 - 4 - 26.

As soon as the boring manila locker door popped open, a white rose tumbled out with a letter wrapped around its stem. Guessing it was from Scott about their date the next night, she picked it up from the ground with a small smile on her face.

Opening the letter, she read,

Dear Sophia,

I'm not really proficient in color theory, so I wasn't sure what color rose meant what. As I stood before the lady florist, she was explaining it to me, but I couldn't pay much attention. All I could think of was your soft as rose petals lips, your light as air voice, your pure as snow and nature soul, and those eyes the color of chocolate that look past my front and sees the boy . . . and the man that I am destined to become.

I don't deserve you, and yet every part of me aches for you. I've made mistakes in my life, and all of them have taught me something. But there's one mistake I could never imagine making, and that's giving you up.

Look at that rose in your hand. You see how pure it looks on the outside, not one blemish to destroy its absolute perfect-ness. Yet as you un-tuck the petals, bursts of pink, yellow and orange stain the insides making it not only perfect, but also beautiful. . .

Gazing at the flawless rose, she slowly began to dissect its petals. She held the plant carefully in her hands, scared to destroy this little piece of heaven as she cautiously stared into its once concealed depths and uncover its secrets.

Her eyes grew wide with surprise as the center bursts with color, as if mimicking the sunset. Turning back to the letter, she continued Scott's beautiful words:

. . . When we are together, we are like that rose. Our relationship is perfect and carefully crafted, but underneath the exterior layers, we are still beautiful. Even when I can't believe it, the truth is, we're perfect for one another, and even through all those layers of complications that make our relationship almost impossible, there is a beauty inside of us that we both create together.

I just wanted to give you a piece of myself as I watch you sulk through the halls with your usually bright face dipped in despair and those expressive eyes dull from some unspeakable pain. I hope that I have brought a bright spot in your endless days, making that adorable lopsided smile of yours curl your lips and bring the sparkle back to your eyes.

Hoping that all the pieces fall into place, Your Secret Admirer . . .

Pushing her hair out of her face, she pressed the flower to her nose, relishing in the light scent of rose and earth. Brushing the petals against her lips, she wondered why she hadn't noticed how passionate Scott was before? He never spoke like this, as if he had something other in his head than football.

Suddenly someone tapped her shoulder.

"Yeah." She smiled, forgetting to be upset.

"Hey Sophia, are we still on for tonight?"

"Yeah, what did you expect after that note?"

"What note?"

"Didn't you send this rose?" she asked bringing the rose to him.

"No, should I have?"

"Who in the hell sent me this damn note?" she asked turning, tears forming in her eyes.

Taking the note from her hands, he read it over quickly. " 'Your Secret Admirer'?"

"Who in the hell would be cruel enough to play that damn joke on me?" she sighed stuffing books in her locker.

"Look Sophia, don't fret about the jackass that sent you this, you're a great girl, and whoever this sick bastard is would be lucky as hell to have you." He smiled.

"Thanks." She smiled weakly not feeling any better about this. She was sure he'd repeated the same line to some other girl at some point.

Taking the note from his hand, she slammed her locker door and put her back to the locker.

"Ok, so we still on for tomorrow night?"

"Yeah." She smiled tugging on her messenger bag.

"Great!" he grinned turning around and leaving.

Just as he said the latter, Luke came walking up the hallway, his eyes livid with anger. She knew that he'd heard the conversation with his sharpened wolf hearing.

"Didn't I tell you that you couldn't go out with him?" he growled.

"I haven't Changed yet, Alpha!"

"What is up with you? Why are you so shady?"

"Can you leave me alone please? I don't feel very good." She lied not able to look at him.

"Do you need my help, I mean if you can't come to my house, I could come to yours."

"No."

"But Soph-"

"Look Luke, my Dad will kick your ass, plus I'm a little pissed right now, so can I just be by myself?"

"Yeah, whatever." He sighed turning around and leaving.

~***~

Smearing the scarlet color smoothly over her lips, she puckered up, and then blotted. Next she drew out a dark pencil and carefully outlined the rims of her eyes, giving the illusion that they were wider. Then she brushed dark make-up over her eyelids and applied mascara, accentuating her soulful eyes. Last she dusted a tiny bit of blusher over her cheeks, accentuating her cheekbones.

Leaning away from the mirror, she smiled back at her reflection. She looked hot; and the make-up was a definite improvement from her red-rimmed eyes, her ghostly pale skin, and her thinning figure.

Entering her room, she scrutinized herself in the full-length mirror. The red tank top that she wore was low cut, but not low enough to embarrass her. The dark jeans she wore fit smugly, flattering her every curve. She thanked god she didn't like to throw things away, because none of her current jeans would fit this nicely on her slimmer frame. Draped over her shoulders was a stylishly cut denim jacket with large folded cuffs. And on her feet were simple white sneakers.

With her sharpened wolf hearing, she could already hear his vintage '58 Ford truck wander down the road towards her house. Judging by how faint it sounded in her ears, it was about two blocks away.

Grabbing her lip-gloss, she shoved it in her jeans pocket and left the room.

"Is he here yet?" Sheriff Donner asked setting down the Wolf Lake Morning Post.

"Not yet." She replied leaning down to hug him. "But I'm gunna' meet him out front."

"Don't you want him to meet your dear ol' Dad?" he smiled teasing her.

"Not really." She smiled. "Maybe next time. I don't want him to be scared because the Sheriff showed him his gun collection and promised to use his biggest gun if he stepped out of line."

"I wouldn't show him my BIGGEST, maybe just my regular one." He grinned. "Don't you like being protected?"

"Why are all the men in my life so damn protective?" she cried throwing up her arms in frustration.

"Men?" her asked, the grin wiped off his face.

"Well, ya' know . . ." she sighed looking away, " . . . uh, you . . . and Sherman, although he won't admit it, he keeps an eye out for me. And your friend, Mr. Khanin, whenever I'm even the tiniest bit upset, he immediately wants to know who did it." She lied. Then she finally looked up at him with one of her innocent smiles. "Dad, I really think you need to find him a girlfriend, 'cuz his obsession with Ruby is really starting to suffocate everyone else."

He sighed and accepted her explanation. "Yeah, well ya' know John. That man has a one track mind."

"Well uh, he's here." She smiled turning to leave just as the horn bellowed through the opened windows.

"Ok. I'll be gone when you get back. But call me at work the moment you get in. You're still grounded."

"Yes Father." She smiled hugging him one last time before exiting.

Jogging lightly to Scott's truck, she got into the passenger's seat and got comfortable.

"Wow, you look great!" He smiled, as he looked her over, his eyes stopping briefly on her tightly clad long legs.

"Well what did you expect, I'd look like a slob?"

"Well, ya' know for the last couple of weeks you've been really . . . low maintenance. You haven't even done your hair."

"I'm grounded, so I guess I was in kinda' a funk."

"That long? When do you finally get off?"

"Indefinitely."

"Wow, indefinitely! What did you do to get that?"

"Don't really want to talk about it. But it definitely wasn't worth it." She sighed thinking back to the night of her first run.

"Well if you're still grounded, why did your Dad let you go out with me?"

"I will not try to begin to wonder what goes on in the minds of men." She grinned.

*I've tried that and all I got was a meaningless kiss and about a hundred lies.*

"Well let me give ya' a clue, for teenage guys, it's sex."

Her eyes grew wide. "I hope that's not what you're expecting from me. 'Cuz you sure as hell ain't gunna' get it."

"No." He laughed. "I was just joking. I wouldn't expect that on a first date."

*Or a twentieth, well not with me anyway!*

"Yeah, so what are we doing tonight?"

"Well, since you work at the diner, I thought it'd be in bad taste to take you to Caroline's. So instead of taking you to a fancy dinner, which you clearly aren't dressed for, I made us a picnic. And afterwards someone's hosting a party up in the woods, and I was hoping that we could go there?"

*I bet Luke and Prestley will be there pressed against a car, fucking each other.*

"Yeah, I'm fine with that." She lied.

"Great." He smiled before zooming towards the edge of the woods.

After dinner, they cleaned everything up and drove towards the other side of the woods. Soon torchlights were visible and rock music could be heard through the trees. When they finally came to the opening where about a hundred teens hung around drinking, smoking and talking.

Exiting the truck, Scott guided her towards a group of his friends.

"Hey guys, uh, this is Sophia Donner, ya' know the Sheriff's daughter."

She winced at the latter. "Sheriff's daughter" that's how she'd always be known.

A tall burly guy laughed. "Oh, the virgin!"

She didn't say anything as her eyes narrowed and she glared at him dangerously.

"Hey Duncan, lay off of her. Her Dad's got a gun."

"And he's taught me how to use it." She smiled smugly.

"Whatever." Duncan smiled fakely and walked off.

"Don't mind him, he's just big talk." Scott told her. "So uh, do you want something to drink?"

"Yeah, thanks." She smiled pushing her hair out of her face.

"You stay here, and I'll get you something."

"Ok."

When he left towards the makeshift table on one of the backs of the trucks, she looked around. She recognized some of the kids, but most were complete strangers from neighboring schools. There were a couple of girls sitting on the hood of a car, generously sharing a couple of bottles of Absolute Vodka that she knew were cheerleaders. Standing beside a tree with his body shielding a young girl from view was Sean, Luke's best friend. Dancing in a small group was a girl from her Art class named Nelly. And glaring back at her from a dark huddle of trees was Luke.

Returning back to her, Scott gave her a plastic cup of punch and grinned.

Smelling the spice of alcohol lacing the punch before even bringing the drink to her lips, she looked at it. Smiling back to Scott, she lifted it up in a toast and glanced at Luke before swallowing a large gulp.

"Wow!" she grinned as the alcohol burned the back of her throat as she downed it.

"Yeah." Scott grinned taking a sip of his cup.

"If I had a cold, that one drink would have cleared it all up!"

"Powerful stuff, huh?"

"Yeah." She smiled wrapping both her hands around the plastic cup.

"Wanna' dance?" he smiled leaning a little closer to her.

"Sure." She smiled taking another drink before letting him lead her towards the makeshift dance floor.

Slowly she felt the alcohol spread through her body, giving her an unusual burst of energy. Letting her mind drift away into oblivion, she let the music take over, letting her body sway with the rhythm of the drums.

As she swayed next to Scott, she knew she wasn't drunk. The alcohol hadn't even begun to buzz in her veins yet, it just gave her energy.

Stepping away from him, she took another drink and set it on the back of one of the cars. Her skin began to cool as she slipped off her jacket, revealing her tight tank top. As soon as her bare arms escaped the stiff fabric, Scott gasped, his eyes drawn directly to her chest.

Returning to him, she smiled and put her arms around his neck.

"Damn Sophia." He grinned pressing closer to her lithe body, and placing his hand on her ass.

From a distance she could hear the low growl of Luke through the blaring music. Disregarding it, she moved closer to Scott, making sure that Luke knew that she wasn't going to be owned by anyone.

~***~

Watching her from the shadows of the trees, his eyes narrowed on her dancing figure. Trying to keep the animal in check, he only let the low guttural growls escape his lips.

The way that she moved with him, his body rubbing against hers, his eyes praising her body, and his scent bathing her was making his blood boil. The thought that she could actually be attracted to this inadequate meatboy made him pray that she was just drunk and didn't know what she was doing.

The song finally ended and the meatboy draped his arm around her as he pulled her towards someone's truck. Watching intently, he saw as the meatboy gently backed her into the truck. Reaching out an arm, he effectively trapped her from view. Slowly he leaned forward and placed a kiss to her lips.

That was the final straw!

Stepping forward, he knocked people out of his way as he hurtled towards the kissing couple. Grabbing the meatboy by the collar, her flung him back twenty feet against a tree trunk. Ignoring the sickening thud as the meatboy hit the tree trunk and dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes, he turned to her, his eyes glowing gold.



TBC. . .

A/N: hey guys, hoped you liked this one, keep reviewing, I like them. The next one's coming up soon.