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Chapter 37

Stiles

I kept seeing that blonde girl around the university, always walking away from Chase while he followed her like this deranged sheep. It happened all week...

I actually felt kind of sorry for her, but it was hard to focus on that when Chase was still being such an asshole – only snide little comments, but still.

It was Friday, April 4th, that I was walking through the halls of the university, heading towards my locker. Everything was going normal – well, as normal as they could go anyway – nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

And then I saw the blonde girl by her locker, not too far from mine, with Chase leaning on the lockers next to her.

I thought nothing of it; I had seen it a lot over the week. But the look on the girl's face and the emotions rolling off of her was enough for me to know that she was seconds away from exploding and, probably, strangling the douche.

"Come on, you know you want to. Just say yes." Chase grinned, leaning closer to her.

The girl slammed her locker shut, turning to face Chase, glaring at him with a fire in her eyes.

"I'm a lesbian, I have a girlfriend." she said, bluntly. "So, please, justleave. Me. Alone!"

With that, she walked off, coming in my direction. I watched as she walked past, the girl turning to look at me as she went by as well.

There was something about her... Something that I just couldn't quite put my finger on... But I knew she was different.

It wasn't even an hour later when I was walking through the university's parking lot. I saw the same blonde girl standing by a car, fists balled and glaring at the thick block red letters of the word 'FAGGOT' on the side of her white Chevy truck.

It was obvious it was Chase. I mean, the handwriting – paint-writing? – was the same as on Danny's car back in September. The paint was the exact same brand. Plus, considering what I had overheard earlier with him and that girl, with what she had told him, it was definitely something that he'd do.

What I didn't expect, though, was for the girl to grab a can of black paint and a paint brush, walking over to the car that everyone seemed to know was Chase's.

I don't know what I expected her to do with it, but I definitely didn't expect her to paint 'BIGOT' on all four sides of his car.

I had to admit, I was thoroughly impressed... I mean, it was extremely accurate!

So, sniggering to myself, quietly, I just carried on about my day, heading to my next lesson.

Of course, I should have known something else would happen later on. I mean, I was walking through the halls an hour later, with Isaac, when we saw Chase had cornered the blonde haired girl into a corner.

I think Isaac and I would have done something, stopped him... But it looked as if we didn't have to.

She was backed up against the lockers, arms folded over her chest, glaring up into Chase's eyes, mouth curled up into a snarl.

"What? You scared because I can get more ass than you?" she growled, spitting in his face straight after.

"Well... This is getting interesting." Isaac muttered.

It was at the end of the day, when everyone was leaving, that the Pack and I witnessed something extraordinary. More paint had been added to Chase's car as well as the girl's and, now, there seemed to be a kind-of-but-not-quite fight going on in the parking lot.

The girl slammed Chase onto the hood of her car, the car he had just started to spray again. The can in Chase's hand fell to the ground with a clatter, rolling away under the other vehicles until it hit a wheel further down. Chase slid to the ground, the girl's foot coming to rest on his chest to keep him down. Now, most people her size wouldn't have been able to do that... But, apparently, she was a hell of a lot stronger!

Intrigued, I – like the rest of the Pack – tuned my ears into what was being said.

"You will meet me at my girlfriend's shop." the blonde glared, taking a card out of her pocket. "Nine in the morning, sharp! Then, you will make an appointment and pay me to take that paint off of mine and your car. Do you understand?"

Of course, Chase being the dick he was didn't reply. So, it shouldn't really have been a surprise that the already angered girl hauled him up and twisted his arm behind his back, telling him to answer before she broke his wrist.

All he did was nod.

"She's a fucking psycho." Jackson whispered, a well concealed look of fright on his face.

All I could do was hum, whether in agreement or not I couldn't tell. No. All I could focus on at that moment was the scars on the girl's arms as the sleeve of her jacket rose up a little... I tilted my head slightly, frowning... She didn't seem like the type to – what am I saying, no one ever seems the type to self harm, but people do surprise you.

With a self satisfied nod to herself, the girl let go of Chase's arm, making him stumble before scurrying away. As she turned, she smiled over at us, looking the picture of innocence before bouncing off to her tagged car, getting in and driving away...

"Who is she?" Boyd asked.

Now, that was a good question...

Saturday was just like any other weekend: getting homework finished; helping the Pack with their homework; bitching with the Pack about how Harris couldn't give detentions since we were, you know, university students, yet somehow still gave them to me every so often; watching crappy TV and random movies...

You know, the stuff normal people do.

Of course, some of the Pack went to work: Boyd at a bakery, Isaac at the library, Danny at a computer shop and Scott at Deaton's. They were the only ones that wanted to go out and have part time jobs, just for the hell of it. I didn't really get, but in a way I did...

It was a way to still feel normal.

Of course, Scott had his job long before he became a werewolf and he really enjoyed it... Plus, Deaton was a cool guy.

Mental note: go see Deaton.

It was now though, a few hours after we had all gotten up, that we all felt this strong wave of stress.

But it wasn't coming from any of us.

Glancing at Derek, I found him glaring at the front door, heading through it before any of us could move. There was only a moment's hesitation before we were all running after him.

I couldn't help but love the feeling of being able to run again, feeling the wind in my hair and against my face... I had missed the rush I got with it, the way my heart beat sped up only slightly, the way I could be near enough soundless.

Being what society considered normal was nothing compared to being me.

I couldn't help but grin as I ran, going faster and faster, flying past everyone, until I was right next to Derek. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, taking in his profile... His nose was straight, only a slight bump at the end; the corner of his mouth turned down in an ever present frown that changed into a smile too little; his hair quaffed slightly, reminding me of the Kind of Rock, Elvis Presley; his ear at an angle that made it look slightly thinner at the end, almost resembling that of the point it took when he shifted.

Anyone who could see him would say he was gorgeous. How could they not?! I mean, out of everyone I had seen, he was one fit guy... Not to mentioned, his lips were surprisingly soft.

It was hard trying to remind myself that my feelings were tricking me. That they were a weakness. I couldn't let myself fall into another trap and ruin someone else's life.

Especially not Derek's.

He had lost way too much. I couldn't take any more away from him, he deserved more than that.

I mean, first he lost Paige. He lost the majority of his family. He lost his older sister. He lost his Uncle twice – luckily the second time Peter was revived he wasn't a psycho, hell bent on killing him. He had lost the carefree innocence that he used to have when we were kids.

I guess we both lost that last one, but it seemed even more tragic that Derek had lost it.

I couldn't hurt him more. I couldn't.

Quite far into the preserve, there was a car parked between the trees – a white Chevy truck, completely covered in the word 'FAG'.

What was she doing here?

We slowed down to a walk as we drew nearer, the Betas and I all glancing at each other, all of us thinking the same thing. Why was the blonde chick out here anyway?

The scent of stress grew stronger as we walked closer, spotting her standing just outside of the truck.

Everyone moved until a large circle was formed around her, trapping her in slightly. I couldn't help but notice how fidgety and on edge she was, trying to keep an eye on all of us as she stuck her right hand into the right pocket of her jeans.

"What the hell are you doing here?" she demanded.

"This is private property." Derek informed her, face as stoic as ever.

"It would be better for everyone if you just leave." Peter sighed, seemingly disinterested yet just as keen to get her away.

She just laughed. A full belly laugh that you would expect to come from someone watching Russell Howard on TV.

"No it isn't!" the girl replied, still giggling slightly. "The owners died, like, eight years ago. Besides, Derek and Laura Hale left, Peter Hale is in the hospital... So, go fuck yourselves. If you're here to rob me, I will kill you."

I couldn't help but laugh now. I mean, she was so skinny and small... I knew I shouldn't judge people based on the way they looked. I mean, I was stronger than I looked and people thought I was the weakest of the weak. But this girl just looked so small that I couldn't even begin to imagine her trying to take Lydia on in a fight.

The girl just glared at me.

However, her eyesight shifted as Derek walked closer to her, until he had her pinned loosely to her car – nothing like when he pulled that shit with me.

The anger rolling off of her was almost visible.

"Well, Derek Hale is back and this is private property." Derek growled. "So, get the fuck out, before I call the Sheriff."

He dropped her then, the girl stumbling slightly as she found her footing. I noticed the tell tale sign of someone trying to keep her cool, as she clenched her fists tightly, digging her nails into her hands.

We just stared at her, making sure she didn't try and attack the younger Hale while his back was turned.

All she did was turn around, making away to the driver's side of her truck, the last thing any of us heard her say being:

"Damn, gone for two years and you miss everything!"

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