Hey guys, what's up? I know it's been a few weeks since I last updated. I have been busy with school and my laptop broke so I'm using my dad's computer, but I'm back! So yeah, here's chapter 3!

"92… 93… 94… 95… Natalie, you are so close! Don't you dare give up on me now!"

Panting like a dog, the redhead held herself up with her hands. With narrow brown eyes she glared up at Danny Mahealani, her lovable gay friend who she was now starting to hate passionately.

"Remind me again why I agreed to do this?" Natalie quipped sassily.

"Because you need to strengthen your biceps for baseball this season," Danny answered. He pointed to Natalie's wobbling arms. "You look like you're about to collapse at any second now!"

Instead of coming up with a witty comeback, Natalie groaned through her gritted teeth as she struggled to hold herself up in this grueling position. Danny rolled his eyes and placed his hands on his hips. Then an idea struck his brain.

"Finish up and I'll buy you some Kit-Kats."

The promise of her favorite candy caused the excited gleam in her eyes. Natalie finished her last five push-ups, collapsing when she reached one hundred. Slowly, she got herself off the gym floor, pumped her fists in the air, and let out a victory yell.

"I AM THE MASTER COMMANDER!" Natalie yelled out, earning a few awkward stares from the other people at the gym. Noticing how the gym got quiet all of a sudden, she looked around. "What? Have you not heard of Olan Rogers? The guy on YouTube?" Not even bothering to wait for a response, she shook her head in disappointment. "Uncultured swine…"

Rolling his eyes once again, Danny pulled Natalie into the break room, which was filled with benches and vending machines. Natalie sat down on one of the benches as Danny bought a couple of items from the machine. He then sat down next to the redhead and handed her a Kit-Kat, which she accepted gratefully. Danny shook his head and chuckled as Natalie broke off a bar and chomped on it.

"So," Natalie said as she broke off another Kit-Kat, "you're going to Lydia's party tomorrow night, right?"

"Yeah, are you?"

Natalie raised an eyebrow. "Must I remind you who you're talking to?" She gasped excitedly as she grabbed onto Danny's arm. "Please tell me that you're bringing that guy that you've been talking to all during break! I need to meet him already so I can make sure that he's right for my Danny boy!"

"You're such a weirdo," Danny chuckled, "And yes, I'm bringing him. Although I'm starting to think that's not such a good idea." Than earned him a punch in the arm from Natalie. He continued to chuckle as he rubbed the spot that she punched. "What about you? Who are you bringing to the party?"

"No one," Natalie answered, shrugging her shoulders.

"Really? What about Stiles?"

Breaking off another Kit-Kat bar, Natalie said, "What about him?" the only response she got from Danny was a laugh. It was putting the redhead on edge. "Why are you laughing?"

"Oh come on, Nat!" Danny chuckled, "You can't deny that there's something going on between the two of you." When on of Natalie's eyebrows rose, he let out an exasperated sigh. "Dude, the chemistry between you and Stiles couldn't be any more obvious. You two are totally into each other."

Brown doe eyes grew wide in worry. "Is it really that obvious that I like Stiles?"

"Oh yeah. Big time."

A whine left Natalie's mouth as she rested her head in her hands. Great… If other people can see it, there was a very strong possibility that Stiles could, too. Then again, Stiles had always been clueless when it came to his surrounding, which was most likely for the best. But Natalie still found it mortifying that people could tell that she had a thing for him. That information could easily travel to Stiles, which scared the crap out of her.

"Is it really that bad that people know?" Danny asked her.

"Yes!" Natalie exclaimed, "I'm putting our friendship on the line here! If he finds out that I like him, he will reject me and our friendship will be destroyed! I'll be so humiliated that I'll have to dye my hair blonde, change my name to Sally, move out of the country, and raise llamas!"

Now Danny was looking at Natalie like she was insane. Which she kind of was, if she had to be honest. "Are you sure you never took drama?"

"Pfft!" Natalie shook her head. "Hell no! I couldn't stand to be in the same room with those kids for more than five minutes. There's too much… 'drama' in there, if you know what I mean." She couldn't help but smirk at her own dumb joke.

If the redhead could high-five herself, she would. Even though puns may be extremely corny and ridiculous, Natalie had no shame in using them whenever the opportunity was given. However, Danny wasn't so impressed. Instead he rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"I don't even know why the hell I'm friends with you," he said as he stood up and walked out of the break room.

Natalie gasped like the comment had offended her. "Hey, don't hate me because you can't date me!" When Danny didn't respond, she left the room to go chase him down. "Danny, get back here! It's time for payback for those push-ups!"

The next morning, Terri let Natalie take her car to school since she had the day off of work. It was time that Natalie got a car since she finally passed her driving test, but her parents told her that a car wasn't in their budget at the moment. Or so they said. For now, Natalie had to either rely on Stiles for a ride or take her mom's car when she didn't have to go to work. It was a bit annoying that she didn't have a car on her own so she could avoid the trouble, but it'll do for now.

Since Natalie took her mom's car to school, she told Stiles that he didn't need to pick her up at her house. After she dropped off Zach at school, Natalie decided to be a good friend and get some Starbucks for Stiles and herself. She balanced the coffee tray with one hand as she opened her locker with no struggle. Praising herself, she pulled out her English book.

"Natalie!"

Said girl cringed at the loud call. She turned around and saw Stiles running down the hall towards his best friend. By the look on his face, Natalie could tell that he was panicking about something, but she still found his facial expressions comical. He obviously didn't see the 'CAUTION: WET FLOOR' sign from where the janitor mopped earlier so Stiles slipped in the puddle and landed on his rear. Natalie rolled her eyes, shut her locker, and jogged over to her fallen friend, trying not to spill the coffee. She took his hand and pulled him up.

"Whoa, dude," Natalie said when she saw Stiles panting hard from running, "You really need to start going to the gym with me more."

"I'll pass," Stiles wheezed, "The gym is for losers." Natalie punched him in the arm. "OW!"

"You still think that the gym is for losers?" Natalie challenged.

Stiles slightly pouted as he rubbed his sore arm. "No… sorry."

"Apology accepted. Now why do you have so much energy when it's almost eight in the morning?"

"I was listening in on my dad's phone call earlier-"

Groaning, Natalie pinched the bridge of her nose. "Dude, when are you ever gonna learn that all that does is get your ass into trouble?"

Stiles glared at her. "Will you just listen to me, woman?" He waited until he was sure that Natalie wasn't going to interrupt him and then he continued. "As I was saying, the fiber analysis came in and they were saying that there was hair on the body that they found the other night."

"Uh huh. And you're telling me this because…"

Stiles leaned in a little closer to Natalie and lowered his voice so no one else could hear him. "Nat, they were wolf hairs."

Good thing that Stiles had cat-like reflexes because when Natalie went into shock, the coffee slipped out of her hand but Stiles caught it before it could hit the ground. It looked like Natalie's eyes were going to pop out of her head because they were so wide.

"You're joking," Natalie hoped. When she realized that he wasn't, she let out a sigh and ran a hand through her red velvet hair. "Did you tell Scott?"

"I haven't seen him yet," Stiles answered, "When I saw you, I knew that I had to tell you right away."

"Well, I'm glad you did. And when we see Scott, we have to tell him right away because this might have to do with that bite he got."

Stiles nodded. "Definitely." Then he eyed the coffee in his hands. "Is one of these mine?" In his right hand was the drink that Natalie bought for him, which had his name written on the cup. He raised it up to his lips and took a sip. Instantly he spit it out and stuck out his tongue. "What the hell is this?!"

"It's coffee," Natalie answered, "What else would it be?"

"It tastes like shit!" Stiles exclaimed, "It's like there's no caffeine in this whatsoever!"

"That's because it's decaf." Her best friend let out a not so manly squeak. "Trust me, Stiles. You out of all people should not have sugar or caffeine at all. You just proved that to me five minutes ago."

After thrusting the horrid drinks back in Natalie's hands, Stiles accusingly pointed a finger at the redhead. "You are an evil human being!"

Rolling her brown eyes, Natalie tossed Stile's rejected coffee in the trash and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "Don't get your panties in a bunch, Stilinski. But we should probably go look for Wolf Boy and tell him what's up." She grabbed Stiles's hand and dragged him around the school to search for Scott.

Oh god. This was bad. This was really bad. If Stiles wasn't panicking earlier, he felt like he could have a heart attack at any minute. He and Natalie didn't get a chance to talk to Scott until the scrimmage game after school, but even then Scott was too focused on making first line to even talk to them. Together Stiles and Natalie watched nervously as Scott made incredibly spectacular shots. He even threw some tricks and flips in the game, not stopping even once for a breather or a puff from his inhaler. And the real kicker: he ended up making first line!

Everyone who watched was amazed and excited for Scott, except for Jackson who just looked downright pissed. Stiles and Natalie would've been proud if they didn't know that something was wrong. A year ago, Scott wouldn't have been able to play throughout half the game without losing his stamina, let alone do a front flip over one of the other players! His best friends knew this better than anyone, so they had every right to be suspicious.

Now Stiles was sitting at his computer after making a couple of trips to the library. Ever since he had been home, he had been going through endless amounts of research of lycanthropy. Some of the information he found was outstanding! It was also a bit scary and he started to worry about Scott even more. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard someone knock on his door. He fell out of his chair and rushed to the door to find Natalie on her phone on the other side.

"Hey, I got here as soon as I could. Traffic was a bitch so I- whoa!" Stiles pulled Natalie in his room and shut the door behind her. "Dang, Stiles. Forcing me into your room," she joked with a smirk on her face, "At least buy me dinner first."

The boy's jaw went slack. How the hell was he supposed to respond to a suggestive remark by his best friend/the girl of his dreams? Granted she was only kidding, but still!

"What? That's not why I… I just…" He shook all of the dirty thoughts out of his head. "No! Stop throwing me off guard! This is an emergency!"

"I'll say," Natalie said as she looked around at the many books scattered around Stiles's room. "Why does it look like a tornado came through your room? Or like a library threw up in here?"

"Because," Stiles answered as he sat back down in his chair, "I've been doing some research."

One by one, Natalie started reading the titles on the books on Stiles's bed. "Lycanthropy for Dummies… Full Moon Blues… So You Think You're a Wolf… Hmm, I'm sensing a theme here."

"This is not the time to be funny, Nat!" Stiles exclaimed, "People's lives could be in danger!"

"Stiles, what the hell are you talking about? And why are you looking up all of this information about…" Then it dawned on her. "If this is about the wolf hairs and the bite mark I am one phone call away from sending you to the looney bin."

"But Natalie," Stiles said as he grabbed one of the books and walked towards her, "everything adds up. Look at this." He opened the book and flipped through the pages to find something specific. He then handed the book to Natalie and she took a good look at the bloody crescent shaped mark on the page. "Looks familiar, doesn't it?"

"Scott's bite mark…" The redhead looked up at her best friend in bewilderment. She didn't want to believe it. It was all just too surreal to be true. On the other hand, it all made sense. She started to skim through the book and found all sorts of facts that were accurate with this situation. "This is way too crazy. But then again, it does explain a lot."

"Plus, Scott did say that he heard a wolf howling. You remember that, right?"

Slowly, Natalie nodded her head. With a slam, she closed the book and tossed it on Stiles's bed. "Okay, I believe you. But it's not me that you have to convince."

"I know," Stiles agreed, "Which is why you are texting Scott to come over while I do some more research. Now chop chop. We haven't got all day."

With a roll of her eyes, Natalie did as she was told. After she texted Scott, she joined Stiles at the computer to continue their research. It was actually more like Stiles was doing all of the work. All Natalie did was give Stiles Adderall when he asked for them, which was more than he should have.

For what seemed like the hundredth time, Stiles titled his head back and said, "Adderall me," before opening his mouth.

Natalie opened up the pill bottle and took out a capsule. "Uhh, Stiles, I think you should probably cut back on this stuff."

"Life or death, Natalie," the boy sassed, "You decide." He then opened his mouth again, waiting for Natalie to put the pill in his mouth.

Groaning in annoyance, Natalie dropped the Adderall in Stiles's mouth. "I can't believe this is what my life has come to," she grumbled. She then continued to watch Stiles on his computer, hitting her head on his desk a couple of times.

Thirty minutes later the best friends heard a knock on Stiles's door. As Natalie was staring at one of the pages Stiles printed out in horror, the boy got up and opened the door. Standing in the hall was Scott with his phone in his hand.

"Get in," Stiles said as he went back to his desk and gathered up all of the papers lying around. "You have to see this. Natalie and I have been reading. Websites, books, all of this information…"

Scott took off his jacket and tossed it on Stiles's bed. "How much Adderall have you had today?"

"Uhh… maybe two…"

"Eight."

Stiles glared at Natalie and she gave him a knowing look. He rolled his eyes. "A lot. It doesn't matter. Just listen."

"Is this about the body?" Scott asked, "Did they find who did it?"

"Not, they're still questioning people. Even Derek Hale-"

"Seriously, why the hell doesn't my dad tell me anything?" Natalie wondered out loud, almost offensively.

But no one paid attention to her. "They guy from the woods…" Scott trailed off.

"Yeah," Stiles said, "but that's not it, okay?"

"What then?"

"Scott, do you remember the joke that Stiles and I made the other day? You know, about the 'grr'?" Natalie mimicked the claws that Stiles had made that day. "Well, that's not a joke anymore."

Scott clearly didn't understand, so Stiles specified. "The wolf. The bite in the woods. Do you even know why a wolf howls?"

"Should I?" Scott asked.

"It's a signal. When a wolf is alone, it howls to signal its location to the rest of the pack. So if you heard it howling that means there's others. Maybe a whole pack of them."

"A pack of wolves?"

"No." Then Stiles added in a serious tone, "Werewolves."

Now Scott was becoming agitated. He knew that he heard a wolf howling out in the woods. But a werewolf? Even he wasn't that dumb enough to believe that nonsense!

"You're seriously wasting my time with this?" he said, "You know I'm picking Allison up in an hour."

"We saw you on the field, Scott," Stiles told him, referring to himself and Natalie, "What you did wasn't just amazing. It was impossible."

"So I made a good shot," Scott snapped. Seriously, what was the big deal?

"No, you made an incredible shot. The way you moved- the speed, your reflexes… People can't do that overnight. And then there's the hearing, the senses, and don't think that I haven't noticed you don't need your inhaler anymore. You haven't used it since that night."

Scott looked down at Natalie, who had been quiet most of the time sitting on Stiles's chair. "Do you actually believe this?"

The redhead pushed her hair out of her face. "Scotty, I know that this is beyond insane, believe me. But you have to admit, all of the signs are there. This is some serious and scary shit you're dealing with here."

That was enough. Scott shook his head in disbelief. "I can't think about this right now. We'll talk tomorrow, okay?"

"Tomorrow?!" Stiles exclaimed, "Don't you get it? The full moon is tonight!"

"What are you two trying to do?!" Scott accused, "I just made first line. I have a date with a girl I can't believe actually wants to go out with me. Everything in my life is somehow perfect! Why are you trying to ruin it?!"

"We're just trying to help you, Scott!" Natalie yelled back. Now she was started to get annoyed with her best friend. "You've been cursed! And it's not only the full moon that causes you to change. It's also when your bloodlust will be at its peak."

"Bloodlust?"

"The urge to kill."

"I'm already starting to have an urge to kill, Natalie." The look on Scott's faced expressed those emotions. As he took a step towards Natalie, she slightly cringed, gradually becoming more afraid of her best friend.

Stiles flipped through another book. "You need to hear this. The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse. And I've never seen anyone raise your pulse like Allison does. You have to cancel your date. You have to call her."

When Scott wasn't looking, Natalie grabbed his jacket from Stiles's bed and dug through its pockets. After she finally found what she was looking for, she pulled out Scott's phone and scrolled through his contact list. Scott saw this and his eyes grew wide.

"Natalie, what are you doing!" he exclaimed.

"I'm cancelling the date."

"Give it to me!"

The boy yanked the phone out of Natalie's hand harshly. Fear was evident in her eyes when Scott glared at her and she could've sworn that his eyes flashed yellow. Scott was about to shove her against the wall. Stiles couldn't let his best friend hurt the girl he loved so he pushed Natalie so she fell on the bed. Now Stiles was in her previous spot so Scott shoved and pinned him against the wall. Scott looked like he was about to punch him, but he instead lashed out on Stiles's chair, sending it flying across the room, almost like it was weightless. Breathing heavily, Scott slowly drifted out of his angry state. His eyes grew wide at the mess he made and the terrified look on his best friends' faces. What the hell had he done?

"I didn't mean to do that," he said softly, almost inaudibly. He goes to pull Stiles up from the floor, but he flinches away. "I'm sorry… I gotta get ready for that party." He grabbed his jacket from Stiles's bed, where Natalie was still shaking. Scott had never seen her look so frightened before so knowing that was the cause of that broke his heart. "I'm sorry." Then he ran out of the room as fast as he could.

As soon as Scott was out the door, Stiles immediately got up and ran over to Natalie. He started to check her everywhere, placing his hands on her face and arms. "Are you okay, Nat? Did he hurt you?"

Slowly, Natalie nodded her head. "No, he didn't touch me. I'm okay." Stiles wrapped his arms around her waist as she wrapped hers around his neck. Her eyelids closed and let Stiles's warmth take over and secure her. After a few moments, Natalie's eyes opened back up and grew wide when she looked at the other side of the room. "But I don't think your chair is."

Huh? Stiles pulled out of Natalie's embrace and walked over to his chair. He stood it up straight and was taken aback by what he saw.

Claw marks. They were gashed through the back of his chair, creating ribbons out of the fabric. Natalie got up from the bed and crouched next to Stiles to get a better look. She tugged on a ribbon and when she let go they both watched as it sprung back into place.

"Party on, Wayne?" Natalie said to Stiles, quoting one of their favorite movies.

With determination, Stiles faced his best friend and nodded his head. "Party on, Garth."

"Stiles, if you call me one more time I will seriously suffocate you in your sleep."

"Well I wouldn't have to bug you if you would just hurry your ass up!" Stiles argued with Natalie over the phone. He was waiting outside of Natalie's house so he could take her to the party with him. Impatience was taking over the boy since he had been waiting in his jeep for about thirty minutes and he was starting to get snappy. "What the hell is taking you so long?"

Natalie snorted on the other end. "In case you've forgotten, I'm still a girl and I do take pride in how I look. Just hold on a second!"

Groaning, Stiles rested his head on his steering wheel. "I swear to god, Nat, if you're not in my jeep in five minutes or less I will leave and you will have to find another way to- holy shit!"

The phone dropped out of Stiles's hand as he heard a knock on the passenger window, making him jump. Natalie was glaring at him, waiting for him to unlock the door. When he did, the redhead climbed in the jeep and buckled in.

"Man, you have no patience whatsoever," Natalie grumbled as she smoothed out her outfit, "What do you think? Too casual?"

Stiles looked over at the girl sitting next to him. Casual, yes. But damn, did she look hot! Natalie's outfit was nowhere near skimpy, but it did frame her body perfectly. Her dark grey sweater highlighted her curves in the right way and the holes on the sleeves gave Stiles a great glimpse of Natalie's toned arms. Since her light-washed jeans hung low on her waist, a hint of midriff peeked out, but not overly so. Red velvet locks were curled to perfection and Stiles that the light grey beanie on the top of her head was a great touch. The look was completed with grey combat boots, which screamed 'badass'. Was there anything that this girl couldn't pull off?

"No, not at all," Stiles answered, "I think you look great, actually."

God, Natalie hoped that she wasn't blushing because that would be totally embarrassing, especially in front of Stiles. "Thanks. So should we get going? We wouldn't want Wolf Boy to torture everybody at the party."

"Yep. Let's do this."

It didn't take long for them to arrive at Lydia Martin's house. Just by the booming of the bass in the music and happy shouts from the partygoers they could tell that the party was in full swing. Stiles led Natalie to the backyard. Everyone back there was dancing, drinking, or swimming in the pool. Natalie could see from the corner of her eye Lydia with her legs hooked around Jackson's waist as they made out. The redhead gagged at the sight. If she didn't know any better, she could've sworn that he was taking her right there on the wall.

The two best friends headed over to the drinks. Stiles handed Natalie a Mike's Hard Lemonade before grabbing a beer for himself. As Natalie pressed the bottle to her lips and took a swig, she looked around at the scene before her. Once again, Lydia had outdone herself with this shindig. Finally she spotted Scott and Allison on the dance floor. Natalie couldn't have been happier for her best friend. He finally landed himself a girl! Natalie also couldn't deny that she was feeling a little bit jealous since she couldn't be with the one guy that she had feelings for.

Stiles could tell that Natalie was feeling distressed. "Hey." He bumped his hip against Natalie's, making her look up at him. "You okay?"

She nodded her head reluctantly. "Yeah, I'm just… worried about Scott, that's all," she lied, "He could probably maim any one of these people at any minute."

Natalie was about to take another drink until Stiles took the bottle out of her hand and set their drinks on the table next to them. Her eyebrow rose as he looked down at her. "Let me help you take your mind off of that." He held his hand out to Natalie. "Dance with me."

No need to ask her twice. Natalie happily placed her hand in Stiles's and she let him pull her onto the dance floor with techno music blasting from the speakers. Once he found a good spot for them, Stiles began to dance. Actually it looked more like he was having a seizure with the way his arms were flailing and his legs were wobbling. Natalie couldn't contain her laughter at the sight.

"Stiles, what the hell are you doing?"

"What do you mean?" he said, "I'm dancing!"

Natalie shook her head. "It looks like you're being electrocuted," she laughed. She grabbed Stiles's hands to get him to stop moving. "First, put your hands right here." She placed them on her hips. When she wrapped her arms around Stiles's neck, he almost fainted at the physical contact. "Then just move along with the music. It's that easy."

Following Natalie's instructions, Stiles began to dance, well, less spastically. True, he wasn't the best dancer, but Natalie looked satisfied so that worked out well for him. Stiles felt that Natalie was too far from him so he pulled the redhead closer so that their chests were pressed together. Natalie was definitely not expecting that, but she loved it. This wasn't the first time they've danced together, but it was the first time they have so… intimately. You could practically feel the sexual tension radiating from the two best friends, it was almost too much to ignore. It was funny to Natalie in some way because she always made fun of those couples who grind like horn dogs on the dance floor. But who would ever have guessed that she would've enjoyed this so much?

From Stiles's perspective, he was in heaven. Here he was at one of the biggest parties in Beacon Hills's history, dancing with the love of his life so dangerously close. It was almost too good to be true. Stiles lowered his head so he and Natalie were just inches from each other. Their foreheads were now touching and the tips of their noses rubbed against each other. They didn't dare to look anywhere else from each other's brown eyes. As ridiculous as it may sound, they felt like they were the only people at this party. Just like they wished they were.

Neither of the best friends could help but glance down at each other's full lips. This was the perfect chance. Something had to be done. One of Stiles's hands slid up Natalie's torso and tangled it in her red velvet hair. As he was about to lower his lips onto hers, from the corner of his eye he saw Scott clutching onto his head and run out of the crowd.

"Shit…"

Natalie furrowed her eyebrows and pulled away from Stiles. "What's wrong?"

"It's Scott," Stiles answered, "Something's wrong." They both turned their heads to see Scott disappear through Lydia's house. Stiles looked back down at the girl in his arms. "I gotta go check to see if he's okay. I'll be right back to come get you." With that, he ran off.

Well, Natalie couldn't just stand there, so she chased after her best friends. "Stiles, wait!" But he didn't hear her. He just continued to look for Scott.

Natalie soon ended up on Lydia's front lawn. Scott had just whizzed by in his mom's car while Stiles climbed into his own. Tires screeched as the blue beat up jeep followed Scott at lightning speed even as Natalie called for Stiles to wait for her. The redhead watched the whole thing happen.

Needless to say, she was pissed.

"God damn it!" Natalie growled, "That little shit was my ride home!" But she wasn't really sure if she was really upset about that or the fact that the most amazing and exhilarating dance of her life with her crush was completely ruined. Damn Scott and his wolf-ness!

"Natalie!" Allison called out to the redhead, walking up to her, "Do you know what happened with Scott? We were dancing but then all of a sudden he just took off and left. Was it me?"

Natalie sighed in sadness when she noticed the gleam of insecurity in Allison's eyes. "No, it wasn't you, Allison. Scott hasn't really been feeling well these past couple of days so I think his nerves just made it worse." She placed her hand on Allison's shoulder. "Hey. Scott really likes you. He was completely freaking out when he was telling me that you were coming here with him. So don't stress out about it. And if he does something stupid, count on me to give him a piece of my mind."

Allison giggled and smiled at her new friend. "Thanks, Natalie."

"Anytime."

"Natalie! Allison!"

Both girls turned around and Natalie's eyes grew wide when she saw Derek Hale walk up to them. Why out of all people was he at a high school party?

"I'm a friend of Scott's," he told the girls, "My name is Derek. Do you girls need a ride home?"

"Yeah, that'd be great!" Allison smiled gratefully. She turned to Natalie. "Is that okay?"

Natalie stammered a bit, looking back and forth from Allison to Derek. The look on Derek's face told the redhead to just go with it. And who was she to piss off a man that could most likely rip her head off?

"Yeah… sure," Natalie said through her teeth, glaring at Derek, "That'd be super."

Derek nodded and led the girls to his black Camaro, which gained Natalie's respect. Hey, she had a thing for cars. Who could blame her? She got into the passenger seat as Allison sat in the back. Since Allison's house was closer, Derek dropped her off first. After she thanked Derek and hugged Natalie goodbye, the brooding man drove off to the redhead's house.

Now, Natalie has had her fair share of awkward car rides, but this one topped the list. It was silent throughout most of the time and it was getting on her nerves. So she decided to turn on the radio but Derek smacked her hand away before she could touch it.

"Hey!"

"Hands off the radio," Derek ordered, keeping his eyes on the road. Natalie rolled her eyes and placed her feet on the dashboard, which Derek immediately pushed off too. "And no feet on my car either. Actually, just don't touch anything."

Natalie let out a huff of air. "God, I can't do anything in this car…" Then it grew silent again. This time it only lasted a few moments. "So… Scott's a werewolf, isn't he?" Derek let out a grunt, which Natalie took as a yes. "Are you a werewolf, too?" Another grunt. "Are you always this unresponsive?"

"Are you always this annoying?" Derek shot back.

"Fair enough," Natalie said, crossing her arms and leaning back in her seat.

"You should steer clear from Scott," Derek told her, "He's very dangerous as a newborn. You don't know what he's capable of."

"Who are you, my dad?" Natalie sassed, "Scotty's my best friend. And the supernatural doesn't scare me." Derek raised an eyebrow. "Okay, well maybe you scare me a little bit, but I'm a big girl. And Stiles and I will get him through this."

"Stiles? Oh yeah, your twitchy boyfriend."

Way to tug on Natalie's heartstrings. "He's actually not my boyfriend. We're just really good friends… I think… yeah, we're best friends."

Derek let out a snort. "Sure doesn't look like it."

"Hey, let's not focus on my love life here. Or therefore, lack of…" Then Natalie's doe eyes focused on a picture attached to Derek's dashboard. She plucked it off and looked at it real close. "Let's actually talk about your love life." In the picture was a beautiful girl who looked like she was about Natalie's age. The girl's hair was very long, curly, and dark, which complimented her tan skin nicely. Brown eyes sparkled as she smiled in the photo, almost looking like she was laughing.

The man's eyes widened when he saw the picture in Natalie's hand. "What are you doing? Put that picture back now!"

"Who is this?" Natalie asked, "Is this your girlfriend?"

"It's none of your business. Now put it back."

"Wow, she's really pretty," the redhead continued, "You dog. Kudos to you-"

"I told you not to touch anything!" Derek yelled, snatching the photo out of Natalie's hands.

Whoa. Blowing up like that was not what Natalie was expecting out of the wolf at all, even though he didn't appear so friendly in the first place. Her eyes were wide as she watched Derek take deep breaths and hold the picture tightly to his chest. Natalie didn't realize that the picture would have a huge impact on him. It made her feel bad and also curious.

"Sorry," Natalie said softy, "I didn't think it would make you upset."

He didn't respond. He just continued to drive with one hand on the wheel and the other holding the photo to his heart. Back to that awkward silence. Thank god that Natalie's house was just around the corner. When Derek parked his car in front of her house- she didn't even bother to ask how he knew where she lived- she got out of the car right away.

"Thanks for the ride," Natalie said in one breath while shutting the car door. Derek just kept holding onto the photo as Natalie ran inside her house.

The first thing that Natalie was going to do when she see Stiles again is kill him for making her go through that hell of a car ride.

Scott was having the worst night ever. First, he had discovered that he was a freakin' werewolf. Second, he had to leave in the middle of what was turning out to be a successful date because of the effects of the full moon. And last but definitely not least, he was shot in the arm with a crossbow by none other than werewolf hunters. This was not his ideal Friday night. It officially sucked.

As Scott was walking down the road with his shirt off, he heard the sound of a car pulling up next to him. He turned around and saw Stiles's jeep. Sighing in relief, he climbed into the passenger seat and shut the door.

"You know what actually worries me the most?" Scott asked as he settled in his seat.

"If you say Allison, I'm gonna punch you in the head," Stiles responded, still bitter from ending his dance with Natalie and going back to Lydia's house to find out that Derek freakin' Hale had given his girl a ride home.

"She probably hates me now."

"I doubt that," Stiles assured his best friend, "But you might wanna come up with a pretty amazing apology. Or you could, you know, just tell her the truth that you're a freakin' werewolf!" Scott gave him a disapproving glare. "Okay, bad idea… but hey, we'll get through this. If I have to I'll chain you up myself on full moon nights and feed you live mice. I had a boa once, I can do it. And if it makes you feel any better, you're not the only one with a girl pissed off at you."

"Really? What happened?"

Stiles's cheeks began to heat up as his mind went back to the erotic-like dance he had with his favorite redhead. But he decided to spare the hot details and just give Scott the PG version.

"I almost kissed Natalie."

All thoughts and worries of Allison and the werewolf hunters vanished from Scott's mind. "Are you serious?"

"Dead serious. I was dancing with her at the party and we were so into it that I almost kissed her. But then, someone had to go wolfy on me so I had to leave Natalie at Lydia's to go find you. And now I'm never gonna have that opportunity again!" Stiles leaned his head against his seat. "God, this blows!"

Trying to comfort his friend as much as he could, Scott patted Stiles's shoulder. "Dude, it's Natalie. She can't stay mad at you for long. Just give her the weekend to cool off and on Monday when you see her at school you can talk to her and patch things up. She'll forgive you."

Stiles snorted. "Yeah, if she doesn't castrate me first." He then put the car in gear and drove off.

I hope you guys enjoyed it! PLEASE review and let me know what you think! I only got 3 reviews on the last chapter and that was kind of discouraging since I got 9 on the first one. Let me know what you think of this so I can continue to write this because I really like where this is headed! Also the quicker I write this and Isaac's story, the sooner I can start posting Derek's story. Hopefully I get 5 or more reviews. Also if you haven't, check out my IsaacxOC story, 'Scars' and let me know what you think. I plan on updating that one sometime this weekend. I'll be sure to update soon! xoxo, Maddie :)