SAMANTHA STILINSKI

Stiles began honking to get Scott's attention.

"He better haul ass," Rae muttered, next to me in the back.

"C'mon, c'mon," Stiles said, as we saw Scott running to us. Stiles started getting fidgety and hitting the steering wheel. Scott was running really fast to us, and I was wondering how he was going to get over the fence, until I saw the show-off jump, flip over it and tuck-n-roll the landing. I felt my jaw drop.

After he made it to the car, he jumped into the passenger's seat and urged Stiles, "Go, go, go, go!"

As soon as we were in the clear, Stiles asked, "Did it work? Did you remember?"

"Yeah," Scott nodded, "I was there last night and the blood- a lot of it was mine."

"So you did attack him?"

"No! I saw glowing eyes on the bus, but they weren't mine. It was Derek."

Rae scoffed.

"What about the driver?" Stiles questioned.

"It was actually like I was trying to protect him."

Rae sighed, "This again, guys? Derek is not a killer. Besides, why would Derek help you remember that he attacked the driver?"

"That's what I don't get."

"It's gotta be a pack thing," I guessed.

"What do you mean?" he turned to look at me.

"Like an initiation. You do the kill together."

"Because ripping out someone's throat is a real bonding experience."

"But you didn't do it, so you're not a killer and it also means that-," Stiles started, but Scott cut him off happily, "That I can go out with Allison."

Stiles looked at him like he was insane and said, "I was going to say, it means you won't kill us."

"Oh yeah, that too."

RAEGAN MCCALL

"Ew, you're gonna wear that?"

Scott groaned and fell back on his bed. He covered his face with a faded maroon shirt with tiny white stripes that had a tiny orange stripe in them as well, and cried out, "Help me! What am I supposed to wear when you 'hang out' with a girl you really like and her friends?"

"Chill Scott, first don't wear dress shirts. You don't want to dress like it's a date when it's not. Keep it cool and casual like you're saying 'Yeah, I'm relaxed, even though I turn into a wolf once a month.'"

If looks could kill.

"Ha-ha, you're hilarious," he deadpanned, then looked at the time. "Ah, now seriously help me!"

I grinned at him. "Bro-dude-,"

"-Bro-dude?"

"Bitch, do you want my help or not?"

"Sorry…"

I clapped. "Alright, lemme take a look at your closet." I walked over and started moving things into two piles: Things to burn and things to keep. Seriously, the clothes he has in here are horrible. Why haven't I noticed before? I'm a bad sister.

"Ew," I tossed a crappy green long-sleeve to the floor. "What are you? Tony the Tiger?" I asked as I threw an orange shirt with black stripes to the floor. "It's gross!"

"Raegan! I don't have time for you to go through my whole closet! I only have an hour!"

He seemed so pathetic, begging me. I liked it! "Say 'Rae is the greatest human being in the entire freaking world'."

He looked at me like I was crazy, "What?"

"Say it!"

"Why?"

"Fine, then don't. Risk looking terrible with Allison. You know what they say: Girls love a guy with good clothing sense."

Scott groaned. "Rae is the greatest human being in the entire world."

"Ah, ah," I sang. "You forgot freaking. I said 'entire freaking world', Scottie-poo."

He glared at me and said through gritted teeth, "Rae is the greatest human being in the entire freaking world. Happy?"

"Not quite," I smirked. "I get the car tonight."

"But-,"

"What was that? Allison hates guys who can't dress for crap?"

He made a noise between a growl and groan. "Fine! Just take me there then! Happy now?"

"Very much so," I grinned then I turned and grabbed the same shirt Scott had earlier, but added a gray long-sleeve. "There you go!" I threw them to him and bounded out of the room.

"This is the same damn shirt, Rae!" I heard his outraged cry and smirked.

"Au contraire, lil bro, you now have a gray long-sleeve that will bring out the white stripes on the maroon shirt and will definitely get your dream-fantasy to come true. Without the killing!"

He got quiet after that, so I poked my head in and saw him blushing profusely. I laughed at him and he glared at me, "Shut up."

"You're mean," I crossed my arms. "Mean lil bro!"

"You're so annoying."

"Hey, who has the car tonight, Fido?"

He became quiet.

"What now, bitch? Rae: one, Scott: zero!"

|| Teen Wolf ||

"Alright, see you crazy kids later! Remember no glove, no love! If you're feeling kinky, wrap your winky! Before you attack her, wrap your whacker! If you slip between her thighs, condomize! Don't be a fool, cover your tool! Have fun Scott McCall and Allison Argent!" Mom would've been so proud. I grinned as Scott flipped me off when Allison turned away, embarrassed.

After leaving them, I began driving around town. I was bored and didn't want to go home.

I was pleasantly surprised, when I spotted a familiar sleek, black car sitting in a gas station.

I pulled up next to him, and got out. I decided to talk to him first, so I went over to his side.

"Oh, hey Derek! Didn't even see you there," I greeted.

He looked up from his car at me, with a blank expression on his face, "Uh huh."

I say the first thing that comes into my head, "So, what brings you here?" I mentally face-palm.

He gives me a look, then looks at his car, "Gas. That's usually what gas stations have."

"Right… So, what are you doing on this beautiful mid-summer's night?"

"It's fall." God, this guy is so hard to talk to.

"Toe-may-toe, ta-mot-toe," I shrugged. "Does that mean you're not doing anything?" I asked then continued, "Because I had this idea of something you could do." ME.

I went to keep going, but suddenly Derek was in front of me. He slammed my car door shut and pulled me to his car. Oh my Bejeezus, is this really happening? Did he read my thoughts? Holy crap, this is awesome!

Suddenly my thoughts were cut short as I was thrown into the backseat of his car. It was small. I didn't know how he expected to do anything back here, let alone me. Ha, get it?

My hopes soon vanished as the car door shut behind me.

I turned to the window and Derek glances at me before ordering inconspicuously, "Sit on the floor. Don't say a word. Keep your head down."

Before I could ask what the hell was going on, I heard low tire screeches. I poked my head out just a bit, but snapped it back down when Derek rapped his knuckles at the window.

The windows weren't thick, so I could hear everything. First, I heard a few car doors shut, then I heard walking. Abruptly, a voice spoke, "Nice ride."

The mocking voice made my gut clench.

He continued, "Black cars though, very hard to keep clean. I would definitely suggest a little more maintenance. You have something that's nice; you want to take care of it, right?"

My attention was drawn to something moving across the windshield; it was one of the windshield cleaners. I moved just a bit and saw a person that made my jaw slag. It was Allison's dad, a hunter! This was not going to end well…

"Personally, I'm very protective of the things I love," Mr. Argent said. "That's something I learned with my family. You don't have much of that these days, do you?" Damn, this guy was a dick. How'd he raise such a sweet girl like Allison?

Derek didn't say anything, but how could he? He probably wanted to attack this prick, but can't, considering he is a hunter and they were out in public. That's a cheap shot, Argent.

"There we go. You can actually look through your windshield now. See how it makes everything much clearer?"

Then I heard footsteps again. I looked from the seat and saw Argent walking back to his truck.

Then a sexy voice stopped him. "You forgot to check the oil."

Argent turned back and I hid my head again.

"Check the man's oil."

I heard more footsteps and then there was some dude standing by the driver's side window. I ducked lower so he wouldn't see me. Then he smashed a gun or something through the window. I held back a shriek as I felt tiny pieces of glass land on me.

"Looks good to me." Now I don't know shit about cars, but I'm pretty sure that was not the oil.

"Drive safely," I heard Argent say before the sound of cars started and faded.

I popped my head out as Derek opened the door. I climbed out and began pacing. "I can't believe they did that! Your poor sexy car. And how is it that no one was around for this? Damn Beacon Hills and it's small population," I continued rambling, but Derek stopped me, by grabbing onto my arm.

"You're bleeding." His lovely greenish eyes were focused on my left hand.

I looked down at it and mused, "Well, would you look at that? Guess I am."

"Here," he went to the driver's side of the car, and brought me back a couple napkins.

I felt my heart speed up and accepted them, "Thanks."

"Why would they do that?" I asked holding the napkin to my small cut.

"They're hunters. What am I? Do the math." It's probably a bad time to tell him I'm crap at math.

"It's because they think you're a werewolf, isn't it?!" I exclaimed, playing dumb.

Derek rolled his eyes, "No, it's because my car was dirty."

"Damn it! That was my first guess."

"You're hopeless." You're gorgeous.

"Aw shucks…"

Derek cursed under his breath and walked to his broken window. He opened the door and began pushing the bigger pieces of glass onto the ground. Then he climbed into his car.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"Somewhere," he answered gruffly.

"Like where," I asked moving closer to his window.

"Like somewhere. Now why don't you go home?"

"But it's boring," I whined.

He glared through his broken window, "I don't care."

An idea came to me.

I let my shoulders slump and sighed, "Ok, well see you later Derek…"

"That's it? You're just gonna actually listen to me? McCalls do that?" he asked sarcastically, raising his eyebrows.

"Well, this McCall," I sang as I waved my thumbs to me, "does." Not.

He rolled his eyes and started his car and I got in my own car.

Once he had driven off, I followed stealthily behind him.

I did a good job too because he didn't stop once! I'm good at this, I could be a professional stalker. Just call me P.I. McCall.

I kept following him until he stopped… at the hospital? What the hell was he doing here? I parked my car and got out quietly. I saw him walking, but then suddenly he just disappeared. Figuring he walked in the hospital already, I speed-walked to the doors. Just as I was about to enter, a hand shot out and pulled me to the side of the building. My back lightly hit a wall and hands held me down by the shoulders. On instinct, my fist flew at his face. But, with great strength, he caught it and pushed it back down to my side. Then I got a good look at his face.

Standing there holding me against the wall, was Derek. "You McCalls, do you ever listen to anyone?" he snarled.

Out of shock, I blurted out, "How did you know I followed you?"

"You're not as sly as you think. Especially when you're the only car speeding right behind me."

Damn, there went my idea of becoming a private investigator.

"Go. Home," he said as he let me go.

"We both know that's not gonna happen."

He sighed in frustration and rubbed a hand down his face.

I looked up and sighed mock dreamily, "Aw, our first disagreement. Time flies by so fast." He turned to glare at me, then walked into the hospital. I followed him a few seconds later.

ADELINE LAHEY

"Does it hurt?" Isaac asked me as we walked through the hospital hallways.

I glanced down at my cast. Daddy had come home drunk, and he threw me at the counter. When we heard a snapping sound, Isaac rushed me to the hospital. It turned out that my arm had broken when it collided with the counter after Daddy threw me - not that we told the doctor that; we told them that I had fallen down the stairs. The doctor said I would have to wear a cast for about six weeks, if everything goes right. Hopefully daddy won't hurt me again in the next six weeks.

I shook my head, and lied, "Nope. It doesn't hurt at all."

Isaac sighed, "That's good."

I bit my lip and stared at the ground. "Do you think daddy will be mad at me for making us waste our money on the hospital bills?"

"He doesn't have any right to," Isaac said, bitterly, "He's the reason why you had to go here in the first place. He threw-Rae!"

He got interrupted by a pretty girl with long brown hair bumping into us. She flinched when Isaac said her name. After recognizing him, she relaxed.

"Oh, hey…. Isaac, isn't it?"

Isaac nodded, nervously, "Yep."

I peeked my head from behind Isaac, shyly, wanting to be introduced, and I said, "Who's she?"

Isaac quickly grabbed me and pulled me in front of him, "Right, Addie, this is Raegan McCall. Rae, this is my little sister, Adeline."

I perked up, recognizing the name, "Oh! Isn't she the girl that you like?"

"Haha! Kids are so funny these days," Isaac laughed stiffly, "S-so what are you doing here at hospital?"

Rae's eyes suddenly widened, "Oh my god, I got completely distracted. I really gotta go, I'm sorry! Nice meeting you, Adeline." With that, she continued running in the direction she was heading in earlier, then disappeared around the corner.

RAEGAN MCCALL

Practically running away from Adeline and Isaac, I went for the room where I saw the sexy leather jacket disappear to. I quietly snuck in and saw Derek talking to someone lying in the bed. I couldn't see the dude's face because Derek was in the way.

"Open your eyes, look at me," Derek commanded.

Suddenly, the dude in the bed craned his neck and I almost gasped. It was Garrison Myers, the bus driver.

Okay, so I didn't gasp but I did practically yell, "Mr. Myers!"

Derek spun around fast and glared. "You need to get out of here."

I put my hands in front of me. "Whoa, compadre. Don't bite me," then muttered, "At least not with Mr. Myers here."

Derek growled and I couldn't help my smirk.

He turned back and started asking Mr. Myers some questions. But I didn't get how he was supposed to answer any; his throat was kind of messed up. Poor Mr. Myers…

"What do you remember?"

I went to stand next to Derek, and watched Mr. Myers. He glanced at me before turning back to Derek and wheezing out, "Hale."

"How do you know my name?" Derek actually looked confused instead of his usual stoic expression.

"I'm sorry."

"What for?" I piped up.

Derek ignored both of us, his voice rising, "How do you know me?"

"I'm sorry," he repeated, softly, before slowly laying his head back down.

Oh no. I knew this look. He was fading. Dying. Fast, too.

I looked away from him and Derek grabbed my arm, "We need to get out of here."

SAMANTHA STILINSKI

"I'm so bored," I groaned.

"There is a thing called doing homework. You know that right?" Stiles said. We were in the living room. He was doing his homework and I was staring at the TV. There was nothing good on, besides an old Full House re-run.

"I said I was bored, Stiles. I don't want to torture myself," I shot back.

"Don't you have an AP World outline to do?" he asked.

"Puh-lease. I could get one of those outlines online. Nobody actually does them anyway," I rolled my eyes. I loved reading, but the history textbook bores me to death.

"You're such a slacker," Stiles laughed.

"I know. It keeps me up at night."

"So how's tutoring going?" Stiles asked.

"Umm….It's going fine. Why are you asking?" I questioned.

"My twinception is giving me vibes that you may have a crush on Isaac," he grinned.

"What makes you think that?!" I exclaimed.

"Oh, dearest little twin sister, did you hear what I said? It's twinception!"

"For the gazillionth time, I'm only 10 minutes younger than you! Besides, we haven't used twinception since middle school," I grinned in nostalgia. Stiles and I have been spending more time with each other lately, and I loved it. We grew apart a little during eighth grade, since I focused all my attention on being popular.

I've always felt insecure about myself. In fact, I don't even remember a time in which I was confident. Maybe it was because I lost my mom who I was supposed to talk about 'girl problems' with. Or maybe it was because I believed all the mean stuff Rae had said about me in the fifth grade. Either way, Lydia and I had decided we were sick of being such losers, so we changed everything about ourselves. And, BOOM! Instant popularity. I thought being popular would make me feel better about myself. But it only made me more miserable…

"So, Samster. Tell me if you like him!" Stiles interrupted my thoughts.

"He's pretty sweet… and kind… and shy. He isn't like any other guy at school," I said with dreamy eyes.

"Ouch," he playfully said. "Are you saying I'm one of those guys?"

"Stiles, you are the best person in the world," I smiled.

"Hell yeah, I am!"

We both laughed.

"Lydia's missing out. You're an amazing guy." I told him. "And I'm sorry I set her up with Jackson. It must've hurt for you." I begin to regret that decision now. Stiles would've treated Lydia like a princess.

"Sammy, it's fine. She liked Jackson, it wasn't your fault," he sighed.

"I love you," I pulled him in for a hug.

"I love you too, Samster," he said, hugging me back.

A shrill ringing interrupted our hugging.

Stiles moved away, and took his phone out. He frowned at the caller I.D., then picked up and put it on speaker, "Rae?"

"Hey, Stiles. Just an FYI; Garrison Myers, the bus driver, just died. I came home and told Scott about it. And, to keep it short; he went all werewolf on me and jumped out the window. I'm pretty sure he's headed to Derek's, who's like five times stronger than him, to battle. You know, no biggie."

Stiles made a funny nonchalant face and said, "Oh, cool. Well, bye."

He hung up and turned to me, "How can you ever be bored with lives like ours?"

He grabbed his keys and ran out of the house, with me following.