I laughed as Scott practically leapt into the passenger seat of my jeep.

From there we drove to Derek's loft to grab Isaac, Allison was already at the party since she helped Lydia set up.

"Hey Isaac" Scott greeted him, and he smiled sheepishly climbing into the back of the jeep.

We blared music rolled down all the windows, and even though it was chilly out, the wind felt great.

We had to park down the block from Lydia's house since the street was littered with guests cars.

Her house was packed.

The rest of the week went by about the same as Monday did.

I hadn't heard from anyone until Thursday night when I got a text, instead of it being a usual "fuck you" or "bastard" from a random number it was a "pack meeting, tomorrow at 8" from Derek.

I put my phone back down on my desk and contemplated for a bit on whether or not I should go. I decided not to, since it didn't seem to be an emergency, and I wasn't needed that much at the meetings anyway. It would be best to hang back from meetings until my friends (hopefully) forgave me, until then it would just be too awkward.

I finished reading the homework chapter from econ and got ready for bed, just wanting tomorrow to be over so I could have two days without people slamming me into walls. Since they somehow got ahold of my phone number, I would still have to deal with the taunts, but at least those didn't leave bruises.

The texts were as far as it went outside of school, thankfully. Nobody messed with my jeep since the parking lot has security cameras, and nobody dared touch my house. (Perks of being the sheriffs' son.)

I pulled on my favorite pajama bottoms (plaid of course), and crawled into bed, hoping yet again, that things would calm down soon.

The next morning nightmare woke me from my sleep, but it was only twenty minutes from my alarm so I just got up early and got ready for school. When I got there I was heading to my locker, trying to ignore the taunts when I spotted Scott across the hall. It wasn't the first time I had spotted him during the past week, but it was the first time he had been alone. He must have felt me staring because he looked up and saw me, and I gave him a shy smile as a hello, right before someone slammed my head against a locker.

I can't even lie, the fact that Scott didn't do anything to help me, or didn't even check to see if I was okay hurt more than the bloody nose I got from the locker slam.

I went to the bathroom after that to get some paper towels to help with the bleeding, I couldn't go to the nurse or to class, because teachers would ask questions and I didn't want to add to my "squealer" nickname.

The rest of the day went by about the same as the rest of the week, and I had never been so grateful for a weekend before. The second my last class ended I bolted straight to my locker, grabbed my books, and ran to my jeep. I sped straight home, the only place I felt safe.

My dad was home, which was rare nowadays, but I was glad. Even if we didn't talk much, I still appreciated having him home. It made me feel safe for myself and for him.

"Hey kiddo." He greeted me as I walked into the living room and I smiled in response, giving him a small wave before grabbing a granola bar from the pantry and trudging up to my room.

Apparently my teachers had hearts, because we had no weekend homework, so I spent my free time curled up in my bed watching Netflix until my dad called me down for dinner.

"I made ravioli." He told me with a smile, and I quickly smiled back because he knew it was my favorite.

We ate in silence; the only sound in the room was that of the football game playing in the living room.

"Well, I've got the night shift, so I've got to get going," he told me as he put his dish in the sink, "I'll be home tomorrow morning. Love you."

"Love you too." I replied, and went to the sink to clean our dishes while he headed out the door.

I grabbed a glass of water and headed back to my room when my phone went off.

It was a text from Derek, "where are you?"

I checked the time, it was 8:20, so he must've thought I was just running late for the meeting.

"Sorry, can't make it" I texted back, and his reply came immediately.

"Why not?"

I thought of what to say for a minute, "because the pack hates me?" "because I know Lydia will yell at me for being there?" "because I'm afraid to leave my house"?

I decided it would be just to just not reply, I'm sure Lydia would tell him some dramatic story of betrayal if he asked any of the pack why I wasn't there.

Yeah, Lydia's the one dealing with betrayal right now.

A/N: Thank you SO MUCH for all the reviews! Please, keep em coming! Also, sorry this chapter is kinda short/not much happens. It's more of a filler, but I promise more will happen in the next chapter.