I hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast, I am alone in the night.
Been tryin' hard not to get into trouble, but I, I've got a war in my mind.
I just ride, just ride, I just ride, just ride.
I walked into the classroom just before the bell rang and smiled sheepishly at Mr. Harris. He only rolled his eyes and nodded towards the lab table in the back. Two stools were placed on one side of the table and Danny was already perched on his usual side. I walked over and sat on top of the stool closer to the front of the classroom.
"Where's Jackson?" I asked quietly, wondering why he had been headed towards the office.
"In the principal's office, talking to the sheriff." I frowned in confusion. "He lives across the street from Isaac." I nodded slowly and then focused on the front of the classroom when Mr. Harris began teaching.
"What are they doing?" I whispered over to Danny. He glanced up and frowned in confusion, so I nodded my head over to the lab table in front of us where Scott and Stiles were whispering not so quietly.
"Probably talking about Isaac's father's death." Danny replied. I sighed and shook my head, going back to my notes.
I glanced up again when Stiles turned around and asked Danny where Jackson was. He told them the same thing he told me, only saying that he was talking Stile's dad instead. Oh, it was nice to know that my new friend's dad was the sheriff, that could come in handy in the future.
Stiles and Scott began whispering about how they had to get to the principal's office. I leaned forward to tell them that wasn't a good idea, but before I could get anything out Mr. Harris began instructing us to turn our books to a specific page.
I winced when a piece of balled paper went flying through the room and hit Mr. Harris on the back of the head. Scott really didn't want to go to the office. I could see the awkward confrontation waiting to happen between him and my grandfather.
"Scott." I whispered harshly. He glanced over his shoulder, but it was too late for me to say anything as he and Stiles hurried out of the room. I groaned and buried my face in my chemistry book.
A few minutes later Jackson came strolling into the classroom. I chewed on my lip and stared at the white sweater that was opened just enough at the top to let my imagination roam wild. He gave Mr. Harris an excuse note for being late to class and then strolled down the aisle towards me and Danny. He nodded to Danny in greeting and grinned widely at me.
I rolled my eyes, continuing the aloof not interested façade and turned my attention back to my textbook. Jackson sat down in the stool next to me and leaned forward just enough that I could smell his cologne, and boy did it smell good.
"What did I miss, babe?" he grinned. I turned to glare at him over my shoulder.
"Don't call me babe, Jackson, I am not your babe." I shook my head and turned back to my book.
"Not yet." He smirked and then leaned back to read from his own book. I turned my head and let my thick hair shield me from Jackson, so that he couldn't see the blush that was growing on my cheeks.
I glanced up through my eyelashes to see Danny smirking at me. I rolled my eyes at him and tried to focus on the lesson Mr. Harris was trying to teach.
When the bell rang I gathered my stuff as quickly as humanly possible and exited the classroom without saying anything to Danny or Jackson. I made my way to my locker easily enough and found only Allison standing at her own locker.
"Where's Lydia?" I asked as I turned in my combination.
"Trying to talk to Jackson." I tensed and nodded, reminding myself that Jackson belonged to Lydia and this whole infatuation flirty thing we had going on needed to stop.
After lunch I stood at my locker, trying desperately to remember which class I had next. Beacon Hills was different from my old school. The classes switched each day and I couldn't keep up with where I had to be and when.
"We have study hall." I turned to glance over my shoulder and rolled my eyes at Jackson as he sauntered down the hallway.
Of course, he'd remember my schedule. How else was he supposed to stalk me in between classes? I sighed and closed my locker, I didn't have any homework to work on yet and I'd done all of my homework for my afternoon classes the night before like a good little book worm. I walked into the library and wasn't surprised to see Jackson sitting at a table by himself with the chair next to his pulled out. He looked up at me and then nodded towards the chair with a smirk. I huffed and stalked over to the table on the other side of the library, raising an eyebrow at him and then turning to see the guy he'd been whispering to that morning staring up at me with a curious expression.
"Trouble in paradise?" he asked with a small smirk as he looked up from the book in front of him.
"I'm proving a point." I responded as I settled into the chair.
"And what's that?" he asked as he dog-eared the page he was reading and set down his book.
"That I don't want him as much as he wants me." I replied while crossing my arms and glancing over to see Jackson watching me closely.
"Are you trying to prove that to him," he asked. "Or to yourself?"
I looked up at him quickly and frowned. He only shrugged and then went back to reading.
"I'm Emma Argent." I told him.
"I know who you are." I raised an eyebrow. "All anyone's been talking about since you got here is how hot you are and how beauty must run in the family." I rolled my eyes and shook my head.
"Teenagers don't know how to notice anything, but the way someone looks." I replied as I leaned forward and opened my textbook.
"Well it's true." I frowned and glanced up at him, raising an eyebrow instead of asking what he meant. "You and Allison are both insanely beautiful." He smiled.
"What's your name?" I asked him as I leaned forward.
"Matt." He replied.
"Nice to meet you, Matt." I smiled and then went back to reading my book.
"Likewise, Emma." He smirked without looking up from his book.
I went the entire period, whispering quietly with Matt about the books we were reading. He also told me a few times that Jackson hadn't stopped staring at me. I had purposefully sat so that my back was facing the other boy, but Matt could see him clearly. I was trying desperately not to notice the piercing gaze on my back and I almost broke when the bell rang and saved me.
I gathered my things quickly and moved to leave, but was stopped when a hand reached out and gripped my wrist gently. I glanced over my shoulder and smiled shyly at Matt.
"You don't happen to be hanging out with Jackson tonight, do you?" he asked timidly. I frowned and shook my head in confusion. "Good." He replied with a shy smile and stood. I frowned and wanted to ask why, but couldn't as Matt left too quickly.
"Meeting new friends?" I glanced up to see Jackson staring at me with a knowing smirk. I rolled my eyes at him and walked past, leaving the library without giving him a response.
I found Allison easily enough and grabbed her arm, trying to get out of the school as quickly as possible. She frowned in confusion, but allowed me to drag her through the parking lot and to her car. I waited impatiently, tapping my toe against the concrete while Allison dug through her bag, trying to find her keys. I glanced around wildly, keeping a look out for Jackson.
I froze when I saw him step out of the school and immediately zero in on my location next to the car. He smirked and began walking towards us when Allison found her keys. As soon as the doors were unlocked I jumped in and buckled on my seatbelt. Allison got in as well and started the car. Jackson stopped in front of it and turned to face us, grinning at me as Allison reversed out of her spot and began driving the two of us home.
"Do you wanna tell me what that was about?" she asked when we further from the school and I had calmed down significantly.
"Nothing." I shook my head. I glanced over to see her staring at me with a knowing look. "Fine, not nothing, but not something I need to talk about." I replied as I brushed my braided hair over my shoulder.
I heard my phone beep and looked down to see that I had a new message from Stiles. He was asking me to tell him if Allison and I heard anything from our dads or Gerard about what they were going to do with Isaac. I frowned and typed back a message as Allison parked her car in the driveway. I climbed out of the car and kept my attention on my phone while we walked inside and up the stairs to my room.
Allison closed the door loudly, causing me to flinch and look up from my typing.
"Okay, spill." She told me, backing me up so that I was sitting on the bed and climbing over onto the other side.
"Well," I began. "It all started last night."
With Jackson & Matt.
Jackson hurried down the stairs and offered the $100 to Matt.
"I'm starting to feel a little weird about this." Matt said, taking a tiny step away from Jackson.
"No, no, no." Jackson shook his head and leaned forward, forcing the money into Matt's pocket. "What you're feeling is $100 richer." He stood up straight, glancing at the camera bag on Matt's shoulder. "Give me the camera and go buy yourself a new lens or a light meter or whatever gives you photography geeks a hard on." Jackson told him.
"This doesn't have anything to do with Emma, does it?" he asked. Jackson raised an eyebrow. "I saw you two at school today and I kind figured that you two were, you know, together." He explained.
"Aw, you have a little thing for Emma, Matt?" he asked. "A little-a little crush?" Matt smiled only briefly.
"No." he responded.
"You think I'm gonna waste my time by doing something as unbelievably ordinary as making a sex tape?" Jackson asked.
"Then what are you doing?" Matt asked.
"Documenting history." Jackson replied tensely. "My history and I want to be able to see it happening. All of it." He took the camera bag from Matt's shoulder and threw it over his own. "You'll get it back tomorrow." He explained as he turned and walked back up the stairs and inside his house.
With Emma & Allison.
"So they were talking about Isaac?" I asked as Allison dialed her phone. She nodded, but was distracted by whoever she was calling. I frowned and crossed my arms, instantly worried about the boy I'd only just met.
Allison put the phone on speaker when Stiles answered.
"Hey, sorry Harris literally just let me out of detention. Literally. And he had my phone the whole frickin' time." He explained.
"Well we need to do something right now." Allison explained, pacing in front of the bed where I was perched with the phone sitting next to me. "They were asking me all of these questions about Lydia and how she was bitten by Peter, and then they sent this guy out."
"Wait, what guy?" Stiles asked as I raised an eyebrow, having not heard about the guy either.
"He was dressed as a Sherriff's deputy." Allison explained. I frowned and glanced up at her, knowing instantly where that guy was headed.
"They're sending him to the station for Isaac." Stiles confirmed my thoughts.
"He was also carrying this box with something on it, like um, like a carving or something." Allison told us.
"What was it?" Stiles asked.
"Hold on, hold on." Allison gestured towards me, I grabbed the phone and walked over to her desk. "It's in one of these books."
Allison began turning the pages, trying to find the carving she saw. She stopped turning and pointed to it.
"I'm taking a picture." I told Stiles as I opened the camera on Allison's phone and took a picture of the drawing in the book that Allison had seen on the box. I sent the picture to Stiles and waited. "Did you get it?" I asked.
"Yeah, wolfsbane." Stiles told us.
"What does that mean?" I asked, getting worried for Isaac.
"It means they're gonna kill him." Stiles replied.
Allison and I quickly gathered everything we'd need, which basically meant both of our bows. I managed to sneak the keys to my mom's BMW and got in while Allison drove her own car. She was headed to wherever Scott was to try and help him lock himself up for the full moon while I was headed to slow down the hunter at any and all costs.
I parked my car a few blocks over from the sheriff's department and sneaked through the alleys to try and find the car. I recognized the large SUV and quickly drew back an arrow. I aimed toward the back tire and was satisfied when my arrow hit its mark. I drew another arrow back, when the car didn't stop and aimed it towards the front tire. The SUV came to a stop a few feet later and the man driving it stepped out to inspect the tires. As he looked down at the front tire, I hurried across the street and over into the alley across from the one I'd previously been in. I tensed when my heels clicked, alerting the hunter. He turned and began walking towards where the noise came from, but I quickly drew back another arrow and smirked when it landed in his upper leg. He groaned and leaned against the car.
I turned and began walking away, down another alley and back towards my mom's car. As I climbed into the car I reached over and dialed Stiles' number, driving towards the sheriff's department to meet him there.
"Hey, did you slow him down?" Stiles asked as he answered the call.
I smirked and turned the car onto another street.
"You could say that." I replied.
"Alright, well, I'm uh, I'm headed to the station right now." He replied.
"I'll meet you there. Allison's helping Scott." I explained as I turned and parked my car outside of the station. Stiles parked next to me a few moments later and I climbed out of my car, seeing an older guy sitting in the front seat.
I frowned in confusion and walked over to Stiles' window. I leaned against the car and raised an eyebrow at the guy.
"Emma, Derek. Derek, Emma." Stiles introduced us. "Okay, so the keys to every cell are in a password protected lockbox in my father's office. The problem is, getting past the front desk." He explained to the both of us.
"I'll distract her." Derek moved to get out of the car, but before he could Stiles reached forward to stop him.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. You?" Stiles raised an eyebrow. "You're not going in there. " Derek looked at the hand Stiles had gripping his leather jacket. Stiles retracted his hand quickly. "I'm taking my hand off."
"I was exonerated." Derek told him, glancing over Stiles' shoulder at me. I raised an eyebrow in response, but didn't say anything.
"You're still a person of interest." Stiles replied.
"An innocent person." Derek told him.
"An-you?" Stiles asked. "Yeah, right!" he responded, sounding slightly amused at the thought of Derek being innocent.
"Stiles, just let him go. We don't have time and Isaac is in there." I responded, trying to get this show on the road so that Isaac could be safe. Derek raised an eyebrow at me, but didn't say anything.
"Alright, what's your plan?" Stiles asked him.
"To distract her." Derek nodded.
"Uh huh-how? By punching her in the face?" Stiles asked. I groaned and ran a hand through my hair.
"He's going to flirt with her, Stiles!" I exclaimed.
"By talking to her." Derek responded, ignoring me.
"Okay, alright. Give me a sample, what are you opening with?" Stiles asked.
Derek didn't reply, he only stared at Stiles as if he were asking if all of this was really necessary. I shook my head and crossed my arms.
"Dead silence." Stiles nodded. "That should work beautifully. Any other ideas?"
"I'm thinking about punching you in the face." Derek responded. I chuckled quietly to myself and smirked over at Derek.
Stiles and I followed silently while Derek stepped into the station. The deputy at the front desk stepped forward and began talking to Derek, instantly picking up on the flirtatious vibe. I grinned and stepped forward, leading Stiles down the hallway. He quickly stepped in front of me and led the way to his father's office.
I stayed outside of the office and kept a lookout for anyone while Stiles went in to get the keys. He came rushing out a few minutes later and led me down the hallway.
We turned down a hallway and I quickly hid around the corner as the hunter I'd shot with an arrow before stepped out of the dark. Stiles stepped forward and met him, a few moments later he noticed the broken arrow poking out of the deputy's leg and attempted to run away, but was grabbed and dragged through the station back to the holding cells.
I groaned and readied my bow with an arrow and followed silently behind them. Stiles managed to reach out and pull the fire alarm while being dragged. I rolled my eyes and turned around the corner, pressing my back to the wall.
I stepped into the room with the holding cells and frowned in confusion at the opened door where Isaac should be.
I reached forward and gripped onto Stiles, attempting to drag him away as Isaac in wolf form game barreling towards the hunter. Stiles grabbed my forearm and pulled me down behind a desk. We both huddled close together, attempting to stay out of Isaac's way. I whimpered and hid my face in Stile's shoulder as Derek came into the room and stepped on the vile with the wolfsbane in it. Isaac started towards us, but before he could get any closer Derek growled loudly at him, causing him to fall to the ground and cower.
I got up from the floor and slid across the room, gently touching Isaac's shoulder and trying to get him to look at me. I murmured softly to him and smiled when I saw his normal face looking back at me.
"How did you do that?" Stiles asked as I cupped Isaac's face and smiled gently at him.
"I'm the alpha." Derek told him smugly.
"It's okay, you're okay." I nodded encouragingly at Isaac. He reached forward and touched my hands that were cupping his cheeks, watching my eyes silently.
"Come on, I have to get him out of here." Derek told me, reaching down to help Isaac up. I nodded and moved out of the way, but Isaac kept a firm grip on my hand. He refused to let go even as Derek tried to pull him out of the station. Derek raised an eyebrow and huffed in annoyance.
"Hey, it's okay." I smiled gently at Isaac, stepping closer to him and running a hand through his hair. "You need to be with Derek right now, he can help you. I can't." I nodded and then gently dropped his hand. "I'll see you soon."
Isaac whimpered and then drew me in closely. I stiffened, but then calmed down instantly when I realized that he was only trying to hug me. I hugged him back, wrapping my arms tightly around his waist. I pulled back from him and nodded, stepping back as Derek led him out of the station and to who know's where for the rest of the night.
Stiles stepped forward and turned me around by placing his hands on my shoulders. I glanced up at him and then looked over at the hunter lying on the floor. I frowned and chewed on my lip and then sort of just gripped on to Stiles, trying to find comfort anywhere I could because as soon as my family found out that the hunter had failed to kill Isaac, things would go to hell. Before he could say anything the sheriff stepped into the room and stared with a confused expression at the empty holding cell, the dead man on the ground, and his son hugging me. I smiled timidly and waved my hand in a greeting.
"Uh, he did it." Stiles pointed to the hunter.
I waved to Stiles and reversed my car out of the parking spot in front of the station. I drove him silently, thinking over everything that had happened that night. It was my first time being an accessory to one of Scott and Stiles' shenanigans against my family and it felt pretty good. When I'd first heard about werewolves I told my parents I didn't want anything to do with the hunting game. That was still true, but now instead of hunting werewolves, I was helping them and apparently hugging them. I shook my head at the weird things that had happened between me and Isaac.
I parked the car and got out, making sure to put my bow back in its exact spot in the garage. I walked through the house, dragging my feet a bit as I headed up the stairs towards my room.
"Where have you been?" I turned to see my mom smiling at me from the bottom of the stairs.
"With a boy." I responded, turning to walk up the stairs.
"Which boy?" my mom asked, climbing the stairs quickly and stopping me.
"Stiles Stilinski, he's the sheriff's son." I told her and it wasn't a complete lie, most of my night had been spent with Stiles, I just left out the part about being part of the reason why a hunter didn't succeed in taking down a werewolf.
My mom nodded in approval and then winked. I took that as my cue to leave, so I turned and headed towards my room. I just wanted this day to be over with already.
I practically fell down into my bed, not even worrying about changing into pajamas or taking off my make-up. I was simply just too tired to try.
I drifted off easily enough, this time I wasn't plagued by dreams of lacrosse players only weird looking lizard things and a blue eyed werewolf.