CHAPTER THREE: SEASON ONE: PACK MENTALITY

I don't like them innocent

I don't want no face fresh

Want them wearing leather

Begging, let me be your taste test.

I like the sad eyes, bad guys

Mouth full of white lies

Kiss me in the corridor,

But quick to tell me goodbye.

Halsey

Scott comes home late that night. The front door slamming causes me to jump from where I am lounging on the couch watching Netflix.

"Hey Haldey," he greets as he kicks off his shoes.

I turn off the television and stretch my arms high above my head. "Mom already went to sleep. I told her I'd wait up for you."

"You didn't have to do that…"

"Well, if I didn't she would have. She works the mid-shift tomorrow. I wanted her to get some rest. Um, I made lasagna by the way. Leftovers are in the fridge if you're hungry."

He raises a brow skeptically. "You know how to cook?"

"Yes?"

Scott walks backwards into the kitchen still giving me an expression of wariness. I follow him. He takes out the food and makes himself a plate. Both of us are silent as he heats it up in the microwave.

I sit down at the table across from him and watch him take his first bite. His chocolate eyes grow large. "This is really good!"

"Good. Glad you like it."

"When did you learn how to cook? Last thing I remember is you destroying mac and cheese."

"I lived with Jacob alone for almost a year. He didn't know how to cook and I didn't want to starve, so I learned."

"I'm sorry about him," Scott mutters, his eyes averting to his food. "Really sorry."

"Yeah. Me too."

I stand from the table and go into my room. I want another pill, but tell myself I have to wait at least a day to recoup. I need sleep, water, and food. Instead, I go to my pill pack and take out multivitamins and an Oxycodone prescribed for my injuries.

"What's that? What are you taking?"

I jump at Scott's accusing voice. He's hovering in the doorway with a dark glare.

"Vitamins and my pain killer?" I hold out the bottles for him and he swiftly walks in to examine both. He pops open the bottles and checks the pills to make sure they match the description. I'm lucky I hid the other pill bottle of Vyvanse underneath the mattress.

"Why do you have pain killers?"

My finger points to the stitches on my head. "Car accident."

Scott hands them back. He watches me take one of each dry. I put the pills away and start to get my room ready for much needed rest while I wait for the painkillers to kick in.

"What's up?" I question as I realize Scott is still hovering awkwardly in the doorway.

"I was wondering… well, since Mom is going to have the car tomorrow night. Do you think you can drive and pick me up from the bowling alley?"

"Sure!"

"Thanks," he says with a smile.

"Do I need to pick up any of your friends?"

"Um, no. I'm meeting them there… where did you get that jacket?"

I'm alarmed by the easy going tone switching to panicky so abruptly. My eyes are searching for whatever caused Scott's sudden distress. "What?"

"That-that jacket!" Scott goes over to my desk chair and holds up the leather jacket. "Where did you get this?"

"Oh…"

"Oh! Haldey! What?!"

"I was out in the woods this morning taking a walk and I bumped into that Derek Hale guy. He said he was released from jail because the dead body was from an animal attack. He wouldn't let me walk back to my car alone because he said it's dangerous in the forest and he gave me his jacket when he saw I was cold," I told him trying to be chill about the fact that I let a potential (very hot) murderer walk me to his car.

"You have to stay away from him. He is the dangerous thing in the forest!" Scott shrieks.

"It's not like I intend to hang out with him. The guy was weird. All glare-y and then suddenly all smiley. I think he's bipolar."

"He smiled at you," he questions angrily.

"Yes…"

"You need to stay out of the woods."

"Excuse me?"

"Stay out of the woods! And stay away from Derek Hale! He's a murderer!"

My irritation is spiked. I hate being told what to do and I hate being forbidden to do things. "First of all, I had no intention of going anywhere near Derek Hale, but I'll go wherever the hell I want Scott McCall. I'm an adult."

"You're eighteen! You're not an adult! You can't even function without drugs!"

"Get out of my room."

"Seriously Hald-"

"Get out!"

My brothers eyes flash a golden hue and I furrow my brows. What the hell? But they are brown now, or always were. I'm probably hallucinating from the drugs.

"I'm exhausted Scott. Get out so I can go to sleep."

"Fine." He turns and stomps out of the room, the door slams shut loudly behind him. I jump at the crackling sound. Spider-like cracks splinter through the wooden frame.

"Shit…" I walk over and finger the edges of the frame. "Is he on steroids or something?"

Suddenly the door swings open once more and I back up before it hits me in the face. Scott is seething, "I'm not on steroids! Unlike you, I know drugs are bad!"

I hold up my hands in surrender.

Scott shuts the door much softer this time. I glare at the door as I change into my pajamas and crawl into bed. The pain killers are starting to swarm my vision, everything blurring at the edges. I let myself drift off to sleep.

The next day, I take the stupid leather jacket Derek Hale gave me and go into the forest, while Scott is at school and Mom's at work. It's warmer outside today, but I brought my gray fleece to insure there'd be no other excuse for me to keep his precious clothing. And I brought a pocket knife! There. I prepared myself Mr. Murderer! No need to walk me back to my car this time. Or anytime, because I'm making sure there is no reason for me to ever come back.

I trek through the woods until I approach the Hale house.

Is he really living here? If so, why in the hell would he? Maybe he really is homeless.

"Hello!" I call out as I carefully creep up the porch steps. "Derek?"

The red door swings open. Derek is standing there in a white teeshirt and a different pair of form fitting dark jeans. He smirks when his eyes scan my body.

"I brought your jacket back," I tell him. I hold out the leather and he grabs it. I ignore the way his arm muscles budge at the action.

"I thought I said it's dangerous out here," he says.

"I'm prepared! I've got a knife."

He smiles. "Good. I'd hate for anything bad to happen to you."

I should leave now, but I'm curious. He's weird and creepy and somehow is involved with my younger brother. That's enough reason to stay and snoop a bit.

"Are you living here?"

Derek narrows his eyes, but keeps the smile on his lips. "For right now."

"How do you know Scott?"

"We are friends."

I laugh. "Friends? He got you arrested. My brother warned me to stay away from you! Doesn't sound like friends to me."

Derek takes a step closer to me. I want to step back, but I remember the last time I did that I almost fell. I stand grounded and glare up at him.

"Why are you here?" he questions softly.

"What?"

"If he told you to stay away then why are you here?"

I motion to the leather jacket. "To give you your jacket back…"

"If I thought someone was a murderer then I wouldn't go out of my way to be alone with them in the middle of the forest," Derek chuckles.

"Are you a drug dealer?"

He runs a hand threw his hair. "No."

"Damn," I mutter, because if he sold drugs then I could buy some. I have to banish those thoughts. I want to get clean, for Scott and Mom. It's a great thing Scott isn't taking drugs. "Are you sure? I think Scott might be on steroids,"

"Scott's not on steroids…" He pauses and lifts a thick brow. "Why do you think he is?"

I eye him cautiously. "I shouldn't even be talking to you."

"No one said you have to," he points out.

Huffing, I go on anyway, "Scott and I fought about… personal stuff last night. He got mad and slammed my bedroom door. He cracked the frame!"

"I could do that," Derek tells me with a grin. I see his arm flex.

"Well, you're really muscular. That's a given. My little brother? Maybe… but he just… it was weird. Then I thought I saw his eyes changing color, but I was on some heavy painkillers last night so I was probably just hallucinating."

Derek frowns. "What happened to your head?"

I touch the stitches and wince. "Car accident."

"Is that all?"

I glare. "What?"

"Just a car accident? Nothing else?"

"No. Nothing else."

He gives me a look as if he doesn't believe me.

"It's none of your business!"

"No, it's not."

"Why are you asking anyway? That's rude."

Derek rolls his eyes, but laughs under his breath. "You asked me if I was living here. Isn't that a little rude?"

"Ugh. No! Not when you're involved with my baby brother."

"It was my sister."

My nose scrunches at the sudden statement. "What?"

"The body Scott and Stiles found. It was my sister. I came here looking for her."

I stare at him with wide eyes.

"She said she was visiting some old friends… and I have some bad memories here-" he glances back at the charred remains of his family home. "-so I didn't go with her. When she didn't come home on the day her flight was scheduled, I called her. She didn't answer. I knew something was wrong. Laura always called and updated me. So, I came here to look for her."

My hand goes to my mouth. What do you say to that?

"I'm not a murderer or a drug dealer… I just wanted to find my sister."

"Why do you think she was out here?" I ask.

Derek purses his lips. "That's what I'm trying to find out."

"Do you think it really was a wolf? I didn't think there were any wolves in California."

"There's not."

I decide to give him a hug. He doesn't hug me back, his arms are extend awkwardly at his side, but he doesn't push me away. I pull back a moment later and wipe my eyes.

"I'm… I-I don't know what I would do if something like that happened to Scott."

"You're a good sister." Derek's green eyes meet mine in a stern stare. "Stay out of the woods."

I shake my head. "No. I'm a terrible sister."

"If you were so terrible you wouldn't be out here trying to figure out how to help your brother," Derek says with a grin.

"No! I went out here because Scott told me not to talk to you. I deliberately ignored him."

Derek shrugs.

"Okay. Okay… Okay," I repeat, I run a hand through my teal strands. "I should go? Yeah. I should go." I nod my head firmly to reinforce my decision.

"Let me walk you back to your car."

I remind myself I'm supposed to tell him no, but I don't think Derek is as bad as Scott says he is. Even if he is an accused murder suspect. Not all people with jail time are bad people. I'm a convicted felon…

Derek and I are silent for a bit. I'm nervously fidgeting with my hands.

"What do you want to say?" Derek asks and I nearly jump out of my skin at the suddenness of his voice.

"How do you know I have something to say?"

He smirks. "I can just tell. I'm very perceptive."

My car comes into view and I feel relief. Derek holds the door open for me and I turn to face him before sitting down. We are very close, his chest almost pressed against mine. I stare up at him and I can feel his warm breath brushing across my cold nose.

"I just wanted to say…" my eyes linger on his lips and I catch sight of his buck teeth, which are oddly adorable on his masculine body. "That… if you ever need anyone, you can talk to me. I-I know what it's like to be alone. I'd hate for someone else to feel the way, too."

Derek doesn't appear to know how to respond. He frowns at me. I slide into the car deciding to let him think over what I said. It doesn't actually dignify a response. He closes the door sticking his hands in the pockets of the leather jacket, and I drive off. In my rearview mirror I see the strange man watching my car until I'm out view.

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