CHAPTER FOUR: SEASON ONE: PACK MENTALITY

I went down to a place in Brooklyn

Where you tripped on LSD

And I found myself reminded

To keep you far away from me

Halsey

"Come on Haldey!"

I roll my eyes at the whine in Scott's voice from behind my door. His head smacks into the wood impatiently as I slide on a red hoodie over my white tank.

"Such a cry baby," I tell him as I swing open the door. He almost crashes his skull into mine as he was moments away from smacking into onto my door once again. My hand reaches out in time to smack against his forehead. "God. Calm your shit. I'm ready, let's go!"

Scott races down the stairs and starts to slide on his shoes. I pull on my high top converse and he nearly bounces in his spot in front of the door.

The drive to the bowling alley consists of Scott telling me about Allison.

"She sounds pretty," I say after he describes her luscious brown hair, gorgeous big brown eyes that he can get lost into, her tall slender frame, and the single dimple in her cheek when she smiles. I feel like I might be in love with her. That's how detailed Scott is. It's kinda of creepy in a romantic adorable way.

"She's beautiful," he corrects me.

I laugh. "Baby bro has his first girlfriend! How sweet."

"Shut up Haldey!"

"Whatever," I grin. "No hanky panky in the bowling alley, that's gross. Save it for Mom's car or a bedroom."

Scott splutters, "Ew! Gross! Stop talking!"

"Are you twelve?"

He groans, "I don't want to talk about sex with my sister!"

"Fine, fine. Do you have condoms?"

"UGH!"

"Here." I reach into my purse and pull out a condom and throw it at him. He holds it up with a look of disgust.

"You just carry these around with you?"

"No." Yes. "Just take it you little shit."

Scott stuffs it into his back pocket begrudgingly. I park outside the bowling alley and he scrambles out of the car. I roll down the window and shout, "Call me when you need me to pick you up like ten minutes before. I can't predict the future! Yet!"

He just waves me off.

I decide to head to the gas station to buy a few cigarillo's to roll my weed. I used the last one the other night Mom and Scott were both gone the entire day, and I figured why the hell not again tonight? It's chilly, but I might as well just park someplace and smoke one while I wait to pick up Scott. I don't really like doing it near the house anyway. Incase Mom or Scott smell it.

I'm inside browsing through the snack aisle. I decide on cheddar ringed chips and chocolate peanut butter cups for my munchies. The gentleman behind the counter asks for my I.D. and I tug it out, he gives me three packages of the .99 cent cigars.

Carrying the bag over to my Chevy, I frown as I see a few men cornering a single man at the gas pump. He is wearing an oddly familiar leather jacket and has messy raven hair… I groan as I realize it's Derek Hale.

Does this guy have trouble attached to his forehead? Seriously.

They don't notice me as I walk cautiously over to my car. I hear the end of the man's speech, who is freakishly whipping down Derek's windows. Something along the lines of, "-that's something I learned from my family. And you don't have much of that these days. Do you? There we go. You can actually look through your windshield now. See how that makes everything so much clearer?"

Derek's shoulders are tight and he snaps, "You forgot to check the oil," as they are moving back to their cars.

The man nudges his chin to one of the men on the other side of Derek's car. "Check the man's oil."

Said man smashes Derek's driver window in with the butt of a gun. A GUN.

"That doesn't look like where you check the oil!" I yelp, my hands fisting at the edge my red sleeves nervously. I clamp a hand over my mouth when I realize I spoke loudly enough that everyone faces me.

I'm tempted to run, but am shaking too much to move. What if they decide to kill me? Is Derek apart of a gang? Maybe he really is a drug dealer and he didn't want to be caught? Holy shit, I'm going to die.

"You should leave," the man scolds me with furrowed blue eyes.

I squeak, "I think you should leave! I already called the cops! They will be here any minute."

He glowers. "For your own safety kid, stay away from him and mind your own business. Let's go!" All the men start to head back to their cars. He throws a smirk at Derek over his shoulder. "Drive safely."

They drive off and I don't move until their headlights are out view. I quickly sprint over to Derek who is glaring at his car like it's the route of all his problems.

"You okay?" I question anxiously.

Derek faces me. "Yeah. You shouldn't have done that."

I shrug. "I wasn't going to let them hurt you."

"You lied. You didn't call the cops," he says. I think that's his way of saying thanks?

"No. I didn't."

He steps around his car to look at the busted in window. Running a hand through his hair he remorsefully utters, "Shit…"

"I'm assuming this car is your love child."

He blows out an exasperated breath.

"You should invest in bulletproof glass if things like that are going to happen often."

Derek ignores my comment and opens the door to start dusting the glass off his seat.

"What the hell are you doing? You're going to cut yourself!"

I strip off my sweater and come over to his side. I bunch up the red fabric and use that to dust off his seat for him. Once I deem the seat clean I step back. He's watching me silently, brows drawn inward as they scans my nearly visible torso. I glance down at my white tank and fold my arms over my chest when I realize my hard nipples are entirely visible through the sheer fabric.

"Hey!" I smack his arm and Derek doesn't appear the least bit shameful at catching an eyeful of my chest.

"What are you doing out so late?"

I raise a brow at the random question. "I'm an adult?"

"Are you?"

I throw my hands up. "Obviously!"

His eyes go down to my chest once more and I groan, covering them with crossed arms. "Pervert."

Derek smirks. "Why are you here?"

"Do you ever ask anything else? Or is that your go to question?"

He just stares at me.

"I was getting some stuff at the gas station."

"What stuff?"

"Is it any of your business?"

He shrugs. "No."

"Then why are you asking?"

"Why do you ask the questions you ask?"

"Because I'm curious and nosey."

"Well, maybe I am, too."

"I can tell."

Derek chuckles.

"I'm waiting for Scott. So, I decided I would go buy some cigars to roll joints and smoke one while I wait for him to finish hanging out with this pretty girl named Allison."

"You smoke weed?"

"Do you?"

He slowly shakes his head. "No… I've never…"

"Really? You've got the whole leather jacket persona going on and you've never had some Mary Jane? What's wrong with ya, James Dean?"

Derek scowls. "I doubt it'll do anything for me."

"How would you know? You've never tried it."

"Maybe I don't want to."

"Then that's all you have to say."

Derek shifts beside me. I step aside so he can get into the drivers seat. He hesitantly moves into the car and pauses to eye me carefully.

I smile. "Do you want to try it?"

"What?" he asks hurriedly.

"Do you want to try it?" I hold up my lips to imitate smoking a joint.

He shrugs.

"If you do, follow me."

I turn back to my car and pull out of the gas station. I'm not surprised to see the black Camaro's headlights tail after me. I take us to a secluded part of the preserve and park my car. Derek stops beside me. I unlock the passenger seat and he slides in with a bit of difficulty, he has to adjust the passenger seat since he's taller than anyone that usually sits there (even Scott).

Derek's nostrils flare as he catches a whiff of the green bud I take out of my purse. I smile at him comfortingly. He picks up the purple grinder I pull out and inspects it. I'm in the process of emptying the tobacco from the cigar to use the paper while he nosily pokes around.

"So. What's this supposed to do?"

I take the bud out of the bag and put it in the grinder. I close the lid and twist it until the weed becomes a finer consistency. "Well, being high feels very calming and chill. Everything sounds better, tastes better, feels better, looks better."

"Is it like being drunk?"

"No, definitely not. This is better."

"Why?"

"Being drunk makes you feel sick afterwards and just reckless. You are still in control when you smoke. It's not like you loose yourself or anything like that."

He is silent as he watches me roll the weed.

"Do you want me to go first? To show you what you need to do?" I ask.

Derek nods slowly.

I hold the blunt up to my lips. Taking my lighter the fire catches the tip and I inhale as much as I can, then I hold it in until I need to breathe. I release the smoke through my nose until it's all gone.

"Try to hold it in as long as you can," I tell him.

I watch the tip burn red as he inhales. His green eyes flutter close as he holds it in, then he's coughing harshly while the smoke leaves his lungs. I reach out and pat his back soothingly.

"Don't worry. That means it's getting to the right spot."

Derek hands back the blunt and continues to cough into the sleeve of his leather jacket. I take another hit, and then pass it to Derek. I'm surprised he continues to take more even after his coughing fit. A lot of people give up after the first try. We both pass it back and forth until it's entirely gone and the car is filled with so much smoke you can't see outside the windows.

I turn up the radio a bit and let an 80's rock station filter through the speakers.

"Feel it?" I question Derek as he blinks red bleary eyes at me.

"I think so."

I turn in my seat so that my torso is facing him. "So, Mr. Mysterious, what's your favorite color?"

Derek laughs. It's not the usual laugh he gives. It's that 'I'm really high' laugh. His dimples show, and I'm amazed that I hadn't realized before how beautiful his smile is.

"You want to know my favorite color?"

"Why else would I ask?"

"Green. What's yours?"

"Blue."

He reaches out for a strand of my wavy teal hair and playfully tugs on the end. "I couldn't tell."

I shiver as his hand leaves my hair to trail down my soft cheek. His hands are surprisingly smooth as silk, he cups my cheek. I don't really know how it happens, who moved first or whatnot, but Derek and I are kissing. His lips are very smooth and un-chapped, which is a huge contrast to my rough bitten lips. One of his hands tangle into my hair at the base of my skull while his other hand rests on my hip.

I pull away from the kiss and crawl over the centerpiece into the backseat of my car. I urge him with a single finger to follow me. Derek smirks and attempts at climbing over the center, although he's a lot bigger and ends up getting stuck, and we are both laughing as I grab ahold of the collar of his shirt and tug until he falls atop me. Then we are kissing again. His hands slide under my shirt and he doesn't hesitate to cup my breasts, so I don't hesitate to start shoving his leather jacket off his shoulders.

Derek sits up to remove his arms from the sleeve and then strips off his shirt, then he tugs on my tank and I let him take it off so both of us are topless. He dips his head to catch my right nipple in his lips and he sucks, and bites, and I'm arching my back it feels so good. His finger slides along the metal piercing and my entire body quakes at the sensation, wetness staining my underwear at the sudden arousal. Then he sits up and grabs me into his lap. We are kissing again, his tongue licking up and into my mouth while his hands are squeezing my ass through my black yoga pants.

He bucks his hips upwards and I moan as the harshness of his zipper rubs against my core. My mouth leaves his lips to start nipping at his neck and shoulder. Derek's fingers are underneath my pants and underwear, and he lifts me to somehow maneuver them off without much help. And I'm nude in the backseat of my tiny Chevy Impala with a half naked criminal.

His right hand squeezes my hip while his left dips between my thighs. He doesn't ask for permission, just slides a couple fingers inside my wet core and curls them to my delight. His thumb rubs at my clit and my own fingers are scrambling at the button of his jeans. He let's me struggle for a few minutes to undo his zipper while he pumps me with his thick pointer and middle finger, stretching me out while his thumb works wonders on the sensitive nub.

Then he pulls them out, and he's kissing me again as his own hands work on getting his jeans off. I let out a scream as he shoves me down atop his freely released cock. It's huge, and the only preparedness I had were his fingers and the wetness inside of me. I think about a condom, but then remember I gave the only one I had to Scott so it doesn't seem useful to ask Derek to put one on.

I roll my hips and he's helping lift my petite body off of him to slam back down. We are grinding together, his full cock inside of me. I'm moaning, groaning, screaming his name in the confines of my smokey and sweaty backseat. Derek's kissing me, touching me in places I never new can bring me this much pleasure.

"Fuck," he growls in my ear, his teeth nibbling on a sensitive spot on my collarbone.

Then I'm in bliss, my body tightening and convulsing with my release. Derek lifts me off of him and I feel his cum coat my thighs and stomach as it spurts out in heavy streaks.

We are both panting heavily for a few moments. His head is resting on the back of the seat while his eyelids are closed heavy with his high, and I lean my forehead to rest on his shoulder. His arms wrap around my waist and he draws me near his body tightly.

I look down at his softening cock and grin. "You're uncircumcised."

Derek laughs breathlessly, "Yeah. And you have your nipples pierced."

I gaze down at my bare chest to the two bars through both nipples.

"You don't like them?"

He leans forward and licks at them, his green eyes staring up at me as he does so. I shiver at the sensation.

We both slide back into our clothes and I roll down the windows to air out the scent of weed and sex. Both of us sit close together in the backseat as we ride out the rest of our high.

"I should go," Derek tells me.

I smile. "Sure."

"I'll see you around?" he asks as he opens the door to get out.

I shrug. "Yeah, sure."

He frowns. "You don't sound so sure."

"Guys like you don't usually stick around for long," I say truthfully.

"Guys like me?"

"Bad boys."

"Who says I'm a bad boy?"

"The leather jacket and guys busting open your windows."

"Maybe I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, and happen to be fashionable wearing a leather jacket?"

A laugh escapes me. "You do look pretty good in that leather jacket."

"I'll see you around," he promises, not leaving any room for question in his tone. Then he presses a swift, deep kiss on my lips.

I wait until he drives off. Then I dig into my purse and search for my body spray. I spray the shit out of myself and my car.

Scott calls a few minutes later. I spray the car one more time. Then I drive to pick him up.

He's waiting outside with the pretty brunette Allison. When he sees me he rushes over to the car. "Can we give Allison a ride home?"

"Hop in cuties," I tell them. A part of me cringes and feel guilty when Allison and Scott crawl into the backseat.

"What's that smell?" Scott questions as he sniffs loudly.

"My perfume? I was smoking a cigarette so I sprayed the car down. Sorry, didn't want you to smell it."

"You smoke cigarettes?"

No. "Sometimes."

Scott decides to leave me alone and instead starts to whisper with Allison in the backseat. He only speaks to me when he's directing me which roads to take to her house. I wait patiently outside the house as he steps outside to walk her to the door.

He nearly bursts out of his skin as he jumps into the passenger seat. His dimples are showing, and he's got a dopey smile on his face.

I bite back my own as I start driving towards are house. "SO…"

"She wants to go on a date with me."

"I thought that was a date?"

"Well. It was, but alone. Not a group date."

"She's cute. I approve."

"Hey Haldey…"

"Yeah Scott?"

"You don't smoke cigarettes…"

I frown. "No. I don't."

"What is it then?"

"I smoke weed."

"Why couldn't you just say that?"

"I don't know. I don't want Mom or you to be disappointed in me."

"I'm in high school. Almost everyone smokes weed."

"Do you smoke weed?"

"My best friend is the sheriff's son. We don't smoke weed. He'd castrate us."

I snort.

"But weed isn't the problem… I mean, it's almost legal so who cares about that. It's the other stuff that's the problem. The ones that can kill you. That's the stuff Mom and I are disappointed in."

"Well, I didn't do any of that today."

Scott smiles tightly. "Good."

And I don't even focus on I immediately go up to my room as I get home. I find my box of Jacob's things and take his shirt and torch it in the backyard. I smoke a bowl as I sit in the grass and watch the shirt burn, the fabric simmering into black smoke that slips away into the night.

megladon1616: LOL everyone loves smut. we are all perverts here!

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Cassie: you have so many great questions! all of which i will answer in time haha! he finds out about the drug abuse in the next few chapters. i don't wanna give way on derek's feeling quite yet, because i don't even think i understand how he feels quite yet. but. you'll gradually see a shift in the relationship. you'll notice every one in awhile derek will slip up and seem irritated to be around her, weird things like that hehe. and there's just a subtle kinda romance growing between the two in the start, but neither are ready for it quite yet.

Guest: maybe jackson will start hitting on her in season 2 or near the end of season 1. hmm! i'll keep that in mind.

xXbriannaXx: OMG. your REVIEW is the greatest eepppe! I'm SO HAPPY you ship it! and yes of course there's smut! and you have scott SPOT on with him. one thing i want to stick true to is season 1 & 2 how terrible scott is, even if we love him so. he's only got eyes on himself right now and is overlooking things (which will be revealed in future chapters). and then slowly begin to want to rebuild his relationships that have been damaged. better friend to stiles, better son, better sister, and overall just better. and YEAH halden is very harsh on herself and doesn't give her life much value. it's super sad. but you'll discover it originates a lot from and forced separation between parents, a resentful father, and a lot of horrible choices.

Guest: I'm so glad you like them together!

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how was the smut? i feel like i'm like… decent at writing it? idk. there's always room for improvement!