Author's Note: Okay, first, I am soooo sorry. I've been having a bit of a writer's block on this story as of late. Also, sorry this chapter isn't long or interesting really, but I needed to ease myself back into writing it, so this is where I'm starting back up! I hope you enjoy!

Derek

I gently pull my arm out from under Avery and slide her off my chest and onto the pillow. She murmurs a bit but nuzzles into the pillow.

I sit up and pull on my boxers quickly as the phone vibrates in my hand. As I walk out of the room, I hit the 'answer' button.

I hold the phone at my side as I make it to the door and closed it behind me. "Hello? Avery?" The voice asks on the other end. I take a breath before raising the phone to my face.

"No." I say firmly.

There's a sharp breath on the other end before he asks, "Who is this?"

"Believe me when I say you do not want to find out."

"Listen, I was just-"

"Don't call her again." I hit 'end' and cut him off as he tried to say something. I search through the phone's directory and delete him from her contacts.

I head back into the room and find that Avery hasn't moved from her spot in the bed. I walk back to the bed and sit back in the bed against the headboard. Surprisingly, Avery still doesn't wake up, just buries her head further into her pillow.

I look up through the skylight as Avery breathes deeply beside me. I fold my arms behind my head as I look at the night sky.

Avery shifts in her spot, and turns to lay facing me on her side. The blanket falls off her shoulder, exposing her chest to the room's cool air. I reach down and pull the comforter back over her before I settle back against the headboard and close my eyes.

An alarm sounds, and I open my eyes to see Avery's alarm clock flashing on her nightstand. "Avery," I say, looking down to find her head on my chest, her mouth open, hair in a mess, and snoring slightly.

I laugh a bit and move my arm under her, shaking her a bit, "Avery," I say louder as I shake my arm again.

Her head pops up with a jump, "Huh? What?" she asks, putting her head back down but shifting around. She looks over toward her alarm clock, the noise finally registering to her.

Her eyes go wide, "Oh, no, no, no, no, no!" she yells, bundling up the sheets and jumping off the bed, only to fall. "Oh crap!" I sit up and look down at her, barely holding in a laugh. "Damn it, my leg's asleep!"

"You're ridiculous." I say, shaking my head as she looks up at me angrily.

"Silence!" she says, using the bed to push herself back up. She limps to the nightstand and hits the alarm, finally making it stop ringing. "I'm late, I'm so late!"

I lay back and cross my arms under my head as I watch her scramble around the room, grabbing clothes and throwing them on the end of the bed piece by piece. "'I'm late, I'm late, for a very important date!'" I say, mocking her.

She stops and turns toward me, "Don't you use Lewis Carrol on me." She says.

My eyebrows shoot up, "Wow, I'm impressed," I say, slightly sarcastically.

Avery throws the blanket off of her and over my head. "Hey, I know some stuff!" she objects. I laugh and pull the sheet off of my head to find her fastening her bra. "I can't believe this; second day of school and I'm gonna be late!" She snatches her underwear from the bed and slips them on, still grumbling to herself.

After a few minutes of frantically running around the room grabbing this and that, brushing her teeth and hair, she stands in front of me. "Okay, how do I look?" she asks.

I look her over as she smiles and looks down at her shoes. She's wearing a red dress that stops a bit above her knee. I shrug and push myself up to a sitting position.

"What?" she asks, nerves creeping into her voice.

I reach out and grab her hips, pulling her to me, "You look fine," I say, "though I preferred you naked," I say, my hands sliding down around the backs of her legs. I cup her ass and she pushes me back against the bed with a surprised squeal.

"Your right to an opinion has officially been withdrawn," she says as she grabs her backpack from off the floor and climbs the stairs towards the door on the other side of the room, "but thank you." She says with a wink before stepping out. "See you later!" she calls behind her.

"Don't be late this time!" I yell as stand up and pull on my jeans.

"Alright, alright," she says, walking back into the room with a wide smile. She crosses the room quickly and comes to the side of the bed, grabbing her cell phone off of the nightstand. "No need to yell." She says with a laugh as she turns to face me.

She leans in close, and I close my eyes as her lips brush mine, "Don't forget to lock the door." She whispers. Her hand brushes over the bulge of my pants, I open my eyes and try to grab for her, only to find her gone.

I catch a glimpse of her figure disappearing out of the doorway, her laugh ringing through the hall as she raced down the stairs and out the front door.

Later That Day

Avery

My first few classes fly by, and I'm sitting in anatomy, listening to my teacher begin the unit on the skin when a student aide comes in and hands him a small blue note. Everyone leans forward in their seats, they all know that a blue note is a pass to get out of class, a.k.a, a pass out of this dull lesson.

The teacher looks at it for a moment, and I can almost hear everyone in the room pray that it's their name on the paper. "Avery," he says, holding the paper out in my direction.

I get up and cross the room, taking the note from his hands before leaving the class. I look down and see that the pass says to go to principal Argent's office.

I clench my jaw and breathe in deeply. He knows. He must know.

My mind races, how the hell could he have figured it out? Did he see me run in the parking lot? Would that be enough to figure it out?

I slowly begin walking down the halls, and find myself wanting to call Derek and ask him what to do.

Maybe it's nothing, there's just no way he could've have figured out what I am this quickly. Plus, it's not like he can do anything about it in the daytime in the middle of a school.

I calm myself down just in time for when I make it to his office. Taking a final breath, I step into the office.

Once inside, Sheriff Stilinski and Principal Argent turn to look at me. "Ah," Principal Argent says, "and here she is now." He says with a smile.

I manage a small smile back, but say nothing. Sheriff Stilinski steps towards me and looks me over, "You're looking well," he says, "how are you doing?" he gives me that smile that makes me think there's more going on in his mind than just how I'm doing.

"I'm good." I say politely, "How are you?"

He shrugs a bit, "I'm good, I'm good." He says calmly, "Listen, I came here to tell you something important."

"Yes," Principal Argent says, "why don't you come in and have a seat." He motions toward a chair and I do as he says.

Sheriff Stilinski also takes a seat, same with Principal Argent. "Jake is back in town." Sheriff Stilinski says bluntly, "Now, we're still looking into what happened that night, and the case should move much faster now that he's back and we can question him but for now, we need something stronger to hold him with before we make a move on him."

"I don't-" I begin before I shake my head and start again, "you said you found another person's blood in the car, why don't you just test the blood or something?" Sheriff Stilinski nods.

"We're going to, but first we need a warrant to legally seize his DNA." I rub my forehead with my palm. "You have to understand that this isn't like those shows on TV, getting a warrant takes time. We set up a time to meet with the judge and we're compiling everything we have on him to show the judge and get her to grant the warrant."

I nod slowly, taking it all in. "There is one more thing." Principal Argent sighs. "Now that Jake has returned to town, he's also coming back to school. Today will be his first day." My heart falls clean through my chest.

I grab the armrests of my seat and squeeze hard as my vision smears with red. "What do you mean? He just gets to come back? Just like that?" I take a deep breath, but it does little good.

"There's no legal reason he can't be here," Principal Argent explains, "I can't keep him from coming to school, it's his right to public schooling." I look down at my lap and breathe. "I've gone over his schedule and ensured that he has no classes with you."

"Avery," Sheriff Stilinski rests his hand on my shoulder, "we know this is going to be hard for you, but you have to make sure you don't do anything that could put your case at risk. If you see him and you do something, then everything you've done and gone through will be for nothing, and the judge will likely dismiss the case in court." The very thought of that happening makes my blood boil.

"I understand." I say quietly before standing up, pushing the door open, and running into the bathroom. I make sure to keep my head down, my eyes have turned; I can feel it.

Once inside the bathroom I listen for any heartbeats, but there's nothing. I lean over the sink and gag repeatedly. It's a good thing I didn't have time for breakfast, otherwise it would have come up by now.

Looking up into the mirror I see that I was right, my eyes are showing. My claws aren't fully out, but my nails look distinctly longer than they were. As I watch, the porcelain sink cracks under my hands. I quickly let go, and a sliver of it falls to the ground with a crash.

A heartbeat grows closer to the bathroom, and my canines ache to come out. I bite down hard and step inside a stall. Pushing the lid down, I sit on the top of it, bringing my feet up to make sure I'm not seen.

The door is pushed open, and someone steps inside. I smell the air and hold in a growl as Principal Argent's scent fills my nose.

But, it's not his scent, it's different. Lighter. Fresher. Younger.

I peek out of the crack in the door as the footsteps come deeper within the bathroom, coming to a stop in front of the mirrors. At first I just see medium length black hair, then I look in the mirror to see Allison Argent fixing her hair. She takes another step toward the mirror to inspect something closer and her foot lands on the sliver of porcelain that I broke off from the sink.

Leaning down, she picks up the sliver and holds it to the sink.

As I watch, my mouth falls open and my canines grow. At some point, I'd stepped off of the toilet and pressed myself up against the door.

Shrinking back, I once again take my seat atop the toilet seat lid. Allison swirls around, "Hello?" she asks quietly.

I begin to sing quietly in my head.

Just hear those sleigh bells jinglin' ring tin tinglin' too,

Come on it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you,

We're snuggled up together like a bird of a feather would be,

Come on it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you.

I take a few shaky, deep breaths, keeping careful not to make them audible. Allison looks right at my stall. "Erica?" she asks.

"You really should leave." I say surprisingly clearly.

Allison's eyes narrow for a moment before she moves towards the door. "Do you want me to get Scott? Or Isaac?" I'm not sure if she knows I'm not Erica, but I'm not sure it really matters either.

"No." I say as she continues to move towards the door.

Allison lets out a breath, her heart is beating fast; she's obviously nervous, I would be too if I were her. In a few moments, she's gone, leaving me alone.

I rest my head against my knees and take a few deep breaths. I sit there for a while, and when the bell rings, signaling the end of third period, I realize I've been sitting here a really long while.

I stand up and quickly check that no werewolf extremities are showing in the mirror before I push open the door and leave the bathroom.

Somehow, someway, I have to make sure I don't see him. Maybe if I go late to every class I'll manage to avoid running into him in the hallway. For….however long it takes for him to get formally charged and convicted….

Great.

I head back to class to get my things and carry on with my day, praying all the while that I don't so much as catch a glimpse of Jake.

The day went overall well, but I wasn't able to focus at all with the thought of him being anywhere near me.

Somewhere during the day, coach Hathaway sent me a text saying she'd be late to practice today so I was supposed to get everyone through warmups and have them do easy drills until she got there. She made the announcement that I was the new captain at the end of yesterday's practice, which got me a couple unhappy stares, the worst of which came from Cassie.

By the time I was getting dressed in the locker room, going to practice sounded like a welcome distraction. When we all got out on the stadium field and were stretching, I started to relax and joke around with my teammates

After that, we ran shuttles, passing the ball on the move while running towards each other. Lacrosse has always been a refuge for me. When my parents were fighting, I'd go outside and play around with my stick and try to get tricks just right. Whenever I'm in the game, everything else just fades away.

Or, at least, it used to.

Just before I caught the next ball in the shuttle, a loud shout grabbed my attention. "Hey!" I looked to see Jackson leading out the boys' lacrosse team. Beside him is Scott, with Stiles tagging along behind him.

I step out of the shuttle line and walk over to Jackson. On my way over, Jake steps out from the team and makes a move to come over, but stops himself when I practically pull up my lip in a snarl.

I keep my lacrosse goggles on as Jackson and Scott step forward, leaving their team behind them. "We're supposed to be on the stadium field." Jackson says, getting right down to the point.

"Hathaway said we had the stadium." I say, letting the head of my stick rest against the ground. I try to keep my eyes from wandering over Jackson's shoulder towards Jake. To distract myself I look between Scott and Jackson, hoping that Jake will just fade into the background before I do something I regret.

Gotta stay calm, gotta stay calm.

Scott looks at Jackson, "Dude, it's really not a big deal." He says in a soft voice, "We can just take the practice field."

As I stare at Jackson, I realize a few things I hadn't noticed at first. One is that he's shaking, two is that his breaths are short and ragged, like he's really ramped up. Third I realize that the first two are because he's borderline shifting.

I look at Scott, who stares back at me with wide, worried eyes. I feel Jake's eyes on me, from a few feet away, and I catch his scent in the air.

My mind goes black, and a sharp pain pierces my temple as I'm drawn into a memory.

I'm sitting in the passenger seat of my car, slumped back against the back of the seat, barely keeping my eyes open as the car moves through the woods. I look over to the drivers seat, and see Jake smiling back at me, making some comment I can't quite make out.

All of a sudden, his eyes are back on the road and a look of horror envelops his face as he pulls the steering wheel back and forth, swerving in a panic.

"Avery?" Scott asks, stepping forward a bit. I snap out of the blur, and realize I've been dead on staring at Jake with a real snarl on my face.

"I'm gonna give you five minutes to get off our field." Jackson says aggressively.

"Jackson-" Scott places his hand over Jackson's chest, trying to pull him back a bit.

"Or what?" I hiss, taking a step forward and narrowing my eyes as he glares down at me. "What are you gonna do?"

Deep inside, I can feel something ignite and a grin spreads across my face.

Author's Note: So, like I said, not terribly long or eventful, but hey, gotta start somewhere! Thanks for sticking with me! Hopefully I'll get it together and post more often really soon!

Seems like everyone is having a tough time keeping it together today, especially Jackson and Ave! Hopefully Scott can keep those two in line, otherwise the lacrosse teams will have quite the scare!

Thanks for everything everyone! ^_^