-STILES' P.O.V.-

"I feel bad, Scott. Do you think we were too mean?" I asked and Scott stopped walking, turned around, gave me a look then kept walking. I sped up my pace after him, "Scott!" I yelled and grabbed his arm. He whirled around and snatched mine quickly,

"No." He said harshly and began to dig his handy-dandy werewolf nails into my skin, "I hate her." He started to draw blood and I screeched a bit,

"Okay! Could you not rip off my arm!? I NEED IT!"

Scott stepped back with wide eyes, "sorry." The bell rang as he said it and we rushed into Chemistry.

"Ah, Tweedle-dumb and Tweedle-dumber," our evil teacher, Mr. Harris, grabbed the back of our shirts in his fist and smiled, "but who's more of an idiot?" He looked to each of us, then to the class as they laughed mockingly, "I'd say Stilinski!" He announced and let us go as we scrambled to our seats.

I glanced behind me to see no Jackson, I warned Scott straight away. Just then the door opened and there stood Destiny and our guidance counselor. "Everybody, this is Destiny McCall," Scott lowered in his chair as she said his last name, everyone glanced at him. The counselor continued, "she will be joining your class today due to some changes with the school. I expect you all to be on your best behavior..." She nodded at everyone and left, Scott turned to face me so we could discuss it in whisper then get caught and sent down to the principals office, but instead I couldn't stop looking at Destiny.

"Well, Ms. McCall, you can sit in Jackson's old seat... Near your brother and behind our class nuisance." Mr. Harris announced and smiled at her, motioning her to Jackson's seat behind me.

I admired the way she walked past me, she was wearing a multi-shaded blue, tight, plaid top and black skinny jeans. Her light blue hair matched perfectly with her outfit, she brushed by Scott and I without even a look.

Then I turned to Scott, "/old/ seat? 'Jackson's /old/ seat?!' What's that supposed to mean!?" I whispered to him in a freaking-out way.

He shrugged, "not sure but did you notice Destiny?"

"Yeah I noticed her," I smirked.

"Snap out of it! I meant the bandage sticking out from under her shirt!" He whispered back.

"You guys know I can hear you, right?" Destiny leaned in and whispered.

I jumped, "holy shit where did you come from!?"

"Your mom."

"Well, it probably would've been slightly funnier and more accurate if you would have said; Scott's mom. And that's not very original." I rushed my comeback.

"Screw off," she whispered back.

"That's the best you could come up with? Really!?" Scott rolled his eyes.

"You too, Scott."

"How about you-" I started but then got cut off by someone clearing their throat and saying,

"Actually, how about YOU shut your mouth. All of you! Or better yet, go down to the principals office."

Destiny stood up, "sorry, I started it. I'll go, they were only warning me about getting in trouble." Wait hold on SHE'S taking the blame?! WHAT?! WHY!?

"No, it's fine Destiny, sit down and don't do it again." Was all she got from him! THAT'S IT?! WHAT IS HAPPENING?!

Scott and I spun around, "why'd you do that?!" We both said at the same time.

She shrugged, "because unlike SOME people, I'm actually nice."

The last bell rang, "thank god!" I yelled and ran to my locker, grabbed my bag and met Scott outside. "Hey man-"

"Shut up." He stopped me and pointed forward, I followed his finger to see Derek pulling up in his car. He got out to meet somebody, she walked up to him and he smirked at us just before they kissed. But as he slid his hand up her shirt I couldn't not recognize that head of sky blue hair... Destiny. Fuck.

A spike of jealously hit me, part of me wanted to go right up to them and turn his werewolf ass into a carpet... But the other half of me couldn't move. So I just stood there, as if paralyzed from the neck down, and trust me, I know what that feels like.

"Look," Scott prompted and motioned towards where he was reaching up her shirt. I was about to make a snarky comment when I saw it, he moved her shirt up high enough to expose a giant bite. A werewolf bite.

"DO SOMETHING!" I screamed at Scott, he shook his head slowly though and we kept watching until they both got in his car and drove away.

"Follow them." Was the only thing Scott had to say to make me sprint to my pale blue jeep, get in, start the engine and drive after them. "SLOW DOWN!" Scott screamed.

I shook my head and we followed them to that old broken-down, underground train station where Derek had kept everyone in hiding.

We were ducking behind a table watching them when I said, "why is she with HIM?! Derek's, like, fifty!" Okay, maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration.

"Nah, he's at least forty." Scott added.

Before we knew it Scott and I were pressed against the front wall, opposite to the train, with Derek's ever-growing alpha nails at our throats. "I'm twenty-two, assholes." He spat at us.

"She doesn't know what she's getting in to!" I managed to get out between coughs and being strangled.

Derek chuckled and let us go, we fell to the floor and I don't know about Scott, but I think my shoulder's broken. "Of course she does! I told her everything!" He exclaimed loudly.

I glanced at Destiny before asking, "did you tell her about the alpha pack?"

"Not much, but yeah." Destiny replied herself.

-DESTINY'S P.O.V.-

"Not much, but yeah." I stared at Stiles.

Just then Stiles looked from me to Derek and abruptly attacked him. I screamed and leaped forward only to be held back by Isaac who said, "stay back. This is going to get dirty."

Stiles was over Derek punching him in the face but Derek didn't seem too affected. Isaac is right, Stiles is human and Derek is an alpha... Derek will tear him apart. That's why I wanted to step in! I don't want Stiles to get hurt, I'm not too worried about Derek, though. He's so much stronger, I'm just scared of what he's gonna do to Stiles.

Derek advanced on Stiles with his hands on his neck, choking Stiles.

"Stop it! Both of you!" I yelled and pulled away from Isaac, triggering my new werewolf abilities and jumping in the middle of it. It was risky, but I didn't care... I had to save Stiles, I care too much about him to let Derek rip his throat out.

I scratched Derek's face and growled, shoving him to the ground and throwing Stiles over to Scott. I jumped on top of Derek and dug my nails into his chest, dragging my hands down to his belly button, ripping his shirt and skin.

Derek howled in pain and swung an open hand at my neck, I pulled back and dodged it only to leap forward again, holding down his arms.

We stared into each other's eyes and he raised his head up a bit and I lowered mine until our lips met in the middle. Everything got heavier and I heard Isaac and Peter walk out of the room as Isaac whispered, "I thought alphas were supposed to be stronger..."

I also heard Scott drag Stiles out with a gagging sound, once they left Derek pulled off his top and helped me with mine. Soon everything was on the floor and you know what happens next.

I woke up pressed against Derek, he had his arm wrapped around my body, my head was resting on his bare chest and a white sheet was covering both of us.

All memory came back to me and I jumped up, backing away from him slowly. Oh. My. God. Did that actually happen?! That was... NO! IM ONLY FIFTEEN! Was he even... Nope, he wasn't. Fuck-fuck-Shit-fuck. I CAN'T GET PREGNANT! I moved back even quicker to the point where I almost fell backwards, well, I did... But someone caught me. I spun around to see Isaac looking into my eyes, "what's wrong?"

I looked down, "can I get pregnant?"

"There's a really low chance, so most likely no. But I wouldn't suggest letting Isaac hold you while you're naked for very much longer, Derek's a light sleeper." Peter answered instead of Isaac. "And I'm sure he wouldn't appreciate one of his betas going after /his/ property... Or staring at her breasts," he added and said that last part under his breath.

I put my one arm over each of my private areas and yelled, "I am NOT his property!"

Peter laughed and continued looking at the wall, "yes you are. But don't take it as an insult or however girls take these things, just think of it as... A protective boyfriend. A /really/ protective boyfriend. A boy friend who would kill-"

"Alright! Alright! I think she gets it..." Isaac cut Peter off, he sighed and walked away, mumbling,

"Sorry.." But not in a apologizing way. Anyways, Peter left Isaac, me and a sleeping Derek.

It was quiet until Isaac erupted in worry, "oh god, looks like Derek can't control himself during... Never mind," he looked at his feet and I stepped back, turned around, pulled a thong and a strapless bra out of my bag and slipped them on.

I turned back to Isaac, "what is it?"

"Here, let me clean your wounds." He said and I few minutes later I was sitting in his lap while he lightly pressed rubbing alcohol against the cuts on my back.

"I don't get it, aren't they supposed to be healed already?" I asked him quietly.

"Normally, yes. But injures that come from alphas heal slower, much slower." He explained.

"Seems everything is different when it comes to 'alphas'." I sighed and reacted to small stinging that came from the rubbing alcohol.

Isaac chuckled, "yeah, I guess so."

"What have I gotten myself into?"

"Why are you asking me?"

I glanced at him, "'cause you seem to know more than I do."

Isaac sighed slightly and continued to press a soaked cotton-ball to my back. "Well, since the alpha pack is after us, a lot. But if they weren't, you'd be alright... If you don't piss off Derek."

I straightened my spine, "what's he gunna do!?"

"I don't know, KILL YOU?"

"Why the fuck would he kill me just because we got into some little fight? And who says I'm his girlfriend or 'property' anyways!?"

"Well you don't exactly have sex with someone like Derek and not have it mean anything. He likes you a lot, and that's quite rare for Derek to have feelings for someone... He trusts you but not anyone else, you have to be careful." Isaac explained.

"Why does that make me feel claustrophobic?"

Isaac laughed, "you do like him, don't you?"

"Yeah, I do... Probably more than he likes me."

"Well don't let Erika hear you say that!" He exclaimed with a laugh.

I turned around, "who's Erika?!"

"Another beta in our pack. Her and Boid, also in this pack, arrived last night. They tried to leave before but instead ran into the alpha pack... They're okay now, the alphas gave them a warning though. But anyways, Erika tried to go after Derek in the beginning but he didn't seem too interested in her. She might still like him, I don't know much, but when they came last night I tried my hardest to not let her see you two... The last we need right now is two same-pack beta rivalry." Isaac said and continued cleaning my cuts.

"Does he seem interested in me?" I asked cautiously and closed my eyes, hoping he said yes.

But then a different voice said, "definitely." I looked up to see Derek, just in blue jeans, smiling at me. Then he cocked his head towards Isaac, "I think she's okay now." He said mono-tone. Isaac rolled his eyes and stood up, throwing the cotton-balls in the garbage and mumbling under his breath.

I jumped up and hugged Derek, "you didn't have to be so mean, he was only helping out."

"Well I don't need him to. I can take care of you my self." He said in a hard tone.

I stepped back, "no, /I /can take care of /my/self."

"Okay... I'm sorry, I'll talk to him later." Derek sighed.

I smiled and swung my arms around his neck, pecking him on the lips. "Good boy." I giggled. "But Isaac said Boid and Erika are here... And Erika likes you..?" I mumbled that last part and looked down.

"Nah don't worry about her, she's just another beta."

"Gee thanks, Derek." I heard and turned around to see a pretty blonde, and by pretty blonde I mean a fucking slut blondie.

"Erika don't start-" Derek began but she cut him off and walked forward slowly but with force, I clinged to Derek's arm.

"No, you don't start. I really, /really/ liked you... Then you go and do this!? UGH! And you choose this SLUT over me!?" She gave me a dirty look.

I let out a snarky laugh and said, "honey, please. /I'm/ the slut!? Me?! HAH! You're the one with your tits falling out of your shirt and wearing something so tight I'm surprised you can even breath!"

She snorted, "at least I'm not in a bra and thong with four guys around me!"

I glanced down at myself and realized I hadn't changed yet. I squealed and moved behind Derek, poking my head out to shoot something back at her, "that's not fair! You caught me off-guard! But at least I won't break my ankle wearing /those/ heels!" I laughed.

She stepped forward, "wanna go, whore!?"

I ran up to face her, "I sure do, you skank!" I yelled and clawed open her cheek, she howled and grabbed my hair as I slashed her arm with my nails as a reflex.

Just then Derek stepped between us and flashed red eyes at Erika, making her huddle on the ground. He looked at me and did the same, it was like a spell that made me not attracted to him, but instead completely terrified of my own boyfriend. If we're even dating yet...

He dropped down to me and held me in his arms, cradling my body and whispering calming and re-assuring things into my ear.

"Thanks babe, seeya later!" I waved to Derek as the bell signaling lunch was over rang.

I sprinted to my locker, then to class where everyone stared at me because I was late. "Ah, Ms. McCall. It seems you're taking up your brother's habit of being late... Go to the office." My teacher directed.

"But-"

"NOW!" He cut me off, I rolled my eyes and turned around.

Once I got down to the office I sat in one of the chairs beside some kid who was turned around.

After a while he turned to face me, "Destiny!?"

"Oh. Hi Stiles,"

"You didn't go home last night and Scott's mom was freaking out!"

I shrugged and smirked to myself while saying, "I got... Busy."

"Whatever, you're going to have to come up with a better excuse because-"

"DESTINY!" I heard Scott scream, I looked up and he pulled my arm with so much force that it caused me to fly to the opposing wall and hit my back hard against it. "WHERE WERE YOU?!"

"WITH MY PACK!" I yelled.

His face went soft, "no! You were screwing Derek weren't you!" He accused.

Stiles stood up and they both stared into my eyes, I stumbled across my words and Stiles covered his face with his hands, slowly shaking his head as he walked down the hallway. "Stiles!" I called after him but he only waved his hand in the air, showing he didn't want to talk... Or see my face.

"That's so gross... And you're only fifteen! Did he at least..." Scott trailed off and slightly smiled at a teacher who was walking by.

"No," I shook my head with no worry.

Scott shook my shoulders, "WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?! YOU DONT EVEN CARE THAT YOU MIGHT BE PREGNANT?!"

"Scott! Calm down! Peter said there's almost no chance I can get pregnant." I exclaimed.

"/Almost/ no chance," he mumbled.

I laughed like there was no possibility, which, there barely was. "Whatever, just don't do it again, come home And DONT have sex... Especially with Derek." He defined, "and you better pray you're not pregnant!" Scott said as he walked off.

I'm not pregnant, I'm not pregnant... I'm NOT pregnant!

But the more I said it to myself the more I believed I was.