Hey! I am so sorry for not posting any new chapters the last weeks. I had the last days of school and i was busy with my summerjob. I hope you guys can forgive me:(


''Hey, come on, it's gonna be fine, right? Personally I think you're handling this pretty freaking amazingly. You know, it's not like there's a 'lycanthrophy for beginners' class you can take." Stiles said to Scott as they walked past me.

''Yeah, not a class, but maybe a teacher.." Scott said. I walked towards them, wanting to know where they were talking about.

''Who? Derek? You forgot the part where we got him tossed into jail?'' Stiles exclaimed.

''Hey guys, where are you talking about?'' I asked.

''No! But chasing her, dragging her to the back of the bus, it felt so real.." Scott answered Stiles while ignoring me.

''How real?" I asked. ''What is this about?" I was so confused.

''Like it actually happened.'' Scott said as we walked through the door. I looked up and saw one of the school buses covered in blood and scratches.

''I think it did..." Stiles said.

''Scott, Stiles, you are going to tell me what happened because whatever it is, the bus has something to do with this, and it isn't good.'' I said with a strictly.

''Tell me about it.'' Stiles answered while staring at the bus.

''I had a nightmare about Allison, it was in the school bus, I killed her.." Scott said in shock. ''Oh my god, Oh my god, I killed her!" He said while turning around.

''She's probably fine!'' Stiles said to calm him down.

''She's not answering my texts, Stiles.''

''It could just be a coincidence.''

''no.'' Scott really started to panic. He walked around looking for her. At the end of the hallway he turned right and stopped at a locker, breathing heavily. With a growl he punched the locker. Stiles and I froze, the whole locker was bent and broken. Scott looked up and saw the damage he had made.

''Hey, isn't that Jackson's locker?" I asked Stiles. He nodded.

Scott took a few steps back in disbelief, and right on that moment he bumped into Allison.

''Oh my god, you scared the hell outta me.'' Allison said.

''You're okay." Scott said, clearly relieved.

''Once my heart starts beating again, yeah.'' Allison replied while taking her books from the floor while Scott stared at her. ''What?'' she asked.

''I'm just happy to see you.'' Scott answered. Right on that moment the principle broadcasted something about the bus incident.

''Let's go to class." I said to Stiles. And so we did.


''Maybe it was my blood on the door.'' Scott said to me and Stiles.

''It could have been animal blood. You know, maybe you caught a rabbit or something.'' Stiles answered.

''And did what?" Scott replied.

''Ate it.'' Stiles explained.

''Raw?'' Scott said, as if it was the weirdest thing ever.

''No, you stopped to bake it in a werewolf oven, I don't know. You're the one who can't remember anything.'' I answered.

''Ms. Monseen, if that's your idea of a hushed whisper you might wanna pull the headphones out every once in a while. I think you, mr. Stilinski and mr. Mccall would benefit from a little distance, yes?'' Said the teacher.

''No!" Stiles answered for me.

The teacher pointed in different directions, one for each of us. Well, screw you teacher whose name I forgot. ''Let me know if the separation anxiety gets to be too much.'' The teacher said.

''Hey I think they found something!'' yelled the girl who was now sitting next to Scott. Everyone stood up and ran to the windows. We saw how policemen moved a brancard with somebody on it.

''That's not a rabbit.'' Scott concluded. Right after he said that the person on the brancard got up and screamed. Which scared all of the people in our classroom.

''This is good, this is good. He got up, he's not dead! Dead guys can't do that.'' Stiles said to reassure Scott.

''Stiles, I did that...'' was the only thing that Scott said.


''But dreams aren't memories.'' I said.

''But it wasn't a dream, something happened last night and i can't remember what.'' Scott said back.

''what makes you so sure that Derek even has all the answers?'' Stiles asked.

''Because! During the full moon he wasn't changed, he was in total control while I was running around in the middle of the night attacking some totally innocent guy!'' Scott explained.

''We don't know that.'' I said.

''We don't not know it.'' Scott fired back. ''I can't go out with Allison, I have to cancel it.'' He concluded.

''No, you're not cancelling okay? You can't just cancel your entire life. We'll figure it out.'' Stiles said.

''Figure what out?'' We heard Lydia say while she sat down next to Scott. The first thing I did was give her an irritated look.

''Just, eh, Homework..'' Scott explained.

''Why is she sitting with us?'' I whispered to Scott and Stiles. Apparently they didn't know that either because they gave some unknowing looks to me. We looked up and Scott took his Jacket off the chair next to him as Allison wanted to sit down next to Scott as well. Some girl sat down next to stiles. Next to me I had Danny, the best friend of Jackson. Some random guy sat down next to Danny.

After some seconds of awkward silence it was broken by Jackson. ''Get up.'' He demanded the random guy.

''You never ask Danny to get up!'' the boy replied.

''Because I don't stare at his girlfriend.'' Danny said.

The boy stood up and walked away while Jackson took place and looked around the table. His eyes stopped when he saw me and he gave me a smile. I tried not to blush and gave him a smile back.

''So I heard this thing about an animal attack. Probably a cougar?'' Danny said.

''I heard a mountain lion.'' Jackson answered.

''A cougar is a mountain lion.'' Lydia said. ''Isn't it?''

''Who cares, the guy is probably some homeless tweaker who's going to die anyway.'' Jackson replied.

''Actually I just found out who it is, check it out.'' Stiles said as he turned his phone towards the rest of the people from our table.

''I, I know this guy!'' Scott said in disbelief.

''you do?'' I asked.

''Yeah, when I used to take the bus when I was back living with my dad. He was the driver.'' Scott answered.

''Can we talk about something slightly more fun please?'' Lydia asked. ''Like where we are going tomorrow night?''

Everybody gave her a questioning look. ''You said that you and scott were hanging out tomorrow night, right?'' Lydia asked Allison.

''Uhm, we were thinking about what we are going to do.'' Allison answered.

''well, I'm not sitting home again watching lacrosse videos so if the four of us are hanging out, we're doing something fun.'' Lydia proclaimed.

''Hanging out? Like the four of us? Do you wanna hang out like us and them?'' Scott asked Allison with some confusion.

''Yeah, I guess. ehm, sounds fun.'' Allison replied.

''You know what else sounds fun? Stabbing myself in the face with this fork.'' Jackson said with some irritation. I couldn't help but to laugh about that.

''What?'' I asked when Stiles, Scott and Lydia looked at me like I was crazy.

''Ehm, your face.'' Lydia said with some bitchy voice. Ughh, I hate her. I gave her an arrogant look and then looked away.

''How about Bowling?'' Lydia continued the previous conversation. ''You love to bowl!'' She exclaimed to Jackson.

''Yeah, with actual competition.'' He said.

''How do you know we're not 'actual competition'?'' Allison replied. ''You can bowl, right?'' she asked Scott.

''Sort of." was his answer.

''Is it sort of? Or yes?'' Jackson asked.

''Yes, in fact, I'm a great bowler.'' Scott answered.


I decided to go to Derek after school, since he was out of jail again. Just as usual we lay down on his bed talking about random things that were going through our minds.

On some point we were out of stuff to talk about. I guess that my brain thought that silence was more awkward than starting to talk about the kiss.

"Why did you kiss me?" I asked out of the blue. Oh my god did I really ask that?

"I don't know." He admitted.

"I don't know why but I don't even regret it. Even though it's so unfair for Jackson." I said.

"He has a girlfriend." Was his response.

"You're right, but, did it, ehm, did it mean anything to you?" I asked with some hesitation.

"Maybe.. Did it mean anything to you?" He asked.

"Maybe.." I answered. "We can find out if it did, but if it doesn't we won't talk about it ever again."

"Well, I guess I have to take the risk." Derek said.

He sat straight up and waited for me to do the same. After I sat in front of him he leaned closer. I closed my eyes but right on the moment that he wanted to kiss me, he turned away.

"Someone's here." Was the only thing he said. He climbed off the bed and stared out of the window.

I heard a guy talking to somebody, I assumed he was making a phone call or something because I didn't hear an answer. A dog growled. The man outside tried to calm him but the dog started barking like crazy. I guess the guy was so scared that he just left. The car drove away.

Derek turned towards me. "Sorry for that."

"It wasn't your fault that somebody stopped by." I said.

"Yeah, I guess so.." He agreed with me. He walked towards me again, wanting to finish what we started. He sat down next to me, took my hand and looked at me. He came some closer. But, again, we got interrupted by something.

"I know you can hear me." A very familiar voice said.

Derek didn't respond.

"I need your help." The voice said, who was now recognised as Scott.

Derek walked towards the door of his room. "Come." He demanded me as he walked down the stairs.

I opened the door and saw Scott standing in front of me.

"Marylin.. What are you doing here?" He said in surprise.

"Visiting my friend." I said as Derek came standing next to me.

"Derek, I need to talk to you. Alone." Scott said.

Derek took my hand and led me back to the hall way. "It'll be done in a few minutes." He said. Then he stepped back and closed the door right in front of me.

"Are you freaking kidding me?" I yelled, knowing they could hear me easily.

Luckily, my ears still worked as well. I could follow the whole conversation.

"Okay, I know I was part of you getting arrested and that we basically announced you being here to the hunters and also don't know what happened to your sister. But I think I did something last night. I had a dream about someone, but someone else got hurt. It turns out that part of the dream might have actually happened." Scott explained.

"You think you attacked the driver?" Derek asked him.

"Did you see what I did last night?" Scott exclaimed.

"No." was the answer.

"Can you at least tell me the truth? Am I gonna hurt someone?" Scott asked.

"Yes."

"Could I kill someone?"

"Yes."

"Am I gonna kill someone?"

"Probably." Derek was answering short and clear. But it was annoying though. "Look I can show you how to remember. I can show you how to control the shift, even on the full moon. But it's not gonna come for free."

"What do you want?" Scott asked confused.

"You'll find out. But for now I'm gonna give you what you want. Go back to the bus, go inside, see it, feel it, like your senses, your sight, smell, touch. Let them remember for you." Derek explained.

"That's it, just go back?" Scott was clearly surprised by how easy it was.

"Do you wanna know what happened?" Derek asked for assurance.

"I just wanna know if I hurt anyone." Scott said.

"No you don't. You wanna know if you'll hurt her." Derek said. He opened the door and walked towards me. "I told you it would be for some minutes only." He said to me. He took my hand and led me up the stairs again.

"Okay, now, let's start again." Derek said while closing the door of his room behind us. He pulled me closer and turned us around so I was standing against the door. His hand was placed at the back of my neck as he leaned forward. Then he stopped. Waiting for me to say something.

"Kiss me." I demanded him. And so he did. His lips found mine and he kissed me softly.

It was like a chain of emotions broke out. He really was a great kisser. It felt good, safe, and most of all, it felt so normal, it felt like I'd done this a million times with him.

Derek pulled back. "First reaction?" He asked.

"Wow." I said.

"Did it mean something?" He asked me.

"I guess so. It felt like I have done this so many times with you, it felt comfortable and good. Very good." I explained. "Did it mean something to you?" I asked Derek.

"Honestly, it did. Don't freak out please, but you're the first person in years who came so close to me." He took a deep breath before continuing. "I- I like you Marylin. I really do.."