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"There," Erica sighed, taking a step back to admire her work. Meg stood in front of the blonde with a very exasperated expression.

"Urgh, it's too tight!" She groaned tugging and pulling at the waist of her new black jeans. Erica dead-panned.

"Stop complaining, it's just the pants and you can barely see them with the top."

"Can I look in the mirror now?" Meg asked after a few moments. The blond rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"It's a window woman." She said. Meg shrugged turning around to stare at the reflection of her profile on the glass behind her.

"Well it's the best I can do now isn't it?"

"So what do you think?" Erica asked inquisitively, watching her friend admire herself.

Meg was surprised, she didn't expect to look that good. Erica had made her wear a baggy off shoulder top that showed off those bronze shoulder's of hers, tight black jeans—even though Meg complained about the measurements—they hugged her toned legs really well. Erica had promised not to apply too much make up and she didn't. Just sticking to a basic lip liner to give Meg's lips a little more pop and also eyeliner at the corners of the eyes. She tentatively ran her fingers through her dark hair that was down in waves that Erica combed and arranged to frame her small round face perfectly.

"…I kinda like it." She admitted in awe. Erica grinned.

"Me too, you look good." Meg wasn't used to a compliment by Erica, so she decided to treasure it. She spun around to face her friend again with a huge smile on her face.

"I do don't I?" Then after a moment of contemplation the smile on her lips fell as a look of tread took over her amber eyes.

"Erica I can't wear this, everyone will be staring!" she panicked going back to tugging at her jeans.

"That's the best part."

"I don't like being stared at." Meg pouted, Erica gaped.

"Wait let me get this straight, you don't mind being stared at if someone drew a mustache on your face but looking a little hot is a problem?" The blonde noted, Meg grinned at the memory.

"Well when I have a mustache they are laughing at me, not staring at me like I am walking down a runway."

"Honey, the world is our runway, you need to flaunt." Meg blinked surprised by Erica's words.

"That's a pretty good line." She stated as a smile slowly spread across her face.

"I know, now come on we need to leave, Isaac called like five times." Erica stated authoritatively while grabbing her hand bag she had thrown over Meg's bed.

"Right! I'll go grab my bag and let Derek know." The dark haired teenager exclaimed just as Erica began to make her way to the exit.

"I'll be outside." The blonde stated from the top of the stairs before leaving the railway station. Meg made her way towards the train, very aware of her flat boots that clopped under her. She didn't like the sound, she felt like a horse but she had promised Erica that she would wear them because they had no real heel. She averted her attention to the task at hand. She was going to tell Derek they were leaving. Meg rapped her knuckles against the train door but then a voice behind her startled her.

"Meg are you ready yet I need to—"Meg turned to face Derek just as he stopped mid sentence, staring speechlessly.

"Hey, Erica is here to pick me up, mind if I go with her?" She asked all smiles though her entire prickled under the intensity of Derek's pale eyes. His stare was hungrily taking in the sight of her, from her face all the way down to her legs. She could practically feel his gaze outline her body like a pair of hands would. But the astonishment left as soon as it was there and they were back to being that same hard silver, he looked into her eyes.

"Fine, are you coming back with her?" He asked after clearing his throat, Meg shook her head.

"Don't think so, I have gymnastics after school." Derek didn't say anything. He simply gave a nod of approval and walked past her and into the dark recess of his train. Meg stared after him in shock and slight disappointment. She didn't know why he was acting so moody or colder than usual today, but it made her feel queasy.

"That was weird." She muttered under her breath and turned to walk away.

Derek sat down on his hammock, his expression unreadable though his eyes were quivering. The image of Meg standing before his train flashed in his mind. Derek was used to admiring women, not that he ever pointed it out but he was a man and it was just elementary to notice a pretty girl and made a mental comment…but Meg.

He was already struggling with his new found feelings for her and then Erica goes and dresses her up like that—Her ebony hair looked like silk, her lips so lusciously pink—It was driving him mad. He had to admit, she looked better in the clothes Erica had bought her than the usual attire Meg wears but then an even more terrifying thought came to his mind…she was going to school looking like that. Derek was instantly consumed by the fires of envy at the thought of hormonal teenage boys looking at her the way he did.

"Meg will you hurry the **** up!"

"Calm yourself Goldie!" Meg exclaimed walking through the school entrance though she didn't hold her usual carefree confidence. She felt self conscious and it scared her. Erica was fully aware of how hard Meg was trying to act like her old self but that was easier said than done, the blonde felt somewhat guilty but at the same time she wanted what she thought was best for her friend.

They made their way down the corridors with lockers and other students on either side. A few guys had stopped their conversing to look admire Meg. At the prying of their eyes she immediately pushed her body closer to Erica's side.

"Meg?" Isaac's voice grabbed the girl's attention. He was standing next to Body beside their lockers. Both the males looked down at Meg like she had grown two heads.

"Hey…guys." She mumbled and Isaac grinned already predicting what had happened.

"Well aren't you a happy bunny." He commented she scowled.

"Erica is evil."

"That is true." Erica retorted quite pleased with herself.

"Everyone keeps staring at me, why do you like torturing me?"

"Because it's so much fun." Meg frowned not at all amused by Erica's words, the blonde rolled her eyes and threw a comforting arm over Meg's shoulders.

"Look it's hardly a huge makeover, all I did was give you pants that actually fit you and a big shirt with a little oomph."

"Try big oomph, it's practically falling off my shoulders!" Meg retorted, repeatedly shrugging one shoulder to keep the collar from slipping, but that was pointless.

"It's the style." Erica stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Well I liked my own style." Meg snapped.

"Your old style sucked, you looked like midget who lost her way to the circus." Meg mock-gasped, taken back by Erica's insult. Isaac and Body's laughter surrounded them.

"Now chin up and walk, don't care about what others think."

"Yes, mistress." She mumbled.

"Besides, they won't dare come near us, we are the trouble makers remember?" Boyd stated with a smile to assure Meg's worries, which worked like magic. She was instantly her grinning self again.

"Oh right, the bad gang, we should have our own theme song."

"Meg don't—" Erica was cut off when Meg abruptly began singing.

"They are walking down the corridors, you better be sorry though because they are the Baaad gaaaaaang "

"Please stop." Isaac insisted when she started to do her jazz hands. Meg ignored him and looked to Boyd, thrusting an arm out in his direction.

"Boyd guitar solo!"

"I am not doing this with you." Meg frowned at Boyd's blunt rejection.

"Fine I'll do it myself. Daann—mphm!" Her words were muffled when Isaac—yet again— clamped his palm over her mouth and pulled her to his side, locking her there.

"Here is a new theme song for you. It's called Silence." He whispered into her ear. Erica and Boyd sighed in relief as Meg struggled. She was muttering obscenities as Isaac dragged her behind them to their awaiting class.

"Meg?" Scott and Stiles uttered in surprised to the unsuspecting Meg, who was in the middle of taking some of her book out of her locker when they had walked over.

"Hey guys!" She greeted merry as usual with a big smile on her face. The two boys took their time to absorb her new sense of fashion.

"Whaa…what happened?" Stiles stuttered out after finding his voice. He couldn't stop staring…well everywhere.

"Erica happened. Honestly do I look that different?" Meg pondered cautiously. She hoped her new attire didn't result to them treating her differently.

"Yes—I mean no! I mean…you look good." Scott stumbled with his words and immediately blushed at the fact that he was tongue tied. Meg didn't seem to mind, in fact her smile only grew.

"Really, oh shucks you guys!" She laughed rather manically causing them both to dead-pan.

"Internally you haven't changed."

"Yeah Erica tried to do that too, but then she decided she loved me too much." Stiles smiled at her words while Scott shook his head in disbelief.

"So we are still on for Saturday right?" McCall asked looking all hopeful, Meg nodded eagerly.

"Heck yes, prepares to weep dweebs."

"How are we the dweebs? You are like six inches shorter than us." Stiles pointed out before swiftly patting her on the head. Meg pulled away insulted.

"Three, I counted okay." She reminded.

"That's what she said." Scott added grinning proudly.

"Did Alyson really say that?" Meg asked feign dubiousness.

"OOHHH" Stiles howled before laughing loudly and high-fiving Meg's open hand. Scott rolled his eyes at their immaturity and prick of her jest.

"Ha-ha very funny." He muttered under his breath.

"It was hilarious actually." Stiles included looking to Meg who grinned.

"Hey, want to hang out again this free period?" Stiles asked throwing away the idea of heading to the library. He much rather spend his free period with Meg and her antics.

"Yeah sure, you can teach me that neat trick you were telling me about in Lacrosse."

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"So will you be able to make it tomorrow for the run?" Billy asked while accompanying Meg out of the gym. She rubbed her chin thoughtfully.

"Wait tomorrow is a Saturday right?"

"Yup," He answered merrily, she pouted.

"I can't, I have plans with a few friends of mine, is there another date we can set up?" Mario cart day, I wonder if Derek can make it.

"Well Sunday morning run is good. How about we meet at school at around say…seven?" Meg replayed his question in her mind again. Luckily she didn't completely drift off at the thought of her Alpha.

"Great, let's do it!" She said with much enthusiasm. Billy grinned his green eyes twinkling.

"I'll let the rest of the team know, see you Meg." He said before waving goodbye and racing off. Meg stared after him with a smile.

"Adios!" She yelled but then a lone black Chevrolet on the opposite side of the road caught her eye. Her smile instantly brightened.

"It's weird how you do that." Meg commented just as she got into the car, her word surprised Derek. He seemed to have been spacing.

"Do what?" He asked in his stern tone as he swerved the car on to the main road.

"Arrive right on time, I never thought you to be the punctual kind."

"Who was that kid you were talking to?" He asked rather snappy and judgmentally. Meg was taken aback by his tone but answered, regardless.

"Billy, he is in my marathon team we are having a run with the team Monday morning. I hope that's okay."

"Why would I care? Do what you want." Her smile instantly wavered at his snide tone. Her amber eyes took in his expression behind his shades his eyebrows were more furrowed than usual and his scowl had deepened. Meg felt that familiar pang in her chest and she turned her gaze to the window. Feeling confused and slightly hurt, they fell into a silence all the way back to the station.

Derek felt his stomach turn into knots, he had never been snappy with Meg before. Maybe once or twice but she always manages to turn it around with her carefree nature and jokes, but this time he knew she took it seriously. The tense silence was enough proof. Derek didn't know why he didn't apologise—well it just wouldn't be him—but he didn't know why he acted the way he did. His mind was a mess and so were his emotions.

Even when he parked the car and got out he didn't wait for her. He wanted to get away from her for a while. Who was that guy she was talking to? Why did she look so good in those clothes? Such smooth bronze shoulders, her long flowy black hair, it was undoing.

"Is something wrong?" Meg asked, he tensed up but didn't turn to acknowledge her. He looked to his train in agony. Only a few steps away, he could just ignore her and keep walking but he couldn't.

"What?"

"You are acting all weird, more than usual." She pointed out.

"Nothing is wrong." He snapped.

"You don't want to talk about it?" She asked carefully. Derek sighed, his fingers curling into fists.

"You are really starting to irritate me now Meg," That was a lie, she was anything but irritating. She was everything he ever needed and at the same time what he felt he didn't deserve.

"But that's our thing right? I irritate you, you threaten to kill me and then it's all good." There she was doing it again, trying to joke her way out of a situation. Derek figured it could be a defense mechanism or just her method at lightening a mood, but he refused to fall for it. Instead he kept walking without turning back. H

e slammed the train door behind him, unaware of the chipped heart and bruised ego he left behind him.