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The McCall Twin

Chapter Two - Wolf Moon Pt. 2

"Hot," I mumbled. My eyes widened when I realized what I said, "I mean Scott, yeah, Scott, my sibling, my brother from the same mother." I looked at Sexy. I have got to stop! "Scott, that's his name, mi hermano." Holy crap, really…?

Sexy looked at me, barely showing emotion, before turning to my brother and Stiles. Well rude…yet sexy. I really need my mind cleansed from dirtiness.

"What are you doing here? Huh? This is private property." Oh, he's mad. Why is that turning me on?

"Uh, sorry man, we didn't know." Stiles said.

Scott continued, "Yeah, we were just looking for something, but forget it."

Suddenly, Sexy pulled something out of his pocket and threw it to my brother. Scott caught it - his inhaler.

I looked up and saw Sexy staring at me. He gazed at me for a moment before walking away swiftly. I watched him leave; I couldn't help but notice what a nice ass he had- fudge. I shook my head as I began moving towards Scott and Stiles.

"Alright, I have to get to work and get Em home." Scott said and I nodded, still thinking about Sexy.

"Guys that was Derek Hale," Stiles exclaimed. "You remember him, right? He's only like a few years older than us."

So Sexy's name is Derek. Mm, that's hot. Ooh, I just pulled a Paris Hilton- scary.

Scott and I shared a glance before asking simultaneously, "Remember what?" I think I would have remembered someone as sexy as him before.

"His family; they all burned to death in a fire like ten years ago."

"Wonder what he's doing back." Scott pondered. He's come back to have his way with me… A girl can hope, right?

Stiles shrugged and then smiled deviously at me, "Smooth, back there." He then mimicked, "I mean Scott my brother from the same mother."

"Shut up," I punched his arm and he whimpered. Sissy…

A shrill scream came from the horror film playing on the TV as I chewed on a piece of a Red Vine. Yeah, these are my Thursday nights. Thrilling, huh?

I turned off the TV and stretched my arms when I stood. I spun around as I heard the door open; It was Scott and from the looks of it he just got laid, or won the lottery. Please be the lottery.

"Hey," I said walking towards him. "Did you win the lottery?"

His dreamy look swiped off his face and confusion filled it. "What? No."

"Did you get laid?"

His eyes widened and he practically shouted in outrage, "No!"

I raised my hands up in defense. "Alright, take it easy, Fido."

He glared at me. "Why the hell are you asking me that?" He inquired, walking into the kitchen.

I followed him and shrugged, "Dunno, you seem like you have a rainbow up your ass."

He turned around to me and raised an eyebrow, "Am I supposed to know what that means?"

"It means, smart one, that you are all smiles and you look like your face is about to crack from all of it."

He rolled his eyes, but his cheeks darkened.

"Is that a blush I see, twin?" I asked, grinning. "And who, may I ask, is making you blush?"

He didn't answer as he continued to drink from a water bottle.

"Not talking, eh? Alright, I just have to guess… It wouldn't happen to be Allison, would it?" His cheeks darkened more and he gained a dreamy look in his eyes. "Oh yeah, that's how good I am."

He laughed, "Am I that obvious?"

"The truth," I asked him and he nodded. "You practically have a blimp over your head saying 'I have the hots for Allison Argent. That's A-l-l-i-s-o-n A-r-g-e-n-t.' So yes, it is bad."

"You're lying." He accused.

I shook my head, grinning, "I kid you not, twin. I'm serious."

"You know it's hard to take you serious when you're wearing footie pajamas." He smirked, "Dinosaurs, Em?"

"Hey, dinosaurs are cool!" I defended.

He nodded with that stupid smirk attached to his face.

"You know what I don't have to put up with this. I'm going to bed, goodnight, Scott." I started moving away when I heard him say, "By the way, I didn't get laid, but I got a date with her."

Oh man… No, don't give in. I'm mad. He dissed the dinosaur footie. Stay strong.

"Ah, Scott, oh twin, really? You got a date with her? That's awesome. I knew you being related to me would work out eventually." I said as I practically smothered him. "Don't think I'm not still mad about the dinosaurs, but good job!"

I cracked, so what?

Scott and I were walking around the school as the final bell rang. Scott had one last practice to see if they would make the team.

"I'm just saying you could have told me you were going swimming this morning. Who said I didn't want to go?" I said as strolled with him to the lacrosse field. "I can't believe you did that without me."

Scott groaned, "Em, I told you. I slept walk three miles into the woods. I didn't do it on purpose. When I was in the water I thought I was in a lake."

"Well, you still could have brought me along," I huffed, sitting on the bleachers. "Now go make me proud to call you my twin."

He rolled his eyes, but smiled and ran to the bench.

I was playing Fruit Ninja on my phone when a shadow casted over me. I looked up and saw Stiles with a worried look on his face.

"You look like shit," I stated bluntly. "Problems, pumpkin?"

Stiles sat down next to me and said quickly, "The reports from my dad came back and they found animal hair on the body."

"So?" I asked. "She was in the woods torn in half. You didn't think animals would pass up a little buffet now, did you?"

"Em, it was a wolf." Those five words made my eyes widen.

"No shit?" I asked breathlessly. So Scott was bit by a wolf? "You're not thinking what I think you are, are you?"

He nodded slowly. "Yes Em, werewolf."

"Does Scott know?"

Stiles shook his head, "He wouldn't listen to me."

"Don't worry, Stiles. I'll tell him… right now." I declared as I marched with Stiles on the field where the players were grouped together. Stiles didn't try to stop me. He was smart not to.

I eventually got to the center of circle, but I wasn't by Scott and I didn't want to just blab out 'Scott, you really were bitten by a wolf and you might be a werewolf. Good luck.' Yeah that didn't seem the best, so I was forced to be quiet as Finstock went on about making the cut, girlfriend love, parents being happy. Yawn!

"Now get out there and show me what you got- McCall?" He had been looking at all of the players and finally noticed me. I waved. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh uh, you know, just came to wish my brother luck," I said, but it came out a question. I nodded, "That's good. Yeah, that's what I came to do. Good luck, Scott!" I shouted cheerily to him. He looked embarrassed.

"Uh, McCall," Finstock called.

I turned to him, "Yo?"

"I love your enthusiasm, but get off my field!"

"Well, I was going to say you were looking rather nice today, but you can forget that," I huffed and turned away. "Good luck, Stiles!" Hopefully, he would get the other meaning.

I sat down and watched the game with Allison and, unfortunately, Lydia. Scott kicked ass again. He was really good. It was almost impossible. I was starting to believe what Stiles was saying.

After the scrimmage, I went home to get ready for the party and to help my mommy clean the house. Fun! Yeah right, Scott never has to clean…

Around 5:30, I finished straightening my hair when I heard voices. They were coming from Scott's room. Me being the nosey twin decided to go see what was going on. I walked in and saw my mom and Scott talking.

"Hola, mi familia," I chirped as I jump-sat on Scott's bed.

"Em," Scott exclaimed and proceeded into covering his naked chest. Oh my goodness.

I waved him off, "Oh please, Scott. We use to take baths together."

"She's right and I'm your mother." Yes, mom agreed with me! Take that, Scott! "Now," She turned back to him, "Is this a date or a party?"

I shouted, "Date!"

Scott glared halfheartedly before he said, "Maybe both."

Mom grinned, "And her name is?"

"Allison," I said in a sing-song voice.

Scott rolled his eyes, but the dreamy smile threw him off.

Mom smiled before handing Scott the keys.

"Thank you," Scott smiled as he took the keys. Ha, he wouldn't be smiling if he knew he wasn't going alone to pick up his sweetie-pie. Oh, time to drop the bomb.

"You do know you're taking me, right?" I asked, smirking.

Scott turned to me fast and said, "What?"

"Well, you have the car and I need a ride, sweet twin of mine. Hey, that rhymed."

"No, ask Stiles to take you."

"No. Mommy, tell him." I pleaded with my mom.

She looked at me and threw an eyebrow up in question, "How old are you again? Six?"

"Five," I corrected. "Now, tell him, mommy!"

She sighed, "You're taking her." Then she made to leave.

"But mom-," She cut him off, "Ah, no buts. Have a nice time, kids."

I smirked winningly and Scott scowled.

I blew him a kiss and pranced to my room to change. I chose a white off-the-shoulder shirt, dark blue skinny jeans, and black combat boots. I slipped on my Vintage Silver Rose Pendant leather necklace that Scott gave me for my fifteenth birthday and ruffled my straight hair. Ready to party! I grabbed my phone and ran downstairs when Scott called me quite impatiently, might I add.

Scott practically sped to Allison's house. When she got in the car, she didn't even notice me; she was too caught up with Scott. He was the same. It's sweet, but I want to party not throw up. Well…maybe after a drink or two…or twelve. Time to make my entrance…

"Can you two stop having eye-sex and drive?" I smirked as they sprung apart and turned away from each other.

Allison turned to me, a bright blush evident on her cheeks, "Hey, Emily."

"Hey Al, didn't think you saw me." My smirk grew even more as her cheeks became darker.

Scott decided to intervene. "Alright, let's go!"

Smart boy.

We had got to the party and I immediately departed from the love birds. They were so cute it was sick. I grabbed a beer and began dancing with everybody including Danny. Hey, he's a good dancer and I don't have to worry about him copping a feel.

Danny and I were dancing when a hand grabbed my arm. I turned around and saw Allison. She had a worried look on her face.

"Something's wrong with Scott." Those four words made me thank Danny for the dance and go with Allison to find Scott.

We ran to the front and saw my mom's car, the one Scott drove here, speed off. Well, there goes my ride and brother. Wow, he has a lot of explaining to do. He just doesn't have Allison to worry about. He has me and I am far much worse.

"Am I getting Punk'd?" I asked no one in particular, watching the now empty street. "Seriously, where's Ashton?"

"Did he have somewhere to be?" Allison asked hopefully. Aw, she really liked him. Ah, he's such a butt-munch to ruin it!

I was mad yet I still covered for his ass. "You know now that you mention it, I think he did. I don't what it was though. I mean I usually zone out when he talks to me."

Allison let a small smile grace her lips.

"Allison, Emily," I spun around and saw Sexy- I mean Derek Hale looking at us. God, it has to be illegal to be that hot.

"I'm a friend of Scott's." He said this to Allison. I mean I think I would have known if Scott was talking to Sexy. Oops, I mean Derek. I really have to be careful with that, or I'll say it aloud one day.

"My name's Derek." Or Sexy.

"Hey," Allison said uncertainly then looked at me in question.

This wasn't what I learned at safety awareness presentations, but I could care less if Sexy's involved. Plus I wanted to know why he's talking to us. "Oh yeah, I think I've heard my brother talk about you before."

Derek nodded, "That's me. Scott asked me to drive you both home. What do you say?"

Allison looked at me and I shrugged, "Sure." Even though, on the inside, I was screaming 'HELL YES!' See, I'm just that good.

After dropping a confused Allison off, I found myself alone with Sexy in his sexy car. Oh yeah even his car is sexy. Everything about him is sexy- his voice, face, ass, body, car, clothes, ass, eyes, hair, ass. Oh, did I mention his ass?

I could seriously stare at it all day, but it would be hard to right now seeing as he is sitting down. But fear not I have already saved it as my phone screen-saver it. Ok, I'm not that weird… I have it engraved in my head. No, I'm joking. Hehe…leave me alone. If you saw his ass then you would go to drastic measures to keep it in your mind. Wait, did he say something?

"Huh?" Was my fabulous line.

He let out a frustrated breath and said, "We're at your house."

I turned to my right and saw my house. How the hell did he know where I lived? He's a stalker now? Ooh, my own stalker with gorgeous green eyes. Crap, focus Emily.

"You know where I live?"

Derek looked indifferent. "It's a small town."

"Uh-huh…" I sang.

He looked ready to argue, but I stopped him. "Hey, what was the deal with tonight? I mean I would know if Scott was hanging with you. He tells me everything…or I occasionally snoop through his stuff, but you didn't hear that from me."

"Emily, I'm sorry," Derek said not sounding sorry at all, "but I have to go." He doesn't have to say sorry if he keeps saying my name. My name has never sounded so hot.

"Look, you must know where my twin went and I don't. See my dilemma?" I asked. "I can't go back without Scott. My mom would flip, so I need you to take me to him."

He sighed exasperatedly, "I don't know where your brother is, but I'm guessing he's in his room."

What the…? "How do you know, Sex-," Holy hell, "S-Stalker, yeah stalker."

"Because his light is on and the car is parked." That was a close one.

I turned and sure enough Scott's light was on and the car sat there in the driveway. So he ditched me to come home? Oh, he was going to get his twinny ass kicked.

"That douche," I muttered.

I got out of the car and before I could thank Derek for the ride, he was already peeling out. He gets more mysterious every time I see him. God, that was so hot when he drove like that. Ooh and so is his ass.

I shook my head. Go yell at Scott, then think of sexy assed Derek.

I unlocked the door and walked upstairs, tripping on the last step. Who has two thumbs, a hurt knee and falls going up the stairs…? This twin!

I walked determinedly, or as determined as you can get after several drinks, to Scott's room… Let's just say the walls ran into me a couple of times. I pounded on his door.

"Scott Tyler McCall, you better open this door and explain why your ass left me at that party." I said strongly, but it came out slurred.

Nothing happened.

"Scott, don't test me. I will get Byron."

No sound came from the other side.

"Scott?" I opened the door and saw no one in sight.

I walked in and noticed the window open. I looked out the window and shook my head. There was no way Scott could get out from here. But it made no sense. He ditched me and Allison with the car only to sneak out again without the car. What is this boy smoking?

Then it hit me like Mike Tyson's fist in Hangover. Tonight was the full moon…Scott was bit by a wolf…My twin brother is a werewolf…Awesome!

My thoughts were cut off as I heard my doorbell ringing frantically. What the hell?

I walked out of Scott's room and found my mom looking at me. We didn't say anything as we walked down the stairs. Mom walked closer to the door and I snuck away to the kitchen to get my trustee companion, Byron.

"Who is it?" I heard mom ask.

I didn't hear the reply because it was muffled, but I heard the door open and that's when I attacked.

"Ah!"

I lifted Byron over my head and was going to swing, but stopped as I saw it was Stiles flinching and not some crazed killer lunatic. Swear between him and Scott, they are going to drive me crazy.

"Emily?"

I turned to my mom and chuckled nervously. "How was your night, mom?"

She gave me a look before turning to Stiles. "Stiles, what on earth are you doing?"

"I, uh, I- Em, your home," He stuttered.

My eyebrows furrowed as I spoke, "Yeah…"

He looked at me, almost pleading, and said, "I thought I had to take you home and you weren't at the party, so yeah, just thought I would check up on you."

"Oh," I said nonchalantly, "Oh…Oh! Yeah, Danny dropped me off."

Mom looked at us, her eyebrows raised. "Are you two ok?"

Stiles and I glanced at each other. "Yeah, we're fine."

"Nothing wrong," I continued. "Mom, can I talk to Stiles real quick?"

"Sure," Mom said slowly. After giving us a contemplating look, she walked into the kitchen.

I chuckled nervously then spun around to Stiles, "Where's Scott?"

"I don't know," He admitted. "He ran off after I told him Derek drove you and Allison home. You weren't here, but after I saw Allison at her house I decided to check it out."

"Oh my twin," I muttered.

"Ow," I cried as something slapped the back of my head. "Stiles…"

"What were you thinking? I mean getting in the car with that psycho. Are you nuts, Em? He could have killed you! I mean you saw him in the woods, all scary and dark." Stiles scolded.

"He's not a psycho," I defended. Don't be talking about Sexy like that.

He rolled his eyes. "You're just saying that because you have the hots for him, which I don't see how you could. He's…eh."

"Great description," I said sarcastically. "And don't give me that crap; you like Lydia, which I don't see how you could. She's…eh." I mocked, but meant every word.

"Touché," Stiles commended. "I got to go find Scott."

"Wait," I stopped him. "I'll go with you. Let me tell my mom."

I ran to the kitchen. "Mom, hey, I'm going to go back to the party with Stiles, ok?"

"Ok, sweetie," She nodded then she touched my arm. "Just be safe."

I gave her an odd look before sauntering back to Stiles.

"What?" Stiles questioned.

I looked back to the kitchen and shook my head, "I don't know, let's go."

We got in the car and Stiles drove off.

I was looking out the window when Stiles asked me, "Hey, I thought you were wearing a necklace tonight?"

I felt my neck and furrowed my eyebrows, "I thought I did too, but hey I don't even remember what kind of underwear I'm wearing."

"Nice, Em," Stiles snorted.

I shrugged, "I try."

After about five minutes, I turned on the radio and one of my songs came on. Candyman by Christina Aguilera. I couldn't fight the feeling to dance and sing. I wanted to find Scott, but this will stop me from worrying. Yeah, that sounds sensible.

"Sweet, sugar, candyman," I sang along.

Stiles groaned, "Change it."

I stuck my tongue out, "No. He's a one stop, get it while it's hot, baby don't stop."

"Em," He warned.

"Oh come on Stiles, you know you like it. Sing it!" I grinned. "He's a one stop shop with real big uh!"

"He's a sweet talking sugar coated candyman," Stiles muttered before grumbling and changing the station.

I laughed at him and he smacked my head. "Hey!"

I smacked him back. It soon became a smack-a-thon until he retorted, "No hitting the driver!"

"Excuses," I countered. "I win."

"Timeout."

"There's no timeouts."

"Yes, there is."

"No, you're just a sore loser, you…loser."

"Great comeback…Ow!"

"Now I win."

We drove around the woods for a long time. I mean we started at night and the sun was already coming out. I was tired so after I switched driving with Stiles; I jumped in the back and fell asleep quickly. I woke up at the sound of voices.

"She probably hates me now." Yes, yes I did.

"I doubt that." No, it's true. "But you might wanna come up with an amazing apology." Yes, better be astonishing. "Or, you know, you could tell her the truth and revel in the awesomeness fact that you're a freaking werewolf." I already knew that. "Ok, bad idea." No, no awesome idea.

I stretched slightly. Time to make my entrance.

"Hiya twin, good night?" I said, sitting up.

He looked at me and raised an eyebrow.

"Ok, wrong question…"

He sighed.

"Hey, we'll get through this," Stiles consoled.

I nodded, "Yeah, we'll chain you up on the full moon-,"

"-and we'll feed you live mice-,"

"-and birds."

Stiles turned to me slightly and asked, "Birds?"

"I hate birds."

He turned to Scott and he nodded, "She does."

"They're evil," I noted.

Stiles shook his head and continued driving. I leaned against Scott's shoulder and fell quickly back to sleep. All too soon, we were at my house. Scott snuck in because he didn't want mom to ask him questions about his state of clothes. I decided to go through the front door.

I waved to Stiles and quietly shut the door. I didn't want mom to think I was out all night, even though she probably already knew. I swear she was like a freaking wizard, or something.

I reached the stairs when the wizard's voice stopped me. "Emily."

"Hi, mom," I said whirling around to her.

She gave me a once over and asked, "You were out all night…with Stiles?"

So much her not knowing. "Yeah, I'm sorry mom. I-,"

"You were safe…right?"

There's that word again. "Yeah mom, I didn't talk to strangers and looked both ways before crossing the street. I think I'm good."

She came closer to me and rubbed my arm comfortingly, "Look Em, you're a teenage girl. I'm not exactly happy about it, but I get it. I just want you and Stiles to be safe."

Safe? Stiles? Wha- Oh my god! "Mom!"

"It's ok, sweetie. No need to be embarrassed. I was sixteen once." Mom reassured.

I shook my head frantically. "No mom, me and Stiles aren't-,"

"Emily, relax," Mom smiled. "I have to get to work. Tell Scott I said goodbye. Love you."

"But-," My sentence was cut off as she slammed the door shut. I groused loudly.

Suddenly, I heard Scott's booming laughter from upstairs.

"I'm getting Byron!"

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