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The McCall Twin

Chapter Three – Second Chance at First Line Pt. 1

You know it seems to be that I am always at lacrosse practice nowadays. And it's not even my practices! Allison wasn't at practice today, so I was a Lonely Lily today… Sigh. Thank god for technology, or I would probably die.

I watched the Dick- oh, I'm sorry Jackson block the other guys from the goalie and I hate to admit but he was pretty good. Ok so he was really good, but Scott could take him down. Speaking of him, he's up. Let's go Scotty!

He ran up and Jackson pushed him to the ground- hard. I winced at the impact.

Finstock didn't seem to like it though and scolded- more like teased him to get up and try again. Scott got up, but his moves were rigid. Something was wrong with him. My twinny senses are tingling!

I watched as he pushed Jackson down- harder. I mean Jackson fell to the ground in pain. The team surrounded him, but my attention was hardly on them. It was on Scott, who looked like he was in pain ten times worse. I looked closely and saw his eyes glowing yellow. Oh crap, freaking Lycanthropy!

I watched as Stiles guided Scott into the school. I got up and began following them when a hand grabbed me. I spun around and saw my sexy stalker.

"What are you doing here?" The words seemed to just fall out.

Derek looked at the school and then to me. "You should stay away from him right now."

"He's my brother," I reasoned. "I have to help him."

"He'll hurt you. He can't control it. I need to help him."

Was it bad that butterflies attacked my stomach? Ah, yeah I seem cool talking to him, but on the inside I was freaking out. I mean like freaking out badly. I was lucky I could control my breathing because my insides were like jelly. Wait, he said something. Answer!

I shook my head, "He won't…" But then I thought back to when he growled at me the other day for stealing his peanut butter and jelly. "Ok so you have a point, but what exactly are you going to do to help him?"

"I can help him control it. Tell him that." Derek said, letting go of my arm. Aw, hold me again, hot stuff.

"I don't think he likes you very much." Me, on the other hand...

Derek raised an eyebrow. "I don't care if he hates me. I can help him."

I raised my hands up. "Alright, I believe you. Don't eat me." Out in public- ah, who am I kidding? I'm down for that.

He gave me an un-amused look.

"Tough crowd," I commented.

"Tell Scott not to play the game on Saturday." Sexy said what?

I laughed until I saw his face. "Dude, you can't be serious."

"Don't call me dude," He said. "And why would I lie?"

I shrugged, "I don't know what you do, home slice." I wish it was me. Just kidding! Maybe…

He glared at me before saying, "Tell Scott." Then he turned away, walking into the woods.

"Bye to you too," I exclaimed, waving.

He ignored me and continued his way. God, he's so gorgeous even when he is ignoring me.

I sighed dreamily before remembering Scott. I ran to the locker rooms and found Stiles and Scott sitting down. Once I walked in the room, I felt the tension.

"Ooh," I sang, "So much tension. Did he try to kill you, Stiles?" It wasn't a joke… Ok, maybe it was.

He nodded.

"So that's why he told me." I blathered to myself.

"Who told you what?" I need to control my mouth.

I chuckled nervously, "Derek told me to stay away from you earlier."

"Derek was here?" Scott and Stiles said simultaneously.

"Well, uh, yeah." When I need to talk this is what I come up with.

Scott stood, towering over me. "What else did he say?"

"Relax, Beethoven," He glared down at me. "Is everybody in a bad mood today?" His glare didn't falter, so I sighed, "All he said was that he can help you control it and not to play on Saturday."

"I'm first line!" Scott argued.

I raised an eyebrow and said skeptically, "I think you have bigger problems than missing a game, Snoopy."

"She's right, Scott," Stiles agreed. "You might have a little problem if you end up killing someone on the field. You can't play Saturday."

I nodded vigorously.

"But I'm first line," Scott said weakly.

"Not anymore," Stiles and I finished.

Scott was depressed the whole bike ride home. Nothing I said made him crack a smile and we all know I am funny as hell. Ready- What did the math book say to Dr. Phil…..? I got a lot of problems. Oh man, I crack myself up! WOO, that was a good one!

As we got home, Scott moped his way into his room. I, on the other hand, dashed to the kitchen. Hey, I was hungry.

I was making a big peanut butter and jelly sandwich when I heard a noise come from the entrance. Thinking it was Scott, I dove to the floor taking my sandwich with me. I closed my eyes and hoped his werewolf senses wouldn't find me.

Someone cleared their throat and I cracked my eye open to see my mom standing over me.

"Oh mom, thank the heavens, it's you." I breathed standing up.

Her eyebrows rose and she said, "Who did you think it was?"

"Scott," I replied, "trying to steal my sandwich."

She opened her mouth before raising her hand up, "I don't even want to know. I'm taking a late shift tonight, so you're on your own for dinner."

"Chinese takeout, it is!"

"Watch your brother. Something is off about him." You have no idea.

I nodded and saluted her, "Yes, mom!"

She smiled hopelessly at me and kissed my cheek. "Love you, behave."

I wiped the kiss off as she turned. "Always," I shouted as she walked out of the kitchen.

Later that night, I was in my room watching some lame horror movie. My head was hanging upside down off the bed when I heard a loud thud. I muted the TV and heard another thud. I flipped off the bed and walked quickly but quietly to Scott's door. I heard muttering and harsh whispers. I heard Scott cry out a little and that set me straight.

Hoping he wasn't doing anything, I opened the door and observed the room. Scott was standing in front of the computer looking scared and bewildered. No one else was in the room.

"Scott, what just happened?" I inquired.

One word made me get hundreds of butterflies in my stomach and widened eyes. "Derek."

"Derek was here?" I sounded like Scott and Stiles earlier.

He nodded and warned, "He's bad news, so try to stay with me or Stiles at all times. Alright, Em?"

I didn't agree with him at all, but I nodded. My fingers crossed behind my back.

I said goodnight and went back to my room. I turned up the TV and went to shut the light when I noticed something hanging from it. It was my Vintage Silver Rose Pendant leather necklace that I had thought I lost. I looked around my room and saw nothing. Strange…

I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't see the window slide shut.

After staying after class for back talking, I found myself running to my Spanish class. But the world seemed to hate me today because I ran into the Dick. Wow, how dirty did that sound?

"Watch where you are going, McCall," Jackson sneered.

"Bro," I poked his chest. "You were the one standing in the middle of the hallway like an idiot."

Jackson sized me up, which wasn't hard considering I'm only 5'4. "You should watch how you talk to me."

"Why? You gonna to tell your mommy and daddy on me?" I mocked, pouting my lip out.

"No, but I don't allow trash to talk to me like that." He smirked.

It wasn't a good burn, but I figured I would be late for Spanish anyway. Might as well…

As he turned around to walk away, I tried to attack him. Yeah, you saw right- tried. Stiles caught me and held from attacking him. Somehow, I was relieved and pissed that he had stopped me from beating Jackson up.

"Stiles, you have no idea how much I hate you right now." I told him as he carried slash dragged me to my Spanish class.

"I know." He complied then he released me and pushed me in the direction of my class "Now go learn-o."

"Estúpido," I hissed, smiling.

Class went by fast and before long the day was over. I went to where Scott had parked his bike, but it was gone. I searched the parking lot and saw no bike.

I called Scott and he didn't answer. I muffled a scream. Twin was ditching me more and more every day! He doesn't say Em, I'm going to do some Old Yeller stuff. Ask Stiles for a ride. No, he just up and leaves me stranded in a school parking lot. I feel like I should bust out singing 'Sandy' from Grease, but change it to Scott.

Shaking my head, I sprinted to find Stiles and luckily for me he was just pulling out. I stopped him and got in the Jeep. My breathing was ragged as I threw the bag down between my legs.

Stiles laughed, "You alright there, Em?"

"No," I breathed. "I'm so out of shape."

He laughed again and asked, "I thought Scott was taking you home?"

"Yeah, so did I," I muttered darkly. "His bike was gone."

Before Stiles could answer, his phone sounded indicating he had a message.

"It's Scott."

"What did that horrible twin say?" I asked grumpily.

"He found something about the body." Stiles informed, turning into my neighborhood.

My anger towards my twin was pushed down by curiosity. And you know what they say- Curiosity killed the cat, but in this case I think it will be Derek or Scott doing the killing. I do hope its Derek though… Yeah, I have it bad.

Stiles pulled into my driveway and parked. He ran up the porch and waited for me. I wasn't running again, you best believe that. I don't need my mom hearing my voice and then seeing Stiles. Yeah, not a good time.

"Emily, hurry up!" Stiles said impatiently.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "No, you can wait. Scott won't leave you." Yes, I was so holding that against twin. And trust me when I say I am a BIG grudge holder.

I finally made it up the porch and unlocked the door as slowly as I could just to piss of Stiles. It worked because when I barely pushed the door open he ran upstairs like a bat out of hell. I watched amusingly as he tripped on several steps.

I followed, not running of course, and threw my bag in my room. After that, I walked over to Toto's room.

"Hey Clifford, how was your ride home?" I asked Scott.

I didn't give him a chance to answer when I snapped, "Mine was great. See my twin brother left me at school in the parking lot without any indication of his departure!"

"Emily, I'm sorry," Scott said. "Allison had her jacket back."

That was his excuse? Weak, bro! "That's what you're going with? Well, I have a jacket- several. Hell, even Lydia had one today too. That's the best you could up with Scott? Stiles could do better and he's high up on Adderall!"

"It's true."

Ignoring Stiles, Scott retorted, "The one from the party. That night -before you and Stiles found me- I saw Allison's jacket in the woods. Derek took it the night he took her home-" Abruptly, he stopped and looked at my neck.

Oh great, he's going to go Cujo on me.

"I thought you lost that." Scott noted, gesturing to my neck.

I looked down and saw my necklace. "I found it in my room yesterday."

"Where?" He demanded.

"Pushy," I commented and he demanded again. "Ok, geez, it was in my room hanging from my lamp. Why?"

He turned to Stiles and said, "It has Derek's scent all over it."

I grasped it and felt my eyes widen. What in the hell…?

"You said you just found it yesterday?" Scott asked.

I nodded.

"Allison found her jacket today. It was definitely Derek. He must have taken it the night he drove you guys home." Scott concluded. "I found something at his house today."

We raised an eyebrow and Stiles asked, "Are you kidding? What?"

"There was something buried there. I smelled blood."

Holy crap, I thought.

Apparently Stiles thought the same because he exclaimed, "That's awesome. I mean that's terrible, whose blood?"

"I don't know," Scott answered, "but when we do. Your dad nails Derek for the murder and then you and Emily help me play lacrosse without changing. Because there is no way I'm not playing that game."

I was down for everything EXCEPT the whole blaming Derek thing. I mean sure he was dark, scary, and intimidating but I didn't think he was a killer. He was my sexy stalker not some insane psycho. I trusted my brother with my life, but for some reason I felt the same towards Derek. I didn't know what to do, but follow along with my mean twin and best friend.

The hospital was packed. Once we were in, Scott went and found the morgue. Stiles and I made our way to the waiting area. I was walking behind Stiles when he stopped abruptly causing me to run into him.

"Ow, dude, what the heck?" I said rubbing my nose.

He stared blankly ahead, flustered, before blathering about nothing and I knew what was wrong. There was only one thing that got him acting like that- besides his own being, ha inner burn! What was I saying? Oh yeah, Lydia.

"I'm going in," He declared with a whimper.

I moved back and watched amusingly as he practically confessed his love to her and she was on the phone the whole time, so she didn't hear anything. Poor Stiles…

I busted out laughing as he came and sat down with me on the other chairs. Yeah, I felt bad for him but that was hilarious! I was laughing so hard that tears were starting to form in my eyes. Stiles, annoyed and embarrassed, told me to shut up.

I chuckled one last time before asking, "So how was it, stud?"

"Ha-ha," He said dryly then asked, "How are you doing with psycho killer?"

That shut me up.

Turns out, Stiles had seen me cross my fingers behind my back when Scott told me to not go near Derek. I know, horrible. So there's no point in denying it. It works out though. I tease him about Lydia and he does the same to me with Derek. His is funnier though because, even though I like Derek, I would never confess my feelings to him on a daily bases. No thank you. I'll just keep to my dirty thoughts. Sigh- I am one sick puppy. Ha! Puppy, get it? You know because Scott's a werewolf- woo, I am funny!

"The scent was the same," Scott informed scaring me from my thoughts.

Stiles stood. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," My twin nodded. "Which means Derek buried the other half of the body."

I stood up and clapped, "This means we're going to go Scooby Gang on Derek's house, huh?"

"You bet your annoying ass we are," Stiles said to me, "but we're going to need a shovel."

Let's do this.

We, the three amigos, sat in the Jeep waiting for Sexy to leave. I watched as Sexy got into his sexy car and drove off. Stiles pulled up as quietly as he could and parked. We all climbed out of the car.

Scott did his Rin-Tin-Tin thing and found the place where they body was buried at. We started digging and by 'we' I mean Scott and Stiles. I was on look out, oh yeah! I started playing Angry Birds on my phone after five minutes.

"Em, you know you can try and help," Scott muttered.

I paused my game and glared at him, "No, I don't and you have no say of what I do, meanie."

Scott groaned, "Emily, I said I was sorry and you know why I left you."

"Well, you could've called, or texted." I murmured sticking my tongue out at him.

"As much as I love to hear you two argue and I do," Stiles said sarcastically. "Can we get a little more diggy and less talky like, I don't know, now?"

"Pushy," Scott and I said in unison.

"Em, could you be a worse lookout?" Stiles asked gesturing to me.

"What?" I inquired. "What am I doing?"

"Uh, not looking out," Stiles answered in an obvious tone.

"What? I think I am doing a wonderful job. If there was an award for best lookout, I would win for sure. Nothing can get past me. AH!"

"What?" They screamed.

"Ha-ha, you fell for that," I jeered, "Losers!"

That for some crazy reason got dirt thrown at me.

"This is taking too long," Scott observed. "What if he comes back?"

Stiles replied, "Ah, I got a plan for that."

"Which is?" My twin and I asked anxiously. His plans tended to be retarded like he was. Inner burn again! I'm on a roll.

"Me and you," He pointed to Scott, "are going to run in different directions and leave Em here with him. Maybe her annoying voice will scare him away, burn!" Stiles shouted and lifted his hand to twin for a high-five, but Scott gave him a look. "No…? Ok, alright."

I snickered at him, but thought back to his plan. It wasn't bad at all- Me and Sexy…alone…in the woods. Oh yeah, I'm good with this plan. It's probably the best thing Stiles has said ever.

My thoughts were cut short when Stiles cried out, "Alright stop. Stop, stop."

I directed my attention to the boys and walked over there. "What's up?"

"We hit something," Stiles explained while he and twin began moving the dirt with their hands. There was a long bag with rope tied around it. Stiles and Scott started untying it as quick as they could. I edged closer, curiosity taking over. When they were done, they flipped it open and we were met with a giant wolf's upper body.

We all screamed and jumped back falling onto the ground.

"Holy crap," I cried. "I thought you said it was a body as in human?" I asked Scott while holding my hand over my heart. It was going insane.

"Yeah, not some freaking wolf," Stiles exclaimed just as shocked.

"I told you it smelled different." Scott shrugged.

"This doesn't make sense," Stiles said to himself.

Scott looked at me then nodded, "Yeah, we got to get out of here."

"I second that." I said as I crouched and began pushing dirt over the wolf body.

Suddenly, Stiles stopped and stared in some sort of daze.

"What?"

"Do you guys see that flower?" He asked.

I looked in the direction he was looking in and said, "Stiles, this isn't the time to get Better Home and Gardens on us."

"What?" He asked, still dazed. "No dumb shit, I think it's wolfsbane."

I widened my eyes and stood up, "Wolfsbane, as in the werewolf repellent plant?"

"Werewolf repellent," Scott questioned.

Stiles groaned slightly and noted, "You are so unprepared for this." Then he walked over to the plant and began pulling it out. It turned out to be formed into a spiral. As he drew it out, Scott turned to me, "How do you know about it?"

"Wolfman," I answered simply. "You should really watch more horror movies, twin."

Stiles was still walking around us holding the wolfsbane when Scott called out breathlessly, "Stiles."

I turned my attention to my older brother and saw him staring in the hole. I looked down and I'm pretty sure my mouth fell open. There, where the wolf had been previously, was a girl- the dead girl. The one whose other half was found in the woods. Let's go Twilight on this. I know, bear with me. There was three things I knew-

First, Derek was a killer.

Second, he was a seriously hot killer.

And third, I'd still jump his bones any time, anywhere.

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