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jaa162: I'm actually not quite sure. I was set for just Derek/Emily, but now that you mentioned Derek/Emily/Stiles it does sound interesting. I'm in between for it. Also I heard Stiles might get a love interest in season two, so let's see how that works. Thank you so much for giving me the idea!

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The McCall Twin

Chapter Four – Second Chance at First Line Pt. 2

I'm surrounded by meanies. Explanation- Scott and Stiles are going to tell the cops about Sexy being the killer. Conflict- No more time with Sexy. It's horrible, right? It's not fair they outvoted me! I suggested that we ask Derek if he did it, but no apparently they care if he tries to kill us. Those meanies yelled at me…butt-munches.

So here I stood outside of Derek's house with my mean twin watching Stiles' dad cuff Sexy. Oh man, he looks good in those cuffs…dirty thoughts, leave me! This is a sad moment. My Romeo is being taken from me! The peanut butter to my jelly is leaving! The hotdog to my bun. The meat to my taco- BAD thoughts.

"I still don't see why I had to come," I muttered to Scott.

Scott groaned quietly. "You complain when I don't take you somewhere and you complain when I do take you somewhere. You're never happy."

"Psh, I'm like a freaking ray of sunshine." I retorted. A ray of sunshine whose sexy assed stalker is going to the jailhouse. Speaking of jail, there he is walking to the cop car. I sighed softly as the cop guides him into the back of the cruiser. My one sexified love is leaving me. I suddenly felt the urge to shout 'I'll wait for you!' I don't think Scotty-poo would like that though.

I saw Derek glaring towards our direction and I felt myself melt. He is so adorable when he is looking at me like he wants to kill me. I sighed dreamily then turned to Scott, who gave me a raised eyebrow.

I fake coughed, "My throat has been acting funny." Not because of Derek. Get it…? Oh woe me, how a girl can dream! Just joking…maybe…

Suddenly, I felt myself being pulled back. I went to hit whoever it was, but I saw it was Stiles. He put a finger to his lips and signaled me to follow him. I nodded, curious to what we were about to do. Stiles and I always got into mischief. That sounded completely wrong. Why doesn't it sound wrong when people say Stiles and Scott? Well…when you think about. Oh great, now I just imagined Scott and Stiles kissing. Now how the hell am I supposed to get that out of my head? Think of…Derek's ass! Oh yeah…

I followed Stiles and noticed we were heading in the direction of the cop cruiser. That's where Sexy's at! Oh, it seems Stiles decided to make up from being a meanie earlier. I am so dropping hints to Lydia about him…you know if I ever talk to her.

"Stiles, why are we walking to the cop car?" I asked.

He looked back at me and answered, "I need to ask Derek something and I thought you wanted to see him." BULLCRAP.

"You're full of shit," I replied. "You're scared of him, huh?"

"Psh, wha? You be straight trippin' home slice." I gave him a look. "Alright, he is a little scary but I am slowly overcoming that. And I brought you so if he attacked I would throw you in front of me."

Somehow I loved his reasoning. "Oh Stiles, you're so thoughtful," I gushed happily.

He rolled his eyes.

We finally made it to the cruiser when Stiles opened to the door and shoved me in. I sat uncomfortably in the middle where there was no seat as Stiles sat in passenger's seat. He closed the door and we looked at my future sexy lover. God, he looked so amazing even in the back of a cop cruiser.

"Ok, just so you know I'm not afraid of you." Stiles told him.

Derek glared at him, but said nothing.

"He's a liar." Stiles elbowed me. "What? You are and it's not nice to lie." Especially to someone so freaking lovely.

Stiles sighed loudly. "Alright, so maybe I am. Doesn't matter. I just wanna know something. The girl you killed- she was a werewolf. She was a different kind, wasn't she? I mean she could turn herself into an actual wolf and I know Scott can't do that. Is that why you killed her?"

"We don't know that," I began defending Sexy but Stiles pushed me and I fell onto the driver's seat. "Asshole."

"I love it when you talk dirty to me," Stiles commented sarcastically, "But try to refrain yourself."

I slapped the back of his head and he whimpered. Try to mess with me and get away with it.

Derek spoke, "Why are you so worried about me when it's your friend who's the problem? When he shifts on the field, what do you think they're going to do huh? Keep cheering him on? I can't stop him from playing, but you two can." He leaned forward -my heart about stopped- whispered somewhat roughly, "And trust me, you'll want to."

I had to withhold a shudder. He was so hot. If this stupid fencing wasn't blocking me, I would so have my way with him…in the back of a cop cruiser…I really need help.

"I'll talk to him," I breathed and he turned his stare to me. Greenish eyes staring right through me and let me tell you it felt awesome. Stupid fencing…

Suddenly, I was pulled from the front seat and dragged away. When I looked up and saw Sheriff Stilinski grasping me and Stiles' arms. Is it me or am I getting in trouble with the authority more so than often. I blame Stiles.

"Ow, ow, ow," Stiles muttered.

"Sheriff," I greeted. "Lovely day-," He cut me off, "Save it." And ain't that a conversation dropper?

"What the hell do you think you two are doing?" He questioned us.

"I've always wanted to meet a serial killer," I blurted. I inwardly smacked myself- that's the best I could come up with? I mean I believed Sexy was innocent.

Sheriff Stilinski raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, um, it's a lifelong dream of hers and I decided to get my proportion of her birthday gift over with. Smart right?" Stiles tried to cover.

I nodded like a bobble head.

He continued staring at us.

"Fine, I'm just trying to help," Stiles explained.

"Ok, why don't you help me understand exactly how you came across this?" He inquired.

"We have a perfect reasonable explanation," I noted.

Sheriff Stilinski looked at me. "Do you now?"

I nodded.

"Well, share away."

"Right…It's, um," His sheriff look threw me over. "Stiles, you tell him. He's your daddy."

"Thanks," Stiles muttered then sighed, "We were looking for Scott's inhaler."

"Which he dropped when?"

"The other night."

"The other night when you were looking for the first half of the body?"

"Yes," Stiles answered exasperatedly.

"The night you two told me you were alone and Scott was at home?"

"Yes," Stiles exclaimed then realized something. "No," Insert sad sigh. "Crap."

Wait, what just happened? Give me a second. I'll get it in a few.

"So you lied to me?" Sheriff Stilinski asked rhetorically.

Stiles answered. "Depends on how you define lying."

"Well, I define lying as not telling the truth. How do you define it?"

Stiles made a noise with his lips and said, "Reclining your body in a horizontal position?"

"Oh," I exclaimed. "I get it now!"

They both looked at me somewhat hopelessly before Sheriff said, "Get the hell out of here."

We answered, "Absolutely."

Once we were out of earshot, I smacked Stiles. "You told him everything."

"Wow, Sherlock, barely realized that?"

"Don't make fun of me. You know I'm a little slow."

"A little?" I smacked him again. "Ow."

"Yeah, that's right Watson- ow."

-X-

I sat in the back again as Stiles drove Scott and I out of the woods.

I was poking Stiles when Scott spoke, "I can't find anything about wolfsbane being used for burial."

Stiles retorted, "Just keep looking. Maybe it's like a ritual -stop poking me- or something. Maybe they bury you as a wolf. Or maybe it's special skill like something you have to learn. Quit poking my head!" Wow, is it my defective mind or did that sound really dirty?

I continued to poke him aimlessly as Scott said, "I'll put it on my to-do list," Ha, he doesn't have one of those, "Once I figure out how the hell I'm playing this game tonight," Lassie just doesn't comprehend the word 'no'. Don't worry my sexy assed love I will tell my slow brother not to play!

Ah, Derek's ass…Crap! Focus Emily, yell at Scott. That's always a good time.

"Twin, I don't think that's a good idea," I said somewhat seriously.

He spun his head around quickly and asked, "What? I thought you were fine with it?"

"Well yeah, but then I thought it might be sort of bad if you went Cujo on another player. I mean I don't know about you, but that won't attract colleges or scouts," I said sarcastically then I thought, "Wait, do they even have scouts for lacrosse?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure they do," Stiles answered. "I always hear Jackson going on and on about them in the showers."

I turned to him. "Wow, pay a lot of attention to Jackson in the shower eh? And to think I thought all these years you were after Lydia, but you were really after him. Stiles, you sly dog." Dog! Ha, get it? Because you know Scott is going through all this crap about dogs. Ah Jebus, I am hilarious!

Stiles glared at me through the rearview mirror. "I am not gay and if I was I sure as hell wouldn't like Jackson. I mean come on I have better taste than that."

I raised an eyebrow. "You're actually considering this?" I whistled low, "I knew you were in the closet ever since you drank soda cans with a straw."

"Really? That was one time!" He argued. "My lips were chapped and the lip balm would smear, and I am not helping myself at all, am I? You know what- you are an asshole."

I gasped, "Me? Because I'm guiding you out of the darkness of the 'closet' and into the light of the beautiful world? If anything, you're the asshole."

"Real nice," He said. "Calling a gay an asshole?"

"So you admit it!"

"What? No, I was speaking hypothetically!"

"Hy-pie-tit-cally my ass!"

"Oh, you sure sound smart, dumbass."

"Oh shoot, those be fighting words. Bring it, Stilinski!"

"It's already been brunged!"

Apparently Scott had had enough, "Stop!" His voice became deeper and rougher.

We silenced immediately. Twin was scary when he went Pluto on me. I was not reliving the peanut butter jelly incident. I don't think I could afford the therapy. After all, I am fragile.

A few seconds of silence passed before Stiles thought out loud, "Maybe it's different for girl werewolves."

"Why?" I asked. "Because girls have two times in a month were they want to attack? Oh nice Stiles."

Stiles groaned, but before he could say anything Scott practically growled, "Ok, stop it!"

Stiles, shocked, turned to him, "Stop what?"

"Stop saying werewolf! Stop enjoying this so much!" Scott snarled at us. Well, somebody's on the rag.

Stiles looked at me in rearview mirror then said to my crazed twin, "Are you ok?" He just almost ate us and he asks if he's ok? Oh Stiles, you Adderall consuming freak.

"No!" He growled. "No, I'm not! I'm so far from being ok!" He began shutting his eyes as if he were in pain. My twinny senses are tingling again!

"Stiles-," He stopped me, "Not now Em." Then he addressed Scott, "You know you're going to have to accept it sooner or later."

"I can't," Twin bit out. Ok twinny senses are going off the charts right now!

Looking at Scott, I said to my best friend, "Stiles, maybe we should-,"

Again, he cut me off, "Emily, hush. Stiles has the talking wheel now. Wait your turn." Oh if my brother didn't look like he was about to drop a deuce and die, I would hit his face on the 'talking wheel'. "You're going to have to, Scott!"

"No," Scott cried. "I can't breathe!" And the twinny senses have left the building!

"Stiles, I think we should pull o-," This time it wasn't Stiles who stopped me. It was Scott and he did so by pushing his fist to the roof of the Jeep.

"Whoa, whoa," Stiles said quickly.

"Pull over now, Stiles!" I commanded as I watched my twin wither in pain.

"Do it," Scott bit out, still struggling.

"What? Why? What's happening?" Stiles, being the curious annoying boy he is, questioned.

Suddenly, Scott ripped open Stiles' backpack and pulled out the wolfsbane rope that made the spiral back at the grave. "You kept it!"

"What was I supposed to do with it?" Stiles cried. He was getting nervous now.

Scott groaned loudly before shouting, "Stop the car!" His usual brown eyes were now startling yellow.

"Stiles!" My voice sounded frantic. Hey it may be cool, you know, my brother being a werewolf, but I didn't want to be face to face when he did. I didn't want to lose my werewolf sight virginity just yet.

Stiles eyes widened and he slammed on the brakes. If it hadn't been for my seatbelt, I would've hit my head on the dashboard. Stiles climbed out of the car, grabbing his bag on the way. But he was hardly who I was paying attention to. Scott was now having trouble controlling his breathing.

"Scott," I said cautiously as I touched his arm.

He turned quickly to me and growled, "Don't. Touch. Me." With that, he grasped my upper arm tightly- I mean really tight -and pushed it back to me, then he took off. I didn't bother calling out to him because I was nursing my arm that was already bruising- badly. You could see his hand print.

Stiles came back to car and said, "Ok, we're good- Scott?" He came closer to the Jeep and looked at me. "Emily? Wha? Your arm! D-Did Scott do that?"

I nodded and said with a tight goofy smile, "Guess Derek was right. We shouldn't have thrown Derek, the only other actual werewolf we know, in jail." In my mind, this translated to: I told you my love was right. Guess we shouldn't have thrown Derek, my sexy stalker, in jail so I could actually get laid. Ha!

Stiles ignored me and took hold of my arm. "It's bruising."

"Now who's being Sherlock?" I grinned.

The corner of his mouth turned up, but he held a serious tone. "We need to go find Scott before he goes Lon Chaney on the town. Climb to the front."

I did as he suggested and we were off. Soon Stiles called dispatch and I felt it was my time to shine. All those cheesy cop shows would finally pay off.

Dispatch answered, 911, what's your emergency?

"Marcy, this is Stiles and I need to know-"

Stiles, you know you can't call the dispatch line whenever I'm on duty.

"Look, I just need to know if-"

I piped up, "10-4!"

"Em, shush," He said before continuing, "If you've gotten any odd calls?"

Odd how?

"Like-like an odd person or a doglike individual roaming the streets?"

"10-4," I shouted.

"Emily!" I grinned at him.

I'm hanging up on you now.

"No!" Stiles cried. "No, no! Wait!"

"10-4!"

Goodbye. Then the dial tone was heard.

I could tell he was really upset and the one thing I thought was- Haven't Scott and Stiles been acting like a bunch of girls on the rag lately? As if proving my point, Stiles sighed angrily and threw the phone. At me. Time to use my charming skills.

"Oh, this is mine now," I said stuffing it in the top of my bra.

His frown disappeared as he chuckled at me. "Em, what would the world be without you?"

"Probably in turmoil," I answered, smiling.

He laughed, "Sorry for throwing it at you."

"It's all good, home slice. You my dog!" It took me half a second. "Ha, dog! Get it? You know because of Scott? Ha!"

Stiles rolled his eyes. "I think the world would be a better place with you gone."

"Well, I think," I ignored his comment of 'You do that?', "Beacon Hills High should soon hear about your new love interest. What do you say?"

"Touché."

"That rhymed!"

"A much better place."

-X-

After a bit of searching, we decided to just go home. I mean what with his new wolfy senses; he didn't need us to bring him home. Besides we had to get ready for the lacrosse game tonight because my thick headed twin still wanted to play.

He pulled up to my house and I got out.

"You need a ride later?" He asked.

I shook my head. "Nope, I'm good. See you at the game! I'll be the one sitting on the bleachers cheering for you and Jackson's love to soar!"

"I'll be the one on the field flipping you off."

I grinned at him, which he returned, and went inside. I climbed the stairs and immediately went to my room. I quickly freshened up which basically consisted of ruffling my stringy yet curly hair and adding a hint of eyeliner. My outfit was fine- jeans and black shirt with my gray converse and my black beanie. Grabbing my leather jacket, I went to find my mom but instead found my normal looking twin.

"What's good, Scooby?" I asked calmly. But on the inside I was hoping he wouldn't decide he wanted a snack before the game. Me being the snack. If he does- I am so haunting his ass…and stomach! Besides Derek is the one that's supposed to eat me. Joke! Just a joke…or a hope…

He went to talk, but stopped. I noticed his eyes zero in on my arm. The one he had grabbed earlier. "Oh my god. Em did I- I did that?"

"Yeah, but's it's all swell because now I know what I'm getting for you for your birthday- A knuckle sandwich!" Coming from my sexy assed stalker. I felt the need to leave that out.

He smiled, but looked at my arm again. A look of despair came to his face. "Emily, I am so sorry. I just lost control. I never meant to hurt you at all. You are the last person I would ever want to hurt."

I held my not-bruised hand up and said, "It's fine, Scotty." He smiled at his old nickname. "I forgive you due to being a newly werewolf and my brother. Wow that sounded like it came straight from The Vampire Diaries."

"You're so weird, Emmy." He chuckled using my nickname.

"Says the teenage werewolf," I retorted. "Now hurry up. Gotta a game to get to!"

I left him and went to find my mom. I needed to do something before the game- alone. No Scott or Stiles. I'm going Loner Lily again!

"Mom!" I shouted as I went to her room.

She came out of her restroom and said, "Yo?" Oh yeah, that's my mommy.

"Do you think you could take me somewhere before the game?"

She raised an eyebrow- if you didn't catch it she does that a lot, "Where?"

"The store," I answered.

"The store," She said somewhat deadpanned. "For?"

I didn't think this far. Um… ah ha! "Tampons!" Is it me or have I been talking about periods and rags like all day?

"You ran out?"

I nodded fast.

"I think I have some."

"No!" I shouted and she turned to me shocked. "I mean I don't like yours. They are all old lady-ish."

Both eyebrows went up this time. "Wow, you think I'm gonna take you now?"

"Please mom, that's not what I meant." It's exactly what I meant. "I just like the ones I get better. They're comfortable." He-he-he. Geez, I really need some help.

She gave me a hard stare before sighing, "Alright, I'll take you right now, but you need to hurry I don't want to be late for Scott's game."

"You won't be."

"Oh?" She asked. "And why not?"

"Because I'll just walk to the game after I'm done."

"Ha, no you won't."

I whined, "M-om, please! I can take care of myself and you let Scott ride on his bike everywhere. That's it! I'll take Scott's bike!"

She frowned, but said, "Alright fine. Go now so you make it to the game."

I smiled, "Yes, thanks mommy!"

She smiled back.

Time to execute lady-with-a-plan. Like my plan name? Yeah, me too.

-X-

I parked the bike and climbed off. I walked into the somewhat tiny building. I slyly slipped on my sunglasses and pulled my beanie lower. Oh, I was going incognito.

I sauntered to the front desk and was greeted with a blond haired woman. Marcy.

"Hi," I said making my voice deeper. She would never recognize me.

Marcy looked up and smiled, "Hi Emily, what can I help you with?"

I coughed, "Emily? Who is this nice named girl you speak of?"

Marcy looked amused, "Emily McCall, I know it's you."

I shook my head, "No miss, you have me confused with someone with an amazing name. I'm…Lily Evans." Mother of a hero.

"Emily," I interrupted her, "Lily!"

"Ok, Lily, what can help you with?"

"I'd like to go visit Derek Hale." My sexy assed stalker- I come for you!

She raised an eyebrow. She must be spending time with my mother. "Uh sure, Ms. Evans. Go right ahead. It's through that door." She pointed towards the door behind her.

I nodded, but didn't move. I slid a dollar towards her and said, "Let's keep this between us."

She chuckled at me and nodded.

I went towards the door and was met with another couple of cops. I nodded to them in a manly way. I asked them where Derek Hale was and they told me at the end. I walked over and saw him lying on the cot.

Oh Sexy, how I've missed you. "Hey."

He shot up and looked at me. "Emily," Hear-gasm, "What are you doing here?"

I've come to break you out, so we can run off together and get freaky with each other. I'm realizing that my jokes sound are soon to become possibilities. "I need you to help Scott."

"Yeah, well I'm a little occupied right now." He said, gesturing angrily to the bars. Ah, he's so sweet.

I nodded, "I know. I told them not to, but Scott really doesn't listen to me. Ever since he turned Marmaduke on me. Well now that I think about it he never listened to me, but back then I could beat him up. I can't now- well I can but it involves a bunch of wolfsbane."

"Emily," Derek called as I rambled.

I turned to him.

"What are you doing here?" He's so hot when he's demanding.

"When you get out," If there's a God, he will be out soon, "I need you to help him control it."

"I can't exactly help him when he doesn't listen to a thing I say. Tell me is he at the game right now?" Don't give twin up.

I shook my head slowly, "No…"

He gave me a look and I felt my knees almost buckle.

"Stiles and I tried to stop him," I explained, "but like I said he doesn't listen to me and now that's he's gone Odie he does whatever he wants. The little punk."

He sighed roughly, "He's going to expose us and I'll kill him if he does. Then bring him back to life to make him listen to me."

"That sounds kinky," I blurted without thinking. I put my hands up and said, "No, that wasn't supposed to come out. I didn't mean it like that. I-," I stopped short as I felt a spark on my hand.

I looked up and saw Sexy grabbing my hand. My heart stopped and I internally screamed. Oh maybe I can trick those guards into letting me in there with him. It's 'bout to be a freak house!

Then I shook my head as fingers snapped in front of my face. I regained my eyes and looked at Derek. He was looking at me with a frustrating look- maybe anger? But from me?

"Huh?" I was incapable of words. Sexy just touched me. Sure not in the place I wanted it to be. Ha, kidding! I think…

"I asked if Scott did that to you. Did he?" He asked- well demanded.

I nodded and saw a flash of anger cross his face. It was probably at Scott for not listening to him.

"But he couldn't help it," I defended.

"Exactly," Derek snapped. "He can't control it and you think what he did was bad than you have no idea. It will get worse. He will get worse." He's so gorgeous.

"Home skillet, I comprehend but my twin doesn't," I said.

"Don't call me that," He said before sighing, "I heard the police talking earlier and I think they might let me go."

I pulled a mom and raised my eyebrow, "Why?" I mean I wanted him out, but I don't think they do that. Maybe he has some kind of mind powers to make people agree with you. "Did you use your powers?"

"What?"

Oh, that wasn't supposed to come out. "Nothing, you were saying?" Nice save, Emily!

He rolled his eyes, "Something about the prints on the body actually being animal, which proves me innocent."

"I knew it!" I cried out in joy. "I told them!"

He gave me hard look and the guards turned to us.

"Oh uh, I knew…that he wasn't wearing contacts," I nodded. "Yeah, that sounds good. Let's go with that."

"I don't who's worse," Derek started, "You or your brother."

I gasped, "Don't lump me with him! At least I listened to you." And I always will, my sexy assed love.

He rolled his eyes and said, "You should go. Don't want to miss your brother kill the goalie."

"Ha," I laughed, "You made a funny!"

He rolled his eyes again.

"Well, I'm leaving. My mom will have a fit if I'm late. I'll talk to Scott again. Doubt he'll listen. Oh yeah, if they ask- My name is Lily Evans." I said before backing up.

"You are so annoying." Oh, talk dirty to me babe!

I grinned, "You sound exactly like Stiles." But much sexier.

After leaving the station, I jumped on the bike and took off. I smiled as I felt my arm that Sexy held. It was still tingling. Touch-gasm!

-X-

"Hey stupid! Yeah you, Jackson! Do that again and I'll tear you a new ass-," Mom covered my mouth.

"Emily, be nice and no cussing," She scolded then added quietly, "At least do it when you're not around other adults, ok?"

I nodded, grinning. My mom is the shizznit!

Jackson scored and the crowd went wild. And so did… mom?

"Mom, sit down," I pulled her next to me. "We don't cheer for Jackass."

She did her look.

"Oh I'm sorry I meant Asshole."

She shook her head, but continued watching. I could see her grin though.

Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned and saw Allison.

"Hey Al," I greeted.

She smiled, "Hi Emily."

"What's up?" My dick for Derek. JOKE.

"Nothing, I just wanted to introduce you to my dad," She gestured to a man on the side of her.

He was tall with light brown hair that was dimming and blue eyes. Scott had told me about his little run in with him. He said when he first turned that this guy started chasing him, shooting him with bullets or something. Then he the next day at school, the same dude who attacked him picked Allison up from school. So this is the guy that is trying to hunt Sexy and Scott. Not so fast, amigo.

"Dad," Allison said, "this is Emily McCall- Scott's twin sister." Then she turned to me, "Emily, this is my dad, Chris Argent."

I looked at Mr. Argent and smiled kindly, "Nice to meet you, sir." Sir, my ass. You try to kill my love and I'll get Byron on you.

He smiled, "You too, Emily. You enjoying the game so far?"

I nodded, "Yes, it's entertaining. And you?" Can shove a stick up your ass and burn. Joking! Maybe…not.

"Same. I've never actually been to one."

"Oh, yeah well it's all the rage in Beacon Hills," I noted.

"Is that so?" I nodded. "Then I guess we might be seeing more of each other."

"Radical," I grinned. I am so full of Derek. Ha, get it? Ah, I know nasty mind.

Allison laughed, "Well, I'll see you later Emily."

"Bye," I waved to them. As they walked away, I muttered, "Stupid dad, he ain't tricking no one." Then I sauntered over to Stiles.

"Hey hot stuff," I said before plopping right next to him. "How's it going?

He turned to me, "Oh, you know, the usual. Just waiting for my best friend to go crazy and kill someone. What about you?"

I shrugged, "Same. Oh and I just met Allison's dad aka the dude that wants to hunt Derek and Scott."

"Funny how you put Derek first."

"Funny how your face is."

"Wow, the last time I heard that one I laughed so hard I fell of my dinosaur."

"Really? Step brothers? Couldn't do one on your own?"

"Shut up. I'm nervous and high up on Adderall."

I sighed, "He's such an idiot, Scott is."

Stiles nodded and we watched the game. We were fine until we noticed Scott breathing differently, or like he was in the Jeep earlier. Oh Lordy, he was changing on the field. Then, what do you know, Scott starts owning the field. He was doing crazy things like the first day of tryouts. I usually wouldn't mind, but Allison's dad is here and this might end with my twin becoming a murder. Ah, gotta love lacrosse.

I watched as Scott made a goal and I couldn't stop myself from cheering, "YES! Go Scott! That's my twin! WOO! Go twinny twin! Not weed! Yeah Scott!" Stiles and I began jumping up and down together.

"Pass to McCall! Pass to McCall!" Coach Finstock yelled.

The game started up again and the other team had the ball until he ran near Scott. Then I knew Scott was going wolf on us as the opponent passed the ball to twin.

"Did the opposing team just deliberately pass us the ball?" Finstock asked sitting next to Stiles.

Stiles was biting his gloves nervously, so I said, "Yeah that's just how good us McCalls are, Finstock. Yay Scotty!"

Finstock cheered with the crowd.

I patted Stiles' arm and whispered, "Stiles, you need to relax. You're making me nervous and I never get nervous."

"Except around Derek," He said.

"I'm not saying touché."

"Damn it."

I looked at Scott as he made another goal. Me and Stiles were now hugging and jumping. But then I remembered Scott's problem and I stopped. Then it hit me- Scott broke the goalie dude's net stick thing. I spun around to see Scott and saw his eyes. Yellow.

"Stiles, code yellow," I muttered our secret saying.

He looked to Scott and said, "Uh-oh." But we couldn't do anything.

Scott was passed the ball and he ran up the goalie. I could see him looking at the other team and I thought of how he grabbed my arm. Then I remembered what Derek said, He will get worse. Oh man, Scott don't kill anyone.

It seemed like an eternity for him to throw the ball and I couldn't take it. The crowd was quiet when I shouted, "Shoot it, pendejo!"

He snapped out of it and shot. And he- wait for it -made it! Stiles and I once again cheered loud. I even pulled Stiles to me and kissed his cheek, which now that I think about it was close to his mouth. But it's Stiles, who cares? I pranced back to my mom and hugged her. I would not know that Stiles blushed beet red after.

I followed my mom as we looked for Scott, but couldn't see him anywhere. I knew he had to get out of here, so I stalled my mom, "Mom, he probably had to use the restroom. You know when he gets excited and he still holds his pee." I am not making this up, but isn't it awesome how it makes him sound even more like a dog? I think so and we all know what I think is the she-it.

We waited for a minute before I got bored. I looked around and saw a pair of green eyes stick out. There, in all his sexy ass glory, Derek stood just at the front of the forest. He was staring directly at me and I felt my stomach turn to goo. I had to tell him about Scott. Ok, that is just the biggest excuse to go and see him again. Woo, two times in one night. That sounded sucio.

"Hey mom," I called, getting her attention, "I'm going to find Scott. We'll meet you at the car."

She nodded and left. I stealthy made my way over to Derek. And by stealthy I mean I was hiding behind random things and I even tuck-n-rolled. When I reached Derek, he said, "Have I mentioned how obnoxious you are?"

"Nope, I believe you've only used annoying, but I guess they're kind of the same thing," I answered.

"Well it's fine. They both fit perfectly." I grinned at him. "So I'm guessing due to lack of police and ambulances, he didn't kill anybody."

I shook my head then said, "So I'm guessing due to fact you are standing right in front of me, the body was killed by an animal."

He rolled his eyes, but nodded.

"Well, that's good. I don't think orange would do well on you." Me though…Yeah.

He glared at me and my stomach did flips. He is just so cute. Must resist to sigh dreamily.

Abruptly, he looked behind me. I turned and saw Jackass. But he was picking up something. It looked like a glove, but I couldn't be sure. I faced Derek and saw him pull him behind me as if to block me, but I wouldn't have it. I slid over, so Jackass could see us both. I saw him look at me, but he probably didn't know me because of my beanie. I had it nearly covering my eyes.

Then Derek pulled my arm away from Jackass.

"I wanted you to stay over here," Derek stated.

I shrugged, too consumed by him holding my arm, "We can't get everything in life." For instance, I want you in my bed, couch, floor, stairs, counter, bathroom, your car, and what the hell even the forest.

He sighed roughly, "You should go before Scott comes looking for you."

I nodded, "Yeah later." I began moving, but spun around quickly. "Oh Derek," I called.

He turned somewhat begrudgingly.

"How does it feel to be a free man?"

He flipped me off and walked into the forest.

It's like he's trying to be my Prince Charming.

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