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The McCall Twin

Chapter Eleven – Heart Monitor Pt. 1

"Skip, skip, skip to my Lou!" I sang loudly as I skipped beside twin. "Skip, skip, skip to my Lou!"

Probably wondering what I'm doing, huh? Well it seems that twin and I had to go get some groceries, so we went to the park. Ha, did I trick you? Sillies, why would we go to the park when we need groceries? We went to the store… it was only because Scott refused to go to the park. He's such a lame-o! Even when I offered to take a Frisbee, so we could play fetch; he hit me upside the head. He's a mean-o, too.

"EMILY," Scott said loudly. "Quit it with the song!" So rude.

I grinned. "Scott, you're no fun! Everyone needs theme music! I'm skipping, it works."

Scott gave me a look and argued. "You've been singing that song ever since we left the house and you haven't even been skipping the whole time."

"No one likes a commenter," I waved him off as we walked into the elevator.

I shuffled the bags in my hands then I heard the one thing that made me grin like crazy. Elevator music.

"Don't go breaking my heart…" I sang softly and swayed to the side. "I couldn't if I tried. Oh honey, if I get restless. Baby, you're not that kind. All right, take it twin!"

Scott gave an 'are you insane' look and I pouted in return. He couldn't leave me hanging like this! I wouldn't be able to take the pain!

He sighed but relented. "Nobody knows it…"

"When I was down!" Oh yeah, I owned it.

"I was your clown…" Scott sang with no emotion.

I gave him a toothy grin. "You're my clown 24/7."

He whacked my head again and I growled at him. I've been growling more. I think Derek is rubbing off on me more and more. Unfortunately, not the way I want him to, but I feel we're slowly progressing.

The elevator dinged as it stopped then it opened. We walked out and made our way to the car. My bags were getting heavy and I knew how to stop it. We got Twinkies; I'm eating like five. I inched my hand to the bag and felt the box. I began picking the box open and that was when Scott's voice rang out.

"Don't even think about it."

I repeat: NO FUN AT ALL.

I whined and began stomping my feet while swaying side to side. "But Scooooooooott!"

"No, Emily, you always eat the Twinkies. Mom and I don't even get any."

"Your point is? Mom doesn't need those; they go straight to her hips and a woman in her age doesn't need that. -Don't tell Mom I said that- And you need to eat healthy for lacrosse. Actually, I could care less what you eat. You could eat squirrels just don't go kissing innocent Ally giving her your rabies."

Scott rolled his eyes then looked around. "Crap…"

"Ah, so you've realized that I'm right?"

"No. This isn't where we parked the car."

"Ha, dude, where's my car?"

"…" Scott gave me a hopeless look before turning back to the stairs.

I followed him, but wondered why we just didn't use the elevator. We used it on the way up, so why use the stairs now? Mm, time for Em to investigate.

"Hey Scotty?" I asked from behind him as he walked up the stairs.

"Yeah?"

"Why didn't we use the elevator?"

"I didn't want to hear you sing."

GASP. How could he be so mean? That penis sniffer! "I never! Next time you hear about me, you gon' be like 'Em, I was wrong about you!' 'Cause I'm gon' be huge! I'm gon' be bigger than everyone and all y'alls!"

Scott opened the door and we walked through it. "I know, Em. I just want you to save your voice. Don't want to lose that voice of yours."

"Oh, I see! I take it back, Scott; you're not a penis sniffer." I smiled then began skipping around to find the car.

"What?"

I ignored him smiling happily. "Where's the car, twin?"

He set his bags down and grabbed the keys. He lifted them above his head and pressed the button so we could hear where it was at. We heard it, but it didn't sound like it was on the floor.

But before we could check anything, a bottle fell out of Scott's bag and headed for under a car. I watched it as it made its way and Scott cursed.

"Crap. Em, you could have got it." Scott said as he knelt to get the bottle.

"Oh yeah huh?"

Scott snorted and shook his head, but continued with what he was doing.

I put one of my bags down to scratch my nose when I was lifted into the air. I began jumping up and down as the person ran. I looked down and saw Scott's jacket. What the heck?

"Scott, what's going on?" I asked holding on to his shoulders.

Scott didn't say anything. He just kept running really fast.

I looked behind to see what we were running from, but saw nothing. Suddenly as Scott turned sharp, my bag filled with Twinkies slipped from my fingers.

"Nooo, not the Twinkies! Cruel, unfair world! Why?"

"Emily," Scott said, out of breath. "Ssh, I'll buy you more."

"I take it back; you're not a lame-o."

"What?"

I ignored him as I heard a low growl. I looked up and saw a black figure chasing after us, but the weird thing is that it was on all fours running. Could this be the Alpha? Man, can't go nowhere without him trying to kill someone. I don't like him in my town; we's gon' have a sit down very soon. The butt-munch.

Scott then slide to a stop and pulled me down behind a truck. He put a finger to his lips to be quiet and I nodded. I didn't want to die and knowing this Alpha, he'd probably want some Emily to chew on. I should warn him I'm Derek's though. Only he can chew, bite, lick, and puncture me. Too much info? I didn't think so.

I looked at twin as he nudged me. He gestured to the cars and made a sign that I couldn't understand.

"Scott, you know I'm bad at charades," I whispered as quietly as I could. It wasn't good enough as Scott covered my mouth with his hands. Then he mouthed slowly, 'Jump on the cars.'

Oh. I nodded. Why didn't he do that in the first place?

He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the cars. Then he placed me on a car whilst he jumped up. We began jumping, me slower than him and much louder. I squealed when the alarms began going off. I hated alarms and loud noises; I'm like Chihuahua.

As we reached the end of the cars, we both jumped off and started running further away from the noisy cars. I was glad Scott was holding my hand because I was slacking. Remember I'm bad at gym, so I'm really out of shape. But I know Derek will fix that; wink, nudge.

Scott pulled me over to another car and we leaned against it, trying to catch our breaths. Bad thing was that I was breathing super hard and that made a lot of noise. Scott gave me a look and I covered my mouth to try and calm my breathing. We knelt there and listened to hear anything besides the Alpha. I know I wouldn't hear anything because I'm a not a wolfy, but I watched Scott's reaction.

We kind of relaxed after a while. Scott sighed in relief, but then he shot up as his freakin' phone went off. Reminder: never do anything illegal with Scott; he'll get you caught.

He struggled to turn off his phone when suddenly he was lifted up and thrown onto the truck's hood.

"Scott, I used your toothbrush to clean the bottom of my shoes! I love you!" I screamed as he hit the hood.

"What?" He got out before stopping.

Then I heard that lovely, hot voice and I shivered. "You're dead."

Well give us a room and a weekend and you're mine.

I shot up and saw Scott lying on the hood looking shocked whilst Derek stood on the side of the hood.

"Derek!"

He jumped down and dusted himself off. I resisted the urge to do it myself. Knowing me, I'd go really, really far and Scott's right there. I have a feeling that would be weird; just a little bit.

Derek gave me a look before pushing me to start walking. I complied quickly, enjoying his feel on the back of my head. Oh no, bad thought! Stop, stop! Go away! Wait until it becomes reality!

Scott followed. "What the hell was that?"

"I told you I was going to teach you." Derek explained then gave a careless shrug. "I didn't say when."

"Oh," I beamed. "Like a pop-quiz!" Sexy's such a good teacher. He can pop by my house anytime. After all, I love learning. Clothing not required.

I couldn't see Derek's face (I so thought wrong), but I somehow felt his glare. "You could say that."

"You scared the crap out of me!" Scott admitted. "Emily, too!"

I opened my mouth to argue, but just settled with, "Eh, not really. More like put me through more exercising than I'd like." Had I known it was Derek, I wouldn't have kept moving. He could have me that quick and I do mean have me. You know what it is!

"Not yet," Derek said. I shall wait, Sexy!

"Ok," Scott relented. "But I was fast right?"

Derek didn't miss a beat. "Not fast enough." Too fast for me, boo.

Scott defended. "But-but the car alarm thing, that was smart right?" Smart, yes. Worth it, hell no.

"Before your phone rang." Wow, Sexy is on a roll today; Burn Scott!

"Yeah, but that was- I mean," Scott struggled to talk; slow twin. "Would you just stop? Please." I felt Derek move his hand and I turned around to face the both of them. "What happened the other night; Stiles' dad getting hurt. Emily almost being hit by a car." I saw Derek glance at me. "That was my fault! I should've been there to do something! I need you to teach me how to control this."

"Look," Derek said gruffly; I shivered. "I am what I am because of birth. You were bitten. Teaching someone's whose bitten takes time." Patience is the key. Patience, my ass. I can only be patient for like a minute. That's a clear sign to Sexy. "I don't even know if I can teach you."

"What do I have to do?" Twin asked desperately. Poor, miserable twin.

Derek replied, "You have to get rid of distractions."

I chuckled and grinned. "Good thing we dropped those Twinkies, huh?" They gave me dull looks; I simply shrugged to myself.

Derek turned to Scott and grabbed his phone out of his hands. "You see this?" It was a missed call from Allison. "This is why I caught you. You want me to you? Get rid of her." But… I like Ally-pop.

"What? Just because of her family?" Scott was not going down without a fight.

I have a feeling Derek didn't like the question because then he threw Scott's phone to the garage's wall, hard.

Scott tried to protest. "Wait, wait!" No such luck; the poor, innocent phone broke into little pieces.

"You getting angry?" Derek asked. "That's your first lesson. You wanna learn how to control this, how to shift. You do it through anger." Rawr- that's my anger. "By tapping into a primal animal rage and you can't do that with her around!" Oh, Sexy was getting mad! I like a mad Derek. Talk about yum!

Scott put on mean face. "I can get angry."

"Not angry enough!" Derek shot back. "This is the only way I can teach you. Now, can you stay away from her? At least until after the full moon." Enter Jeopardy! theme song.

"If that's what it takes." Ehh, wrong answer!

Derek snapped. "Do you want to live? Do you want to protect your friends? Protect your sister? Yes or no?" Home boy better answer right. I'm in the question now.

"Yes!" Bing, bing, bing! We have a winner! "If you teach me, I can stay away from her."

I feel a lie in the force.

-X-

I was dancing in my room to Pandora and let me tell you I was dropping it like it's hot.

After Scott said he would stay away from Allison (coughbigfatliecough), Derek took off. I was sad but I got happy when I found the Twinkie box I had dropped. But when I picked it up, it was squished! Derek must've stepped on it when he was running. Lord, I was grieving.

Anywho, Scott drove home with the bags that made it through our adventure. RIP Twinkies! We got home and I locked myself away in my room whilst Scott did… whatever Scott does. Stiles is right. I should pay more attention to twin… Nah!

I was swaying my hips from side to side as I belted out the song lyrics. "To the windows! To the windows! To the walls! To the walls!" I spun around from my bed. "Till the sweat drop down my balls!" I looked up and squeaked.

Standing in his all-dark sexy outfit was Derek. His face was blank, but I swear I saw amusement in those gorgeous green eyes of his.

"D-Derek!" I cursed myself for sounding so squeaky. "What are you doing here? Not that I mind in any way at all!"

His lips twitched a bit; he must be annoyed. "Where's Scott?"

"Um, would you accept 'I don't know'?" I answered rubbing the back of my head sheepishly.

Derek sighed loudly. "You didn't think to watch him to see if he would actually stay away from Allison?"

"Well no," He gave me a look that made me put my head down in shame; Derek wasn't pleased. "But I already knew he was lying! Scott's a terrible liar-"

"Another thing you two have in common." Scott's not dead-sexy. Ba-dum PSHH.

"Besides even if I did watch him, he would probably trick me or overpower me. If you haven't got it, I'm horrible at any physical effort." I reasoned hoping he wouldn't be upset.

Derek thought about it then nodded and I sighed in relief. All of a sudden, a smirk appeared on his face. Sweet mother, that's hot. "I was left under the impression that you'd love to get physical."

Sweet. Balls.

I gaped at him. My mouth closing and opening with no words. I was speechless.

"It's so nice when you're quiet." He said still smirking. Then he tilted his head to the side. "Scott's home."

I was still shocked that I didn't even move, so Derek guided me to Scott's bedroom. He went to twin's chair in the corner while I just stood there. Can you blame me? Derek is flipping sex-ay and he just said something like that. Makes a girl wonder… how much longer till get in the sack?

"You idiot," Derek said somewhat quietly. "Hide."

I snapped out of it. "We're scaring twin again?"

"That's the idea; he always needs to be prepared. So get move on and hide. Now." He snapped at the end a little and I resisted lifting one foot up and sighing.

I whispered, "Yes sir." Then I jumped on twin's bed and threw the pillows around me to make it seem like I was not there. Yeah, you're looking at the hide and seek champ.

The door opened and I heard Scott's heavy breaths. I don't even wanna know why he's breathing hard. I then heard him run around a bit, so I picked my head out and saw him closing his blinds. I ducked down as he reached for the lamp switch.

Scott gasped; He must've seen Derek, but not I. Mwah-ha-ha!

"You seriously need to stop doing that!" Ah, Scott never did like being scared. Sissy-lala.

Derek didn't acknowledge him. "So what happened?" With what? "Did he talk to you?" Who?

"Yeah, we had a nice conversation about the weather." Scott answered sarcastically. It has been chilly lately. "No, he didn't talk!" Well sor-ry.

"Well did you get anything of him? An impression?" Derek asked.

That reminded me.

"I was left under the impression that you'd love to get physical."

I will never forget that. My Sexy is so sexy.

Crap, focus on Scott's issue. Dream of Derek later.

"What do you mean?" Twin's so confused; doesn't surprise me.

I heard Derek stand. "Remember you're other senses are heightened. Communication doesn't have to be spoken. What kind of feeling did you get from him?" So I don't have to tell Sexy I want to get it on with him? He'll just feel it. Well, this made my job much easier. We'll be doing the deed yet.

Scott answered, "Anger."

"Focused on you?" Derek questioned. Everything about me focuses on my Sexy-boo.

"No-no, not me," replied Scott. "But it was definitely anger. I could feel it." Who's angry? "Especially when he drew the spiral." Who's drawing spirals? I hate being left out!

It must be important because Derek asked, "Wait, the what? What'd you just say?"

"He-he drew this spiral on the window of my car." Hey, that's my car too! "On the condensation, you know."

Derek didn't say anything.

"What?" Scott asked. "You have this look like you know what it means."

Derek denied it. "No, it's nothing." I heard movement. Don't leave Derek!

"Wait, wait, wait a second," Scott put his foot down. "You can't do that. You can't ask me to trust you and keep things to yourself." Tell him, Scotty!

"Doesn't mean anything." There's that lie in the force again.

Scott wasn't taking it though. "You buried your sister under a spiral. What does it mean?" Twin's got a point.

The door opened and Sexy's voice spoke, "You don't want to know." I beg to differ.

I heard his footsteps as he walked away. Scott sighed and began moving closer to me. He was going to lie down and it was time to execute 'Scare Twin Shitless'.

I felt the bed sink in and that was when I struck.

"So what was that about?"

Scott yelled and sat up. He turned to look at me and shouted, "You, too?"

I just grinned at him.

Operation: Scare Twin Shitless succeeded.

-X-

"So you're going to teach Scott yourself? You sure you're qualified?"

Stiles snorted. "Are you qualified to be next to a school with your mental state?"

"You wound me, Stiles." I said lifting my hand to my heart.

"My deepest condolences," He said sarcastically.

"Hey," I called. "How's your dad?"

Stiles gained a sullen look. "He's ok. I just wish he never even got hurt at all even if it was not that big."

"It's gonna be fine," I said bumping my hip against his upper leg. He is taller than me.

"Thank you, all-knowing," He smiled.

I grinned in return. "You got it, dude." Then did thumbs up just like Michelle from Full House.

"So, you gonna watch me teach Scott during free period?" He asked as we sauntered down the hallway.

"I wish," I said then explained. "I got detention with Harris."

"Again?"

"I'm convinced he just loves to spend time with me. I mean I am awesome."

"Is that what they call psychos nowadays?"

"I said awesome not Stiles."

"Touché, Emily, touché."

Soon after that, Stiles left to meet up with twin and I walked to Harris' class. While I was walking, I noticed a certain smell. I looked around and saw a guy walking just ahead of me. Call me crazy, but I had a feeling I know this guy. That's it! It's the guy who saved me from almost getting hit by that car. They have the same cologne. I need to figure out his name.

"Hey, dude!"

He turned slightly and I saw his eyes were a pretty blue. I was a sucker for light eyes. Example: My sexy Derek. But I still didn't get a good look at his face.

"Yeah, you! Wait, don't walk away! What's your name? Hey!" I began chasing him as he ran away. I was determined to know who he was.

But luck was not on my side.

I was so close to him (he seems to run like I do; shitty) when a hand shot out grabbing my arm.

"Hey dick-wad," I started on the person but stopped as soon as I saw who was holding my arm. Mr. Harris. Oh crud.

I chuckled sheepishly and averted my gaze away from my chemistry teacher. "Mr. Harris, I was just heading to your class right now."

He didn't look amused. "Well the dick-wad's -I flinched- classroom is this way. Come along, Ms. McCall. Oh and another detention."

I groaned.

"Shall we try for a third?"

I didn't say anything. Hell, I knew better.

"Good," He said unemotionally before leading me to his class.

And I was so caught up that I didn't notice the pretty blue eyes watching me from the corner of the hallway.

I will find you, La Blue Eyes.

A/N: Some were asking for more Scott/Emily, so there you have it! Anybody know who La Blue Eyes is yet? He'll be revealed later. So yeah, tell me what you think - 20 reviews. Oh, thank you to the people who told me who they thought Emily looked like; it was fun to see how you pictured her.

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