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The McCall Twin
Chapter Twelve – Heart Monitor Pt. 2
Mr. Harris loves me.
Ok, let me clear this up. It's true my chemistry teacher loves me no joke. First, when he took me back to his classroom… he-he, doesn't it sound like something nasty is gonna occur? No, no fear not; that's just my imagination acting up. Imagination, hah. I'd love to let Sexy see my imagination about him… Wait, I'm going off-topic. Huh, guess Stiles was right about that. His first right, how fulfilling; BURN. Crap focus Emily.
Right what was I saying? Oh yeah, Mr. Harris. Ok, so he had me clean his entire class and I must admit I did well. Ok that's crap, I did nothing. I swept a broom like once (I refused to use anything but Byron) and instead of throwing the garbage; I tipped it over when I tripped. But here's the cool part. He didn't even yell at me! Well, he kind of called me an obnoxious retard, but he used really big words and soon I just toned him out.
Then I still had like twenty minutes left to stay in detention, but he let me go. And that proves that he has a soft spot for yours truly! I told him that and he simply claimed that he 'didn't want to lose any brain cells being around me'. But that's just a cover up so no one gets jealous.
So as my math class ended, I bounded down the hallway. I was looking for Scott and Stiles, but I couldn't find them at all. I grew impatient and started shouting loudly in the hallway, "STILES! SCOTT! TWIN! PSYCHO! WHERE ARE YOU?"
This caused many teachers to become upset by my great searching skills.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mrs. Hudson… Like you could hear me anyway, you know you're deafer than Helen Keller. Shoot, she could figure out more and she was deaf and blind. Who you trying to kid? -What? No, I didn't say anything Mrs. Hudson- Damn old bat."
After smiling sweetly to the old broad, I continued searching for my absent twin and best friend. Don't they know this is not the time for hide and seek!
Oh my, I got it! Scott is hiding from me and he's going to pop out to scare me! He's trying to get me back after I scared him last night. And he's dragged Stiles to help him! They thought they were slick, but I know now. They will never get me. I just have to watch out.
Several minutes later, I found the culprit also known as Scott.
"Ah-ha, you thought you could scare me Scott? Think again, mwahahaha!" I said as I jumped on Scott. He tried hiding behind one of the walls, but I got him.
"Um look, I'll give you my money if you don't hurt me."
I stopped my evil laughter (Yeah, I was still laughing that long; awesome eh?) and looked down.
This was not Scott. First of all, this kid had red hair. His clothes didn't even come close to being Scott's. His shirt looked way too big on him and his pants were so long that he had them rolled up. His book bag was slightly torn and a bit dirty. The book he was holding looked extremely old, too. And for offering me his money so I wouldn't hurt him, he had an empty expression on his face.
Holy baloney, he must be a Weasley!
I grinned at him. "Oopsie daisy, I'm sorry, Weasley." I was determined he was a Weasley. All evidence pointed to it.
Weasley looked confused. "Weasley? My name is-," I stopped him with my finger on his lips. "Ssh, it's ok. You don't have to be ashamed, Weasley. I understand, trust me! Don't let them get you down! Remember- Weasley is our King!"
His eyes had widened and I smiled, but something caught my attention.
Stiles and Scott walking in the other direction. I found them before they found me; success!
"Ahoy!" I shouted to them, letting Weasley alone. "When the hell did I become a pirate?" I shrugged before running (as best as I could) to them. "I found you!" I yelled as I jumped on Scott's back.
Scott jumped. "Emily, I told you not to do that!" What a sissy-lala.
"Twin, you're a werewolf and you still get scared over everything," I said sliding off him. That sounded really bad! Gross!
"You know now that you mention it, you are afraid of everything, Scott," Stiles smacked his lips.
Scott looked offended. "Well sorry, I didn't take it too well that I'm a freaking werewolf with an insane Alpha that wants me to go on a killing rampage, and a psychotic werewolf teacher who really just looks like he wants to kill me." Sexy senses tingling; yes, think wrong children mwahahaha. "On top of that, I have to stay away from Allison, the only girl to ever really like me back."
"I like you, Scott."
"I think he meant non-family, but if you're into that- no judgments."
"You caught me. Oh by the way, how's Jackson been?"
"He's been a little cranky, but we're trying to resolve those problems together."
"That's good. You know I know a good therapist."
"Really? That might work- Wait, what the hell am I saying?"
Scott chuckled and we looked towards him. "You know it's hard to stay mad at you two." He ruffled my hair and I gave a toothy grin.
Stiles nodded, "Well that's good. Hopefully you remember that before you try to kill me again."
"That reminds me," I announced then turned to Stiles. "Did you teach twin yet?"
He shook his head. "No, but I might've found a method."
I was intrigued. "Go on, Stiles dear."
"As I was saying before this animal-," Why is he looking at me like that? "-came and interrupted-,"
"There was an animal? Where?" I asked looking around.
Stiles and Scott both face palmed and groaned.
"Oh no, did it die-," I was forced to stop talking when twin slapped his hand over my mouth. So rude! Obviously, I was the twin who got the manners.
"Ok," Stiles started again. "As I was saying -don't roll your eyes at me,"
"Stiles, just say what you were saying before she starts b-i-t-i-n-g and l-i-c-k-i-n-g." Scott told him.
What? Is that some kind of Morse code? What in the heck is twin spouting?
"All right," I turned my attention back to Stiles. I was never going to figure what Scott said out. "Allison and sometimes you Em bring Scott back." I do? "When we were at the game, he heard Allison then you scream and he got his head back." I did that? I have superpowers; I knew it!
"But with Allison, it's not always true because literally every time I'm kissing or touching her-," GROSS! I don't want to hear about my brother being turned on. That's just sickening!
"No," Stiles saved me from some serious scarring. "That's not the same. When you do that you're just other hormonal teenager thinking about sex, you know?" Ok, so that didn't help much.
I turned my head to look at Scott and I saw him with big grin on his face. Oh no, I know that face. That's the face I get when I think nasty about Derek. Nasty… hmm, doing the nasty with Derek… Wait stop, that's just gross. My brother is thinking about sex and I am too. That's just wrong! And he still has his -OH MY LAWD- right hand on my mouth. Disgusting!
"Ew, don't touch me when you have that creepy smile on your face!" I said pushing him away from me.
Stiles looked at him. "You're thinking about sex right now, aren't you?"
Scott nodded smiling, unashamed of hurting his baby sister's thoughts. "Yeah, sorry."
"Have you no shame, twin?" I asked holding my heart.
Stiles shook it off. "That's fine. Look, back in the classroom-," WHAT? They got it on in the classroom before me and Sexy? NOOO, "-when she was holding your hand-," Oh… we're good then. "That was different, ok? I don't think she makes you weak. I think she actually gives you control." You know who likes control? Derek and he can control me all day.
Wow, I don't think I have the mind of a girl. I think I might have a mind of a hormonal boy. I think about Derek like all the time and we aren't having a tea party. I mean my thoughts are just Derek hip thrusting, biting, growling, kissing. I really need to filter out these thoughts!
"Kind of like an anchor," Stiles finished.
We came to a stop in the hallway when Scott spoke, "You mean because I love her."
…What?
"Exactly," agreed Stiles, completely unfazed by what Scott said. I wasn't though.
"YOU LOVE HER? AW THAT IS SO SWEET! MY SCOTTY-POO LOVES SOMEBODY NOT IN THE FAMILY! WOO!" I was a little enthusiastic.
Scott didn't even shout at me for yelling that to the world. Which as you know my paranoid twin would usually do to me.
"Did I just say that?" Scott asked shocked.
I nodded, wiping a fake tear. "Yes, you did! You're becoming a man, big brother!"
Scott smiled widely, "I love her."
"Praise to the Lawd, hallelujer!" So I was excited, bite me. No wait don't. That's only for my Smexy-kins.
Stiles didn't have the same reaction. "Yeah, that's great. Now moving on-," Scott was not having it; you go boy! "No, no, no really. I think I'm totally in love with her."
"Aw twin, you're too cute." I gushed as I pinched his cheek.
He looked down at me and grinned. "I love her."
"Yeah you do!" I oddly felt like Josh from Drake and Josh.
He suddenly lifted me up and swung me around. Then he set me down and I was really dizzy that I almost fell to the floor. Stiles caught me and held the back of my shirt.
"And that's beautiful. Now before you go off and write a sonnet, can we figure this out please-," Stiles said, trying to gain the attention of my lovesick twin.
It was barely any use. Scott just stood there with that goofy smile and dazed look on his face. D'aw, he was just too adorable!
Stiles wasn't having it. "-because you obviously can't be around her all the time!" Ooh, it's hard to find serious Stiles.
Twin snapped out of it. "Oh yeah-yeah-yeah, sorry." Oh shoot, twin's trying to bust a rhyme. "So what do I do?"
"Yes, Mr. Stilinski, what shall the young, in-love, hormonal wolf do?" I asked in my best game host voice whilst I held my fist to his mouth like it was a microphone.
Stiles sighed then rubbed his hand down his mouth and nose. "I don't know… yet."
"Wah, wah, waaah." If looks could kill.
Stiles then started thinking. I know this because he started walking in semi circles and he was moving a lot. I swear you could see that little hamster wheel turning in his head. Stiles had a plan.
Scott realized it, too. "Oh no, you're getting an idea, aren't you?""
"Yeah," Stiles nodded.
"Is this idea gonna get me in trouble?"
"Maybe."
"Oh, I like this idea already."
"Is this idea gonna cause me physical pain?" Physical… Derek… ah…
"Yeah, definitely. Come on."
"I'm so in!"
"You guys are way too eager for this!" Scott said trailing along slowly. He knew something bad was gonna go down.
This was gonna be good.
-X-
Eventually, we made our way to the parking lot of the school.
I glared as I saw Jackson's Porsche parked. Gah, I really dislike him. And it wasn't like I didn't like him from the beginning. No, it was quite the opposite actually. Yup, that's right. I, Emily Danielle McCall, -like my middle name? I do; woot, woot- had a crush on Jackson Asshole Whittemore. I'm 99 percent positive that is his middle name.
Alas, it is true, sadly. It was back in Kindergarten where I was naïve and obviously hadn't met my Smexy-kins. Anywho, we were at recess and he picked me first for kickball. Yes, he could have chosen long-legs Mikey, but no he chose me! It made me giddy. But later on, we switched teams and Jackson -just because I've always wanted a dramatic pause; tee hee- cheated. He said he got me out, but I was on the base. So there it ended my crush for Jackass. Big tragedy, but I think I lucked out. I got my smexy-assed Derek.
I was pulled out of my flashback as Scott questioned, "What are we doing?"
I looked up and saw this nice, black truck. It wasn't as nice as Derek's of course. This truck was nice, but Derek's car was sex on wheels. Hah, hot wheels! Now I get that term! I think…
Stiles stopped us and told Scott. "Ok, stand right here. Do you have your keys?" He better because I forgot mine this morning. See there was this incident with breakfast this morning… Yeah, I'd rather not talk about it.
To answer, Scott pulled out his keys from his pocket.
"Perfect," Stiles said before grabbing twin's hand to position the keys for whatever his idea was. "Hold them up like so." One key was pointed up in Scott's hand.
Stiles continued after he glanced at some guys that were behind us. "Now whatever happens, just think of Allison and or Emily here," I grinned. "I would go with Allison if you want to remain sane." I pinched his arm. "Jesus Emily, you know I hate being pinched!" I smiled sweetly at him. "Anyways, try to find her voice like you did at the game. Got it?"
Scott, looking really confused and slightly dumb, nodded.
"Ok," Stiles nodded glancing back at the guys again. Then he grabbed twin's wrist and made it higher. "Ok just keep holding it right there."
"Now Emily," I turned to Stiles. "I'll say this as slow as possible so you understand, you're going to wait over there for me, ok?"
I nodded with a big grin on my face then made my way to where he had pointed.
"Huh," I heard him say as I walked. "I thought that was going to be much harder."
I spun around and said, "Not when it involves pain to twinny-twin." Then I looked to Scott with seriousness, or as serious I could get. "Think of this as payback for the sandwiches and my previous bruised arm."
Scott gulped.
Stiles suddenly pulled out his own keys and walked stealthy over to the nice black truck. What is he gonna do? Try to use that key to drive the truck. I don't know much about cars and trucks, but I'm sure that you can't use the same key for all cars. Wow, could you imagine if that were possible? That would be so- OH MY GOD, WHAT THE HELL IS STILES DOING?
My jaw fell open in shock.
Stiles drug his own key along the side of the nice truck. Then he quickly walked over to me and hid his keys. He looked at me and mumbled, "Say what you are thinking."
"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? ARE YOU TRYING TO BE BADASS? BECAUSE I HAVE SOME PERSONAL, SELF TIPS ON BEING BADASS THAT DOESN'T INVOVLE GETTING YOUR ASS KICKED, YOU PSYCHO!"
To say I was shocked would be an understatement.
Then Stiles shouted, "Ay, ay dude! What do you think you're doing to that truck bro?" He once again turned to the guys, whose attention our yells had caught.
This dude with a weird hat on turned around and shouted, "What the hell?" With that, he made his way to twin, who looked absolutely flabbergasted as he fumbled trying to put his key away. Just as Scott managed to slip it into his pocket and shake his head dumbly, a fist hit his cheek hard.
"Oh my God, wow." Stiles said rubbing the back of his head.
"Pow, right in the kisser! Weird Hat has just punched Scooby! That may cause some damage to his not-so-cute face! I hope Ally-pop can manage a bruised boyfriend. Let's get back to the action!" I was not passing up the moment to be a commenter to a fight.
"Scooby is not taking that so lightly. Scooby tries to tackle Weird Hat, but no success! Weird Hat knocks Scooby on his ass! Weird Hat's posse, The Three Amigos, come to join in helping their buddy! Numero Uno of the Amigos pulls Scooby back into the action! Ouch, Weird Hat and the Three Amigos are now kicking Scooby really hard, might I add." I winced and looked away as I heard beeping.
Stiles was holding a phone that looked like it was monitoring someone's heartbeat. Wait a second… "Isn't that Finstock's heart app?" I know he has this because I tried to get his number off his phone. You know in case I was bored one day and wanted to chat with my teacher. He didn't approve. Psh, his loss.
"Yup," Stiles answered, wincing as he watched Scott get his booty kicked. "Stay calm, stay calm." Hmm must be twin's heartbeat.
I decided to go to back my commentary. "Scooby is on the floor being punched and kicked multiple times all over his body! Hopefully, Weird Hat and the Three Amigos don't hit a certain precious spot, or I will not become an auntie! Oh man, that's so wrong!"
"Oh," Stiles groaned. "That's not ok."
I looked at the phone as the beeping became faster. Whoa, it was just at 100 now it's at 129. Twin needs to chill, or he's going wolfy on Weird Hat and the Three Amigos. Find Allison! Or me!
"Calm down, Scooby!" Then it hit me. "No! I broke the commenter rule! Never talk directly to the fighters! Great, I am so fired now."
"When were you even an official commenter?" Stiles asked.
I opened my mouth to defend myself, but then I thought about it. "Huh guess you're right. I thought I was a pirate earlier." I laughed and he just gave me that hopeless look that everyone seems to get around me. Must be the season for it.
All of a sudden, I heard that wonderful, dull voice. "Stop! Stop it right now!"
Mr. Harris!
See he loves me so much that he would even come to protect my twin. Hah, because let's face Mr. Harris hates Scott. And Stiles. And everyone else. But he loves me!
Mr. Harris ran up to Scott, successfully shooing Weird Hat and the Three Amigos. You show 'em Adrian! And might I say, Adrian looked cool as he did so. And he looked even cooler as he asked, "What do you idiots think you're doing?"
Aw, he must have heard that Derek upgraded me to idiot, which is why he's using it. See he's just so kind to me. Hopefully no one catches on he's being so nice to me, or he might lose his job. I wouldn't want that!
I turned to Stiles as he nudged me arm. I looked at him and saw his smug face. Ah this is one of those moments where Stiles actually looks cute. He held out the phone and I saw that the heartbeat was now at 68. Stiles actually did it.
I grinned at him. "Guess you'd make a good teacher after all, but I feel your methods would land you in jail."
"Good thing my dad's the sheriff."
"I'll give you that one."
"Finally."
"Yeah, happy birthday."
"It's not my… you know what? I'll take it."
I grinned wider as I turned to Mr. Harris. "Oh Adrian, I'm digging the shades! You're working them, my home skillet teacher biscuit!"
"Ms. McCall?"
"Yes sir?"
"Don't you have detention with me after school?"
"No…"
"Well now you do."
Can you feel the love right now?
-X-
So I think Adrian caught on to my same thoughts about losing his job for being so nice to me. Because he invited Scott and Stiles to join us for detention. It was nice; I sat between the bored boys.
Well, I wasn't bored. I was currently playing MASH with Stiles. It was hard to get him to agree, but my cute face won him over. So as I was crossing out different things, I heard Scott move. I looked at him from the corner of my eye and saw him threw his bloody tissue. Hah, am I the only one who thought of the menstrual cycle when I said bloody? Ah chuckle, chuckle.
Scott sighed as he looked at Mr. Harris then he said, "Excuse me, sir."
Mr. Harris looked up.
"Uh, I know its detention and all, but I'm supposed to be at work and I don't want to get fired," explained Scott.
Mr. Harris didn't say anything, but that was enough to answer.
Scott sighed frustratingly.
Frustrated. I'm not really fond of that word right now. My reasoning? Well because I am so frustrated about my Smexy-kins. Note: not anger frustrated… I think you know where my imagination is going with this, he-he. And I know I just saw him like yesterday, but I need my dose of Derek like all day. Yeah, it's bad.
"You knew I would heal." Scott said looking over me to Stiles.
Stiles didn't falter. "Yup."
"So you did that to help me learn?" That's what he said in the first place. Slow ass twin…
"Yup." Stiles' newest, favorite word.
"But partially punish me." Scott said finally piecing everything together.
Stiles began rubbing his hands together in interest. "Yeah. Well, that one's obvious."
Even I could see that and, well, you know me. Oh! Stiles is gonna live in a mansion! He better invite me over!
"Dude, you're my best friend, and I can't have you being angry with me." Scott said. Oh great, he's being sappy. Excuse me as I throw up profusely.
No, Stiles don't join in on the sap- too late. "I'm not angry anymore. Look, you have something, Scott. Okay? Whether you want it or not, you can do things that nobody else can do. So that means you don't have a choice anymore. It means you have to do something."
They were both looking straight ahead like the manly men they were, yeah right. I looked up, rolling my eyes, and saw Mr. Harris giving them looks. I stuck my finger in my mouth and pretended to gag. In return, he rolled his eyes. I figured out that is how he laughs.
Scott choose this as the moment to finally look at Stiles again. Thankfully, I had gone back to Stiles' MASH game. "I know. And I will." God, sap, sap, sap. That is all I am hearing.
I guess Mr. Harris felt the same because not a second later he said, "All right, all of you, out of here."
"Thank the Lawd," I cried then looked at Mr. Harris. "They're both just full of sap, huh?"
"We're not." The sap-filled best friends said simultaneously.
Mr. Harris rolled his eyes. "Goodbye, Ms. McCall."
"B-,"
"Goodbye."
We packed our things quickly then all walked out of the class.
But before the door shut, I winked at Mr. Harris and gave him a huge grin. Nothing like my other times, I moved quickly so he wouldn't give me another detention. I mean Adrian is my homes, but I can't see my Smexy-kins if I'm always in detention. Oh! Unless, he wants to be like from the movie, 10 Things I Hate About You and break me out of detention. Though, unlike Kat, I will not flash Adrian. That is strictly for Derek.
"Emily, I don't have time to take you home and Stiles can't take you, so you'll have to come with me to work." Scott said as we walked down the hall.
I saluted him. "Ok! I'll be with my dogs. Hah, did you see what I did there?"
"Yes, Emily." Stiles said sarcastically, "So clever."
"I thought so," I said then perked up even more. "Oh Stiles, I finished your MASH game."
"Hit me," He said as we walked outside.
"Ok, so you're going to marry Kristen Stewart; so sweet, you're both the sheriff's kids. You're going to drive a Jeep; didn't see that one coming. Then you're going to go to Jedi Academy; may the force be with you. And you'll make a living by being a drug dealer; score me some, ok? Then you'll get a wolf as a pet; can you spell irony? You and Kristen will then have eleven kids; looks like you're a good swimmer, huh, huh? You settle down in a mansion in Vegas; you better invite your wonderful home slice, and not talking about Scooby, here. And for Halloween, you're dressing up as Daisy Duke; you can borrow some of my shorts." I finished, grinning.
"Wow," Scott chuckled. "Your life's looking nice, but I doubt the shorts will."
Stiles looked at him blankly. "Really? I thought slightly hairy man legs would attract everyone. Now I'm so disappointed."
I chuckled then smirked. "Don't worry, Stiles. Scott had this one where he married Mr. Harris and had-," For the second time that day, Scott covered my mouth.
"Ok, don't want to be late." Scott said fast, pulling me to his bike. "Bye Stiles."
I grinned innocently at Scott before jumping on the handlebars. Then I turned to Stiles and mouthed, "I'll text you." Stiles saluted me and drove off in his Jeep.
"You're going to text him, aren't you?"
"Ah, Scott, these are the moments where I feel we have twin telepathy."
"Well, can you hear me saying not to?"
"No. Now can you feel that?"
"Feel what?"
"I'm beating you up in my mind! Just like Weird Hat and the Three Amigos earlier."
"Sometimes I really worry about you, Em…"
"Wow, everyone says that."
"Can't imagine why…"
"I know. It's a mystery to me."
Scott sighed in reply.
-X-
Scott pulled into the back of the clinic, tied his bike up and he opened the back door.
"Ah, it smells like you in here, Scott. And yes I'm referring to you being a dog; burn!" I said following him into animal clinic.
Scott chuckled. "That'll never get old to you."
"Never, Scotty." I smiled, but stopped as I heard a panicky voice and a rough, harsh voice. Smexy-kins?
I went to go closer, but Scott grabbed my waist and pulled me back. He gestured for me to be quiet and stay behind him. I nodded silently. He moved quietly to where the voices were and I guess something crazy was happening because he shouted, "What are you doing?"
I couldn't see behind him, so I moved to the side and saw Derek holding Dr. Deaton, Scott's boss, in chair threateningly. For once, I could agree with Scott about Derek. But, not like Scott, I was ready to defend Derek.
Dr. Deaton turned his head a bit then yelled, "Scott, Emily, get out of here!"
We didn't move.
Derek threw the chair down then continued by punching Deaton twice in the face hard. I'm sorry, but Pow, right in the kisser. Again sorry, couldn't hold that in.
"Stop! Stop!" Scott yelled and finally moved towards Sexy.
Derek stopped, but turned to Scott. "Look, when he's conscious, he can keep himself from healing, but unconscious, he can't."
Scott wasn't having it. "Are you out of your mind? What are you talking about?"
I know this is crazy, but doesn't twin seem a little melodramatic? He's been hanging out with Stiles too much.
I finally got ahold of my body and moved towards Deaton. I went to grab his face, but a huge pair of hands stopped me. Shocked, I turned to Derek. I'm not shocked why he grabbed me; I'm shocked that he was touching me. I wonder if he felt tingles like I did.
I went to explain myself, but Scott's voice shout out as did his hand. "Don't touch her!" Then he pulled me behind him and away from Derek.
Derek snapped at twin. "You want to know what the spiral means, Scott? It's our sign for a vendetta, for revenge. It means he won't stop killing until he's satisfied." Is he talking about the lame Alpha?
My inner question was answered as Scott said, his voice filled with outrage. "You think he's the Alpha?"
But the Alpha always seemed so lame. Dr. Deaton wasn't lame. He always gave me lollipops when I came with Scott to work. He even let me play with some of the dogs.
"We're about to find out." With that, Derek lifted his now werewolf hands to hit Deaton.
My eyes were wide. I had never seen Derek like this. He seemed so ruthless. Crap, I'm not supposed to think he's really hot like that. No, he's gonna hurt cool-not-lame Dr. Deaton. But he does look good doing so. Stop it, Emily!
Scott caught his hand and growled. From Derek's face, I could tell Scott's werewolf face was showing. Scott then looked at his hand and watched as his wolfy fingernails shrink back down to regular size. I looked at his face and saw that his wolf features had left the building. Scott controlled himself.
I knew he could! You know, I had my doubts, but deep down I always knew.
"Hit him again, and then you'll see me get angry." He said threateningly.
It was quiet and I couldn't help myself.
"Wow Scott, you were actually badass right there for the first time of your life."
And the cool and tenseness disappeared real quickly.
As everything died down, I grabbed a cloth and began cleaning up Dr. Deaton. He had a cut on his cheek. Scott was helping out to, making sure he was alright.
A couple seconds passed and Derek was impatient. Yeah, he doesn't like it, does he? With any luck, he'll realize how unfair he's being to me and my needs.
He snapped, making me shiver. "Do you have a plan?"
Impatient Derek is really hot. Scratch that, Derek is just plain hot. I mean he made dying look freaking sexy as hell. Ok maybe that was just because he was shirtless. No. He's just hot.
Scott still seemed tense. "Just give me an hour."
"Then what?" It has to be impossible for two words to sound so hot.
Scott thought then spoke, "Meet me at the school. In the parking lot."
Sexy didn't question him. He turned to leave, but I caught his eye. They really were nice… and sexy. I could not leave that out at all. He just stared blankly and I couldn't look away.
That is until Scott nudged me, "Here, let me wipe his face."
I nodded and moved back. Then I turned to where Derek was, but only to see that he was gone. Sigh. I was hoping our eye connection would give him impressions.
"Hey, Scott?"
"Yeah?"
"What's your plan?"
"I don't know."
Sounds promising… but then again that means Derek will be mad when he meets us.
Yay!
-X-
Obviously, we weren't going to take Scott's bike over there. How lame would that be? Very lame, there's your answer. Scott called Stiles and told him everything. Needless to say, Stiles was here in less than five minutes.
So as Stiles pulled into the school, I was giddy with excitement. I was gonna see Derek again!
"Stiles, how does it feel to be our personal taxi?" I asked as I climbed out from the stupid back. Isn't the girl supposed to be seated in the front? Shows what gentlemen these two are.
He answered with ease, "Like I should start charging."
"But we always entertain you with Scott's wolfy problems and my mere presence." I said grinning at the Adderall-taking boy.
"I wouldn't use 'entertain'," Stiles snorted. "More like stress."
"I'm the good stress, huh? And Scotty's the bad stress."
"Spot on, Em, spot on."
We all walked to the back of the Jeep and waited there for Sexy to show up.
Stiles looked at Scott. "This is a terrible idea."
Oh yeah, Scott finally figured out an idea. I really didn't pay attention because I was thinking of those sexy, green eyes. Scott and Stiles didn't catch on because I threw in nods.
"Yeah, I know." Scott confessed.
"But we're still gonna do it?" Stiles asked disbelievingly.
"Can you think of something better?" We can leave me alone with Sexy…naked… Yeah, I like that idea.
"Well, personally I'm a fan of ignoring a problem until eventually it just goes away." Stiles said moving his hands as he said the last part.
Scott replied with, "Just make sure we can get inside."
Stiles gave a sigh and opened the window of his Jeep, searching for something.
I turned when I heard a sexy engine and saw lights. Smexy!
"He's here." Scott pointed out the obvious.
I snorted. "Would have never figured that out." It must be like a record for someone to be so flippin' slow! He's my twin, must accept him. If only he made it easier.
Derek turned off his sexy car and got out.
"Where's my boss?" Always to the point, twin. It's a shock Allison isn't preggers yet.
Lifting his eyebrows, Sexy answered casually, "He's in the back."
We all looked to see Dr. Deaton practically tied up with duct tape covering his mouth. Longing sigh. I'd like to be Derek's prisoner, all tied up. Can you get an impression off that, Smexy-kins?
As if he heard me, his green eyes met my dark brown ones.
Oh my goodness! Did he hear me? This is great! Now listen, Derek. I don't see nothing wrong with a little bump n grind! Let's talk about sex, sexy! I want my neighbors to know your name! We can do it all night!
There. I think that should make my impression loud and clear.
"Oh, well, he looks comfortable." Stiles remarked sarcastically. Stiles must be losing his mind. Not that there was a lot there in the first place; ohhh! He thinks he's comfortable. Silly fool, he isn't.
Then Stiles grabbed my arm and began pulling me. I turned and saw Scott walking towards the school, so I assumed we were just following him. I was fine with it until Derek's voice sounded; I stopped.
"Wait, hey," Stiles and Scott stopped as well. "What are you doing?"
Scott answered, "You said I was linked with the Alpha." Then he continued his way to the school. "I'm gonna see if you're right."
I didn't want to go with them. I wanted to stay with Derek. How do I get them to let me stay? Come on, Emily, think! Think! I got it!
I pulled my arm from Stiles' grip. At this, Stiles stopped and turned to me with confused eyes. "Em?"
This caused Scott to stop and look at us. "Emily, what is it?"
Here we go. "Well, I was going to stay back with Dr. Deaton. You know, just to make sure he's ok."
"Yeah, because he looks like he'll be waking up soon." Stiles said.
I thought I was caught until Scott said, "No, she should stay here." Say whaaat? "Knowing someone," He glared at Derek, "They might jump to conclusions and kill him."
Wow. I really didn't think it was going to work. Success!
The boys got into the school and then there were two. Ok. Then there were two and one unconscious.
I turned and walked coolly to Derek's sexy car. Or as coolly as you can get when you trip on nothing. I braced myself for the concrete, but all I felt was someone's hands holding me up. Derek.
I looked at him and said breathlessly, "Thanks." See? He wasn't that mean as Scott and Stiles thought.
He set me right on my feet and said, "You need to be less clumsy and more careful, or you're going to end up dead."
Don't sigh dreamily. But gah! He is just so cute and thoughtful and yummy.
"Yes sir," I saluted him to which he rolled his eyes to. So dreamy!
I walked over to Derek's side of the sexy car and felt Dr. Deaton's head. He wasn't too cold or hot. He actually seemed to be fine for just getting beat up by my Smexy-smexy-kins. I moved him to sit up, so his neck wouldn't hurt. I mean he was going to hurt all over anyway. So I'll be nice and help him avoid a sore neck.
Once I was done, I skipped over to Derek, who was leaning against the back of Stiles' Jeep. I leaned against it to and mimicked the way Sexy had his arms and legs. He glanced at me and moved his arms to be on the sides of him. I did the same. He moved his legs; I moved my legs.
He sighed, "Are you always this obnoxious, or does it take practice?" Aw, he's trying to get to know me!
I grinned at him. "Well, I do practice on Stiles a lot."
"Hmm," He said ironically.
Silence followed.
I didn't like silence, but with Derek, I didn't mind. Ok, so I did. I wanted to hear Sexy's sexy voice. Because ever since he found out about those inappropriate calls, he hasn't been answering. So it's been not fun.
Thinking of something, I said, "Hey, Derek. Get any impressions lately?"
"What?" He asked with furrowed eyebrows.
I didn't get to answer as a loud animal could be heard either trying to sing, or being choked to death. Wow. That poor animal; he should visit the animal clinic. Oh yeah… Dr. Deaton's in the backseat, unconscious.
Derek closed his eyes and said, "You've got to be kidding me." Then he opened them and let a exasperated breath out of his nose.
"What do you mean?" I asked. "What was that?"
He opened his eyes and looked at the school, then back at me. "That was your idiot brother."
Smexy say what?
"Was he being choked to death, or something?" I asked looking at the school, too.
Derek shook his head. "No, that him trying to growl." Growl? He was trying to growl? That was Scott growling? Oh my. Another burden of him being related to me, let alone being my twin.
I sighed in shame and put my hands over my face. "It pains me sometimes to say I'm his twin."
Unbeknownst to me, Derek smirked lightly.
All of a sudden, a fierce, loud growl shook the school. Literally. And yes, it did scare me.
I jumped and grabbed onto Derek's arm. He looked to me before looking around, then back to the school. He looked at me once more and I took that as a hint to let him go. I chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of my neck.
Derek gave me a look before walking to face the school. I didn't pay attention after because all I could think about was his yummy, hard arms. They even flexed when I did, but I think that was because of the growl. Dang Scott.
…But because of his scary yet amazing growl, I got to touch Sexy. Thanks, Scotty.
My two twits came out a couple seconds later and I ran to Scott.
I smiled at him widely, "Scott, that was amazing, albeit kind of shit-your-pants scary! One through ten, I give you an eleven! Because you were off the charts!"
Scott and Stiles grinned, but didn't get a chance to say anything because Smexy-kins beat them to it.
"I'm gonna kill both of you. What the hell was that?" He asked obviously not pleased. "What are you trying to do, attract the entire state to the school?" So delicious…
Stiles gained a creepy mouth-open grin as Scott said, "Sorry. I didn't know it would be that loud."
"Yeah, it was loud." He gave a breathy laugh. "And it was awesome." Stiles sang with the same creepy grin.
Derek wasn't amused. "Shut up."
Stiles waved his hand to him. "Don't be such a sour wolf."
Mm. Sour, sweet, but he won't be gone from me.
Scott hit Stiles lightly and asked dangerously, "What'd you do with him?"
I watched as Scott looked in the back of Derek's car. Dr. Deaton was gone! See, I told you he was not lame. Being tied up wasn't going to stop him! Wait… then where is he?
"What?" Derek said, confused, and turned around to see what twin was talking about. Then he turned back around, still looking confused. "I didn't do anything."
Aw, he looks really cute when he's confused! No stop, focus. Stiles is telling you something.
"What?" I questioned.
"We left you to watch over him," He said. "I told you, Scott, it was a bad idea. I knew she wasn't a good look out!"
Light running caused me to look at Derek. He was sexy one second, and the next, he was dangling in the air with a stream of blood pouring from his mouth. But he wasn't dangling magically; it was the Alpha.
I couldn't move as I watched Derek. I was stone and I could hear someone saying 'No' over and over again. I was so out of it that it took me a while to realize it was me speaking. I felt someone grab my waist and pull me further and further away from Derek. I didn't even bother to see who it was. My eyes were firmly positioned on Derek's green ones. All of a sudden…
Thud.
Derek was thrown at the school wall, hard. I saw him land and tried to move to him, but the grip on my waist only tightened. I couldn't tell if Derek was breathing or not, but you better believe I crossed all my fingers and toes.
My vision of the horrific scene was suddenly cut off as I was set on the floor. I looked up and saw that I was now in the school. Shifting my gaze, I watched as Scott and Stiles knelt down and held the doors to the school tightly.
You know, usually, when someone's life is basically threatened, that someone would be worried about their own wellbeing. But, at that moment, I could have cared less about myself. I had one single thought on my mind, or shall I say name.
Derek…
A/N: DUN-DUN-DUN! Oh, the angst! Gotta love it, or at least tolerate it. And hey, bet you guys thought Emily didn't have a serious side! But alas, she is human. Bleep-blap-bloop! So what do you all wanna see next? Let me know, k? Oh, btw, it would be really cool if we got to 400 reviews. So let's try it, ne?
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