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The McCall Twin

Chapter Nineteen – Co-Captain

After a few minutes of just sitting there and straining our ears to listen, Stiles pulled me up and gestured for me to follow him. In the direction of where the Alpha, who has been haunting me, went. He must be crazy.

I pulled arm from him and stepped back. "No way, I'm not going."

Stiles spun around and argued, "Well, I'm not going in there alone! You're supposed to be my back up."

I took another step back. "There. Happy? I backed up."

Stiles deadpanned, "Oh my God."

I just shrugged, silently looking around to see if anyone was close to us. The coast was clear.

"I swear if we weren't in this situation, I would most likely commend you on that right now." Stiles said as he rubbed a hand over his peach fuzz hair. "Very witty and totally unexpected."

I nodded. "I was actually debating for a second to say it or not because as you stated, this situation is cray-cray. But then I was like you know what 'just do it'."

"Ah, Nike helping with our daily problems."

"And making our feet look and feel nice."

"Nike, you sweetheart you."

…

"So… I'm still not going with you."

"I expected as much, but I'm just gonna do it." With that, Stiles groaned irately and stomped around. He threw his arms up in annoyance, almost like he was trying to fly. He kept kicking the ground and mumbling irritably. That was when it hit me. Stiles just threw an actual tantrum in the midst of everything that's going on.

Holy shit, that is so awesome.

"Alright, you won me over. Let's go."

Stiles thrust his closed fist in the air. "Yes."

"Mention this to anyone and I'll tell Lydia you were the one to fart during her presentation. Understood?"

"That was in third grade and those cafeteria bean burritos were too much for me!" Stiles argued before his fist and head went down in defeat. "Yes."

I just smirked.

He sighed and grabbed my arm. "Let's go."

"And where are you both off to?"

We froze and simultaneously turned our head to face the Alpha, also known as Peter Hale. His face was no longer scarred, but smooth. He was leaning against the wall, looking over his nails with a calm look on his face. He is such a cocky bastard, but I guess he has all the right to be.

When neither of us answered, he spoke again, "If you're heading to the lacrosse game, I'm afraid you're just a bit too late. I think right about now Scott's making the winning point." He chuckled softly and gestured to Stiles. "And to think that could've been you." Stiles' face fell slightly. "Well maybe next time, huh?"

I saw something in the corner of my eye and I moved my eyes to see Derek standing a little ways behind Peter. Hope filled me up. Derek was here to take this bitch-ass Alpha down! From what I could see, Peter hadn't noticed him yet. Derek had the perfect opportunity.

But he didn't move to attack him. Matter of fact, he wasn't even looking at him. He was looking to the floor. I followed his eyes to the ground, but there wasn't anything remotely interesting about the floor. What the heck was Derek doing?

I looked towards Stiles and saw him glancing at Derek as well. He met my eyes and we shared the same thought. What was he waiting for?

We both jumped, albeit Stiles was more clumsily, at the sound of Peter clapping his hands together. He smiled at us, but it was neither sincere nor friendly. It was as if he knew something he didn't…like he was smug.

"Well as much fun as this is, getting to chat with one another, we have to get going. You know, congratulate Scott on his win. I'm sure we'll keep in touch." He continued to smile.

My hearing seemed to be delayed as it took me such a long time to figure out what he just said. He said 'we'. As in two or more people. Red is knocked out and I doubt she'll be getting up anytime soon. Stiles and I would never go with him for obvious reasons (We are scared shitless). That only left Derek… but Derek would never go with him… Would he?

I shook my head and almost laughed at the thought. It was too silly. Derek joining the Alpha, who has fucked Beacon Hills in all ways, was so ridiculous. He would never betray Scott. He would never betray us. Never.

"Uh, I know you were in a coma, so I'll be nice," Stiles said then mumbled under his breath, "…even though you clearly haven't been…" He cleared his throat and finished, "I think you meant to say 'I have to get going'." Peter continued to smile. "Because you said 'we' and that applies two or more, which you don't have since your nurse is unconscious…" Stiles trailed off and slowly looked at Derek in disbelief and realization. "No way…"

Peter nodded with that smug smile attached to his lips, "Yes way. Family overcomes anything. Wouldn't you agree, Stiles? I'm sure your father would."

Stiles' eyes were wide open and his mouth slightly agape. I don't know why. Derek is obviously pulling our chain. He's gonna snap out of this and attack the Alpha. Just watch, any minute now.

"And Emily," I tensed as he said my name, but looked at him either way. "The same would go for you and Scott. Though you are constantly teasing him, you would do anything for your brother. Family is above all and nothing can stand in its way. So why would Derek and I be any different?"

No. He's lying. Isn't he? He has to be.

My gaze immediately landed on Derek. He was taking his time to get Peter and he was still looking at the magical floor. "Derek, what are you doing? The magical floor is still going to be there when you beat him. He's right there. What are you waiting for? What…" I stopped as Stiles grabbed my arm to stop me. I hadn't even realized I was moving towards Derek.

Derek still avoided all eye contact. Peter still had the smug smile on his face. Stiles still was shocked. I, on the other hand, was pissed off. And the sad part was that I was pissed at Derek.

"You're on his side?" My tone was sharp and incredulous. "This is the man who has been screwing this town over and killing people, one of those people being your sister!"

"It was a mistake." Derek replied tonelessly. "Mistakes happen."

My eyes were probably huge and my jaw was undoubtedly on the floor. This wasn't my Derek. He would never side with the Alpha, but here he was defending him. When the hell did I enter the Twilight Zone?

Peter cleared his throat and said, "I would love nothing more than to see the outcome of this conversation. But alas, I really have a tight schedule. So until next time on 'The Young and the Wolf-less'." With that cheesy pun, he passed right by both Stiles and I and said, "Emily. Stiles." Then he continued on his way with Derek following him.

Derek didn't even glance at us.

Stiles let out a long breath and cursed. "This is bad. This is really bad. We've got to warn Scott. Come on, maybe if we leave right now, we can beat them."

I didn't say anything.

Stiles sighed and rubbed his hands on his face. Then he turned to me and threw his arm around my shoulders. "I know it hurts and it'll probably scar you for the rest of your life," Behold my best friend, the greatest pep talker alive. "But we can't give up just because someone got picked before us. Like when Finstock picked everyone for first line before me, I didn't give up. And then boom," He snapped his fingers, "I got chosen for first line." He smiled then it slowly fell off. "…and I didn't even make it to the game." His arm on my shoulders slackened. "And now I just made myself really depressed."

I sighed at him and shook my head, smiling slightly. "Come on, we've got to go get Scott."

"Yeah," He agreed. "I just made myself depressed by trying to give someone else a pep talk. Gah, I suck at pep talks."

This time I agreed, "Yeah."

"Hey- you know what? Ba-humbug."

I couldn't agree anymore, Stiles.

-X-

We made it to the school very slowly since there was a bunch of traffic. No doubt, coming from the school and going to celebrate. Stiles parked and jumped out of the Jeep, almost falling to the floor. Then he continued to run like an idiot to the boys' locker room.

I jogged- yeah right. I walked to the boys' locker room, but I was speed walking so give me some credit. I made it to the locker room just as Stiles did. I think he was waiting for me to catch up. The sweetheart.

He ran in the room and announced, "Dude, we have a huge problem."

I walked in behind Stiles and saw twin sitting there in his towel, looking at the floor. What the fuck is so great about the damn floor?! Agh!

"Trust me," Scott let out a little breath. "I know."

Something tells me we were a little bit late.

-X-

So just to fill you in a bit. Scott, Stiles, and I have appointed ourselves Jackson's keeper. To go further into detail, we are following Jackson around. Why? Well because, according to Scott, Allison's dad and aunt (who I have yet to meet) think he's the beta, which is just a fancy word for another wolf that is not an Alpha. Scott did not like my revamped definition.

But you're probably not interested in that. You're probably wondering about that guy with the green eyes, He-who-shall-not-be-named. And no, I am not talking about Voldemort. You all know exactly who I'm talking about.

I threw him out of my mind because then it just makes me really sad. Like last night, I didn't go to bed until three and that was after I crawled into bed with my mom. I worried her and she asked what was wrong. I just said that the thunder scared me. That worried her even more, considering there was no thunder at all. I was depressed! Sue me!

Or don't because that would only make me more sad.

So just not talking of Sexy- of him, who-shall-not-be-named. Yes, it is really hard. It's like being a smoker who's trying to get off cigarettes, but is at an all-smoker party. That was a terrible analogy, but now you witness had bad I am.

Sigh. Let's just get back to the present where Stiles is driving to where Jackson and Daddy Argent are talking.

Said guys both turned to look at us as Stiles parked the Jeep. I pushed myself forward to get in between Scott and Stiles. Time to play it cool.

"Yo." Scott.

"What's up?" Stiles.

"Heyyy!" Me.

I was the coolest.

"Is everything okay?" Scott asked.

Daddy Argent smiled and greeted. "Hey Scott, Emily. Your friend here was having car troubles. We're just taking a look."

"Oh," Stiles said with a smile.

"There's a shop right down the street. I'm sure they have a tow truck." Scott informed them.

Stiles agreed. "Yeah, you want a ride?"

Twin opened the door and began to get out. Jackson looked extremely reluctant and somewhat scared. Daddy Argent was a scary one, indeed.

"Hey, come on Jackson, you're way too pretty to be out here by yourself," Stiles continued, trying to win him over. Note to self: Tease Stiles about thinking Jackson is pretty. Reference: Stiles watching Jackson in the showers (Chapter 4).

I nodded. "Yeah, who knows who will find you?" If he knows what's good for him, he will get his ass in the Jeep now. I'm practically shouting 'you're gonna get yourself killed if you don't come with us'. Come with me if you want to live, Schwarzenegger has never been more right.

Jackson nodded and immediately began walking over to us. He looked tensed as he moved.

Just as he was nearing the Jeep, Daddy Argent called out, "Hey guys!" We all turned our heads to look at him as he walked over to the driver's seat of Jackson's Porsche. He opened the door and turned the key. It roared with life. Then he smiled, "Told you I knew a few things about cars."

Oh. He is good.

Stiles and I glanced at each other then I looked towards Scott. He caught my eye and raised his eyebrow. I only mouthed, 'He's good.' Scott shook his head at me and turned back to Daddy Argent, who was walking to his truck. He got in quickly and was out of here in a second.

Once he was gone, Jackson turned on Scott. "What are you following me now?"

I was going to get out on Scott's side until he slammed the door in my face. I narrowed my eyes at the back of his head. How rude. I then went out Stiles' side as he climbed out of the Jeep. He got hit in the arm for trying to shut the door on me as well. People these days.

"Yes, you stupid freaking idiot." See what I mean? "You almost gave away everything right there!"

Stiles and I both joined the equally upset Scott and Jackson.

"What are you talking about?" Jackson asked, clearly confused.

"He thinks you're the second beta," explained Scott, which only confused Jackson more.

I cleared my throat and coughed out, "That means other wolf."

Scott suddenly snapped. "He thinks you're me!" And with that, the angry beta hit his fist against Stiles' Jeep. Stiles didn't really like that.

"Dude, my Jeep."

"I could hear your heart beating a mile away. Literally." Scott told him, ignoring Stiles' pleads. "Now he thinks that there's something wrong and now I have to keep an eye on you so he doesn't kill you too!" Scott then made a sound of frustration before lunging to hit the Jeep again.

Stiles caught him fast enough. "Whoa, whoa, okay, okay. How about we just step away from Stiles' Jeep?"

"Yeah Scott, you know he is our ride and I am not riding in a Jeep that is all messed up." I said moving to Scott's other side to hold his arm. I dropped it when he relaxed a bit.

"That's all you're concerned about?" Stiles asked. "Thanks a lot."

"He stopped, didn't he?"

"Point taken."

Jackson didn't like the blame. "You know what, this is your problem. Not mine. Okay? I didn't say anything, which means you're the one that's going to get me killed. Okay, this is your fault!" Jackson pushed Scott suddenly into Stiles' Jeep.

Stiles threw his hands up in the air. "Can we stop hitting my Jeep?"

Scott pushed Jackson back and a fight was definitely going to break out, but Stiles jumped in between them. "Alright, oh, guys stop! Alright?"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

Stiles groaned. "You are so not helping."

I shrugged. "I know."

When Stiles moved away from them, Scott approached Jackson and said, "When they come after you, I won't be able to protect you! I can't protect anyone." After that was said, he turned to Stiles and then me.

"Why are you looking at me?" Stiles questioned him at the same time I did. "Oh ew, why'd you look at me?"

It was a moment of silence as Scott looked uneasy at all of us, including Jackson. Speaking of which, he decided to voice his thoughts, "You know what? Now you have to do it. Get me what I want and I will be fine protecting myself."

"No, you won't!" Scott argued. "Just trust me. All it does is makes things worse."

Jackson wasn't convinced. "Oh yeah, really? In order to hear anything you want and run faster than humanely possible? Sounds like a real hardship, McCall!"

"Yeah," breathed Scott. "I can run really fast now. Except half the time, I'm running away from people who are trying to kill me!" Jackson just looked annoyed, but said nothing. "And I can hear things. Like my girlfriend telling people that she doesn't trust me anymore right before breaking up with me! I'm not lying to you! It ruins your life."

Gosh, Scott, tell me how you really feel.

I looked at Stiles and we both frowned.

"It ruined your life," Jackson corrected. "You know, you had all the power in the world and you didn't know what to do with it. You know what it's actually like?"

"Educate me, dick," I said after hearing him talk down to Scott.

He sneered at me. "It's like you turn sixteen and someone bought you a Porsche when they should have started you at with a nice little Honda. Me? I drive a Porsche."

He then turned away and climbed into his stupid Porsche. As he began to drive off, I shouted, "Nobody cares! You're not cool!"

Stiles clapped my shoulder. "Well said, Em."

Scott was still down and I had half a mind to go jump Jackson, but I'll save him from my wrath until another day.

I sighed and moved closer to Scott, "Don't stress about him, twin. He'll realize his jackass ways."

"You really think so?" Stiles asked.

I deadpanned, "No."

Stiles breathed out his nose and patted Scott's arm. "Despite that, Emily is right. Don't worry about him. We'll figure something out. We always do. Now come on, let's go."

Scott ruffled his hair and sighed, "Yeah, you guys are right. I just wish it wasn't like this at all. It sucks."

"It sucks a lot and there is not one vampire around. Ironic, yeah?" I said as I climbed to the backseat.

Stiles face palmed whilst Scott just shook his head, trying not to smile.

Onward!

-X-

"We need Scott," Peter said to his nephew. "We are stronger a pack, you know that. But Scott… he's just having a difficult time seeing it that way. Such stubbornness."

Derek nodded. He knew how stubborn Scott was and how freaking annoying it was to deal with. Secretly, he was happy he wasn't the only one dealing with it anymore.

"We just need for him to agree…" He trailed off as an idea hit him then a smirk made its way onto his face. "Perhaps he needs a little more convincing."

Derek narrowed his eyes at his uncle. "What do you mean?"

"What I mean, dear nephew, is that Scott needs a little push." Peter smiled. "And I have the perfect idea for that."

Derek said nothing, but he continued to look at Peter with suspicion.

Peter chuckled as he looked at Derek. "It's like I said before. Family above all. If part of your family is doing something, then most likely the ones left out will soon join in. Wouldn't you think so?"

As everything started to piece together, Derek's eyes widened. "His mom and Emily."

Peter nodded. "If I convince his mother to join us then he would soon follow shortly."

Something wasn't making sense for Derek. "And Emily? How do you expect to get her in the pack? She's not exactly you're biggest fan."

Peter made a disapproving noise. "Come now, Derek. I thought you were much brighter than that."

He said nothing.

"I may have been in coma for six years, but I still saw things as the Alpha and as the hospital patient. I saw how absolutely infatuated Emily was with you." Peter's lips turned up as Derek tensed. "And of course, your actions towards her. It didn't slip past me. And despite your falling out with her, I'm sure you could still convince her to join us."

Derek continued to remain silent.

"Then Scott would for sure join us and it would all work out." Peter finished with a smile then he made an 'ah' noise. "What do you say?"

Derek made eye contact with his uncle for what seemed like minutes before turning away with a slight nod. He made to move when Peter's voice stopped him.

"Oh, Jackson, is it?" Derek's eyebrows furrowed. "That's the boy who wants to be like us, correct?"

"What about him?" Derek questioned, eyes narrowing once more.

"It seems he's causing some trouble for us. It would serve us best if he was disposed of. Take care of him, would you?" Peter said as he went to get ready for his date with Melissa McCall.

He was already ahead of the game.

-X-

I was looking for my bag when Stiles texted me. After the whole fiasco with Jackson, Stiles dropped me and twin off at home. Though after a few minutes, Scott went out to do something and I didn't know if he was back yet. Stiles went home, so it was questioning to why he was texting. We never text anymore unless it has something to do with supernatural.

From Stiles:

They're all connected. The bus driver, those two guys from the woods, the video store clerk. They all had to do something with the Hale fire. I just don't know exactly what. We need to talk with Scott soon.

It would make sense. The Alpha (I will never get used to calling him Peter) took out revenge on the people who caused the fire or had something to do with it. It's just… why Scott? If it had been me who didn't get caught that night by Padre Stilinski, would I be the werewolf right now? If anyone had been in Scott's position, would they be the werewolf?

All of sudden, I remembered what the Alpha kept telling me that night in the gym.

"I think I picked the wrong twin… You would've made an interesting werewolf…"

Did he purposely choose Scott, or was it some huge coincidence?

I sighed loudly and shook my head. "Ain't nobody got time to think. I need to find my damn bag and get some dark brown hair dye because I am positive I'm getting gray hairs, and that's not cute boo-boo."

"Damn straight, you're my kid and you always got to look good, or else it looks bad on me." I almost tripped as I turned to face my mom.

"Mom!" I said in shock. Shock for her sudden appearance and for how she looked. She looked hot, gorgeous, beautiful, pretty, lovely, fabulous, and any other synonyms of those words. "Dude, you look great. No scratch that, you look stunning."

She smiled and waved me off, "Thanks. You know how I do."

I grinned at her. "So you still haven't told me about this guy."

"He's just some medical rep I met at work," She answered as she played with her hair.

"Not a potential new daddy?" I asked winking at her.

She laughed, "I just met him. And besides, Sam Winchester is your new daddy, remember?"

"How could I forget? It's still as yucky as the first time you said it." I replied cheekily.

She went to hit me, but I moved and she said, "Brat." I only continued to grin. "I'll be out late, so don't wait up. Alright?"

I opened my mouth to say something when she suddenly said, "And if one innuendo or sexual joke comes out of your mouth right now, I'll take away your phone for a month."

My mouth snapped shut.

She narrowed her eyes playfully, "Goodbye, brat. Love you."

"Love you too!" I shouted as she left my room.

Now! What was I doing? Right my freaking bag. Where the hell is it? I tapped my foot on the floor and tried to remember the last time I had seen it. I had already checked under my bed. Oh no. Could it be… in my closet?

Gulping, I stood right in front of the closet.

My closet was seriously bad. I just threw junk in there when Mom would tell me to clean my room. Who knows what's in there? I reached for the handle and right when I was about to open it, the doorbell rang. I jumped about a foot in the air.

This could be my chance. I could avoid opening my closet and meet Mom's guy, but then I know I would never go in my closet. Besides, what if Mom has a terrible time with the guy? I'll save him the pleasure of meeting me until the second date, if it goes well. But if it doesn't then he's missing out on me. Win-lose situation. I win, he loses. I love that result.

Just as I was about to open my closet, Mom walked in holding my bag. "Hey, this was in my room. Here." She tossed it on my bed and then quickly ran to my vanity mirror. "Ah, I'm not ready and he's here. Do you have nice jewelry? Oh and perfume!" The doorbell rang again. "Scott? Get the door."

"Your brother sure is taking his time answering the door," Mom muttered before exploring my entire jewelry box.

"Oh, Mom, I have the perfect bracelet to go with your outfit." I said grabbing it off my dresser. "Here. You're gonna look styling."

Mom smiled. "Thank you, thank you." Then her face turned to annoyance as the doorbell rang once more. "Scott, for the love of God, please!"

"Scott, if you don't answer the door I'm going to get Byron! Then I'll tell Allison all your embarrassing stories!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you," Mom said. "Allison's here."

"Oh," I nodded then screamed, "Hi Ally!"

I heard her laugh before she replied, "Hi Emily!"

Mom kissed my cheek and said, "Bye, I love you."

I wiped her kiss off when she wasn't looking and said, "Love you too."

I assume Mom left because after a few minutes, Scott came running up the stairs. I only know that because his giant feet were making a bunch of noise of the stairs.

"Scott!" I yelled. "Please shut up!"

"Emily!" I jumped as Scott ran into my room.

"What is wrong with you?" I asked as he moved closer to me.

"Something big came up and I need to go check it out. Stay here with Allison, please." He all but begged me.

My eyebrows furrowed. "What is it? What came up?"

He shook his head. "Nothing you need to worry about. I just got to take care of some things. Just please, stay here with her. Please."

I squinted at him and reluctantly agreed. "Fine."

"Thank you," He said and was about to leave my room until I stopped him.

"On one condition," He faced me. "After you do whatever need to do, you have to tell me what was so important that you have to leave right now."

He nodded.

He began to move, but my voice stopped him once more. "Oh and be careful, alright? Don't go getting bit by anything else."

"I promise," He said before running to his room.

I sighed. That boy is going to drive me crazy. When a few seconds had passed, I walked to Scott's room and leaned against the door.

"Look, Emily is in her room if you need anything," Scott said as he pleaded with Allison to wait for him.

I nodded at her. "I'll be studying for Spanish, but if you get tired of waiting for my butthead of a brother then feel free to visit me."

As I said that, Scott nodded vigorously until he caught heard the end then he glared at me. I grinned and winked cheekily at him.

Allison smiled at me. "I'll keep that in mind."

Saluting the awkward ex-couple, I sauntered back into my room. I retrieved my bag and began looking over notes for Spanish. I know it seemed stupid to be worrying about grades, but I have this system where I always have C's in my class. A C is passing and as long as YOU LOVE ME! No totally kidding, but I had to. My average grades are C's and right now I have a D. That's not working with me. Now, time to study!

…

I caught myself dosing off as a knock sounded my room. I moved the notes further on my bed when I felt that they were wet. I picked them up and then touched my cheek. Oh nice, I drooled. Spanish seriously is no fun. Well, school is altogether no fun. Making a face, I tossed them back onto my bed before going to my door.

It was Allison.

She smiled and said, "Hey."

"I knew you couldn't resist me, Ally, it's the charm," I said with a huge grin, puffing out my chest.

Chuckling lightly, she replied, "You caught me."

I winked.

"No, but your bathroom, where is it?" She inquired.

Scott is dumb sometimes. He leaves my future sister-in-law by herself where she doesn't know where anything is at. I actually think this is the first time she's been in our house.

"Right," I nodded. "Since Scott obviously has no manners. I shall show you where the potty is."

Allison laughed. "Thank you for your thoughtfulness, Emily. I appreciate it."

I leaned against the bathroom frame and said in over exaggeration, even though I was completely serious, "Finally, someone that appreciates my amazingness! Have a nice leak."

Allison grinned and shook her head at me before she entered the bathroom.

I walked back to my room and shut the door. I shivered once I noticed how cool it was in my room. I then looked to where my window was opened, drapes blowing with the wind. I froze and immediately began looking around. I did not open my window. Nothing was out of the ordinary, but I was not staying to find out.

I lunged for my door when something caught my wrist. I went to shout when the grasp on my wrist spun me around whilst the other hand covered my mouth. I literally stopped breathing when I saw those familiar green eyes I adored. Derek was here. My eyebrows scrunched up together when I remembered that he was a… traitor. He sided with the Alpha.

Once he knew I wasn't going to shout, he released my mouth and his hold on me. He continued to pierce me with his verdant eyes and I just stared blankly at him. It was so quiet between us that I could actually hear Allison come out of the bathroom. There was a moment we both thought she was going to come in here, but after a few minutes her footsteps stopped.

Derek shifted and began slowly, "Emily."

"No," I said sternly. "Don't 'Emily' me. You can't come in here and think if you say my name in that sensual way that you have that everything is going to be back to normal. It doesn't change the fact that you are siding with the Alpha."

I was surprised on how stern and angry I sounded. This was Derek, my Sexy, my boo thang. And here I was scolding him and disagreeing with him. I never did that. I always sided with him, but now that he was siding with the Alpha I just couldn't.

He opened his mouth to no doubt defend him.

"Do you know what he did? To me? To Scott? Allison? Stiles?" I demanded as I pointed my finger into his chest. (See I'm serious because I didn't even say 'his sexy chest'…though it is sexy… REGARDLESS.) "Do you remember what he did to your sister?" It was a low blow, but he was not getting it.

"I told you before that was a mistake," He replied, not once moving my finger from his chest.

I laughed bitterly and said, "A mistake is when you don't stop at a stop sign. A mistake is when you forget someone's name. It's not a mistake to cut someone in half." The flinch and slight growl did not make me feel good at all. It made me feel despicable. I have the right to be upset with him, but I don't want to and I feel like crap.

The pointed finger slowly turned into a fist. "Do you remember what he did to you?" My voice was barely over a whisper.

Derek didn't answer.

I didn't look at him as I continued. "I do. I thought you were dead. You looked dead. You just laid there…" I closed my eyes tightly. "…and you didn't get up… I thought he killed you." I grimaced as I looked up to him. "I guess that was a mistake too, right?"

All he did was stare.

Normally, I would have been joyful for him just looking at me. But now it just made me angry and I wanted him to say something, anything. Why was he so quiet now? Why can't he just call me annoying or something?

"Why are you siding with him?" I asked as I hit his chest with my fist. "You know what he's doing is wrong, so why are you with him?" My voice raised slightly. "Why are you suddenly against Scott? Why are you agreeing with him?" Another hit to his chest. "Why, Derek? Huh? Why don't you say anything?" I'm really surprised that Allison didn't hear me. My voice was rising with every word I said.

But what really shocked me to the core was when Derek pulled my arm to him. And suddenly his lips were crushed against mine. Then I couldn't control myself. I brought my hands to grip the back of his neck as I kissed him just as hard. I could feel his burning hands all over me and that just made me run my fingers through his pitch dark hair, pulling lightly.

We pulled apart for a second and all I could hear was the sound of our heavy breathing. We made eye contact; brown orbs connecting to green and we were lost in another fit of passion. Derek reached for my face and lifted my chin to put his lips to mine once more. I held onto his face just as tightly as he held mine.

Suddenly, I was aware that my feet weren't touching the floor anymore. I opened my eyes half-lid to notice that I was lying down on my back. I was confused and for a second I thought this was a dream until Derek's face came into my vision. I felt his warmth as he lay his body on top of mine. Grabbing his face, my lips sought his. I found them quickly and he wasted no time into joining in.

I pulled away slightly when I couldn't breathe anymore. My cheek resting against his cheek with stubble all over it. I don't know what it was, but that stubble felt so freaking amazing especially when it was suddenly rubbed against my jaw. Derek's lips and tongue were becoming familiar with my neck and soon his teeth merged as well.

I closed my eyes and moaned as my emotions heightened considerably (teenage hormones). Derek's lips made his way back up to my jaw and soon his lips claimed mine again. I held onto the back of his neck, nails digging into his skin. He growled at that and I moaned again. He took this as a sign to sneak his tongue into my mouth. I accepted it without hesitation.

Our tongues met softly. They felt as if they had minds of their own as they fought until Derek growled at me and rocked his hips to mine. I immediately lost the battle.

I pulled away and let out several deep breaths. Derek took this as sign to finish his earlier work at my neck. All of a sudden, it was really hot and we were both wearing too much clothes. I reached for his leather jacket and pulled at it slightly. Without removing his lips from my neck, he began to shrug it off.

That was until a knock reached our ears.

We both stopped and turned to closed door. I glanced back to Derek and he nodded for me to get it. He rolled off me and I got up slowly. I was not trying to fall. After that hotness, I was positive my legs were dead.

I looked to Derek again and saw him fixing his jacket, his back facing me. I opened the door and Allison appeared. She smiled then must've noticed my appearance because her face became confused. I could only imagine what I looked like.

She chuckled, "Spanish looks rough. I'm glad I went for French."

I rubbed the back of my head and coughed, "Yeah, real rough. Like how Scott's elbows used to be before he discovered lotion. Well before he learned he could use it for more than one thing." That was word vomit. I didn't want to say that. It just came out! I didn't want to embarrass Scott. Well, I did but not right now. I was saving that for major burning ammo.

Allison bit her lip to conceal her laughter; she succeeded. She smiled but it didn't reach her eyes. "I'm sorry to bug you, but I was wondering if you had anything to drink?"

"Oh," I nodded and cleared my throat. "Right, I'm your hostess. Come this way." I closed my door and began to walk only to tumble into the wall.

"Whoa," Allison said, catching my arm. "You okay?"

Damn Derek.

I nodded, "Oh yeah, I've just been on my bed, so I wasn't using my legs for a while and they must've fell asleep."

Allison chuckled at me.

I clapped and said, "Drinks! Drinks are downstairs! Come on!" I had to get back to Derek.

We made it downstairs and into the kitchen. Just when I was going to announce that I was going upstairs, I paused as I saw Allison frowning at the clock on the stove.

I sighed. I'm such a good sister.

"Boys, huh?" I started.

She looked at me and sighed, "Boys. Why are they so confusing?"

"If I ever find out, I'll let you know." I said dropping myself into a chair. I was referring to what the hell just happened in my room.

"Same goes for me," She said. "I really like Scott, but he's hiding something from me. God, I feel like everyone is hiding something from me nowadays." With that, she threw her head onto the table.

I patted her hair and asked, "What do you mean? Who else?"

She sighed and answered, "Like my dad and aunt. They are always whispering things to each other and they're so secretive! I just don't know what's real or a lie anymore."

Suddenly her phone buzzed. She looked at it and said, "Speak of the devil. That's my aunt texting me. She wants to talk with me."

I shrugged. "Maybe she wants to tell you something that she's been hiding from you."

Allison frowned. "Yeah maybe."

I bopped her on the head and said, "Well, Debby Downer, go see what she wants. I'll tell Scott your aunt called and he'll understand. Don't frown so much, Al. You'll get wrinkles."

She smiled at me then hugged me. "Thanks Emily. I'll see you."

I nodded and waved to her. "I'll walk you out."

She shook her head and smiled. "No. Don't worry about it. I'll lock it myself. Goodnight Emily."

"If you're sure. Night Allison," I replied. "And don't give up on Scott. He means well, trust me." I felt I should help out a brother. Ah, do you see what I did there? He's my brother and they saying is to help a brother out. And that's thought vomit, I apologize.

She just smiled, somewhat sadly and walked downstairs. When I heard the door shut, I walked back into my room but it was empty. Derek was gone. And from the looks of it, he had been gone for a while. My window was closed shut and I slumped down onto my bed, more confused than ever.

First, Scott was out doing who-knows-what making Ally sad. Speaking of Ally, what exactly were her dad and aunt talking about? Well, I had a small feeling it was about the Alpha, but exactly what? Could they be trying to get Allison into hunting? Wow, this has been such a long day.

Correction: long CONFUSING day.

Confusing because Derek came here to do I-don't-know-what and we start making out on my bed! I should be ecstatic and I am, but I'm more confused than anything. All I told him was to say something and then boom, lips on lips. All I can say for sure is that he can talk, if you know what I mean. See I would elaborate more on that but I am just so freaking confused right now. What the hell is going on?!

Sighing, I mumbled, "Now I'm sure I really need that hair dye."

A/N: So this chapter was fairly easy to write, hence it being updated before two months had passed. You're all welcome. This chapter is all in one, no second part. I hope you all enjoyed the Derek and Emily scene. A reviewer made it clear to me that since I take forever to update that I should speed the relationship up a bit, so ta-da! If you want to thank someone, thank Kate. Which, now that I think about it, is sort of ironic. Allison's aunt who is also named Kate just attacked Sexy and is a huge antagonist! Oh, the irony of things! How fun! Well until next time!

JUST TO MAKE IT CLEAR: Derek was going to listen to Peter, but then just kind of let his emotions take over. I mean he's not stupid. He knows Emily cares for him and it's not just lust, so he followed the teachings of Nike (JUST DO IT). Also, him leaving was not only to go get Jackson, but to avoid from having to convince Emily and ignoring Peter. In other words, he felt bad. Just like how he helped Scott escape at the end of this episode. He is capable of compassion and he didn't want to hurt Emily, just like how he didn't want Scott to get taken by the hunters. That is all, thank you.

Insanely Sarcastic