So I actually did something with my summer. Woop-dee-doo. I apologize for the wait.

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The McCall Twin

Chapter Twenty – Formality Pt. 1

After I ordered hair dye online, I went downstairs to eat since my heartless mother had left me to starve.

Yes, I ordered it. Think I'm lazy? If you do then you're absolutely right, but don't judge me yet. It wasn't a brand that was sold in a lot of stores and I was not hunting. I'll leave that to Daddy Argent, thank you very much. So, I ordered it and it should come in seven business days.

I never understood why they said that, 'business days.' What if I have business on Saturday? Bitches thinking they can determine when business goes down. I think not. Moving on from this, I just have to remember to point all the evidence towards Scott, who by the way, hasn't come back home.

As the microwave beeped and indicated that my Hot Pocket was done, the front door opened. I froze only to relax when my mother's voice sounded through the house. I cocked (HA) my head to the side and wondered why she was home so earlier. Looks like he couldn't handle my mama.

Walking out of the kitchen, I began, "Mom, you're home already-" My voice suddenly broke as I looked at the guy who was standing in my doorway.

Mom smiled in greeting, but I could tell she was annoyed. "Yup, that thing that hangs around here too damn much hit us with his Jeep."

I could barely hear her because everything seemed to stop as I stared at my mom's date, Peter Hale. The motherfucking Alpha. He looked at me and smirked, waving condescendingly with his wolf claws.

My breath hitched as my hands turned into fists and stayed glued to my sides. Then he mouthed, 'Boo,' and I was snapped out of my trance when Mom's face blocked his.

"Emily," She said worryingly. "Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost. Were you watching Supernatural by yourself? I told you not to watch horror movies or anything supernatural related." Leave it to my mom to make me sound like a baby. Obviously, I was a toddler. Duh.

I replied breathlessly as I shook my head. "I wasn't- I- You guys-" I made a gesture (think Madonna's Vogue) at her for an explanation.

She narrowed her eyes. "Are you high? You're talking like a lunatic. I know that may seem like the cool thing to do these days, but it's not. Every heard of 'Hugs not Drugs'?"

"I'm not high," I said. "I was just-"

"I'm terribly sorry to interrupt," We both turned to look at Peter. "I sense some confusion. Perhaps I should introduce myself." He smiled at me as he walked closer. "Hi, I'm Peter. And you must be Melissa's…sister?"

Mom laughed loudly. "No, God, no. This is Emily, my daughter."

Peter smiled (FAKE) and said, "I apologize, but I still refuse to believe that you are the mother of two sixteen year olds. You are so young."

Ugh. Gag me.

But even I had to admit he was a charmer. Though I didn't like that he was putting the moves on my mom. Matter of fact, why is he out with my mom? Uh-uh pal, I see right through you! …Okay so I have no clue what he's doing, but it can't be good. He's the Alpha, the motherfucking Alpha.

"Oh," Mom replied breathlessly, her cheeks darker than usual. "Um, oh," She said as her cell phone began ringing. "It's my work. Let me take this real quick."

He smiled, waving. "Go ahead."

Mom smiled. "Excuse me, I'll be right back." With that, she walked away only to stop and whisper in my ear, "He might be a potential," before she disappeared. I grimaced at that.

"A potential, huh?"

I looked at him and frowned.

"Oh come on, aren't we passed that? Or are you still upset?" He asked with that same smug smile (ALLITERATION, MAN) on his lips. "I thought we could push all of this behind us and start off fresh. What do you say?"

I continued to stare at him and tried to control my shaking hands. Gathering all my courage, I questioned him, "What are you doing with my mom?"

He answered with a tsk. "I explained this to your brother as well. She's a beautiful woman. I've been a coma for six years. Do the math." Then he looked behind me. I turned my head to see what he was looking at, but that was a huge mistake on my part. As I turned back to face him, I gasped.

Peter was inches away from me.

I stepped back only to freeze when the cut on the back of my arm began burning. I choked as my entire arm felt like it was on fire.

Peter chuckled and patted my arm. "But you're smart enough to figure out that there's an ulterior motive."

I gasped again when I saw his transformed face. His eyes were glowing red and his fangs were showing along with his claws.

Suddenly, the pain stopped and I could breathe. His face went back to normal and he began to walk around leisurely. "See, I got to thinking. Scott isn't going to join willingly and I've already tried to force him. You remember how that turned out, don't you? Oh, of course you do. That's the night you got that pretty little cut." He patted my sore arm and I winced. "Anyways, so I thought maybe he needed persuasion."

I was confused until I heard Mom's voice coming from the kitchen as she talked on the phone.

My eyes widened and I said in realization, "Mom…"

He clapped at my answer, "Ding, ding, ding. But your little friend prevented that. I've got to say Scott knows what he's doing." Peter smiled dangerously. "But I'm always one step ahead."

I gulped as I stared at him.

"Sorry about that," Mom said as she walked in the room. "I'm also sorry about tonight. Maybe we can reschedule…?" I hated how hopeful she sounded.

Peter smiled, "Of course. I'll call you."

Mom smiled back and nodded. "Alright, well thank you again. See you around."

"Yes, I hope so," He took Mom's hand and kissed it. "Goodbye, Melissa." As he began to head to the door, he waved at me. "It was lovely to meet you, Emily."

I was not going to say anything because I'm too cool (shocked), but when mom's elbow connected to my side I got out, "Delighted." Even in the face of danger, I still manage to sound cool (scared as shit).

He smiled and waved before closing the door. I quickly moved and locked it. Why couldn't this be like a vampire thing, where you have to invite them in? It would be so much easier!

"So," Mom started, "What'd you think? He's nice, huh?"

Thinking back to when he somehow made my arm burn, I replied, "Yup, real nice."

Obviously, Mom is distracted by the opposite sex to realize how psycho he is and how much he really wants to destroy her kids' lives. Damn those Hales, they love themselves some McCall women.

All three of us. Did you see what I did there? Yes, I called Scott a girl.

And Emily strikes back!

-X-

"Call it again," Scott practically demanded for the hundredth time.

I groaned loudly, "Scott, seriously? You're bugging!"

"Come on, I know it's here!" He retorted as he searched for his misplaced phone that he lost.

Stiles, who was sitting on the computer chair, sighed, "It's not here."

Suddenly, Scott got up and stopped searching for his phone.

Then he turned to the both of us, "You guys are right. You're always right. Why do I even question your guys' rightness? You clearly are so right. It makes me cry at how right you both are," is what I wished he said.

Instead he continued his search and ignored us.

"So you lost your phone," Stiles said lifting his arms as if to say what's done is done. "Why don't you just get a new one?"

"I can't afford a new one," argued Scott from his position on the floor.

"That's not our problem, Mr. Irresponsible," I replied as I lied on his bed with my face in the mattress. I apologize if I'm being moody, but well I'm a confused teenage girl (the worst thing for a man to ever encounter, that or a scorned woman). And besides, my lovely brother of mine has yet to fill me in on why he took off so suddenly last night. All he said was that he woke up at the animal clinic. Yeah, so not a happy camper right now for the lack of details.

Scott groaned, whether it was at me or not finding his phone I didn't know. "And I can't do this alone. We have to find Derek."

Pushing my face more into the mattress, I tried to control my erratic heart and now burning face. Everything that happened last night came rushing back and I couldn't stop the tiny smile that made its way onto my face. Then I thought about what Scott had said when I confronted (blew a dog whistle until he talked) him and frowned.

Apparently, Derek had got him out of trouble with hunters (Told you he's good even though he's siding with the Alpha), but the thing is that Derek disappeared. Just like with me last night. Okay, I'm upset now. Where did that (SERIOUSLY HOT MAKE OUT SESSION WHICH PROBABLY WOULD'VE LEAD TO MORE, BUT THEN ALLY SHOWED UP) kiss come from? Don't get me wrong, I'm more than happy that it happened and I would like for it to happen more often, but what the hell? And then he goes and disappears! Apparently he was meeting up with Scott. I told you they love McCalls.

Sigh. I really need to talk to him. Ugh ew. I sound like one of those girls from TV shows who are so confused and frustrated with life and boys. When did I turn into some soap opera broad? I've got to get my shit together.

"Well A, you're not alone, you have me," Stiles said happily as if he was the best thing.

Propping myself on one elbow, I looked at Stiles and cleared my throat suggestively. He blatantly looked away in the other direction. I cleared my throat again more loudly. He smacked his lips and went to continue talking when a huge pillow hit his face. He was almost sent flying to the floor, partly from shock and just the fact that he was Stiles.

"Alright, Jesus!" Stiles shouted.

I sat crisscross applesauce and waved him off. "Please that's too formal. Call me Emily or 'oh great one'. I accept either or."

Stiles gave me deadpan look, "Hardy, har, har." He flipped me off before turning back to Scott. "As I was saying, you're not alone. You have me and that thing contaminating your bed." Another pillow, a dramatic duck, and another middle finger. "And B, didn't you say Derek walked into gunfire? He sounds pretty dead."

"You sound pretty dead," I retorted loudly, threatening to throw another pillow. I swear Scott had so many freaking pillows and it's not fair. He's not even here half the time! Yes, I'm still sore about not knowing where he was! Sorry, not sorry!

Stiles flinched at the pillow before retorting, "You're still worried about him? I thought you were angry at him for siding with the Alpha?"

"I am, but that doesn't mean I want him dead." I replied crossing my arms. "Besides, he can't be dead. He's Derek Hale. He does not die easily."

"Gunfire," Stiles repeated slowly, "He walked into gunfire. Unless he's walking around with a bunch of bullet holes, I doubt he's alive."

"You said the same thing that night at the gym."

"Yeah so?"

"He survived."

"…Oh yeah huh."

"Stupid."

"Shut up."

As Scott moved frantically around the room, he voiced his thoughts, "Stop arguing guys! Look, Argent's plan was to use him to get to the Alpha. They're not gonna kill him." They better not. I still have to talk to him. Teen drama.

Stiles had his mouth open for a bit before he finally got some words out. "Alright so just let them do what they're planning, you know? They use Derek to get Peter. Problem solved."

Raising an eyebrow, I went to mouth off Stiles when a pair of jeans hit my face. "Hey! You're hitting me with denim – I don't like it!"

Stiles smirked and I proceeded in throwing the jeans at him. Okay, so I wasn't really aiming for him. I was aiming for the wall because that's where they landed. I have great aim, okay! I knew where I was aiming!

"You have horrible aim," Stiles said as he shook his head.

"I don't play sports!"

"Guys, focus on the problem! I can't let them! Not if Peter's going after Allison to find Derek!" Scott shouted as he came out from his closet (ha-ha!) still empty-handed. "I can't protect her on my own, which means we need to find Derek first. J-Just help me."

Stiles and I both sighed at Scott, but relented.

Stiles spoke, "You know you probably lost it when you two were fighting." Stiles seems to be heading in the right direction. "You remember that? When he was trying to kill you after you interrupted him trying to kill Jackson? Are you starting to see a pattern of violent behavior here?" And he just switched lanes.

"He wasn't trying to kill Scott!" I shouted and rolled my eyes. "Besides, Jackson is a douchebag. Who doesn't want to kill him? And what about your pattern of idiotic behavior? We still put up with you!"

Stiles turned to me. "Derek is the bad guy, Emily! He's with Peter. You and I both saw that, so why do you think he wouldn't try to kill Scott or Jackson? He's not a good guy. He's bad and really scary. We shouldn't be looking for him; we should avoid him at all costs."

I narrowed my eyes at him, but said nothing.

After a moment of silence, Scott spoke up, "He wasn't going to kill anyone," I smirked at Stiles as he made an 'are-you-serious' face. "And I'm not letting him die."

"Can you at least think about letting him die? For me?" Stiles asked before he got hit with a pillow.

"No!" I yelled as I stood up from the bed and made my way towards Scott. "Twin has spoken. Derek's not dying, so there Stilinski." Then I stuck my tongue out at him.

Though Scott didn't have anything to say as he stopped what he was doing and froze. I furrowed my eyebrows and looked towards Stiles, who shrugged. I only sighed because it seemed my twin was getting weirder by the day.

"What?" Stiles asked in a tone that easily sounded like 'what else could possibly go wrong now?'

"Our mom just got home from work," answered Scott, still not moving. Then he stopped talking and stood there listening to whatever Mom was doing.

Oh and just letting you know, I told Scott about who was Mom's date. He acted strange after like he already knew that Peter was her date. Maybe this is a part of the lack of details as well. I know I'm kind of in the middle of all of this, but I can't help but feel that there is a lot of things I don't know and I really don't like it.

And that caused me to say, "Well, we don't all have super-werewolf hearing. Do you think you could let us in on what you're hearing, Scooby? Thanks." Was that too bitchy? Thanks, I thought so too.

"Is she okay?" Stiles asked after Scott didn't say anything.

It was actually worrying me now. "Spit it out, twin."

Silently and sadly, Scott shook his head.

I froze at his answer and Stiles looked at me before he spoke up, "What's she doing?"

For a second, Scott didn't say anything but then he replied sullenly, "Crying."

That one word broke my heart and I almost started crying. You have to realize that my mom is tough. She doesn't let anything bother her, so when she cries it's a big deal. She hasn't really cried since her and my dad split up. And even at that, she was still tough. Now, the way Scott's face fell, I knew she was really taking this hard.

As if we shared the same mind, we both forlornly sat down on the bed.

Stiles let out a sigh and said, "Scott, you can't protect everyone."

Scott looked at Stiles and said in determination, "I have to."

"But remember, no one is expecting you to," I added as I looked at my twin with a smile.

He didn't smile back, but he did put his hand towards me. I immediately entwined my fingers with his and we squeezed each other's hand twice before releasing the grasp. Our palms were flat against one another until we high-fived each other once. Then we shook our pinkies and nodded.

It was something we did when we were little. We both made it up after I cried when Mom and Dad were arguing. It was to make us feel better. We haven't done it in a while, but we didn't forget it. It was a bit of a moment until Stiles had to open his mouth.

"How come we don't have a handshake, Scott?"

There it is - Pattern. Of. Idiotic. Behavior.

-X-

"Mm, sweetheart, I really don't want to torture you," Kate said as if it actually bugged her.

The sound of the door opening caused Kate to turn around and smile at the man who walked in. With a bright smile, she said, "But he does."

The man walked in closer and Kate went to walk out when something vibrated. She turned to where she left Derek's phone and raised an eyebrow. As she began making her way towards the table, she said to Derek, "Oh, maybe that's your family. Oh wait, you don't have any."

Derek growled at her and moved forward as if to hurt her.

"Let's see who's texting you." Opening the text, she read it and smiled. Her smile was not lovely one bit; it was vindictive and devious. "Well, well, what do we have here?" She grinned darkly as she moved towards Derek and waggled his phone in her hand. "Seems like you're being missed by an Emily McCall."

Derek tightened his jaw.

Kate pretended to think as she tapped her finger against her head. "That wouldn't happen to be Scott's sister, would it? How many McCalls are there again?" She smiled up at him.

He wasn't amused, but that didn't stop her. She continued with a smile, "But enough with the hold up. I bet you can't wait to hear what the message is. So here it is: 'Derek, are you okay? Please text back as soon as you can. We need you.'"

Kate patted his cheek condescendingly and quickly moved her hand as he snapped at her. "Aw, it's real cute. They need you. For what, Derek?" He only glared at her. "Okay, we'll skip that. Let's talk about the fact how she started the message with her concern for you."

She smiled before she walked around and said in a fake sweet, concerned voice, "Derek, are you okay? Please text back. I need you." She dropped the act and smiled cruelly at him, "You do realize that's what she meant to say, right? I mean if this is the same Emily McCall I've heard so much about then that should be a cleaner version of what she meant. Right?"

Derek said nothing only stared at her with disdain and hatred.

"I'm right, aren't I?" She asked with her cruel smile present.

When he failed to say anything, she sighed, "Well, I guess I'll just have to hear it from the horse's mouth. That is if the horsey survives that long." Derek's eyes widened the tiniest when he caught her threat.

She put the phone down and began to walk out of the room. With a wicked smile, she turned back around to face him and said sweetly, "Don't worry, I'll tell Emily you send your love."

He growled at her and fought against his restraints. All the while, Kate laughed and waved mockingly at him before closing the door. The man, who looked amused at everything that had just happened, cracked his knuckles.

Kate walked down the passage and smiled maliciously, "I guess being detective isn't so bad."

-X-

The next day at school, I waited by the boys' locker rooms. I seem to be spending most of my time here. Anyways, Scott and Stiles were both going to convince Jackson to take Allison to the dance because apparently Scott's not doing too well with his grades. I told him to take up my method, but no! He's too cool! NOT.

I guess Scott would rather have Jackson with her than her by herself. I see where he's going, but really? Douche-son? That's nice, huh? Jackson and douchebag combined. I just made that up on the spot! I is smart!

But that explains why I'm standing here juggling my one water bottle. Yup.

Sigh. I'm sorry I'm not my usual sassy, fun-loving self. It's just the whole Derek thing is really getting to me. I mean not just the (HOT MAKEOUT SESSION) kiss, but the whole fact that he's disappeared off the face of the planet again. I tried texting him earlier, but no response. Now before you get all anxious on what I sent, don't. I texted him for two reasons and neither reason concerned that little (GIGANTIC, HUMONGOUS MAKEOUT SESSION) kiss.

One was to get Scott off my back because he was bugging me to text since he lost his phone. And two, I was actually starting to worry. It's one thing to act like something never happened, but to disappear without a word? Especially after what happened… I am not a bad kisser, man! I'm amazing, I'm-

"E-Emily?"

Freezing, I slowly moved to see who was behind me. It was a guy. I didn't recognize him and it didn't help that he wasn't really looking at me. He was kind of avoiding my gaze and just staring at the ground.

I looked at the ground and narrowed my eyes. Ah, we meet again.

I suddenly broke my stare as the guy cleared his throat. Moving my stare to him, he said softly, "You probably don't know who I am, but…" As he trailed off, he looked at me with nervous, blue eyes.

Wait.

…

Hold the fuck up.

…

Blue eyes.

…

…

…

Holy shit! La Blue Eyes!

"Ah!" I dropped my bottled water and screamed as I recognized him. He jumped back in shock. "I know you!"

He blinked and asked, "You do?"

"Yes!" I shouted with a giant grin. "I know exactly who you are!"

He jumped at my loud voice, but he gave a small smile that was filled with hope.

"You're La Blue Eyes!"

He face fell considerably.

"You're that guy who saved me from almost getting by a car! I knew I would find you eventually!" I smiled at him and couldn't stop bouncing with excitement. "You ran off before I could thank you." I took a deep breath and said, "Thank you."

He looked bewildered and replied almost cautiously, "You're welcome."

"It's so great to finally meet who saved me!" I paused. "What's your name?"

He sighed and mumbled quietly, but I still caught it, "…knew she wouldn't know me…"

"Don't feel bad," I said gesturing to my head. "I don't remember anyone's names. They go in one ear and out the other, you feel me?"

"I-I feel you," He replied with a stutter. Clearing his throat again, he looked at me with those blue eyes and said, "I'm Isaac Lahey."

I nodded and repeated in a robotic voice, "Isaac Lahey."

He looked confused.

I waved at him and said, "Sorry about that. But I found out that when I say a name with a robotic voice, I remember them. Kind of like House Bunny and her Batman growl."

He chuckled at me.

"So you're on the lacrosse team?" I asked as I picked up my water.

Isaac looked shocked. "H-How'd you know?"

I smiled and pointed to his bag and stick. His mouth fell open, but he quickly closed it and muttered, "Stupid," to himself. I grinned then remembered that he originally came here looking for me.

"So," I started. "You were obviously looking for me because the last time I tried to find you, you ran away." I finished with the famous Mom look.

He chuckled nervously and said, "About that…"

I waved it off, "Eh, don't worry about it. But seriously, what's up?"

He suddenly looked even more nervous than before.

I raised an eyebrow at this. Was I that scary? Yes! Now everyone will bow down to me! Everyone shall love (fear) and obey the great and powerful Emily! Oz who?

"I know you literally just met me for real this time. And I know it's kind of last minute. And somebody could've already asked you. Or maybe you wanted to ask somebody? I'm all for girls taking charge." He stopped at his words and he looked shocked. "N-Not that way!" He took a deep breath. "You don't have to say yes if you don't want to. I'll understand-"

By now, my eyebrows had met my hairline. He was really getting worked up over something. I put my hands out as if to calm him down and shouted, "Isaac!"

Once he stopped and looked at me, I said, "Just say it."

He nodded and took another deep breath before opening his mouth.

"Will you go to the dance with me?"

At that moment, I just so happened to be taking a drink of water. No, I didn't spit it out all dramatically. That's just to cliché for me. No, what I did was better. I choked and almost died. Yeah, so much better than just spitting.

Isaac looked terrified, but started patting me on the back until I made an 'ok' sign with my hand. He stopped, but continued to look at me carefully. "Are you alright?"

"I'm good," I answered almost inaudibly. "Thanks."

He nodded and looked at me expectantly.

I blinked. Why was he looking at me like that?

Sighing dejectedly, he shook his head, "It's fine if you don't want to go. I understand, really." Then he mumbled so slow that I completely missed him say, "Like I'd ever have a chance with her."

"What?" I mumbled then it hit me. "Oh! The dance!"

He's asking me to the dance? I was gonna go to the dance whether I had a date or not. Usually I go with twin and Stiles, but since twin can't go and Stiles is asking Lydia (let's see how that works out). But if Derek happened to show up, NO! No Derek, confused thoughts. No Alpha. No supernatural shit. For once, I'm going to be a normal motherfucking teenager.

He was already shaking his head. "It's okay. You don't have to-"

With determination, I practically declared, "I'd love to."

"I understand," He replied solemnly before he took in my words. Looking at me with wide eyes, he asked, "Really? You want to go?"

I nodded, "Yup. It'll be fun."

He opened and closed his mouth (like a fishy) before his face broke out in huge smile. Now that he was smiling properly, I noticed that he looked really nice when he smiled. He was kind of cute.

"G-Good," He smiled. "Thank you!"

"You're thanking me for saying yes?" I asked, tilting my head to the side.

He nodded and answered, "I really thought you were going to say no."

I furrowed my eyebrows and asked with a slight chuckle, "Do I come off bitchy?" Shut up, all of you.

"No, but you're Emily McCall," He said as if that explained everything. Well, it did. But what?

"And you're Isaac," I retorted. "What are you getting at?"

He nodded, "Exactly, I'm Isaac." At my confused face, he continued, "You're Emily. Everyone knows you. You talk to Lydia Martin and Jackson Whittemore. No one knows me. I hang out with Doug Walker."

I went to speak, but paused then asked, "Who?"

He nodded, "Exactly."

I could only shrug.

Isaac shook his head and smiled (his smile was really nice).

I smiled back at him and kind of just stared at his smile. Until I noticed what I was doing. Shaking my head, I said, "Cool, so what color is your tie? Or bowtie? Or bolo tie? I don't discriminate against ties."

"Um…blue," He answered.

Nice choice, La Blue Eyes-aac. Hah, see what I did there? I'm so cool.

My eyes floated to blue ones and I gave him thumbs up. "Great! Now I know what color dress to get." Then something hit me. "Crap! I need to go shopping! Damn it! Alright, I'll see you later! I've got to find Lydia and Allison! Bye!" With that, I ran off in search for Ally.

Isaac was shocked at the turn of events, but he managed to wave and say, "Bye."

He was going to the dance with Emily McCall.

He grinned boyishly until he heard the locker room door open. Turning to see who had come out, he watched bemused as Jackson practically ran out of the room without a glance to him. Isaac turned back to the door when it opened again. This time Stiles and Scott McCall came out.

They saw him and said, "Hey."

He raised an eyebrow and replied, "Hey. What happened with Jackson?"

"Well, do you wanna find out?" Stiles said rolling up his sleeves and giving him a look.

Just as Isaac was going to protest, Scott hit his best friend hard. Stiles, being the ever dramatic person he is, almost tripped and shouted loudly, "Ouch!"

Scott ignored him and turned to Isaac. "Have you seen Emily McCall?"

"Oh, I'm just fine! Don't worry about me, Scott!"

In the back of his head, he wondered if Scott would hurt him if he found out that he was taking his younger twin sister to the dance. He replayed what just happened with Scott and his best friend.

Yeah, he just wouldn't tell him.

"Uh, yeah, she went to look for Allison and Lydia," Isaac answered quickly.

Scott nodded, "Thanks man." Then he looked at him again and noticed the uneasy expression on his face. "You okay?"

Isaac nodded hurriedly. "F-Fine, I've got to go." With that said, he took off to avoid the wrath of Scott McCall.

Scott looked at Stiles in question. "What was his problem?"

"Maybe he sees the error of your ways when you hit me," Stiles accused with squinted eyes. "Not everyone thinks violent behavior is normal, you know."

Scott only ignored him. "Why did Emily take off? I told her to wait."

"Maybe she heard about the error of your- OW!"

"Come on, let's go find Emily," Scott said as he started walking off.

Stiles looked at him with disbelief (you know the look – where his mouth is opened slightly and he's squinting, kind of like he's relieving himself) and then whimpered, "I'm starting to feel like his bitch." With that, he followed his dominate best friend like the submissive friend he was. All the way, he was muttering, "It's only because he's a werewolf. It's only because he's a werewolf."

On the other side of the school, I stopped running when a thought occurred to me, "Hold on, wasn't I supposed to wait for someone?" My eyes looked towards the ceiling before dropping and shrugging, "Oh well! Got to find Ally and Lydia and then we're gonna go shopping!"

White Chicks, bitch.

-X-

As I jumped onto the escalator, I listened to Allison talk.

"Nothing's wrong," She answered Lydia's question. "I just, ugh, I got a lot on my mind."

"You can smile at least," Lydia replied. "Ever here the saying, 'Never frown, someone can be falling in love with your smile." Then she turned to Allison and said, "Smile, Allison. I'm buying you a dress. Look, Emily's smiling and I'm not buying her anything."

My smile fell. "Thanks for reminding me how I'm spending my money on a dress that I will most likely wear only once."

Lydia smiled, "You're welcome."

I sighed.

Allison chuckled at us and replied to Lydia's earlier comment. "I have to admit as far as apologies go, that's more than I expected."

"Excellent," She said.

"But not as much as I'm going to ask," Allison remarked.

Lydia was confused. "What? What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means you're going to cancel on whatever dumb, roided-up jock you said yes to and you're going to go with somebody else." Allison stated simply.

I smiled and when she caught my eye, I winked at her. I knew exactly where she was going with this. She returned the smile and tapped her nose.

"Who?" Lydia questioned.

Allison and I grinned at each other before looking at who we both had in mind for her to go with. Lydia followed our gazes as Ally answered, "Him."

That 'him' was in fact Mr. Stiles Stilinski. Lydia caught him at his finest. He was holding a bottle of perfume and he sprayed it on himself accidently. The spray was so strong that it caused him to sneeze loudly in that Stiles way he has.

"Quite the charmer, isn't he?" I said, happy to get back at her for not buying me anything.

Allison began mimic her, "Oh, don't frown, Lydia. Someone can be falling in love with your smile."

Lydia looked at us both with annoyance.

We only smiled sweetly at her before all three of us turned back to Stiles. He noticed us (LYDIA) watching and he smiled awkwardly and waved with three fingers.

And that was all she wrote.

For the rest of the time being, Stiles held all the clothes Lydia wanted to try on and there was a lot.

"Oh okay, so are you just gonna try these on right now?" Stiles asked as Lydia began to move. "All of them?" He was at a loss for words, but followed her. "Is this a 24-hour Macy's?"

I put my hand to my heart and sighed, "Ah, young love."

Allison and I separated quickly. I went in search for blue dresses. I found several, but they weren't doing it for me. They didn't scream 'How you bluing?' They only whispered, 'I'm so blue because I'm not what Emily wanted. What will I do with my life? My life is over.' Okay, should have said no the Frappuccino, but it was free!

I walked around a bit more before I found two dresses that screamed 'How you bluing?' I moved to them and grabbed both them while I sang hallelujah. One of these will be mine. They were both dark blue, so that's what made it so hard to choose.

So I wasn't going to! I was going to have Ally choose and if I end up hating it, I'll blame her. Mwahaha, but then I would feel bad for being mean to Ally. Sigh. I'll just have her choose and like it regardless. I mean it's Allison, you can't be mean to her. It's like against the rules.

Skipping to where I left her, I sang out, "Oh Allison! I need your assistance!" I grinned when I saw her but froze at the expression on her face and the man standing in front of her. I sucked in a breath and gulped.

Why was he here? I swear he's everywhere. You know who I'm talking about. Come on. Say it with me – The motherfucking Alpha.

Trying to Allison calm, I started, "Oh hey, everything alright?"

"Y-Yeah," She said, but her eyes were slightly worried.

"We should go try on the dresses-" I stopped talking when Peter made his way to me and said, "Very good color. It fits your skin color perfectly."

I stared at him in astonishment.

"Ooh, they are both lovely dresses, but which one to choose?" He sighed and took both dresses from me. "Phew, I see your dilemma."

I didn't say anything neither did Allison.

"Do you mind?" He asked but didn't bother to see if I really did mind as he held both dresses up to me. As he switched from each dress, he asked Ally, "What do you think?"

"U-Uh, they're both really nice," She answered shakily.

"Yes, they are," He replied with a nod. He looked at me right in the eyes since I first showed up. I had to stop myself from flinching at his gaze. "You see the strapless is nice, but with a dress like this you would want your hair down and that would take away from the dress. Not to mention, how annoying would it be if you had your hair down while you danced." He placed it on a random hook.

"But with this one," He brought the second dress to my front and continued, "This would work better if you had your hair in a nice, simple up-do. It's a bonus that your hair won't bother you at all. Plus, this shows off your shoulders and neck." He smiled and handed me the dress.

Before any of us could say anything, the store's speaker sounded throughout the store.

"Attention shoppers, to the owner of a blue Mazda-"

Allison mumbled questioningly, "Did she just say blue Mazda?"

"-license plate 5768. Your car is being towed."

Once Allison realized it was indeed her car, she he put the dresses on hooks. She ran off and pulled me along with here as she said, "Oh, that's my car!"

As we ran out of the store, I turned back only to see Scott standing there. He nodded at me and I returned the gesture. Scott had set this up to get us away from Peter. Seriously, I could give him a treat right now. Lowering my voice, I cooed, "Who's a good boy?"

He heard with his wolfy powers and rolled his eyes.

I swear those puns will never get old.

A/N: I'm back. I know you all hate me. I'm really sorry for the wait. I hope this chapter makes up for it. There's no sexy scenes or that much Derek for that matter, but I hope you enjoyed. So to those whoever thought La Blue Eyes was Isaac, imaginary cookies to you all. Unless you don't like cookies, then feel free to imagine something else. Yes, yes, La Blue Eyes-aac is revealed! I am really proud of that pun. I came with it on the spot and I don't want to toot my own horn, but - TOOT TOOT, MOTHERFUCKER. And I'm done. I apologize. It's late. I'm tired. Blah. Let me know what you thought!

***There will be a link on my profile of Emily's dress because I suck at describing***

THANK YOU TO ALL MY FAITHFUL SEXY BITCHES: This is for all the readers, reviewers, favorite-rs, and alert-ers who stick with my slow ass for this story. I love you all. Emily loves you all. Bam. Your life is complete. Once again, I apologize for the sassiness. Please don't take any offense this. I seriously love you all! Almost 900 reviews? You're all fucking amazing. Sorry for all the cursing. But I fucking like it. Until fucking next time.

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