About time, huh?

**So I got this review saying that Emily was very similar to the main character of The Vampire Diaries story called Amelia Gilbert by Liv Hardy. I just wanted to clear it up. Yes, I was inspired by Amelia to create Emily, but I never intended nor have I tried to copy it. I do not read her story and try to base Emily off of Amelia. I'm sorry if I led you to believe that I did. I am a fan of the story and I would never think to copy it. So I am very sorry if I misled you.**

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The McCall Twin

Chapter Twenty-One – Formality Pt. 2

I glared at my reflection in the mirror.

I bought this stupid dress because what Peter said was true. Yes, even though he was a major dick, he had fashion sense. But the one thing I couldn't get done was my freaking hair. It would not stay up if my life depended on it and it was pissing me off.

"Listen, you piece of shit, you are going to go up nicely, so we can go party and try to act like a normal teenager. Alright, this is not the time to get bitchy. Just stay up and we'll have no trouble." Yes, I was talking to my hair. What? You don't?

I tried lifting it and clipping it up, but of course, it fell down. And me, well I practically exploded.

"Ugh, you little f-"

"I'd really choose your next words carefully," Mom said as she suddenly appeared in my doorway.

Making a pout, I whined, "Mom! It just- ugh- mph," With that said, I dropped my hair and it all kindly decided to fall straight in my face. From underneath my mane, I got out, "Help."

Mom chuckled. "Alright, alright, I'll help. Jesus, you and your brother really are the same."

I gasped and sat down so she could do my hair. "This is not the time to insult me! I have feelings, you know."

She bopped me on the head and said, "Hey now, be nice to your brother. And here, hold this piece for a second," She handed me a piece and began her magic. "Okay, now let me see it." She was quiet for a second before she questioned, "So who's this boy you're going with?"

Real smooth, Mom. It was only a matter of time. I'm actually surprised she managed to last this long.

I looked at her through my mirror and answered, "His name is Isaac."

"Isaac, huh?" She mused. "Well don't hold back, is he hot?"

"Mom!" Seriously, it was no mistake that we were related. Scott now…

"Don't play that," She scolded playfully. "I know you better than that to act like you're really shocked at my words. You've probably thought worse."

I grinned widely. "You caught me and yeah he kind of is."

Raising an eyebrow, she repeated, "Kind of?"

I shrugged. "He has a really nice smile and pretty blue eyes."

"Ooh, blue eyes, nice smile," Mom considered. "Sounds dreamy."

I only smiled and winked at her.

Mom asked, "Is this the same guy that you told me about before?"

My smile quickly fell as I thought of sexy, green-eyed Derek. Scratch that, the missing sexy, green-eyed Derek. The one who kissed me and then took off. The one who hadn't replied to my message. The one that hadn't replied to anyone. Where was he exactly?

Mom saw my face through the mirror and said, "Well don't I feel like a female dog."

I chuckled at her and coughed at her abruptness. I threw a smile at her and she smiled back softly. Then as she fixed the tiny strands of hair that were loose, she spoke, "This guy… Were you serious about him?"

I let out a sigh and shrugged before answering, "I…like him a lot. I don't know if it was as serious as Scott and Allison, but I really like him. Most people think he's not a good guy and, well, he's not exactly the nicest to everyone. But he's had a hard life. His family passed away, so he has no one. He doesn't have any friends and I guess I just wanted to be one."

Mom grimaced, "Sounds like you're still pretty serious about him."

"How do you figure?" I asked glancing at her.

"Because I asked you in past tense and you answered in present tense. Sweetie, it almost seems as if you want to be more than friends, but something is in the way." She finished and reached for the bobby pins. "What's in the way exactly, Emily?"

Something in the way… well other than hunters, werewolves, and Alphas. Please do note the tone. It's Derek…and the way he is…he's just so…

I looked down and answered, "I never thought I would be one of those teenagers saying this, but why is it so complicated?"

Why is he so complicated? He doesn't show any interest in me even though I clearly make it obvious of my interest in him. He insults me and I practically worship the ground he walks on. He never acknowledged my feelings for him. He would always brush me off and I never minded because that's how it was with us.

Then, out of the blue, he shows up at my house and kisses me. A total 180. He threw me way off track because he initiated whatever that was between us. I was always the initiator not the other way around. It confused me so much I thought I was in math class. Sigh, I can't even enjoy that hilarious joke. Sigh.

But despite all of this, I know deep, deep, deep, deep down he cares. He cares for Scott. He cares for his uncle despite what he has done (he's the only family he has left). He sort of- maybe- not really- cares for Stiles (just DEEP, DEEP DOWN- DEEP TIMES INFINITY). And he might just care the tiniest bit for me and that's all I need to know. So there was no question to it, I would always stay on his side.

Mom turned me around as she knelt down in front of me and replied, "Who are you and what the hell have you done with my daughter?"

What? Were you expecting a sweet, heartfelt comment? Come on! This is my mama we're talking about. She can only get so sappy before she snaps. If you ask me, the real sap in this family is the princess in the other room. Seriously, he is so angst-y that it practically rolls right off of him and it's only a matter of time before it consumes me. Ugh, shudder. I mean it already has (did you not see this whole conversation- FILLED TO THE RIM WITH ANGST AHH).

I laughed at her as she patted my cheek. "Girl, what you need to do is forget about everything and go have a good time at the dance. Don't stress. You're way too young. Go have fun."

I put thumbs up and replied with a sly grin, "Forget and have a good time, huh?"

And whatever tone was set there was destroyed.

She smacked my arm and scolded, "You better not forget that I'll be angry as hell if you make me a grandma. Don't laugh. I'm not messing around, Emily McCall. Seriously, I'll kick your ass. Actually don't forget anything. And don't have fun. I know what happens when teenagers 'have fun'. And according to me, you are not about that life. Do you think this is funny? I'll show you funny. Watch me pull these bobby pins out. Ah ha yeah, not so funny now, is it smart ass?"

I only grinned at her and said, "Thanks Mom."

She rolled her eyes and replied, "Yeah, yeah you're welcome. Brat." Then she turned me around and presented her finished product. My mane was no longer in my face. It was now out of my face in a nice up do. All of my baby hairs were held by several bobby pins. Mama knew what she was doing, yup.

I smiled at her through the mirror and replied, "I'm styling now. Thanks girl."

She smiled then said in an exasperated tone, "Now go! Get out of here. You and Scott should be running to the door. Get!" Then she raised her voice and said, "You hear that, Scott?"

He walked in with the Mom look and nodded. "Why are you kicking us out?"

She pushed me towards him and grabbed my bag, "Because I'm the mother and I couldn't wait until you were eighteen." We both gave her 'Mom' looks and she continued, "Look, I just wanted you guys to go and have fun, enjoy being a teenager." We glanced at each other then back at her. She rolled her eyes and relented, "Alright fine, Supernatural marathon in five. I don't have time to raise kids right now. Sorry not sorry."

Scott and I nodded. Now that made sense.

"Oh don't nod simultaneously, you freaky twins," She smiled as we all walked downstairs.

"But we're your twins," Scott argued.

I agreed with a nod. "So technically, you're a freak too. Freak."

She did her look and said with that tone that every mom has, "Excuse me?"

Scott and I looked at each other before agreeing (I know, we're agreeing. Apocalyptic, anyone?), "You're a freak."

That's when she began hitting us to the door conveniently whilst talking, "You -hit- both -hit- are the -hit- freaks -hit- why are -hit- you -hit- still here -hit- go on -hit- get!"

I had to applaud her. She had hit us all the way out the door. I have no idea how. I mean Mom is little and Scott's not exactly tiny. I'm sorry what? Are you questioning my weight? My weight is average, thank you very much. Scott's the fatty, geez.

With a smile, she waved, "Be safe," A glare directed at both of us, but it rested mostly on me, "In all ways. Love you, bye!" Then the door shut in our face.

I huffed, "Well." Then I stuck my arm out to Scott.

Obviously twin had no idea what I was doing as he smartly said, "Huh?"

With an eye roll, I remarked sarcastically, "God, I have to do everything." I grabbed his arm and I put mine through it. At his (of course) confused face, I replied, "You're escorting me to the dance then we part ways, brother dearest. Now onwards, trustee steed!"

As we began to walk, he turned to me with a look and asked, "Do I look like a horse?"

"No," I shook my head then replied innocently, "You look like an ass to me."

He looked offended as he raised his free arm in peace. "Whoa hey… wait…"

I nodded encouragingly. "Come on, you got it. Think twin."

"You just called me a jackass," He deadpanned.

In my best Shrek voice, I shouted, "Donkey!"

Scott shook his head and sighed loudly, "Mom's right. You're a freak."

"Says the werewolf," I retorted.

"Okay, okay," He relented. "We're both freaks."

Super freak, super freak! We're super freaky, yow!

Just getting ready to get my groove on, you already know.

-X-

Looking at Scott try to be discreet by the bleachers, I tiptoed over to him and said, "Yeah because no one can see you there, twin."

"Shut up," He replied without looking at me.

I patted his arm. "You worry too much. Allison's good. You should be more concerned with Finstock not finding you."

"I know," He said then he sighed and repeated softly, "I know." He turned to face me and asked, "So I thought you said you had a date."

I nodded, "I do."

Scott did a quick scan for Finstock before facing me once more. "So where is he? Or who is he? You never told me and Stiles said he knew nothing about it either."

Isaac hadn't been here when I showed up. Turns out, I forgot an important detail for tonight. No, no, I remembered underwear. I just might have forgotten to ask Isaac how we were supposed to meet up. Stiles drove Lydia. Jackson drove Allison. My brother and I walked. Isaac is MIA. Do you see where I am getting at?

Just in case you're slow like my twin (thought I sincerely doubt that anyone could be as slow as Scott), I'll say it. Isaac and I never confirmed if he was picking me up or we were just meeting at the dance. All he did was ask me, I said yes, and then I ran off in search for a dress. Don't give me that look. I'm forgetful, you should know this. But hey, I remembered to wear a bra and underwear! Shouldn't that be enough?

Granted, I can't recall what color they are… Regardless!

"It was kind of last minute," I said with a slight shrug. "His name is Isaac Lahey."

Scott blinked once then again and one more time. "Isaac? Really?"

Squinting my eyes, I poked his arm, "What's wrong with him?"

"Nothing," He shook his head. "Nothing's wrong with him. He's just always quiet. I didn't think you would ask him."

"I didn't ask him," I corrected.

"He asked you?" Scott questioned incredulously.

I gave him an 'are you serious' look. "No, he had his great grandfather do it. It was real touching especially when his dentures fell out. Yes, he asked me, twin!"

Scott gave me the stink eye and reasoned, "He's just really quiet. I didn't think he had it in him to ask anyone, let alone you."

Insert Mom look. "Whoa, what does that mean?"

Scott said with a blank face. "Em, you know you are kind of intimidating and intense when it comes to other people. Stiles and I are used to you, but not everyone else is."

Intimidating? Intense?

Twin saw my black expression and retracted, "Not that there is anything wrong with that. You're just a little overbearing, but it's what makes you- uh well, you-"

I gushed at him. "Oh twin, that's probably the nicest thing you've said to me!"

Come on guys, that's what bad asses are described as! Scott just complimented me and my bad assery! Isn't he so kind? See? This is the sap in him. I think he's part tree. Hah, do you get it? I'm a comedic genius, I swear.

"McCall! Are you here? I heard someone say twin and I only know one person who says twin!" Finstock's voice sounded loudly.

Our eyes widened in unison before Scott ran away. Though right before he left, he got out, "I'll meet up with you later."

I turned to face Finstock as he approached me. I grinned at him and swayed from side to side, "Hey Finstock, you going to break it down tonight or what?"

"Female McCall," He said as he looked at me suspiciously. "Where's McCall?"

Now he didn't specify which McCall. For all I know, he could have been talking about Mom. So technically speaking, this is not a lie. Oh, how I love to fool the system.

"At home," I replied while I broke it down to the music. "So are you going to save me a dance?"

Finstock looked at me incredulously, "No!" He sighed and looked at me with narrowed eyes. "I know he's here and when I find him he's going to be in so much trouble. He'll be doing laps and drills for weeks until his legs fall off."

I just blinked. "So how about that dance?"

Finstock glared at me and opened his mouth when another voice stopped him.

"Emily?"

We both looked and saw Isaac standing there. His suit looked worn, but it didn't matter. I mean you should've seen what Mom had to do to Scott's ripped jacket and pants. I wouldn't have bought a dress either, but I had some spare cash from helping out at the animal clinic and the dress was only fifteen. To be honest, I didn't care if Isaac wore a suit or not. All I cared was that his tie was dark blue just like my dress. And it was.

"Isaac"

"Lahey"

Finstock's and my voice collided as we spoke at the same time. Mine was cheerful and his was confused.

Isaac looked at Finstock uncertainly, "Coach?"

"What are you doing here?" Finstock asked and I restrained myself from face palming. He's even worse than Scott. Come on, Finstock, we're at a dance. He obviously came here for fried chicken.

…That was weird. Chicken? I must be hungry.

"I-I am h-here for E-Emily," Isaac answered with his cheeks darkened.

Finstock raised his eyebrows and questioned, "Female McCall, why?"

Oh. My. Why? Why am I surrounded by people who are so freaking slow?! Why?!

"Because he's my date," I answered somewhat snappishly. Can you really blame me?

Then he looked from me to Isaac. From Isaac to me. And then he repeated this several more times before I couldn't take it anymore. Why couldn't anyone get it through their head? I am approachable, you know!

"Oh, is that someone spiking the punch?" I said looking towards the refreshments.

That woke him up. He spun around and began to shout at whoever just happened to be standing by the punch bowl. I sighed in relief as he walked away from us. Then I faced Isaac and began to speak, "Hey, so glad you came here. We forgot to say where we were meeting."

He rubbed the back of his head and said, "Yeah, s-sorry."

I waved him off. "Eh, really, don't worry about it. We're both here right?"

"R-Right," He agreed with a nod before gulping nervously. "Um, do y-you want some p-punch?"

I gave him a look before gesturing to where Finstock was guarding the punch and testing to make sure it wasn't spiked. "Are you sure you want to get punch?"

He followed my gesture and quickly shook his head. "I g-guess not."

I nodded, "Right." Then I grinned as a new song played. "Let's dance."

He looked shocked. "W-What?"

"We're at a dance, Isaac," I said slowly. "People dance at dances and let me tell you, I love to dance. I'm not necessarily good, but once I'm on the floor you cannot get me off." I grinned and put my hand out for him to take. "But it'd be depressing without my date."

He blinked before a wide grin took over his entire face. He put his hand in mine and said, "Okay, let's go dance."

I grinned and let out a, "Woot woot!" Shoot, you would have thought it was hump day.

It didn't even occur to me that Isaac actually hadn't stuttered and he didn't for the rest of the time we were dancing. But of course when I get funky on the dance floor, I put all my mind and soul into it. If there's music playing, I'm swaying. That was nice, huh? A regular Dr. Seuss.

As Isaac and I were getting down with our bad selves, I noticed a certain Adderall addict and prissy princess (totally kidding, I love her…sometimes at least…not really…whatever) making their way onto the dance floor, conveniently besides us. Stiles caught my eye and grinned, while discreetly, or as discreetly as he could be (she saw), pointed to Lydia. Making an open-mouthed expression, I winked at him before sending him a thumbs up.

Isaac spun me around when I heard Finstock shout, "McCall!"

It would seem as though brother dearest had been seen. I followed Finstock's eyes before literally face palming. You would too if you saw my brother's hiding spot. Right on the freaking bleachers. And no, he was not around anyone to conceal himself. Yeah, like no one could see you there! I know it's dimmed in here, but come on!

Shaking my head, I looked towards Isaac and said, "This should be good."

"What is?" He asked with furrowed eyebrows.

I tapped my nose twice before saying, "Just watch."

"Get out of my way!" I heard Finstock yell as he chased after Scott. "McCall!"

Then I watched twin run up to Danny and he looked like he was pleading for him to do something. I didn't get it. I didn't get why Scott and Danny were suddenly dancing intimately together. Not until Finstock confronted Scott.

"McCall, you're not supposed to-" Finstock stopped as he saw Scott and Danny then finished, "What the hell are you- What the hell are you doing?"

I didn't bother to cover my laugh.

"Yes, coach?" Scott said as he adjusted his arms higher around Danny's shoulders. Okay, these are the moments I love my brother. These are the moments I cherish.

Finstock, realizing what was happening, began to defend himself and put his arms up in defense. "Okay," He continued to make 'ho' noises as if he were Santa then he started laughing somewhat wildly. "-ho- hold on, you eh- I was just saying he was not supposed to- I mean I wasn't saying that he sh-shouldn't- you guys don't think- I- you-you I-I was just- dance, everybody! Just dance. It's a dance! It's a party!" Then he continued to laugh like a maniac.

"Finstock has finally cracked," I got out as I laughed and wiped my imaginary tears of laughter.

Isaac looked at me with a serious face and said, "Say crack again."

I was disappointed at how many seconds it took me to get what he was saying. Mean Girls, anyone? Who knew La Blue Eyes-aac watched such a classic?

I grinned at him, "Crack."

He grinned back and you already know what happened. I got lost in it. Again. Seriously, his smile is so perfect. You just want to stare at it all day because it's that great. Kind of like Harry Styles' smile. Now that is one of my favorite hobbies. Staring at his smile. Don't judge. Not cool, boo-boo. And besides, they both have green eyes! Though I like Derek's-

Crap. So much for not thinking about him tonight. And great. Now that I am thinking about him, I can't help but fucking worry. I hate worrying. It gives wrinkles, you know. This isn't like Derek. He wouldn't just up and leave. There has to be something going on. Derek hates people, but not enough to just disappear especially at a time like this. And if he was doing something, why would he do it alone?

He's been trying to train Scott, so why put all that to waste? Regardless if nothing was actually learned or followed (Scott is a bad listener. He's not supposed to be at the dance, but where is he?). And Derek is buddy-buddy with the Alpha- er, Peter (so weird calling him that), so why go solo? It just didn't add up.

"Emily?" I looked up to Isaac and noticed he was staring down at me in confusion. "Are you alright?"

Clearing my throat, I nodded, "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tired."

"I thought once you were on the dance floor there was no way to get you off of it," He said with a slight smile.

I laughed and replied, "I did say that, huh? Well in order for me to tear up the floor all night, I need a few breaks so I can recharge."

Isaac chuckled and nodded, "Then we'll take a break. Do you want to get a drink?"

I shook my head and pointed to the entrance, "Nah, I'm just going to get some fresh air. I should be back in a few minutes. I'll meet you at the drinks?"

He nodded at me with a smile, "Yeah, I'll go talk to some of the guys on the lacrosse team."

"See you in a bit," I said with a wink as I walked to the entrance. I passed by a few people as I exited the dance. One of them just happened to be Penelope. Yeah, you remember her?

With a kind (evil) smile, I waved to her, "Hi Penny."

She froze and gave me a stiff smile, "Hi." Then she scurried away along with her date, who looked absolutely confused. She must have not told him about meeting the greatest person in her life.

I began skipping out the door, which obviously was a mistake as I almost tripped. I looked around at the people who saw and said with my hands raised, "I'm good. We're good. No accidents here. Carry on, carry on."

Plopping down on the top stairs, I sighed and shivered slightly at the cool weather. I looked around and noticed everyone had gone back inside. Figuring I better go back, I stood up only to freeze as I saw a figure staggering into the forest.

I furrowed my eyebrows at the sight, but got ready to head back inside. What if the dude had to pee or throw up? I save him the embarrassment and me the horror. I made to move until I saw something clear on the floor. A liquor bottle.

I froze. Who was the only person drinking openly tonight?

Groaning, I stomped my feet, "Don't do it. Just go back inside. Don't worry about Jackson. Go back to the dance, Emily." I glanced back at the bottle and the forest where I could no longer see him. "Ugh, damn it."

This is why people die in horror movies. They go after dumb bitches. Why do I have to be so damn nice? Why do I have to go see if Jackson is okay? That's Lydia's job, but she's with Stiles and he has been waiting for this moment since third grade. Why can't I just let him walk to his death? He's really mean. A major asshole. Total dick.

"So why exactly am I going after him?" I muttered grumpily as I followed where I last saw Jackson stumbling.

It didn't take me long to find him since he couldn't even walk and he was shouting nonsense. Seriously, he was crawling on his knees. God, whatever he was drinking must have been really strong, or he's a lightweight. It's not the latter. I smelt that bottle and I swear I almost choked.

As I walked closer, I heard him murmur, "I want to be like you." He paused as if for a dramatic effect (as if he wasn't dramatic enough), "I want to be one of you."

He's still on this? I've got to hand it to him; he's persistent.

"Sorry to burst your bubble, Crack-son," He turned sharply to face me, "but there's only one of me and I don't give lessons. Now let's go, drunky, you don't know what you're talking about."

"You," He started off but froze when footsteps were heard.

I stiffened and looked beyond him. How the hell did I forget that there was a murdering Alpha running around? What did I think, just because him and Derek joined forces that he wasn't going to go out and attack anymore? Yeah right.

"Jackson…" I trailed off, words frozen on my tongue.

He didn't say anything. He just looked ahead at the… figures walking towards us with guns? A total Scott moment, but HUH? I was totally expecting the Alpha. I was not expecting Daddy fucking Argent and one of his cronies.

"Unfortunately, Jackson, I don't think I can give you what you want," Daddy Argent said with that look he always had on his face (that smug smirk/smile, you know which one). Then he leaned down to Jackson and smiled, "But I have a feeling you might be able to help me." Lifting his head, Daddy Argent continued to smile, "Hello Emily, don't you look nice."

"Mr. Argent," I said trying to contain my shock (didn't achieve).

"And I believe you can help me as well," He noted with a smile that looked kind until he added at the end. "Whether you want to or not."

I gulped involuntarily.

This was bad. Jackson had no loyalty to Scott. He would tell them everything, so he was safe from the hunters. And Daddy Argent made it clear with his last statement that he knew that I knew what was going on. Now correct me if I'm wrong, but he didn't seem to care how he got it out of me.

They say ignorance is bliss, but how ignorant can you be when there's a gun in your face? This was not going to end well, but you better fucking believe I am not giving up my twin.

If we survive this, I'm gonna kill Jackson.

-X-

Isaac looked around and noticed Emily was nowhere. He saw Scott dancing with his girlfriend- er, ex-girlfriend. He really didn't know anymore. He only heard snips of Stiles and Scott's conversations in the locker room.

Walking outside, he noticed nobody was there. He frowned, but decided to check the bathroom. He shyly asked one of the girls by the bathroom to see if she was in there, but they informed him that she wasn't. She was nowhere to be found.

Had he been ditched?

No, he shook his head. She wouldn't just leave. Her brother was still here and Stiles was- Stiles was gone. Furrowing his eyebrows, he did a sweep over the room and noticed he wasn't present. Emily hung around him a lot. Did she go with him? There were rumors going around that they had some kind of thing together… No. She had specifically told him that Stiles had liked Lydia for years, so she wouldn't interrupt them.

Where was she? I guess it didn't matter because he would wait for her anyways. And until then, he would sit and watch everyone else. Just like how he was used to.

-X-

Grinning at Daddy Argent, I moved closer to Jackson and said, "I'm not sure what you mean, Mr. Argent, but whatever you want to know you're not gonna get it from Jackson. He's completely wasted." I nodded and began to help Jackson up; he didn't resist. "In fact, I should probably take him back to the dance. His date is probably worrying about him."

Daddy Argent wasn't dense. He knew exactly who was Jackson's date. Overprotective, hunter father is definitely going to know who is taking his daughter out. I wasn't good with threats (wasn't even a threat, just stating facts), but hopefully he would let us go.

What the hell was I thinking? This is Daddy Argent. Since when has he been a pushover? The answer is never in case you have Scott's mentality.

"Oh," He smiled. "This will only take a minute."

Mother fucker.

I tried to smile back, but it wasn't working.

"I'll tell you," Jackson said suddenly, looking up at the hunter.

Cock sucker mother fucker.

I chuckled and patted Jackson, "He already knows you're drunk, Jackson. No need for confessions. This isn't a taxi cab."

Daddy Argent chuckled, "My, my, Emily, you sound as if you're trying to hide something from me. But you wouldn't do that, would you? I mean it's not like you have anything to hide." He finished with that smile permanently attached to his face.

I shook my head, "No sir. Nothing to hide. I just think this isn't the right time considering there's a drunk minor. I should get him home. Surely you understand, Mr. Argent. Don't you?" I asked him with a smile. Two could smile at this game. See what I did there? Even in the face of Argent, my comedic being shines.

He continued to smile, "Of course I do."

I didn't trust that smile. I just needed to get Jackson out of here before he started spouting off things. I didn't know how sober he was, but I was going to milk this whole drunk thing for as long as I can.

Pulling Jackson towards the school, I said, "Come on, Jackson." He followed me without a word and for a second I thought we would get out of here, but nothing is that easy especially with hunters.

We both froze and the sound of guns being loaded. I knew this was just to scare us. We weren't the werewolves. They didn't want us. They just wanted information from us and unfortunately they found it, and they were not about to let it slip from their fingers.

"You see, this is rather urgent," Daddy Argent explained as he walked towards us.

"Derek Hale's a werewolf," Jackson blurted out.

My eyes widened and I gripped harder at his arm I was holding. He pulled it away and turned to Daddy Argent. "I'll tell you anything you want to know."

"Jackson, shut up," I hissed.

Daddy Argent chuckled and walked closer to him, patting him on the shoulder. "Thank you for being so understanding, Jackson. I already knew that, but I have some questions."

"He doesn't know what he's talking about," I said quickly, trying to glare a hole through Jackson. "Let's go back to the dance, Jackson."

"The other wolf is-" He started but I cut him off. "Jackson!"

"Jackson, you don't know what you're messing with," I said angrily as I walked up to him. I was stopped when the crony stood in between us, propping his gun threateningly. I froze in fear. To repeat myself and show you the urgency.

Mother. Fucker.

Jackson made a choking noise, "L-Look, I'll tell you anything."

Stiffly, I got out, "Jackson, don't say anything. Please," I added softly and hoped he would listen.

Daddy Argent took this as a time to speak up. "Jackson, you can trust me. I just need you to tell me if you know who the second beta is. If you don't then I'll be on my way."

Jackson looked at me then back at Daddy Argent then he repeated the action. Gulping hard, he turned towards him and said, "I'll tell you, but you have to promise that he won't get hurt."

Daddy Argent put his hand out and placed it over his heart, "I promise."

"It's…" Jackson trailed off nervously.

"Don't please," I pleaded with him as I tried to look at him over the crony's shoulder.

Jackson avoided my attempt to look at him and finished with his head low, "Scott McCall."

I let out a breathless gasp as everything turned silent.

"Judging by your reaction, I assume this is all true." Daddy Argent said to me before addressing the both of us. "Thank you, Jackson, Emily. You've been so much help."

Fuck. I had screwed up.

I hadn't even realized we were walking back until Jackson spoke up, "You promise? You won't hurt him?"

As if.

"Of course not," Daddy Argent replied. "He's just a kid."

"What are you going to do?" Jackson asked.

Oh, did I mention I found someone slower than Scott? Yup, you guessed it. The one and only Jackass.

"I'm going to take care of it." He answered and gave me a meaningful look. Then he turned to Jackson and said, "Go back to the dance, Jackson. Be with your friends. Be a normal teenager." Jackson began to move, but looked back at me when he noticed I had not moved.

Daddy Argent chuckled, "I just have to tell Emily something and then you can escort her back. Just give me a second." He turned to me and spoke, "I would've never guessed, but I suppose it make sense. I knew you hung around Derek, but I never thought it was so close to your own home. I mean your own brother."

When I said nothing, he began to walk away. But I wanted to be spiteful. I wanted to get one over on him even if it was small. I wanted to tick him off and I knew just how to.

"I thought you would figure it out sooner," I said loud enough so he could hear, but my voice was soft. "I mean it was right under your nose. Hell, Allison is very much acquainted. I thought a father would know more about who his daughter was seeing. I guess not." With that, I turned and walked past Jackson.

I didn't have to see to know I pissed him off. I didn't have to see that his fists were clenched tightly. I just had to get back and find Scott. I had to let him know what just happened. I had to find him fast.

We walked all the way to the entrance when Jackson's arm shot out to grab mine. I stopped but didn't turn to face him. "Look, he said he wasn't going to hurt him."

"Yeah, he says a lot of things," I said as I ripped my arm away from him and gave him a disgusted look, "You honestly have no fucking idea what you just did. Now I have to go make sure my brother knows." I opened the door to walk in, but I stopped. Since I was being spiteful, I spun around and said, "By the way, you'd make a shitty werewolf."

I moved quickly to find Scott, but it was hard. I had no idea where he was and I was short, and all these bitches were wearing heels. I was too, but face it I'm a short shit. I know he had been with Allison before I left, but now they were gone. I couldn't find them anywhere. Spotting Stiles walking to the door, I headed that way when that shy, sweet voice stopped me. You know who.

"Emily, there you are," Isaac said in relief with a smile. "I was worried when you didn't come back."

I tried to smile, but it came out as a grimace. "Sorry, something came up."

"Is everything alright?" He asked as the smile slipped off his face.

I shook my head with a frown. "No, I have something I need to do. I'm sorry."

As he put his head down, he said, "Oh alright."

"Thank you for tonight. I was going to come alone, but it was much nicer to have a date. So thank you for asking me, Isaac." With that, I leant up and kissed his cheek. "This isn't about you. You were awesome. I'm sorry I have to leave." I smiled at him. "I'll make it up to you, I swear." I was going to say promise, but I had enough of those tonight.

As I walked towards Stiles, I heard Isaac say, "I hope everything works out okay. Thank you for tonight, Emily." I glanced back with a smile and waved.

Focusing back to what I was doing, I made my way to Stiles and Jackson, who was standing in front of him. He looked like he had seen a ghost or a werewolf, you never know in Beacon Hills. As I reached them, I heard Stiles say, "Jackson, what did you do?"

"He fucked up," I said as I stood next to them. "He told Argent about Scott. I've got to tell him, but I can't find him anywhere. Have you seen him?"

Stiles looked so shocked, but answered me. "No, I haven't seen him. He was in there with Allison, but if he's not in there then I don't know. Oh my God, what the hell are we going to do?" Then he froze as if he realized something, "Oh my God, Lydia!" Then he took off without another thought.

I'm pretty sure he just gave me whiplash with his sprinting.

"Stiles!" I shouted after him and made to follow when I saw people staring at me. Then I heard the whispers from the people who had just seen the scene between Stiles and I.

"Oh, looks like there's trouble in paradise," one girl said.

A guy nodded, "No doubt, I heard they were having problems."

"Hopefully Emily and Stiles can work it out," Another girl commented.

What the-

"We are not dating!" I snapped at them. "Now since you know so much about my life, has anyone seen Scott McCall? This is important."

They all shook their heads.

I sighed and put a hand to my face. "Damn it, Scott's missing and Stiles just took off. I've got to find these bitches quick." As I went to move, a voice stopped me.

"I didn't mean to…" Jackson trailed off as he looked at me. "H-He said he wasn't going to hurt him. Scott's just a kid, that's what he said."

"The dude had a gun," I retorted with a sneer. "Do you really think he wasn't going to hurt him? Come on Jackson, I know you're an asshole but I thought you were smarter than that. Enjoy the rest of your night." I finished and began to follow where Stiles had run off to.

Okay, I am not going to lie. These lines I have been telling Jackson are so dramatic and bad ass. Seriously, I feel as cool as the superheroes who say those cheesy lines when they fight the bad guy. I am literally so bad ass. I'm sorry but I could not hold that in for later. Alright, now time to focus.

I tried to speed up, but I was slow without heels. With heels, I was a damn snail. I was not trying to break something and mess up my leg. I like my tanned legs, thank you. I followed as quickly as I can, but I was so lost. I didn't know where Stiles had gone exactly.

"Hey Emily," I turned and saw Danny standing there with his date.

I walked to them and replied, "Danny, hey. Hi Danny's date."

Danny shook his head at me and surprised me by asking, "Are you looking for Stiles?"

Imitating a bobby head, I nodded as fast as I could.

He chuckled and said, "I saw him running- more like sprinting to the lacrosse field. He kept shouting Lydia's name. I guess it wasn't a good date." Danny shrugged.

"Thanks Danny," I barely got out before I moved as fast as I could to the field.

Danny had a flabbergasted look on his face as he watched Emily go. Seriously, this was the fastest he had ever seen her move. Except when there was nachos for lunch. Man, did she move fast.

"You're welcome," He trailed off since he was pretty sure she couldn't hear him anymore. Turning to his date, Danny saw him giving him the same look when he was forced to dance with Scott. Shrugging once, Danny answered the unspoken question, "McCalls." As if that explained everything and somehow it did.

I sneezed loudly as I ran (wouldn't call it running, but I was moving faster than a turtle). By the time I came closer to the lacrosse field, I saw that the lights were on. I'm pretty sure those were only supposed to be on for a game. I stopped by the bleachers as I saw three figures.

One was lying on the floor, seemingly unconscious. The other two were both kneeling or crouching. I really didn't know. It was hard to tell with the light being so bright. Oh, it seemed as one stood up and was wiping their face or something. Oh no.

My nose was twitching. I tried to hold it in by putting my finger under my nose, but somebody must have been talking about me real good because I sneezed. It wasn't as loud as before, but I noticed it caught the attention of the figure that was standing.

I squinted at the scene and froze when I noticed the figure look directly at where I was. He began to make his way to me. At first, I was only a little scared and then I saw those glowing red eyes. Peter Hale, also known as the motherfucking Alpha. Shit.

I was frozen. I could not move a muscle. All I could do was stare at Peter as he came closer and closer to me. Then I snapped out of it when I heard someone scream.

"Emily, run! Run!" Stiles.

I know I shouldn't be worrying about this now, but remember this is one of the first times I've ever really listened to Stiles. If there wasn't a psycho Alpha coming up to me, I would've been like 'Just because you're yelling I'm going to walk, bitch.' Alright sorry, Alpha coming to hurt me.

I spun around and ran as fast as I could. Yes. I actually ran. I had to get back to the dance. He wouldn't risk going in there with all the teachers and security. Yes, he was the Alpha, but he wouldn't risk exposure so freely.

Would he?

Okay so remember when I said with heels, I was a snail? Yeah good. Well now I wasn't exactly running when I said that. No I was more like speed walking. And now I was actually running for my life. Keeping up? No? Well, let me give you a hint. It happens in almost every scary movie. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I tripped like one of those broads in horror movies. Total face plant.

I'm not going to lie I expected to turn around and see a machete coming down at me. But no, I could only be so lucky to have huge ass claws coming down at me. I tensed up and I could not hold that tiny whimper in.

"Well, don't you look lovely," Peter said with a smile. "I see you took my advice."

Scared shitless, I said nothing.

Peter ran a claw down my cheek and smiled, "Why don't I fill you in?" He lifted me off the ground as if I weighed no more than a feather and stood me up. "You're coming with Stiles and I to find where the Argents are keeping Derek."

Well shit… I guess I'm going with them.

A/N: Two months and eight days. That's how long it took me to update. I'm such a bitch, but I'll have you know that I am working on the next chapter as we speak. Okay, so technically it's only me speaking to you all... but then again it's not actual speaking I'm just typing, so... Moving on, no Derek in this chapter sorry! And I hope it didn't seem like I forced Emily in this chapter. I wanted it to go along smoothly. Oh, I was just wondering who ships Emily/Derek or Emily/Isaac? And wow, almost 1000 reviews? That's so cool! Thank you!

Oh and because I'm as slow as Scott, I just realized this story is on 4 communities. Thank you to those who added it! Very much appreciated. Emily's being spread around on here like an STD. Alright, I'm sorry if that offended anyone. I just got done writing Emily, so it takes a while for it to wear off. Uh, I didn't really care for this chapter, but let me know what you all thought! Thanks and until next time, which hopefully will be sooner than later. Fingers crossed.

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