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The McCall Twin
Chapter Twenty-Six – Ice Pick Pt. 1
So after we got scolded and lectured at the police station, Padre Stilinski finally drove us both home. Yeah, you read right. Padre refused Stiles to drive his Jeep, so he peacefully (OH MY GAWD HE LECTURED US THE WHOLE RIDE LIKE BRUH BRUH) drove us home. Then ugh once I got home, who did Padre Stilinski tell what we had been involved in?
My friggin mother.
Like how could he? I thought we were each other's hoe, but Padre Stilinski betrayed my trust! He threw me out like Scott's hideous wardrobe should be thrown out. He didn't even hesitate either! He just threw me under the bus and ran me over and over and over (change ran to rammed and that's what Derek should be doing to me heh). He is so not da main hoe anymore, that's for sure.
While we are on the topic of hoes, I'd like to say that I was going to refer to Padre Stilinski (BETRAYER OF TRUST) as my bitch, but it's just so derogatory. Instead, I feel hoe is definitely much classier. Just thought I'd clear that up.
Ah, so as I was saying Padre Stilinski deceived me and because of that whore's deception, I'm grounded.
Like what the actual fuck man. Out of all the shit I've done with my two twits, this is what I get grounded for! So I broke into the police station and might have let a convict (if you can even call Isaac that, he's such a sweetheart) on the loose with a former exonerated convict? I don't see the problem and my eyesight is outstanding.
I mean they don't know that I did that, but they are blaming me when they should be blaming Stiles, the idiotic Adderall addict. Ooh, that's fun to say. Go on, say it really fast.
Ugh anyways, how could they even blame me? Poor, adorable, innocent me? I'm cute, why would anyone suspect me? Oh, maybe that's why. I'm so fucking cute that people think I'm actually an evil mastermind. Wow, it's so hard having a face this gorgeous sometimes. #emilymccallproblems
And speaking of problems, since I'm grounded the only thing can do is go to school and go back home. Like what the heck Mom, I have fans that need to see me on a regular basis. How are they going to go on living? But fear not, my showings are between eight in the morning until three. I'm sure I could squeeze you in if you make an appointment. No walk-ins please.
I'm actually in an appointment right at this very moment, if you'd excuse me.
"So how long have you been a fan?" I asked with a bright smile as I rocked back and forth on my feet.
The guy looked uneasy as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck. "Uh, I'm not sure what you're talking about… As a matter of fact, I don't even know who you are…"
Aw, my fans are too cute. They just get so star struck sometimes that it brings them to denial. It's actually quite adorable.
"Aw, you're totes adorbs," I gushed to him as I playfully patted him on the arm.
"Uh–" The guy began, but was cut off as I was pulled away from him and pushed behind someone. A big semi-bald head came into my view and resisted the urge to groan in annoyance. Couldn't he see that I was avoiding him? I was grounded and he wasn't. I WAS SO DAMN SALTY.
"Hey, sorry man," Stiles told my fan and gestured to me. "She wanders off sometimes. She's so hard to keep an eye on. And don't mind what she said, she thinks she's famous when really she has about a penny to her name."
THE SALT IS OVERFLOWING.
"Oh?" The guy glanced at me again.
Stiles nodded before I could defend my awesome-fucking-ness, "Yeah, so just smile and nod and eventually she'll go away."
CALL ME AN OCEAN BECAUSE THE SALT IS EVERYWHERE.
The guy nodded seriously as he took in this idiot's words, "I see." Then he turned to me and smiled with a small nod.
SALT.
SALT.
SALT.
Stiles grinned widely at the guy and clapped him on the shoulder, "Yeah, you got it, man! Now I'll take her from you. You have a nice day, bro." With that, he spun around and placed his hands on my shoulders. Speaking extremely slowly, he said, "Emily…we…go…away…now…okay..?"
Seeing my fan still watching, I nodded happily and put up an 'OK' sign with my fingers. Once the guy saw, he turned away and went to his friends that had called him over. As soon as he had turned, the OK sign turned into the middle finger. I mean come on now, I had a reputation to uphold.
Stiles made a noise of annoyance as I ignored him and focused my attention on twin and Ally, who were rock climbing as required for today's gym class. Stiles came up on the side of me and began blabbering, but I was in no way listening. He was a little bitch like no back up.
So I was set to ignore him for the rest of the class… but have you ever been the object of Stiles' attention when you don't want to be? No? Well you're not missing out, that's for sure. See, usually with Scott around, the annoyance of Stiles isn't too much to handle because twin and I share it.
But alas, twin is rock climbing…away from us… Are you picking up what I'm throwing down? I'm alone with Stiles and I'm already irritated with him and his voice makes me want to punch him in his face hole (pft, hole)! Now I understand how Adrian feels. Aw poor baby, having to deal with him on a daily basis. Thank the Lawd, he has me, his angel or else I fear he'd explode from annoyance.
"So I told Sarah that she just needs to stop succumbing to Starbucks because if not, her height will be more stunted. She's almost old enough to stop growing, so that's why I just came out with it. She says I totally had a bitch fit about it, but honey you should've seen her reaction, mm-hm." He pursued his lips and shook his head sassily with a finger snap.
Be strong.
…
Fuck that.
With attitude, I lifted my palm into the air and flicked my fingers at him before pulling them back into an upward fist. Then I broke loose, "Okay first off, honey, who the hell is Sarah? Second, why should I care she's such a short shit? Third, what the fuck, Stiles?"
Stiles grinned down at me and put a fist in the air, "I got you to stop ignoring me and I've beaten my record at how long. I'm amazing!"
Amazingly annoying.
Stiles' face fell into a bitchy expression, "Really?"
"What?" I gave him a strange look. I didn't understand why he was looking at me like that. He was all happy and cheerful a second ago. Now he's bitchy gills. Ha! Get it? Instead of grumpy gill, I put bitchy gills! Oh my gosh, I am so funny. Why am I not on Comedy Central?
He made that face where his eyes squint and his mouth opens slightly before he ran his hands down his face in exasperation. After he did that for like two minutes straight, he spoke, "Do you hear the words that come out of your mouth or are you that dense?"
Dense means slow so…
I paused for a second before glancing behind me then around Stiles' shoulder. Scott was still climbing and he was behind me, so. Stiles groaned loudly at my actions, "Never mind, Em, never mind!"
"Fine geez, no need to get huffy," I said with a hand up. "Why you mad?"
Stiles' eye twitched as he released a sigh to ease himself. Oh yes, because he has so much to stress over. Is he grounded? No that motherfucker isn't. He gets to see Lydia every day and I barely get to see my Sexy like wtf man wtf.
"Me? Mad?" Stiles asked in a disbelieving tone. "That's rich, considering you're mad at me. For motives I'm not even aware of. I mean it can't be because you got grounded and I didn't. That's ridiculous."
I turned my head away with a huff. Your face is ridiculous. BURN IN DEEPEST PIT OF HELL STILES.
"Who's huffy now?" Stiles retorted before it dawned on him. "That's the reason? You're ignoring me because you're grounded and I'm not? Oh my gosh, Emily!"
"It's not fair, bruh!" I countered as I pointed at him. "You're the mastermind of most of our adventures, but I get in more trouble!" I let out a deep breath before continuing, "But I guess it's just something I have to deal with, you know having this face and all."
Stiles shook his head with strange expression like he couldn't believe what I was saying. See even he is torn by my very presence and words. "Em, you are just so modest sometimes." He replied in a blank voice.
I placed my hand over my heart and nodded solemnly, "I know, it's a curse I'll always bear."
Stiles rolled his eyes, but made no comment. We were quiet as we watched Scott pass Allison and give her a smug smile. Then after a moment, Stiles spoke seriously, "What do you think about the thing that attacked Allison?"
I shrugged and crossed my arms under my breasts. "I don't know. Scott's determined that it wasn't a werewolf, so I figured I'd believe him since that bitch is a wolf himself."
Stiles' eyebrows raised, "Good notion."
I shrugged halfheartedly and continued, "Do you think it's the same thing that killed Isaac's dad?"
"Honestly, I'm hoping so or else we have another antagonist on our hands," He said as he looked at me, "And we don't have enough protagonists to save our asses."
"I smell you, homey, I smell you," I agreed with a nod.
It may seem like we have more allies, or protagonists as Stiles put it, but with all the hunters and (evil) Gramps on the loose. Well that old motherfucker is insane and he gives me the creeps, so it's better not to underestimate him. And now this new creature thing is here, so like what the heck are we supposed to do? With the Alphanator gone, it's been easier but these hunters are getting more and more involved and that's not good, boo boo. Not good at all.
That's why Derek is building his numbers up.
Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced at twin. He didn't like what Derek was doing and neither did Stiles, but well Stiles doesn't count because he's always criticizing my Sexy. And you just don't do that unless you want to die, courtesy of me.
Scott hated that Derek had turned Isaac and I hated the fact. Derek knew what he was doing. Yeah sure, it's extreme, but it's what had to be done…right? I love (tolerate) Scott and it tears me apart that he distrusts him so much. I wanted to believe twin because he has always been there to help me, but I want to believe in Derek as well.
He tries so hard to do what he thinks is best and he's always named the bad guy. But I know for a fact he isn't the bad guy at all. Even when he sided with Peter, he still cared and fought with Scott against Peter. Derek is doing his best, but no one can see that.
And though I truly believe this, I cannot tell Scott. He'll flip his shit and dislike Derek even more. I just want them to work together, but I seriously doubt that will happen anytime soon. Scott means the world to me, (and if any of you bitches hold this against me, I'll deny it and treat you like Penelope got it) he's my brother, but Derek…he has absolutely no one. His only living relative was just killed by his own hands. He needs someone on his side and I want it to be me.
But I can't bring myself to choose between the two of them. Derek is my sexy-assed baby. And Scott is my twin from the same uterus. They're both a part of my life and I don't intend to lose either of them. They mean too much to me to do so.
I watched as Ally kicked twin's foot off the rock and made him lose his balance, thus falling down to the mat. The rope connected to him broke his fall and stopped him inches before slamming into the ground.
"Oh my God, what a loser!" I chortled loudly and began slapping my knee. "Did you have a nice fall, butterfingers?"
What was I saying? Ah yes, he means the world to me.
Everyone in the class began laughing at Scott as he was in shock from the surprise attack. Of course, my and Finstock's laughs being the loudest. We only continued to laugh harder as they loosened the rope tied around him and he fell to the mat with a thud.
As the laughing died (from everyone else, I was laughing so hard I was crying), Finstock sat down on the mat next to twin's head and said, "McCall, I don't know why, but your pain gives me a special kind of joy." With that, he laughed again and gestured to his heart, "Right here."
"I hear dat, Finstock!" I agreed, earning laughs from the class.
Finstock laughed briefly before his humor disappeared completely and he was back to his coach self, "All right, next two!" He stood up and called out, "Stilinski, Erica, let's go! The wall."
"Sucks to be you, boo," I nudged Stiles, but he didn't seem put off by it. For you see, Stiles could actually be athletic unlike moi. He seemed excited to be next while I was just hoping not to go at all.
The class chuckled at us and some of them made comments like:
"Aw, I want a relationship like that where we tease each other."
Or…
"She calls him boo, why don't you call me that?"
Or…
"Did you see they were fighting earlier?"
And my personal favorite…
"I bet the makeup sex is great."
I sincerely dislike the minds of my peers. Where the heck were they when I was with Derek, huh? Derek is always going on about being able feeling emotions, but bruh like none of these bitches can sense anything! I know they're not werewolves, but come on! Bitches are so slow these days ugh.
Apparently, the class wasn't the only ones to hear my taunt against Stiles. Oh no, Finstock had heard too, loud and clear. And he was only too glad to address it.
"Female McCall, you seem to find joy in McCall's and Stilinski's pain as much as I do." He said as he walked towards me.
Oh shit.
"But I wonder if your pain will give me as much joy as it did your brother's?" He smiled mockingly at me before his expression dropped and he shouted towards Stiles, "Stilinski, Erica, hold up! You two will be next," He trailed off and gave me a shit-eating grin, "After Female McCall goes first."
Son of a bitch.
I, of course, did not show my distress and grinned widely, wiggling my eyebrows, "Ah okay, I get it, Finstock. You wanna check out the junk? I feel you, no worries." With that, I slapped my ass and winked.
The class burst into laughter while Finstock's face paled. He gathered himself together and said in his coach voice (you know, where they yell louder because they think that no one will dare question them after in their voice is loud), "Female McCall, last time or I'll report you."
I lifted my hands in surrender, "I know, I know."
He wants me.
Clearing his voice, Finstock called out, "Female McCall, Greenbur-," Then he stopped, "Nah, I'm not that cruel to have your partner be Greenburg. Ugh Greenburg, don't look at me. Seriously, you creep me out. Danny, let's go! Strap up!"
You see I know what he meant, but bruh come on. Tell me your first thought was not about condoms and strapping up before intercourse. Oh… it wasn't? Well really? Twenty-six chapters in and you didn't at least suspect a comment like this? Shame on you, boo boo, shame on you.
Danny and I strapped up (so, so wrong) and made our way to the wall. Once Finstock blew his whistle (toot, toot), we began climbing as fast as we could. Since I did it so fast, I was exhausted to say in the least. Holding on tightly, I wiped my forehead quickly and sighed tiredly.
I had started off so fast and now I don't think I could keep going. I should've started slowly, but I have the utmost faith in myself that I could make it to the top. Bop-bop-bop, bop to the top! Sorry, since I can't do much from grounding I've been watching a ton of movies. One of them happened to be HSM 2, yo. No hate.
I tried lifting myself to reach the top, but my muscles were so sore. I couldn't finish and it's all because I began too fast. Tilting my head back, I called out to Finstock, "Hey, I don't think I go on much further. I hope you saw enough because I'm done."
I practically heard his eye roll as he replied, "Female McCall, do me a favor and look down."
I shook my head, "No can do, sir. I don't dig heights very well." Was he insane? Trying to make me look down? He must have really wanted to see me in pain, the sadist.
"Female McCall, just look down or I'll tell the principal you gave me a fake Doctor's note again," He replied with the underlying threat.
Ugh, usually I would've been like 'you do you', but since Gramps is the principal… Yeah I'm not in the mood to go see him. No way.
With a gulp, I shut my eyes and turned my head so that my face was directed to the ground. Thinking of Derek's lovely ass one last time, I opened my eyes and winced. I turned away before looking back down at it then to Finstock's unamused expression.
I gave him a cute smile and tilted my head, "Well, I think this is more than I did last time, wouldn't you say?"
He nodded before he shouted, "If by more, you mean one then yes! Danny passed you a while ago!" At that, I looked up and noticed Danny at the top looking down at us. I lifted my hand and waved at him. He waved back before Finstock got his attention.
"Kick off, Danny! Good work!" Then he turned his head to me and said somewhat blankly, "Walk down all three rocks, Female McCall. Unbelievable."
Once Danny and I got to the bottom, we began taking our harnesses off. I turned to him and held out my fist. He put his fist against mine with a smile. "Nice job, Emily. Definitely an improvement from last time."
"Ah, thank you! At least someone thinks so," I replied as I glanced at Finstock, who was telling Stiles and Ellie that it was their turn. Then I remembered something and said matter-of-factly, "Oh Danny, you have a very sculpted ass. It's rather nice."
He only blinked before replying, "Thanks. I do squats at least twice a day."
"Well they are totally working, keep it up," I gave him a thumbs up before walking towards twin.
Behind me, Danny only shook his head and went back to stand with the class.
Danny's ass was quite nice, but it was nothing compared to my Sexy. While Danny's was sculpted, Derek's was toned and gorgeous and sexy and bodacious and bootylicious. And I'm not being biased at all. It's just fact.
As I stood by Scott, we watched as Stiles and Erin began climbing the wall. Stiles seemed to fly through it, but Elizabeth looked like she was struggling to hold herself up. Ooh girl, I knew yo pain.
Eleanor Richards. I didn't seem to remember her, but my goodness she looked familiar. I don't think I have had her in my classes though, but then again I can barely remember what color bra I'm wearing.
…
Glancing around suspiciously, I peeked in my shirt and nodded silently. It was yellow with pink polka dots. It also had a bit of lace. Hopefully, Derek would be in for a lovely surprise. Get it in.
Hmm, hmm, anyways, Edith seemed like she really needed a brush. Her hair was very frizzy and poofy and it was just out there, you feel? But besides that rat's nest on her head, I could sympathize with her. She hadn't made it that high up before Stiles was already heading back down. She went farther than me, but she seemed like she couldn't go further. No judgment, Emma.
Except on that mop you call hair. I judge that hardcore.
As Stiles made it to the bottom, he lifted his hands in the air and began obnoxiously thrusting (hehe) them in triumph. I rolled my eyes and booed him before loud gasps caught my attention. I turned back to Evelyn and saw her starting to hyperventilate. This seemed almost familiar like I had seen this before, but I couldn't put my finger on it.
Stiles stopped being a tool and looked up at her when he heard her. Everyone stood there, watching here before they realized she was not acting. She was seriously freaking out.
Once Finstock realized something was wrong, he moved closer to the map and called out to her, "Erica!" Wow, what kind of coach can't remember your student's name? Oh unprofessional. Okay, back to the situation at hand.
The class all moved closer to the wall as we watched her freak. Finstock continued to try to see what's wrong with her. "Dizzy? Is it vertigo?"
"Vertigo's a dysfunction of the vestibular system of the inner ear," Ever-so smart Lydia retorted before lifting her hand upward at Eve, "She's just freaking out."
Finstock looked at Lydia before turning back to the girl, "Erica!"
That's not her name, bruh!
Finally, she replied back shakily, "I'm fine."
"Coach, maybe it's not safe," Allison spoke up, looking worriedly at Elena. "You know she's epileptic."
I raised my eyebrows and looked at the girl again. Why have I never heard of this girl? This mysterious Ellen chick.
Finstock did not seem to know this. "Wha-wha-why doesn't anybody tell me this stuff?" He turned away from Ally and said, "Erica, you're fine. Just kick off from the wall. There's a mat to catch you." Eliza didn't move. "Come on."
Then all of sudden, she slowly pushed off the wall and carefully made it safely to the mat. She still looked shaken up, so Finstock consoled her, "See, you're fine. You're on the ground, you're all right.
Let's go. Shake it off. You're fine." She turned around and some of the class began laughing at her.
As she began to walk away, he continued, "Don't be so down, you did better job than Female McCall. Who climbs up three rocks before she gets tired and can't go anymore?"
I lifted my thumbs and pointed them towards me, wiggling them, I sang, "This girl."
"It's not something to be proud of," He replied with an annoyed expression.
"Did ever occur to you that it was for your benefit, babe?" I grinned. "The lower I was, the closer you were to see it. I was just looking out for you, Finstock. You're welcome." His face got really annoyed and he opened his mouth to shout when Stiles came up behind me and covered my mouth.
"So sorry Coach, she honestly doesn't think before she talks- well actually, I'm sure she doesn't think at all- OW! Did you just bite me, you-you cannibal?!" Stiles released me as I started sputtering the taste of him off my tongue and teeth.
Ew. Ew. Ew. I'm thinking so wrong right now.
"You think I enjoyed that?" I got out before sputtering more. "And I'm not a cannibal, I didn't swallow. I'm so much more elegant than that, doll."
The class snickered while Finstock just sighed with reluctant acceptance. "Alright, go on! Out! Class is over, be gone! Female McCall, I'm not kidding! I will report you."
No, he won't. He secretly likes it.
-X-
Since, Finstock felt it was necessary to discuss how inappropriate I was being. I had to wait longer before I could go back and change out of these nasty gym clothes. Once he was done, he headed to the boys' locker room and I made my way to the girls'.
As I went to reach for the door, someone opened it from the inside. I jumped back in shock and looked at who had opened it. It was the epileptic girl, Elsa. She was still in her gym clothes and seemed surprised to see me. Probably just as surprised (scared) as I was to see her rat's nest hair- Oh I mean just to see her because she scared me heh-heh!
I smiled at her, "Hey, you alright?"
"I-I'm fine," She answered softly, but it seemed defensive.
I nodded slowly (awkwardly, so awkward) and replied, "That's good and don't worry about the whole wall thing. Finstock was right. You did much better than me."
"Thanks, I guess…" She trailed off.
"Are you going to find Finstock?" I asked her.
She shook her head.
"Oh, I thought that's why you're heading back to the gym," I said to her. "He's with the boys."
She looked almost worried. "U-Um no, I just dropped s-something in there and I was g-going to get it. That's all."
I nodded and moved past her, so I was closer to the door and she was closer to the gym, "Oh, sure, sure. Well, I'll see you, Effie."
"It's-" She started, but was cut off when Lydia poked her head out the door.
"What are you doing, Emily?" She asked in that Lydia tone of hers that makes you think that you are so lower than her even when you are, in actuality, taller than her.
"Going to change," I replied slowly.
"I see," She replied.
Oh em gee, she didn't insult me! She's finally warming up to me! No one can avoid Emily for too long! Eventually, they all crack and love me forever and ever.
"I don't see why you're bothering to change," She started, "Your gym clothes are just as bad, if not worse, than your regular clothes. But if it that makes you feel better then go ahead." With that, she sashayed (away) back into the locker room.
She's just a tough nut (pfffft, nuts aka testicles) to crack is all.
I turned to look at Elise and only smiled, "She loves me really." Then I waved to her before following Lydia's actions.
I can sashay too, ask Derek.
-X-
Erica was not having a good, well life.
She was epileptic and people did not let her forget it. She absolutely loathed it. Why was her life like this? What had she done to deserve this?
She was always made fun of, every day. She didn't have the luck of being invisible, where no one could torment her. Everyone saw her and didn't miss a day to make fun of her. She liked to think herself as the pariah of Beacon Hills High School. It wasn't her fault she had epilepsy and occasionally got seizures from it. She couldn't control herself when she was in that stage.
But people didn't care. They were cruel. All they cared about was the laughs they had at her expense. They didn't care how serious her condition was. No one cared. They all laughed at her. Most of the girls in her grade teased her on a daily basis.
Except Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, and Emily McCall.
Lydia just didn't care enough to talk about her, let alone tease her. Allison was just too nice to every say anything bad about anyone. And Emily, well, funny story, they had actually been desk partners freshmen year for science.
They had gotten along until one day Erica had a seizure and after that, Emily just disappeared. Now, they hadn't been close. The only thing Erica knew about her was that she was Scott McCall's twin sister and Nurse McCall's daughter. Nurse McCall had always been nice to her, so she figured her daughter would be the same. But no, they never actually talked after that incident.
Yes, Emily didn't laugh at her, but it's only because she forgot about her completely! Emily's attention span was the size of a peanut and Erica had been there for a split second before she forgot about her. For goodness sake, Emily didn't even remember her name! She called her Effie!
She was just like Stiles, but with him…he just never noticed her.
Stiles, the main reason why Erica wanted to know more about Emily. There had been rumors going around, saying they were together. So when she caught sight of Stiles and Emily in the hall at school, she'd always watch closely. She didn't want them to be together.
And after seeing them deny it, she knew they weren't, but was it so wrong of her to be jealous that Emily got to hang out with him regularly? When Erica couldn't even get noticed by him?
Emily had a good life and Erica just wanted a little bit of it. She really liked Stiles, but did he ever notice her? No, he didn't. He never bothered to pay attention. He was too focused with Lydia to even see Erica. It wasn't fair. Lydia didn't like him, but she did. She liked him so much, but what did it matter? He wouldn't notice her.
But he did today.
Today, he saw her. Sure, she was freaking out when he noticed, but he finally saw her. Maybe for the first time in high school. Though when he saw her, she was making a fool of herself. She had freaked out, as Lydia had put it. Not only did she embarrass herself in front of Stiles, she embarrassed herself in front of the whole damn class.
Like she needed another excuse to be made fun of. They would tease her about it, she knew they wouldn't disappoint. But maybe, just maybe if she showed them that she could climb the wall then she'd prove them all wrong.
Though this wasn't just for them, this was for herself. She would climb the wall without trouble and prove to herself that she was strong enough to do anything she set her mind to. She wouldn't let her epilepsy be her downfall. Besides, she didn't need to take her meds and she was fine. She could do this. She could.
With or without a harness.
-X-
As I gathered my clothes to start changing, several girls screamed in shock. I jumped from the shrill sound and glanced at Allison with wide eyes. We quickly moved where the screams came from (aka one way to die in a horror movie) and saw girls covering themselves from… Scott?
What a perv. I thought I knew my twin, but I guess not.
"Scott, what are you doing?" Allison asked with furrowed eyebrows. Yeah girl, you furrow those brows, furrow them. I'd be concerned at my boyfriend barging in the girls' locker room.
He looked at us and asked frantically, almost shakily, "Erica, where's Erica?"
Does he mean Elizabeth? Mm? Eh, might as well!
Allison shrugged as I answered, "She was heading back inside the gym." But before either of us could ask why, Scott took off fast. I mean like werewolf fast. He ran quickly towards the gym as if his life depended on it.
Allison and I immediately followed with several other girls (who were dressed, don't worry, no whores here) tagging along. We made it to the gym just in time to see Scott catch Erica from the wall. She was shaking erratically like she was having a…seizure.
Everyone continued to move closer as Allison informed Scott to hold her on her side. Twin continued to grip her arms to try and console her. Stiles crouched behind them while the other girls stood around and watched.
And me? Well I did what I do best – I froze.
Why, you ask? Because I remembered why she seemed so familiar. I did have her in one class in freshmen year. It was for a science class and we shared a desk together. I remember one day we had been working individually on book work when she began gasping and shaking badly. Then she fell from her seat and all I remember hearing from the class was that she was having a seizure.
I remember crying so hysterically that they had to escort me out of the class. It was scary to experience and I hadn't dealt with it well at all after. I was so frightened by it that I actually had nightmares about it. From then on, I switched desks and never had much classes with her after that.
That's why I must have forgotten about her. I was so scared of what happened to her that I just wanted to forget and I did. And as I watched her shake uncontrollably in my brother's arms, I felt my eyes water.
Until now.
-X-
After that episode, I changed and all but ran out of the locker room. I was close to crying again and I wouldn't do it in front of these botches. I had to get out of here. I made my way outside the school to get some fresh air.
I was breathing hard, so I sat down on the stairs and hugged my knees to my chest. Calming myself down, I let out a deep breath. Feeling someone watching me, I glanced up and saw a black car. You know who it is.
He rolled his window down and titled his sunglasses down, so I could see his beautiful green eyes. With no hesitance, I hurried down the stairs and quickly jumped in the passenger's seat. Once I was in, he tore through the parking lot.
As the school became farther and farther away, he asked nonchalantly, not taking his eyes off the road, "Do you want to talk about it?"
I played with the edge of my shirt quietly before answering softly, "When I was a freshman, I sat next to this girl. I didn't know she was epileptic. No one told me she could have seizures until one day she did." I trailed off as I remembered it in full detail. "I freaked out so badly that they removed me from the class and I never saw the girl again. I forgot about her until today.
"The same girl tried to rock climb in gym today, but she couldn't because she freaked out. Then later, I passed by her as she was heading back to the gym. She said she forgot something, so I didn't think much about it. Then Scott came in and he asked for her. I told him and he ran to the gym, where she had been trying to climb the wall again without a harness. She had a seizure on the wall before she fell and Scott caught her, but seeing her like that…" I trailed off and stopped fidgeting with my shirt.
"You remembered," He finished solemnly.
I nodded gently and barely noticed that he had pulled over into the woods, away from other cars. He turned to me and I faced him with no reluctance.
"I can feel your sadness for her," Derek remarked as he met my eyes. "And your fear of her."
I only shrugged, "If I get so scared about seeing them, I can't even imagine how she must feel after them. Is it bad that I don't ever want to see it happen another time, even if that means forgetting about her again?"
Derek didn't say anything for a while before he asked almost reluctantly, "What if I told you I could help her?"
I blinked at him, "You could..? How?"
"It's not something Scott would like," He replied, avoiding the question.
It hit me like ouch. "You want to turn her?"
"It's a win-win, Emily." He retorted seriously. "She won't be epileptic anymore and she can finally be healthy."
I cut him off before he could continue, "And you get another werewolf for your pack."
"And you don't have to be afraid of her," He retorted with a frustrated expression. "Look, I'm not offering this to every and any one. You know why I'm doing this, Emily. I need a pack to fight against the hunters and the thing that killed Isaac's father. I can't do it alone."
I turned away from him, thinking hard.
I knew he needed a pack, that they were stronger a pack. But was it right? Sure, Ellie would be healthy and never have to worry about her epilepsy again. She could be normal, well normal as you get when you're a werewolf. And Derek, he would be safe. He would have someone watching his back. But Scott…he'd be so pissed.
He despised Derek for this very reason. He couldn't stand what he was doing, but Scott refused to join his pack even before he began turning anyone. I wish they could see eye-to-eye on this. It would make me feel so much better about myself for choosing to agree with Derek.
Before I could say anything, I felt rough fingers grab ahold of my chin gently. As they guided me to face Derek, I forgot everything I was going to say. His gorgeous face distracted me and tried to focus my thoughts, but when he does this shit. I lose it.
"If you don't want me to, I won't," He said seriously, still holding onto my chin before he slowly released it and turned away.
I'm pretty sure my heart malfunctioned. It might've soared, crumbled, stopped beating, and broke all at the same time, but I could only focus on the fine specimen in front of me. He knew all the right things to say. Even when I was going to already agree with him, he goes and says things like this that make me slap myself for even questioning him in the first place. Why do you do this to me, oh sexy one?
"You can do it," I told him quietly.
He turned to me and questioned, "Are you sure?"
Not really, I'm more sure that I want you in my bed than anything right now, but hey.
I nodded, "I don't necessarily agree, but I trust you." I gave him a smile before taking my phone out. I didn't have any missed calls or messages, but sooner or later Scott and Stiles would be blowing me up. Pffft. Sorry, I said blow and thought of blowjob. "So thanks for this, I had to get out of there. I'm okay now and I should head back before–"
His lips pushed against mine roughly. My eyes shot open before I realized what was happening. Once I calmed, I kissed him back with fervor. Taking that as his cue, one of his hands tangled its way in my hair while his other gripped the side of my neck.
My hands fell to his chest before wrapping them around his neck tightly, pulling him closer and closer to me. Sadly, that didn't work so he assisted me. His hands left my face and slithered down to my waist before he tugged me onto his lap. I shifted a bit to straddle him and I was so amazed that I didn't even remember when he unbuckled me. He was like an Adonis, perfect in every way.
As I curled my legs to straddle his legs comfortably, he growled at the movement. He then shoved his face against my throat and began nipping at it. I released an inaudible moan at the action and moved my head back to give him more access. But he did not want that.
His sexy hands gripped my face and brought his lips to mine again, devouring them. As I pushed myself closer to him, I tangled my fingers through his dark hair. Deciding to test the waters, I let my tongue rub against his bottom lip. He didn't hesitate as he pushed his tongue against mine.
This time we didn't fight for dominance, this time we just enjoyed the euphoric feel of our tongues moving against each other. Once my breathing began getting harder and harder, I moved my lips away from his. But I didn't stop as I aimed my attack on his neck.
Tilting his head by pulling his hair, I began placing light kisses all over. His chest grumbled and his hands made their way up my shirt. He started making random patterns up and down my sides as I withheld a shiver. I focused my attention on his neck and started biting it softly. I made my way up to his ear and ran my nose along the outer shell before nipping at it.
He growled at the action and moved his hips against mine. I stopped my attack and moaned lightly. Breathing roughly, we both reached for each other's face and our lips met once again. My whole body was burning and it didn't look like it was going to stop.
There's a she wolf in your closet,
Open up and set her free, awoo!
"Oh shit, that's me," I said breathlessly once I moved back and reached for my phone that had got thrown carelessly on my seat. From the song, I knew who it was.
"Let me guess," Derek responded in a husky voice with an eye roll. "It's Scott."
"Whoa, you're like psychic," I told him in shock as I held up the screen that showed Scott's name and picture of him sleeping with his mouth wide open. I sighed, "He's probably freaking. I should answer him." With that, I went to slide the bar to answer when it was pulled out of my hands.
I looked at Derek in surprise as he waited for the call to end before sending twin a message saying I was busy and couldn't talk but that I'd meet them in class later. Then he shut my phone off and tossed it back to the abandoned seat.
"Now," He cleared his throat with a devious smile. "Where were we?"
I ask again, y u do dis 2 me, Sexy?
A/N: Heyyy! One less month that last update! I'm improving yo. Can I just say one thing? Demily. Bruh, bruh, bruuuuh, that ending! U know u lurrrrrved it! And hey, Erica is finally here! Not that Emily can remember her name for the life of her. So kiddies, I want to play a game. I have a scavenger hunt of sorts for you all. Throughout the chapter, Emily called Erica 14 other names. The quest is for you to find them and put them in the order they appeared. The winner gets a prize, don't worry. The winner will be featured as a special guest character in the story. There is only one winner, so FIRST COME FIRST SERVED. Interested? U know u is, no lie. So until next time, lovelies.
QUESTIONNAIRE
TeenWolf136: Do you have any feelings for Isaac, or is it just Derek?
Emily: La Blue Eyes-aac? Oh yeah, he's adorbs and his smile is sooo nice. Of course I like Isaac! He's the home slice, or as my mother says 'home chop' or 'home cut'. Ugh mothers right? Moving on, Derek is the babe and my feelings for him are out of this world! Seriously, I mean like its way out there on a whole other planet. Like Pluto.
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Huh, what'd you say?
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It's not a planet? When the hell was this announced?
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Took too long, don't care anymore. Okay so the question, feelings for Isaac. I like him though not as much as my Derek, but he cute. Is that good enough? Great! So back to this Pluto ish; it's still a planet – EMILY HAS SPOKEN.
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Shelb13: Would you consider dating Isaac at all?
Emily: Straight to the point, huh? I certainly don't mind…especially when my Sexy (and his ass, oh his ass) is involved. Oh right, my bad. Come on, focus Em. Okay so Isaac, the blue-eyed baby werewolf. Wow, both questions were about him.
Isn't he Mr. Popular?
Alright let's see, Isaac is cute and when he smiles he's like wow…Hem, hem. Anyways, I never thought of it. I have Derek and me like him lots. Would I date Isaac? I don't know…maybe if I met him before Derek. Ah, but don't tell Derek this or I will deny it! What if he thinks that time I went to the boys' bathroom was for Isaac? He'll eat me alive! So keep it hush, hush.
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You know what, on second thought…
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