"Scott why are you waking me up?" Are muffled words from the pillow I had thrown over my face 5 seconds earlier. The question was so faint I would be surprised if he heard them, even with werewolf hearing.

Oh but he does and manages to whisper from the ground and directly into the high opening of my window," I know you heard the gunshots and growls! We have to go!"

"Yes I did but I prefer to think those were in my dreams, and Jacob Black has come for me his long lost love... along with the boys from Takers," I grumble but start pushing the covers off and searching my room to find pants in the dark. Maybe I should just go in my sleeping shorts, everyone's seen me in them, wether I wanted to or not.

My dark green leggings come into view and I reach over for them when I've finished throwing on the black long sleeve on the wooden floor, who gives a shit if I were a bra right?

"Hurry!" Scott silently yells.

"Calm your furry ass down!" I yell right back at the same level as him, in search of a boot or sneaker, hell even a damn flip flop would help massively right now I'm practically on all fours scouring the ground. This reminds me very much of Black Fridays in LA with Lydia.

"It can't be this fucking hard every day and night," I complain to no one. Apparently now I'm talking to myself, yes people this is what the supernatural does to you, turns you into Shane Walsh.

"What are you doing?" a groggy Jackson voice cause me to yelp and turn around. Holy crap, I was so concentrated in searching for shoes I didn't hear him.

He's standing in only his lacrosse sweats that were probably in one of the drawers from the many times he's slept here overnight. His body covering the entire space necessary for me to get out. Listen I'm all for girl code and stuff but I have to admit that Jacksons physique is hot as hell, even his jaw line is perfect and he's just woken from bed. Fortunately for myself I like my men taller and slightly tanner, as much as I hate to admit it as well, I prefer green eyes over blue any day. Thoughts like these pass my mind at the most inappropriate moments, especially when he's waiting for an answer while I stare at his abs. Did he just gain another ab by the way? Lydia really is one lucky bitch. Okay focus Imelda!

As cool and non-suspect as possible I answer my concerned friend," nothing, I was looking for shoes to go sit outside."

"Why?" He asks, face tensing," and who were you talking too?"

Forcing my rigid shoulder to shrug I answer," I can't sleep, you know how It is Jackson, and I was talking to myself."

"Then why do you look like you're going to go out?" He questions further.

I scoff," I am not dressed like I'm going out, I'm dressed like I'm tired of staring at the white ass walls in my room, probably the same color as your ass, and would much rather sit outside, warm, then try to fall asleep on one of the couches and if you don't believe me I'm not wearing a bra okay. No you cannot come check."

He smirked and turned right back around," let me grab a sweater and I'll come with you."

Without thinking I lowly growled, dammit Jackson and your constant need to be up my ass. I mean listen, I'm happy he's concerned for but just once go back to sleep and let me go fight the big ass alpha trying to get my friend.

"Scott just go, I'll try to get away," I whisper and hear him groan before running off.

What a nice night, I get woken up to go Batman on a fucking annoying ass alpha and instead have to lay on my cold ass porch.

"So happy I woke up for this shit," I mumble to myself as I walk out of my warm room.

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I was anxious and paranoid the majority of the night. My right leg was constantly moving and shifting around while Jackson talked aimlessly. I listened to half of what he said while most of my brain was concentrated on the noises far away. There was another couple rounds of gunshots that were loud enough for me to hear. It went quiet well after that, although it did little to calm my swirling mind.

Jackson and I managed to fall asleep on the comfortable couches in my living room. Lydia showed up in the morning with coffee and yet again another outfit choice for me. Today's outfit choice consisted of light washed skinny jeans a navy blue crew neck and blue vans.

Lydia left her car in my driveway and rode with Jackson while I happily denied the chance to sit in the back of a cramped Porsche and chose to instead drive Andre. I wasted no time in shutting off my engine in search of Scott which didn't come until 2nd period.

"Scott what the fuck happened," I quietly whispered when we both say on our assigned desks, luckily at the back of the class. The teacher merrily glanced up in distaste at my cursing, I shrugged my shoulder right back at him. Listen I will not cut back on cursing just because someone thinks it's unladylike. I'm a women of the 21st century, fuck anyone who thinks a stereotype will define.

He doesn't see the grandpa at the front staring death at me and my mouth, "I have no clue, when I got there it was only Argent and some women holding a gun. They were talking about someone being shot and leading them to the alpha."

"Was Derek there?" I asked curiously.

He nods," yes but he was gone when I arrived."

I quirked an eyebrow," really?"

"What?" He says.

"Nothing... it just doesn't seem like something that he would do," I answered.

Stiles little spastic self walked in then, speed walking down to where we sat while many others walked in behind him.

Apparently, like me, Stiles doesn't beat around the bush because he sat down and started to question my fellow teen wolf," if Derek's not the alpha, and he's not the one that bit both of you then who did?"

Scott looks lost and answering as best as possible," I don't know."

"Did the alpha kill the bus driver?" He asked again.

I shrugged my shoulders at him which agitated him, I could tell he was searching for more questions and when he found one he asked," does Allison dad know about the-"

"I don't know!" Scott cut his friend off, turning to stare at him.

Some of the kids in the class turned to look at us confused, I glared at Scott for being so loud and practically exposing our conversation. Our teacher then walked down the aisle and handed each of us our test back, Stiles and I both smiled proudly at our matching A's while Scott had a defeated look on his face at his D.

Stiles looked and commented,"dude you need to study more."

I agreed," yeah you do."

When Scott sets his paper down on the desk roughly agitated Stiles continued," that was a joke? Come on man it's one test you can make it up, do you want help studying?"

"I can set you up with some professors that really know this stuff," I tried helping.

He shakes his head," no, I'm studying with Allison later."

Stiles instantly had a little percent smile on his face as he began to cheer on his friend," that's my boy!"

Scott corrected him," we are just studying."

It didn't matter though because to Stiles it meant something entirely different, "no your not! Not if I'm forced to live vicariously through you! If you go to her house today and squander that colossal opportunity I swear to god I'll have you deballed."

"Okay Stiles," I manage to say," I think he gets it! Besides if you're living through him that's weird! What if you had a sister named Tessa and Scott was dating her?"

Stiles stared at me, disgusted at the visual picture I had painted. I just shrugged my shoulders," you said you wanted to live through him."

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"So I keep wanting to ask you something but never get the chance to," Stiles says once Scott has left our table, apparently he had forgot a book in his last class.

I looked up from my Ruffle bag, they are heaven and my favorite thing to eat," what did you want to ask?"

Stiles seems to deliberate over asking me the question while I reach for the mango snapple sitting in front of my chip bag.

"What's under the tarp?" Stiles blurts out.

I almost choke on the juice when he says tarp, before composing myself. He can't know about the tarp, there's no way," what tarp?"

"The tarp in your garage! It's a car right? Otherwise why would it be in the garage," he continues to press on.

My skin suddenly starts to burn, hotter and hotter. I can hear my heart speeding up when he begins to put things together," how did you know about the tarp?"

His hazel eyes continue to just watch me for any signs of despair, what he doesn't know is I'm the Queen of keeping calm under a disaster. No matter how small.

"Uh, the day Derek took you. I woke up and searched for you everywhere, I went into your garage to see if you had left but noticed your blue car was there and I saw the tarp," he answered, detailed.

I don't know why; maybe it was those light brown eyes that seemed to what to know the answers like I'd give them to him or the fact he questioned me so personally with such a short time of our friendship but my grip on the bottle got tighter to the point where I could hear tiny cracks begin to commence in the glass and my blood boiled.

I took a deep breath, my eyes narrowed at Stiles," first Stiles my car is not just a car, his name is Andre after my favorite member of Outkast, second of all don't ever ask about the tarp understood? What's under that tarp is no ones business, especially not someone I've just only met. Stiles, you've been a good friend so far, don't step over the line or I might just use you as bait for the alpha."

With that I picked up my chips and juice and stomped out of the lunchroom, not even taking a second glance at the golden eyed boy who was far too concerned of me for my own liking.

I managed to make it near the girls bathroom, where the temperatures in the surrounding hallway were always colder and easier to breathe. Leaning against the nearest wall I managed to get my emotions in order and hands to stop trembling.

"Why'd you run?" Lydia asked me, walking forward faster. Allison behind her and eyes concerned.

I smiled weakly," yeah, I'm fine."

"What happened? You and Stiles looked like you were fighting?" Allison asked.

I shook my head," no, Stiles can sometimes get a little overbearing. Its okay, he means well I'm just not use too him."

Lydia and Allison nodded, my best friend looking slightly suspicious but I waved her off and chugged the rest of my drink. It's cooling feeling going through my body.

"Come on, Lydia says" lets get walking."

"So what's up with all of you?" I asked the girls, trying to direct the conversation anywhere but me.

"Allison was just talking about Scott coming over tonight to hers," Lydia answers, double meaning behind her words.

"We're just studying," Allison says, her cheeks pink.

I snorted, remembering my conversations with the boys earlier while Lydia tells Allison," just studying never ends with just studying. It's like getting into a hot tub or moving around in a small car, someone eventually cops a field. Imelda knows that all too well."

I flipped her off in response, and while Allison laughed at my action she also asked her," so what are you saying?"

"I'm just saying, you know," Lydia slowly explains," make sure he covers up."

Allison looks even further confused, Lydia and I laughing silently when I try to answer," she means make sure he wears a condom."

Allison finally understanding laughs," are you kidding me? After one date?"

"Don't be a total prude, Lydia says," give him a little taste!"

I laugh harder," what she also means is, just make sure you have a good time with him. Clothes on or off."

"How much is a little taste?" Allison questions innocently.

"Oh my god," Lydia turns and stares at Allison," you really do like him. Don't you?"

Really she's just noticed that? I could tell from their first conversation they liked each other more then normal. Granted I was there and Lydia wasn't but still!

"Well!" Allison defends," he's just different! When I first moved here I had a plan, no boyfriend till college I just moved too much but then I met him and..."

"The rest is a beautiful love song that only Bruno Mars could write," I finish for her, my teasing tone cause our Snow White lookalike to laugh and push me gently.

The bell rings then and I say goodbye to my two friends," I'll see you guys, history awaits."

"Tell Jackson I love him!" Lydia yells to me.

I turn and shake my head," can't! That would make me throw up!"

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"Hey Jack-Jack!" I say to the blonde next to me, trying to seem les than annoyed.

He groans," how many times do I have to ask you not to call me that! We watch The Incredibles once and you think Ive turned into the baby."

I shrug my shoulders," hey at least I've stopped calling you Jackie Burkart."

He rolls his eyes, good at least he's not suspicious.

"Ms. Drake!" The teacher calls my last name cause my head to shoot up," you've got a pass to the Ms. Morells office!"

I groan, all I want to do is sink away into nothing now. Since I've put off going to see that dreadful women now I have to deal with her which will probably last until the end of the day.

My life rocks.