I was sitting on the couch in my living room. The room was mostly dark, apart from the light emitting from the television. Upon further inspection, I noticed an all too familiar scene on the television screen. For some reason, the hallway of my high school was being filmed and broadcasted. I could vaguely make out the outlines of students briskly making their way through the halls, but they were moving so fast the images were gone before I could even attempt to recognize them. The camera began to zoom in on the back of someone, they were leaning against a locker and it body was extremely identifiable.

I stood from the couch and crept closer to the screen, I could now make out Stiles' outfit. He had on those maroon colored pants and a jacket. His back was towards me, but I could tell that there was somebody on the other sides of him, someone that he was talking to. The camera then began to move and it started to turn, revealing the person that Stiles had been paying attention to. I didn't recognize her, but she was pretty. He was leaning on the locker with one arm above his head with a goofy grin on his face, that must be the girl that he likes, the one that he had tried to tell me about. A burning sensation, similar to what I felt when he told me about her, erupted in my chest and I nearly stumbled back from the intensity. Why does this hurt so much?

Even though it was killing me to see this, I couldn't pull my eyes away from the screen. Why does she make him so happy? What can she give him that I can't? I don't understand why she's so much more special than me? To be completely honest, she looks sort-of like me. We both have brown hair, and she's wearing skinny jeans and a gray shirt... much like my entire wardrobe consists of. So, if she's so much like me, what sets her apart from me? What makes her the girl. Has he even kissed her? Does he love her? Does she love him?

My questions came to a screeching halt when suddenly Stiles lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers. My stomach dropped and my heart shattered. I watched as the girl wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to her. Stiles' hands went to her waist as he tilted his head to the side to deepen the kiss. I could feel bile rising up the back of my throat and I covered my mouth with my hands, still unable to look away from this nightmare.

Stiles then turned around to face the camera and smirked, "Did you honestly think I would ever like you?"

"KASEY! Wake up!"

I jolted upright in my bed, my sheets were twisted around my legs and all of my pillows had been pushed to the floor. Scott was standing by my bedside, his face contorted into confusion at the sight before him. I ran my hands over my face, my skin damp from the sheer layer of swear sitting on top of me. My heart was beating erratically and I was breathing heavily. I'm not exactly sure what that dream's purpose was, other than to give me a massive wake up call about the fact that Stiles would never go for me.

I mean, the damn girl he was with was practically a spitting image of me-- yet he chose her.

Scott picked up my pillowed and gently placed them back on my bed, "You okay?"

I sighed as I ran my hands through my tangled hair, "Yeah, I'm fine."

"That didn't look fine... you sure you're okay?" he asked hesitantly, obviously aware of the fact that I didn't want to talk about the situation.

I didn't want to snap at him, he was just concerned and worried about my well-being... I can't be mad at him for that. I glanced at him with a brief smile on my face, "It was just a bad dream... nothing too serious."

"Last time you said that, we had to go to the hospital because you ended up in the bathroom with--" as he began to speak of the incident, the scar on my forearm throbbed from the memory.

My eyes widened as I quickly cut him off, "Scott, it's not like that this time. I swear."

"Kasey," he shook his head from side to side in slight annoyance, "I know that talking about your feelings isn't exactly a strong suit of yours, but if somethings up and you're feeling bad again you need to tell someone so we can get you help."

I threw the sweaty and sticky sheets off of me and then hopped out of bed. My head was pounding as I approached Scott, but I quickly pushed the thought of the pain away and stood to face my brother, "I'm okay. I promise."

He held my gaze momentarily before letting out a sigh, "If you say so."

"I do say so," I chuckled, "I swear, I'm okay. It was just a bad dream."

Scott nodded once, "Alright, I believe you. Now, get ready so we can get to school. I have some stuff to tell you and Stiles."

As soon as Stiles' name left Scott's lips my stomach lurched and the burning in my chest returned. All I could see was him kissing that girl and seeing his devious smirk right before I woke up. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me... why would I have a dream like that? I mean, why would my subconscious want to punish me like that?

I simply nodded in response to Scott, and then ran to the bathroom so I could get in the shower. As the cold water ran over my skin, it only reminded me of how cold I felt when I saw Stiles kissing that girl. I hated that feeling-- whatever it was, and I really hope I never have to feel it again. I don't know why it's bothering me so much now, because when he told me he had feelings for Lydia, I was okay with it. I had accepted my fate and moved on, in a way. Now, with this new girl... I'm turning into a hot mess.

After I finished my shower, I quickly changed into a pair of light denim skinny jeans with a loose fitted gray long sleeve shirt, the outfit just made me think of my dream again. It was eerily similar to what the girl had been wearing. For some stupid reason I wanted to straighten my hair, and I know it's because Stiles said he liked it that way. And because I want him to pay attention to me, I straightened it. Once I had my jewelry on and applied my usual make-up around my eyes, I headed downstairs.

Scott rolled his eyes as he approached the door, "Finally, let's go."

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Scott had been talking the entire ride to school, but for the majority of his rant... I was spaced out. My thoughts were consumed by anything and everything pertaining to Stiles. I've admitted to myself that I care about him more than I have let on in the past, which means I now have to admit to myself that it's a stupid crush that I need to get rid of. What good can come of me having feelings for my brothers best friend?

A piece of information from Scott that I had retained was that Derek had not been the Alpha like we had all originally thought, instead the Alpha was a totally separate being that wasn't even in the equation. According to Derek, the Alpha wanted Scott... more than likely to initiate him into the pack so they could create a bond. Scott seemed extremely calm as he relayed the information, so I decided that me worrying about something that he wasn't even worrying about was just unnecessary.

As Scott and I entered the school, my heart dropped to my stomach. I had a class with Stiles and I know for a fact that he is going to be upset with me after what I said last night. I crossed a line and looking back on it now, I understand that... but he just doesn't understand how I feel. A part of me thinks that if he was in my shoes, he would maybe grasp the situation better. Sadly, there isn't a way to explain that to him without me coming out and saying that I have feelings for him... which is something I don't want to do right now.

I entered the classroom and the moment I walked through the door, Stiles' head snapped up. We held eye contact briefly before he let out a sigh and turned his head away from me. I felt a pang of guilt in my chest when I caught the flicker of hurt burn out in his eyes. I swallowed dryly and maneuvered to my desk without so much as another glance in his direction. Scott took his seat precisely at the moment the bell rang.

My heart was on fire as I looked back at Stiles, he was tapping the eraser of his pencil against his desk absentmindedly, no doubt thinking of all of the mean things he wants to say to me. Our teacher stood from his desk and flashed a stack of papers in his hands at us, "These are your tests from the other day, some of you did excellent... other's, not so much."

I had totally forgotten about the fact that on top of all of this werewolf drama that we were still going to have to study and keep our grades up for school. For this particular test, I had studied a good two hours so I know that I did just fine on it... but the tests in the near and upcoming future, I'm not so sure about.

A test was placed on my desk and the bold A+ in the corner in bright red ink instantly brought a smile to my face. If there was something that never failed to make me happy, it was good grades. I work hard for them and I love seeing my hard work pay off in a positive way.

"Dude you need to study more," Stiles' voice filled the room. I turned my head to see that Scott's test had a large D- written on it. My brother flipped his test over and slumped back in his chair with a huff.

Stiles sighed, "That was a joke... dude it's one test, you can make it up. Do you want help studying?"

"No, I'm studying with Allison after school." he replied.

Stiles smiled, "That's my boy."

"We're just studying." Scott sighed.

Stiles leaned forward in his seat again, "Uh no you're not, not if I'm forced to live vicariously through you. If you go to her house today and squander that colossal opportunity, I--I swear to god I'll have you de-balled."

As I glanced at him, I noticed that the sun pouring in from the windows was hitting his eyes just right. You could see just how beautiful his hazel depths are. Brown eyes are just brown eyes, until you love someone with brown eyes... then they are so much more than that. I can see flecks of gold surrounding his irises. I can see passion and courage pooling beneath the surface. I can see his strength and bravery in the reflection of his corneas. I can see so much about him just in his beautiful brown eyes.

"Okay just--just no more questions man." my brother mumbled awkwardly.

He nodded, "Alright, no more questions. No more questions about the Alpha, or Derek. Especially Derek, who still scares me..."

"Kasey, can you text mom and tell her that I'm going to Allison's tonight, I don't have much battery and I don't want to waste it for later." Scott asked me, quickly changing the subject for his own benefit.

I hadn't realized that I was still gawking at Stiles, and at the mention of my name his eyes snapped up and he caught me staring. I quickly looked away and cleared my throat, "Oh, sorry I can't."

"Why not?" my brother dead-panned without humor.

"Because it's broken into several pieces that happen to be laying in the bottom of your garbage can." I chuckled dryly.

Scott's eyes narrowed in confusion, "You broke your phone and put it in my garbage can?"

"No," I shook my head from side to side, "no, I didn't break it. Derek broke it, and then I picked up the pieces and your garbage can was the closest so that's were my phones broken remains were laid to rest."

Stiles jumped in his seat slightly, "Derek broke your phone? When?"

He didn't appear to be all that angry with me at the moment, "He showed up last night looking for Scott and I ended up going in your room to close your window and he was in there and then I got pushed against a wall and my phone was--"

"He pushed you?!" Scott's voice boomed around the classroom and everyone turned to look at us. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks as the curious eyes of our fellow classmates lingered on us a moment longer before they went back to their previous affairs.

My brother cleared his throat and lowered his voice, "He pushed you?"

"I'm fine, honestly... my phone on the other hand, not so much." I responded.

Scott gestured to the right side of my neck, "Doesn't look like you're fine. He left bruises on you."

Instantly, my hand shot up to my neck to rub at the sore area. I had figured that I would get a bruise from Derek's tight grip, I just wasn't exactly sure what part of my neck it would be.

Stiles groaned, "I hate that guy."

"Stiles will you take Kasey home after school? I don't want her being alone right now." Scott sighed as he turned to face his best friend. I sucked in a breath as I glanced at Stiles, he nodded and resumed to making minimal eye contact with me.

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The time had finally come, I was going to have to face Stiles by myself. I wanted to tell Scott that I didn't want Stiles to take me home, but my brother had decided that he was gonna take the car to Allison's that way he didn't have to take his bike. Which meant I was either gonna have to ride with Stiles or walk... honestly, walking didn't seem like all that bad of an alternative at the moment. I've been dreading this all day, and I have no idea if he's going to give me the cold shoulder or not.

I was leaning against the railing to the stairs, watching my fellow classmates pour out of the building and head to their cars. I wonder if the girl that Stiles likes is among them? I wish I knew who it was, but at the same time I like not knowing. Sometimes, ignorance truly is bliss.

Stiles walked right past me, and I let out a sigh as I quickly went after him. I folded my arms over my chest as I attempted to keep up with his rigorous pace. I have no idea why he's practically running, he's still going to have to wait for me to get in the car before he leaves.

"I'm sorry, about last night." I blurted out, praying that maybe it would get a response from him.

Stiles nodded once, not bothering to glance in my direction, and continued to walk towards his jeep. I've never craved hearing his voice so much in my life-- I need to hear him crack a joke or make some weird reference to one of his goofy movie obsessions. I need him to stop ignoring me, because whatever it is I'm feeling now with him being mad at me is a million times worse than the jealousy I had been feeling last night.

I groaned and gripped the strap of my backpack, "Stiles please talk to me..."

"I don't have anything to say, Kasey." he replied as he pulled open his door, sliding into the jeep. I sighed once again and climbed into the passenger side in silence, this was the absolute worst. I don't know what else to say to him to get him to understand that I'm sorry.

Stiles was silent as I buckled my seat belt, once he knew that it was in place, he started the jeep. I glanced out the window as he backed out of his parking spot and slowly made his way into the line of cars of students attempting to escape the parking lot. I'm not sure exactly how far he had gotten from his spot before he slammed on his brakes.

Even though I had clicked my seatbelt into place, the weight of my body being pushed forward seemed to undo it. My chest hit the dashboard and my hand smacked against the door roughly. I whimpered as Stiles began to undo his seatbelt so he could help me back into my seat.

"Oh my God, oh my God... are you okay? I'm so sorry." he rushed out as he brushed my hair out of my face and inspected me for any damage. I have no idea why my seatbelt didn't stay locked in place, but that was obviously going to have to be looked at because that isn't safe.

I blinked rapidly as I held my hand to my chest in pain, "Yeah, yeah. I'm fine."

"You've got to be kidding me, this guy is everywhere." Stiles hissed, his eyes locked on something on the other side of the windshield. I glanced in the general direction, only to find Derek Hale standing in front of the jeep. His hair was damp and his eyes were squinted, he didn't look healthy in the slightest.

The cars behind us in the line started honking their horns. Upon inspection of the length of the line behind us, I knew we were going to have a lot of unhappy teenagers up our asses in a matter of seconds if Derek doesn't move his pale sickly ass out of the way. Why is he even in here in the first place?

Scott then appeared out of nowhere beside the jeep, "What are you doing?" he hissed as he made a break for Derek. Stiles jumped out after him. I winced as I followed suit, I noticed Jackson and Allison both climbing out of their cars in the back of the line, trying to catch a glimpse of what was causing the hold up. Several people were still honking their horns, which only set my nerves on edge. Derek needs to leave, like now.

"Guys we gotta get him out of the road," I stated evenly, noticing that Derek looked a hundred times worse up close. I cringed slightly at his pale skin and sweat dripping down his face.

My brother nodded, "Alright. Stiles, I'm gonna put him in your car."

I groaned in annoyance, "Are you kidding me?"

There was no time to argue because we really didn't have much else of a choice. Scott couldn't take him because he was supposed to be going straight to Allison's... plus, we can't exactly be seen with Derek. Not only is he still known as a fugitive, regardless of the charges being dropped, but he was also a werewolf... it's clearly not in our best interest to be hanging around him, due to the hunters being here and knowing about him. That could make us targets right off the bat.

I pulled the door open as Scott and Stiles pushed Derek into the passenger seat. Once he was situated enough to where he wouldn't fall over, I slammed the door shut and made my way to the drivers side of the jeep. I would have to clamber my way into the backseat now, which is probably safer considering I know for a fact that the seat belts back here stay locked in place.

"Find out the kind of bullet they shot me with," Derek wheezed out to Scott, who was standing beside the passenger window.

Scott rose an eyebrow, "How am I supposed to do that?"

"Because she's an Argent, she's with them." Derek pointed out as he winced in his seat, what the hell is he talking about? He was shot? The lady who shot him was an Argent? Wait-- if he was shot why isn't he healing? I thought werewolves healed quickly, at least that's what I've gathered from research and first hand encounters with Scott. He must have been shot by some kind of magic bullet or something.

"Why should I even help you?" Scott snapped, obviously still angry about the whole Derek pushing me into a wall thing.

Derek slowly turned to meet his gaze, "Because you need me."

"Alright, fine. Just--just get him out of here," my brother sighed as he directed his statement towards Stiles, who was now glaring at Derek.

"I hate you so much right now," he muttered as he started up the jeep and then peeled out of the parking lot. I sunk back further into the seat as Stiles remained silent and drove. Where exactly are we even supposed to take Derek? It's not like we actually want him around, regardless of Scott needing his help for anything werewolf related. Plus, we aren't exactly the ones who know what to do to help him after he was shot with whatever kind of bullet it was.

The jeep was silent other than the song playing faintly on Stiles' radio, I didn't recognize it and I didn't really care enough to try and figure out what song it was. No, once again the only thing my mind was set on is the boy in the drivers seat. At least he showed some concern when I hit the dashboard, so maybe he doesn't... hate me? I don't know what to think.

"So, not that I don't think you deserved to be shot, because you totally do, you're an asshole. But, what exactly are we supposed to do to help you?" I decided to break the silence, and since Stiles wasn't talking to me that left Derek as the only other person able to speak in the vehicle.

Derek struggled to get his jacket off, and when he did he tossed it to the floor, "Scott needs to find out what kind of bullet it was... if he can then maybe I can figure out what to do."

"I just texted him, he says he needs more time." Stiles muttered as he glanced at his phone, great. This is the last thing I wanted to do with my day. I am getting so sick of Derek just showing up everywhere, it's like he won't go away. He is the moth to our flame.

Stiles angrily tossed his phone down and then glanced at Derek, "Hey, try not to bleed out on my seats alright? We're almost there."

Derek was breathing raggedly as he tried to keep his head up, "Almost where?"

"Uh, your house?" Stiles replied as he shook his head in one of his sarcastic notions.

"What? You can't take me there." Derek panicked as he turned to face Stiles, he looked so weak and helpless.

I groaned in annoyance, "You can't go to your own house?"

"Not while I can't protect myself." Derek replied, his tone making it sound like it was the most obvious answer in the world. What is wrong with him? He's got some serious trust issues.

"Well if you're living somewhere and the only time you can be there is when you can protect yourself, you may want to consider moving... gee, you can even leave Beacon Hills. I hear Canada is nice this time of year." I retorted.

Stiles pulled over to the side of the road clearly frustrated with the entire situation at hand, "What happens if Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet? Hm? Are you dying?" he was shouting and looked very agitated. It certainly wasn't a look he had very often, and it was weird seeing him like this.

"Not yet, I have a last resort." Derek panted, his voice was shaking, something was definitely wrong with him.

I leaned forward in the seat so I could glare at him, "What do you mean?"

Derek then pulled his sleeve up, revealing what I assumed was his "gunshot" wound. But let me tell you, that looked more like a repulsive hole in his arm that was only getting worse by the second. It looked a thousand times worse than Scott's bite that he had shown me, and that looked pretty bad.

My hand flew up to my mouth and I flung myself back in the seat, "Oh my god!"

"What is that?!" Stiles sounded light headed as he pressed himself against his door, he was just as squeamish and put off by this kind of stuff as I was. Normally, I can handle it slightly better than he can, but that isn't a normal looking wound.

"Is that contagious? You should probably just get out," Stiles continued, sounding like he was about to get sick at any second. I had pushed myself as far away from Derek and the gaping hole in his arm as I could get, and I could still see the freaking thing from here.

Derek was still breathing heavily, "Drive the car, now."

"I don't think you should be barking orders with the way you look, okay? In fact, I think I could actually drag your little werewolf ass out and leave you in the middle of the road for dead." Stiles was getting angry again, and for some reason I was getting slightly agitated myself just watching him work himself up. I have a feeling that Derek is only adding to his anger, no doubt that most of it was due to the way I had treated him last night.

Derek faced him again, "Drive the car, or I'm gonna rip both of your throats out, with my teeth."

"Okay you know I'm really starting to get tired of your stupid threats. If you want our help you need to lay off the death threats," I muttered. Stiles groaned as he started the jeep and began to drive again.

This was quite possibly the worst idea in the history of bad ideas.. Ladies and gentleman, I present to you a typical Scott McCall plan.

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And here is chapter seven, woo. #Stasey with Derek, that's always fun. I can't wait until their relationship develops with more stuff going on right now. I want to right this entirely in Kasey's POV, so you guys really wont ever know what's going on through Stiles mind and why he acts the way he does... I feel like it's more suspenseful that way. So, fan, vote, and comment what you thought of this chapter! xx