I shuffled around feeling someone tap on my shoulder, groaning trying to fall back asleep. "Wake up, girly girl!" Someone said with the girly voice. For sure it is not Scott, Derek wouldn't even come into my house. My eyes slowly fluttered open to meet Stiles staring down at me with a grin.

"Stiles!? What the hell!?" I exclaimed, rubbing my eyes. "Are you gay?" I asked, staring at him. "There is nothing wrong with that. I will always sup-" I was cut off by Stiles.

"I'm not gay." He responded. "I just realized that would be the perfect way to wake you up because obviously you're not a morning person." He pointed out, making me look at him with a glare as a sigh of frustration escaped me.

"I hate you, Stiles." I hissed, throwing the sheets off me and walked out of Scott's room into my own.

I walked into my bathroom, shutting the door behind me and stripping my clothes of into the laundry basket, brushing my teeth, washing my face before walking into the tub and starting the water causing the head of the shower to let out water and instantly come in contact with my body.

Washing my hair with shampoo, washing it clean until the shampoo wasn't on my hair anymore, I grabbed my body wash and started washing my body until it smelt like strawberries. My favorite body wash is strawberry scent.

I sighed stepping back and turning off the shower after I was done with everything else, throwing my shaver into the trash and wrapped my body with a towel. I walked towards the bathroom door pulling it open and a scream almost escaped my throat when I saw. "Derek? What are you doing here?" I whispered, staring at him with wide eyes.

But what confused me was that he wasn't looking at my face, my eyes followed his gaze causing me to gasp and clutch the towel tighter to my body realizing I was only covered in a short towel. "I should...Um. Change..." I forced out awkwardly, rushing over and grabbed my clothes before heading back to the bathroom, with my face burning from embarrassment. I face palmed pushing myself away from the door and quickly got dressed. I dried my hair straightening it before doing my makeup. I stepped out of the bathroom staring at Derek shyly as he looked away from the window and at me.

"Not to be rude or anything, but what are you doing in here and how did you get in here?" I asked curiously, he stared down at me.

"To answer your question, this wasn't hard." He pointed at the window. "You should start locking your windows." I locked back at my window with my cheek latched onto my teeth. "And I came here to give you this." He revealed a ring causing me to stare down at it with a frozen look. "Werewolves heal on their own, pixies on the other hand need this ring to heal." He revealed causing me to stare down at it. "Never take it off continue wearing it." I sucked in a breath staring down at the ring that he placed into my hand carefully.

"Okay." I looked up at him with a tiny smile. "Thank you." My attention was caught by a loud crashing sound coming from the bathroom, making me curse at myself for putting the straightener on the edge of the counter.

I rushed into the bathroom picking it up before rushing my way back out. "Der-" I cut myself off realizing he left making me shake my head and walk over to my window, shutting it closed and making sure to lock it.

I looked down at the ring chuckling. "At least it looks great." I slipped the ring onto my ring finger before grabbing my bag and making my way out of my room, rushing down the stairs and out the front door towards Stiles' jeep. I slipped inside the back. "What took you so long?" Scott asked, turning around but his eyes instantly fell on the ring around my finger. "Where did you get that?" He questioned curiously, as he stared down at it carefully.

"Derek." I revealed, but before I could speak up and explain, Stiles cut me off.

"Wait...He proposed!?" Stiles exclaimed, causing me to sigh and shake my head. "You both were dating behind our backs?" He continued on, causing Scott and I both to slap each side of his heads. "Ow! Stupid twins." He grumbled under his breath.

"Let me explain." I demanded, as soon as Scott stared at me with narrowed eyes. "He told me this ring would help me heal. I'm not like a werewolf to heal on my own." I explained, causing Scott to sigh in relief.

But soon his relief expression faded as he looked back at me with a puzzled look. "When and where did he give that to you?" His voice was filled with force and demand.

I rolled my eyes at his protectiveness. "He gave it to me today." I revealed. "In my room." His eyes grew wide as he stared at me with a shocked look.

"He was in the house!?" He exclaimed. "With you alone!?" He continued to yell, causing Stiles to hiss and slow done the car a little. "I don't want him anywhere near you, he can't be trusted. And if you two both have a relationship, I won't hesitate to kill him." He threatened, causing me to sigh and shaky my head.

Well...About that. "I'm not in a relationship with him." I reassured. But he is my mate. "He gave me this ring to heal me that's it." I continued to inform him. Scott nodded in relief, turning back to the window as I bit the side of my cheek.

Scott explained to us the dream he had as we slipped out of Stiles' jeep. "So you killed her?" Stiles asked, swinging his bag over his shoulder. I held my purse to my shoulder as we walked towards the school's entrance.

I crossed my arms. "I don't know. I just woke up. And I was sweating like crazy, and I couldn't breathe." I was there with him, how come I didn't wake up? "I've never had a dream where I woke up like that before." He admitted.

"Really? I have." Stiles said, causing Scott and I both to look over at him. "Usually ends a little differently." I scrunched my face up in disgust.

"Too much information, Stiles." I shook the thought out of my head.

Scott had the same horror look on his face. "'A,' I meant I've never had a dream that felt that real, and 'B,' never give me that much detail about you in bed again." I nodded in agreement with 'B' Not wanting to ever hear that again.

"Noted." Stiles confirmed. "Let me take a guess here –" He was soon interrupted by Scott.

"No, I know, you think it has something to do with me going out with Allison tomorrow, like I'm gonna lose control and rip her throat out." Stiles and I both shared a look. I awkwardly look the other way.

Stiles looked hesitant. "No, of course not." He lied, looking at Scott hesitant. "Yeah, that's totally it." Scott's head hung low nodding. "Hey, come on, it's gonna be fine, all right? Personally, I think you're handling this pretty freakin' amazingly. You know, it's not like there's a lycanthropy for beginner's class you can take."

"Yeah, not a class, but maybe a teacher." I raised an eyebrow.

Stiles had a look on his face. "Who, Derek?" My heart instantly fluttered at his name. "You forgetting the part where we got him tossed in jail?" Looking at the two with a disappointed look.

"That was a stupid move." I commented, glaring at the two of them.

"Yeah, I know, what we did to Derek was wrong but chasing her, dragging her to the back of the bus, it felt so real."

"How real?" I proceeded to ask, deciding to jump into the conversation.

Scott looked over at me with a sigh. "Like it actually happened." He responded, making me look at him hesitantly.

"I think it did..." Stiles said, catching both mine and Scott's attention.

There stood across the parking lot caution tape and there was a school bus there with police surrounding it including Sheriff Stilinski. I sucked in a huge amount of air when my eyes landed on the blood.

Stiles, Scott, and I rushed down the corridors, searching for Allison everywhere. Scott obviously was worried that something actually did happen to her after seeing what happened outside. "She's probably fine." Stiles tried to reassure.

Scott had his phone in his hand. "She's not answering my text. Stiles." He continuously looked at his phone with hope in his eyes.

"It could just be a coincidence, all right?" Stiles concentered. "A seriously amazing coincidence." He continued, I sighed looking around us.

"Just help me find her. Okay?" Stiles and I both nodded looking all around the crowded corridors. "Do you see her?" He asked, I shook my head, walking away from the two and made my way down the hallway.

I looked all around but couldn't catch a glimpse of the brunette anywhere, looking over to see Stiles making his way towards me. "She's here with Scott." I sighed in relief, thanking god she was okay and nothing happened to her.

Stiles poked my hand causing me to look over at him. "Look at him." He pointed at Jackson who did not look happy as he stared at his smashed locker. Who did that? My eyes averted to Scott who looked guilty as hell. "What are you looking at? Asswipe." Jackson hissed at my brother, causing me to roll my eyes at him.

Scott shook his head not saying anything and walked towards me, swinging his arm over my shoulder as we made our way to chemistry class. My smile instantly faded away when I saw Mr.Harris standing there. I really didn't like him at all.

We walked over to our seats, I sat in front of Stiles while Scott and Stiles sat beside each other. "Maybe it was my blood on the door." Scott suggested not sure.

"Could have been animal blood." My eyes widen at Stiles' suggestion, making me cringe and hope to god Scott didn't kill anything. "You know, maybe you caught a rabbit or something." I nodded my head in agreement with Stiles.

"Possibly possible." I commented in agreement.

"And did what?" Scott asked.

Stiles shrugged. "I don't know. Ate it." He suggested, making me scrunch my face in disgust.

Scott scrunched his face in disgust as well. "Raw?" I chuckled, shaking my head preventing myself from face palming my forehead.

Stiles gave him a look of disbelief. "No, you stopped to bake it in a little werewolf oven." Stiles said sarcastically, making me let out a little silent laugh. "I don't know, you're the one who can't remember anything." He pointed out.

"Okay..." I began. "What if you didn't kill anything or anyone, something else could of caused that." I suggested, Stiles nodded in agreement.

"Yeah. She's right." He agreed with me.

"Mr. Stilinksi, if that's your idea of a hushed whisper, you might want to pull the headphones out every once in a while." I rolled my eyes at his comment. "I think you, Mr. and Ms. McCall would benefit from a little distance, yes?" I cursed him out under my breath. I barely even talked. He just loves torturing me that ugly bastard.

"No." Stiles responded.

"Ms. McCall, to that seat." He pointed at the seat beside Jackson, making me roll my eyes and collect my things walking over to the seat next to Jackson and sitting down quietly. "Mr. Stilinski over there." He pointed at another seat.

The three of us were all separated. "Let me know if the separation anxiety gets to be too much." I smirked, raising my hand up causing Mr. Harris to sigh in annoyance. "Yes, Ms. McCall?" I put my hand down.

"I can't breathe!" I placed my hand on my chest. "My chest hurts, I think the Anxiety is getting too much." I sassed, causing everyone in the classroom to start laughing.

I smirked at Mr. Harris who was sending me a challenge look and I returned one back, before he could say anything a girl beside Scott was heard. "Hey, I think they found something." She said, causing all Stiles, Scott, and I to all look at each other.

Everyone in the classroom got up and rushed towards the window. I stayed in my place before standing up walking towards Stiles and Scott. "That's not a rabbit." Scott pointed out, with sadness and guilt plastered onto his face.

I gasped staring out of the window to see an ambulance there with a body lying there, they placed the body on the stretcher taking it towards the ambulance and that was until the body launched forward causing everyone to scream.

Stiles looked hesitant. "Okay. This is good, this is good. He got up, he's not dead. Dead guys can't do that." I sucked in a breath not sure about this situation at all. I didn't know what to think. I was just standing there blank.

"I did that..." Scott trailed, with sadness and guilt plastered onto his face.

I couldn't help but feel my heartbreak just staring at him with those expressions.