I had finished getting dressed into my outfit. I stepped back as I zipped up my makeup bag and placed my straightener back into the drawer. Walking out of my bathroom, the same time Scott barged into my room with a panic look. "I need you to help me find something to wear." Scott said, almost like he was begging me.

I nodded my head, shutting my homework up and walked with him towards his room. "Let's see what you have." I opened his closet and boy did I regret it. "You have the most hideous clothes ever." I commented, causing him to look at me offended by my comment.

"They're not that bad." I looked over and him pulling out a blue stripped shirt with a raised brow.

"Seriously Scott? Blue and white stripped polo?" He scoffed taking the shirt away from my hand.

"That's my lucky shirt." He shot me a glare, making me roll my eyes and look back into the closet, trying my best to at least find one decent looking shirt. "You have to have something decent in here." I said, throwing half his ugly clothes out of the closet. "Ew." I muttered, as I passed to the next one. "Ew." I continued on hearing Scott sigh from behind me. "E-" I cut myself off when my eyes landed on a decent looking clean shirt.

I took it out of the closet holding it up to Scott. "This doesn't look bad." I admitted, staring at him.

"Finally, look what mess you made." I looked around the room to see clothes filled onto his bed.

I shrugged. "I need to take you shopping some day and buy you nice clothes instead of...those..." I trailed, causing him to send me a look. "Both you and Stiles really need my help." I said taking out jeans and handing them to him. "You need a haircut as well." I pointed out causing him to slowly touch his hair offended.

"There is nothing wrong with my hair and clothes." Scott defended himself as I continued to make my way out of his room.

"Keep telling yourself that." I told him over my shoulder, shutting the door behind me and walking to my room.

I went back to my seat on my computer desk and continued to write down my homework, pushing my hair back leaning over. I heard a knock on my door causing me to look up and see Scott entering. "I'm leaving." He informed me, causing me to stand up from my spot.

"I actually need you to drop off my clinic since I left my jacket there and my phone is there." I told him, he nodded his head.

"But who is going to pick you up?" He asked,

I put my lips in a line. "I'll just call Stiles." He nodded, motioning me to follow him.

I followed Scott as we climbed down the stairs and towards the front door. We both went towards the car and slipped inside. Scott started the car before driving off. "Whatever Jackson does or says don't let it get to you. The last thing we want is for him to see you shift." I told him, causing him to glance at me.

"Yeah, I know." He reassured. "And I won't shift."

I crossed my arms. "He's already onto your ass, thinking you're on some kind of drug." I continued to tell him, causing him to look over at me surprised. "He told me that no matter what it takes he'll find out what you've been taking." He let out a nervous chuckle. "He won't find out." I reassured. "It's Jackson he'll get off your ass soon. I hope." I muttered the last part.

I sucked in a breath when Scott stopped in front of the clinic. "Thanks." I climbed out of the car and looked back at Scott. "Have fun!" I told him with a smile before shutting the door closed and walking towards the clinic as Scott drove off.

I walked up to the clinic and grabbed the key that was in its hidden place, unlocking the door stepping inside. The cold air of the clinic greeted my body as I walked towards the back of the room where my jacket was at on the chair. I picked it up taking my phone out and turning it on to see if I got any messages which I did from my mom and Stiles.

I locked my phone and turned off the lights walking out of the clinic, shutting the door and locking it back up, placing the key back to where it was. I stepped away from the clinic dialing Stiles' number looking around the place, hoping he'd answer but he didn't. I sighed annoyed, sitting down on the bench. Dialing his number once again but he didn't pick up, I groaned annoyed. "Dammit Stiles." I cursed, locking my phone back up but that was until a car drove by or should I say stopped in front of me.

I didn't want to look up too scared to even see who it is. It could be a kidnapper or a rapist for all I know. I don't want to get kidnapped. I felt panicked but my brain betrayed me and caused my head to snap up meeting the black Camaro with Derek Hale walking towards me carefully.

He looked at me confused. "What are you doing out here? Alone?" He asked, as he approached me.

I stood up from my seat on the bench and walked closer to him as we both stopped when we were inches apart. "Um...I told Scott to drop me off. I needed my jacket from the clinic." I informed him. He glanced down at my jacket.

"Do you have a ride home?" He asked curiously, I sucked in a breath watching the cars pass by on the road.

"Stiles of course was supposed to be my ride but of course he won't answer." I narrated, facing him once again.

"Get in. I'll give you a ride." He uttered, opening the passenger side for me.

I bit my lip looking up at him shyly and walked over slipping inside the passenger seat letting him shut the door behind me as soon as I got in. He walked the other way as I strapped my seatbelt, Derek slipped inside strapping his own seatbelt before starting the car and drove off.

I continued to play with my hands as I kept my eyes on the window. "I need to head to the gas station if you don't mind." Derek's voice filled my ears making me flutter my eyes closed at his voice.

I turned to him. "Do whatever you need to do." I flashed him a smile causing him to slowly pause for a second and scan my face before looking back at the road and taking a turn into the gas station.

He turned off his car as we both unstrapped our seatbelt and slipped out of the car. Derek grabbed the gas bump and placed it into his car, while I leaned against it watching him fill gas into his car, his biceps caught my attention. The way it would pop out every time he'd move his arm.

My attention got caught by a black SUV entering the gas station. I expected it to go to the next tank but it actually stopped in front of Derek's car making me furrow my brows in confusion. Another black SUV pulls up behind his car blocking him in making me glancing back and forth confused.

Two men step out of one of the cars as Allison's dad steps out of the other. My breath caught my throat. Derek grabbed my arm pulling me behind him but held me closely as he stood in front of me protectively. I held onto Derek's arm due to nervousness as I watched Mr. Argent carefully.

He walked towards Derek confidently until he saw me, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion seeing me with Derek. "Layla?" He said, causing Derek to tense and slowly look down at me. "How are you?" He played it off asking me a boring question.

I swallowed thickly and nervously. "Good." I forced out, squeezing Derek's bicep as I stared at Mr. Argent warily while he stared back at me with that look.

He narrowed his eyes at me. "That's great." He muttered, while Derek carefully watched him. "Nice ride." He complimented, walking over towards Derek's car.

The tank pump stops working, Derek slowly place it back where it was as he watched Argent carefully. He twisted the cap of his gas tank shut, shutting it back up. "Black cars, though." He continued as I continued to stare at the hunter in front of me carefully. "Very hard to keep clean. I would definitely suggest a little more maintenance. If you have something this nice, you want to take care of it, right? Personally, I'm very protective of the things I love. But that's something I learned from my family. And you don't have much of that these days. Do you?" My lips slightly fell open at his harsh comment as I watched him clean the windshield..

What kind of human being would say such disgusting words? I squeezed Derek's arm as soon as I felt Derek getting angry. "There we go. You can actually look through your windshield now. See how that makes everything so much clearer?" I got closer to him rubbing his arm placing my hand over his clenched fist, closing the gap between us causing Derek to look down at me as I sent him a calm look.

His muscles slowly let loose and relaxed against my body. I watched Argent carefully walk over to his car, but Derek decided not to remain quiet. "You forgot to check the oil." I closed my eyes tightly, letting go of him and placing my hand on my forehead.

Argent looked back at Derek with a smile. "Check the man's oil." He demanded one of his hunter's to do so, watching carefully as that one hunter made his way towards Derek's side window and with the butt of his gun he smashed it against the window causing me to flinch and gasp cupping my mouth. Derek on the other hand didn't even flinch one bit, while I on the other hand was scared to death.

The hunter smirked, glancing at me. "Looks good to me." The man commented, causing me to scoff.

Argent looked over at Derek. "Drive safely." They all slipped inside their SUV before driving off as Derek and I watched carefully.

As soon as they left I ran a hand through my hair shakily. Derek turned around to look at me, sucking in a breath. "They really are dangerous." I muttered, looking up at Derek.

"If Scott doesn't control..." He paused, staring at my worried face. "You know what'll happen." He jerked his towards the direction the hunters went.

I pushed my hair off my shoulder. "Did you really have to speak up about the oil?" I asked, giving him a disbelief look. Derek shrugged, making me roll my eyes. "You just wanted to make sure they knew you didn't care, right?" I looked at him curiously.

He walked closer to me closing the gap between us making my breathing stop. He placed his index finger under my chin, making me stare up at him. "Let's go." He whispered, pulling away from me making me feel slightly disappointed.

I nodded getting into Derek's car that had some pieces of glass into it, ignoring it and taking a seat before strapping my seatbelt. "You know...Whatever Chris said don't take it at heart." I spoke up as I watched the window ahead of us.

Derek glanced at me. "His words don't affect me." He reassured, I leaned back into the chair.

"I know but whatever anyone says don't take it at heart." I continued, he looked over at me.

"I reassure you I don't take anything at heart." I rolled my eyes at his comment.

I crossed my arms. "Of course cause your heart is stone cold." I muttered, but freezing when I realized Derek had werewolf hearing and obviously he caught it making me put my lips in a line and slowly glance at Derek who clutched onto the steering wheel tighter.

Derek remained quiet making me feel guilty for what I said. I need to watch my mouth. He took a turn into my driveway. I unstrapped my seatbelt turning to Derek who didn't spare me a glance. "Derek." I touched his arm softly causing him to look down at my hand on his leather jacket. "I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry." I apologized, causing him to slowly trail his eyes up my arm to my face.

He leaned over placing his hand onto my cheek, gently touching it. "It's fine." I gave him a small smile before he let go of my cheek. Instantly I missed his touch but ignoring it as I unstrapped my seatbelt slipping out of the car.

I glanced at him one last time. "Thank you." I said with a small smile before shutting the door and walking away from the car and towards the house, slipping inside meeting Scott's eyes.

He paused near the stairs. "Did Stiles drop you off?" Scott asked, curiously.

I shook my head in response, putting my lips in a thin line. "Stiles didn't answer his phone. Derek drove by and offered me a ride home." The look on Scott's face turned to anger and disappointment.

I rolled my eyes ignoring him. "You could've found someone else to bring you home." I sighed shaking my head.

"Mom was at work. Allison and Lydia were with you. Danny is partying at some party. So there was no one to take me home." I pointed out, giving him an annoyed look. "How did your date go anyways?" I proceeded to ask as we went into the kitchen.

He shrugged sitting on the chair. "It was okay." I nodded my head, throwing my jacked onto the chair before opening one of the cabinets.

"Good. Good." I repeated, grabbing the chips bag that was placed in there. I went to open the bag of chips up but that was until I heard someone scream causing Scott and I to both look at each other. I threw the chips bag on the table and ran up the stairs with Scott following after me.

We both heard yelling as we walked towards Scott's room, throwing the door open to see my mom holding a baseball bat as Stiles was on the bed with his hands held high in fear that my mom would hit him.

"Can you please tell your friend to use the front door?" Mom asked tiredly, I let out a little laugh as I approached my mom wrapping my arms around her.

Mom leaned her head against mine. "But we lock the front door. He wouldn't be able to get in." Scott pointed out. "Yeah, exactly. And, by the way, do either of you care that there's a police - enforced curfew?" Mom questioned, glancing between the boys in front of us.

"No." The three of us said at the same time, as I unwrapped my arms around my mom walking to stand beside Stiles.

"No." My mom repeated. "All right then. Well, you know what? That's about enough parenting for me for one night, so good night." She walked out leaving the three of us alone.

I slapped the back of Stiles' head as hard as I could. "OW! What the hell was that for!?" He exclaimed holding onto his sore spot.

"That's for not answering my phone calls." I snapped, giving him a glare.

"My phone wasn't with me." He defended himself. He turned back to Scott. "Anyways, my dad left for the hospital 15 minutes ago." He revealed, causing Scott and I to listen carefully. "It's the bus driver. They said he succumbed to his wounds." I bit my lip not getting what he meant.

"Succumbed?" Scott and I asked at the same time.

Stiles glanced between us. "He's dead." My eyes widen instantly as I gasped cupping my mouth, feeling sadness enter my heart.

Scott had an angry look plastered on his face before Stiles and I could say anything he jumped out of the window causing me to rush towards the window. "Where is he going?" I asked worriedly.

Stiles walked towards me and looked out the window as well. "I don't know." He responded.

Dammit. I looked back at Stiles. "I have to go." I rushed down the stairs, with Stiles following after me as I rushed out of the house.

"Where are you going?" Stiles asked, causing me to turn around and walk backwards.

"To make sure Scott doesn't kill Derek." I said, looking in front of me and rushing to the woods.

I don't care if Scott is my brother or not but I felt the need to protect my mate from my brother.