Laura led the way into the kitchen as Peter went in the opposite direction, heading towards our fathers study. I walked into our large kitchen, annoyed but not completely surprised by the sight that greeted us.
Derek had our cousin, Jack, in a headlock and was punching him in the stomach, growling something about 'not touching his stuff'. I rolled my eyes and turned to Laura.
"Your turn." I announced, stepping back out into the hallway and searching for my boots. I shoved them on my feet and grinned as the shouting in the kitchen turned into silence. Laura had a way with people.
I walked back into the room to find everyone sitting nicely in wooden chairs around the polished oak table.
"Time to go," I said, looking at Derek. He was wearing his usual dark colours, including his leather jacket. He stood up stiffly, a glare plastered on his handsome features, his black hair stylishly messy and his grey-blue eyes shining with anger.
I led them out the front door, waving goodbye to our mother as she stood in front of the hallway mirror and tied her vivid red hair into a bun. She waved back cheerily before I shut the door.
As soon as we were off the porch steps, Derek sighed and ran his hands through his hair, messing it up further.
"Derek, you've seriously got to calm down," said Laura, frowning. "You can't just keep picking fights with every person you lay eyes on!"
Derek sighed again and looked at me as if for a second opinion. "Do you agree, Ginger?" he asked me.
I rolled my eyes and smirked at him , "Laura's right Der," I said, flipping my hair out of my eyes. "You need to chill out you animal."
He grinned at my belatedness and nodded in agreement. Good.
x x x
School wasn't that far away from our house, which was great considering we lived in the middle of the forest. The walk took just under ten minutes, by which time Derek was in a good mood - or as good as Derek's moods could get that is.
"We're going to have a crappy day." said Laura as we made our way through the chatting teens, glaring at people in our way; we'd been told to stay away from people, keep the werewolf secret exactly that, a secret. Rumors flew round about us of course; why we missed so many days of school, why we were such loners. We encouraged them, anything to keep people away from the truth.
"Yeah Laura, you're so open minded," Derek said sarcastically, rolling his eyes at Laura's gloomy mood.
"If you're too open minded, your brains will fall out," I warned him, grinning as he gave me a look.
x x x
The rest of the day was uneventful, just sitting at the back of the class and glaring evilly at anyone who so much as looked at me. The teachers had long since learned not to call on me for answers in class and just leave me to it, so that's how my day went by.
Eventually, the bell rung, signalling the end of the day. I walked swiftly out of class and met up with Derek and Laura outside. We headed out of the school gates, only one destination in mind.
I brushed past a boy - well, man suited him better - on the way out of the grounds. He was giving us a Look. It deserved the capital letter, it was the kind of look you'd get from someone plotting your death. He grinned at me and I turned away, frowning.
"Who's that?" I questioned out loud.
"Chris Argent," Derek murmured, quickening his pace. I snapped my head round to look at him; he had neat dark blond hair and gleaming green eyes. He didn't look much like a hunter.
"Ginger!" Derek said sharply, making me turn to look at him.
"What?" I asked innocently, raising my eyebrows. He frowned and quickened his pace again.
"Don't go near the Argent's," he said darkly, "They're bad news"
"And you'd know this how?" I asked, Laura also turning to glare at him accusingly. Derek looked uncomfortable.
"C'mon," he said, ushering us into our favourite cafe, "let's sit down for a while."
x x x
We sat there for two hours, talking about idle things like we always did after a day at school. We sipped our milkshakes and ate fries while Laura told us how she'd beaten someone up earlier today.
"-and that is basically why you shouldn't steal Laura's food." she finished with a grin. "Anyway, I gotta tell you something... but, it has to be back at the house." she said nervously. Woah, Laura, nervous? That was seriously out of character