𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐫𝐞𝐝 ▷ 𝐬. 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐢 ✓

𝟏𝟕. 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐲𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
good girl yasmine mccall

YASMINE MCCALL

"It's her." Stiles said immediately after the three of us walked out of Coach's class that had just ended.

"What do you mean?" Scott asked confused.

I sighed at how slow he was at times. "It's Allison," I said.

"Remember when you told me about the night of the full moon? You were thinking about her, right?" Stiles questioned. "A-about protecting her?"

Scott nodded slowly. "Okay."

"Remember the night of the first lacrosse game?" I asked my brother as I corrected my bag. "You said you could hear voice out on the field."

"Yeah, I did."

"So, that's what brought you back so you could score." Stiles stated as he and I shared the same theory about Allison's involvement in all of this mess. "And then after the game in the locker room, you didn't kill her! At least not how you were trying to kill us." Stiles motioned between himself and I.

I sighed when I saw the blank look on Scott's face. "She brings you back, is what we're saying."

"No, but it's not always true." Scott denied immediately after I'd spoken. "Because literally every time I-I'm kissing her or-or touching her-"

Stiles cut him off. "No, that's not the same, okay?! When you're doing that, you're just another hormonal teenage thinking about sex, y'know?" He stated and his eyes widened when he saw Scott's smirking face. "You're thinking about sex right now, aren't you?!"

"Yeah, sorry." Scott apologized with that same smirk on his face, making me slap his arm and mumble 'perv' under my breath.

"It's fine. Look, back in the classroom, when she was holding your hand, that was different, okay? I don't think she makes you weak, I think she actually-"

"Gives you control." I finished Stiles' sentence. "She's kinda like an anchor."

"You mean because I love her." Scott blurted out ever so regularly, making me almost choke on my breath as my eyes widened.

"Exactly." Stiles replied, acting like he hadn't just heard his best friend admit his love for his girlfriend.

I shook my head surprised. "Did you just say that?" I asked my brother, a huge smile on my face.

"Yes, he just said that." Stiles answered nonchalantly.

Scott grabbed my shoulders surprised, a surprised smile on his face. "I love her."

"That's great!" I freaked out.

"And moving on-" Stiles tried.

Scott shook his head rapidly. "No, no, no! Really, I think I'm totally in love with her."

Stiles' eyes flickered to me before he looked back at Scott. "And that's beautiful, now before you go off and write a sonnet, can we figure this out, please? Because you obviously can't be around her all the time!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, fine." Scott said to shut up Stiles. "So what do I do?"

Stiles sighed annoyed. "I don't know...yet!"

Stiles began twisting and turning weirdly and my brother and I both knew that it meant he was getting an idea, and that doesn't necessarily mean a good one.

"Oh, no. You're getting an idea, aren't you?" I asked dreading that I ever asked.

"Yeah."

Scott shared a look with me briefly. "Is this idea gonna get me in trouble?"

Stiles nodded fast. "Maybe."

"Is this idea gonna cause me psychical pain?"

"Yeah, definitely. Come on." Stiles nodded before he grabbed my wrist and pulled me with him down the hallway, Scott walking behind us.

^^^^

"What are we doing?" I asked confused.

Stiles had lead Scott and I out to the parking lot where only a few cars stood and a few sketchy looking men. Why he wanted us out here, I don't know, but I was sure that whatever he'd planned, it would be tough on Scott.

Stiles stopped Scott as he walked, making me stop walking as well. "Okay, stand right there. Do you have your keys?" Scott pulled out his keys from his pocket. "Perfect." He said and began fiddling with Scott's keys. "Hold them up like so." He instructed and made Scott hold up one key. "Now, whatever happens, just think about Allison. Try to find her voice like you did at the game. Got it?"

Stiles grabbed my arm and whispered the plan into my ear, making my eyes widen at his stupid ass plan. Before I could protest, he made me walk away so I wasn't standing so close to Scott, but on the other side of the car. Stiles, while walking casually, pulled out his own keys and scratched alongside the car before he stopped right next to me.

"Hey, hey hey! Dude, what do you think you're doing to that truck, bro?!" Stiles yelled loudly, catching the attention of the men whom the truck belonged to.

One man turned around as he heard Stiles yell loudly. "What the hell?!" He yelled at Scott when he saw the huge scratch on his truck and the key held in Scott's hand.

I cringed and had to look away when the angry man just walked right up to Scott and punched him in the face. Scott got up and tried to tackle the man like he would in lacrosse, but once again, he was thrown to the ground and all four men began hitting, punching and kicking him. I literally had to turn around and look at something else, because I couldn't stand there and watch as my brother got his ass kicked for no reason. Stiles showed me the phone and I gasped when I saw how rapidly his heartbeat was getting faster and faster. If he couldn't find Allison's voice soon and make himself calm down, all those men would probably regret ever touching Scott.

"Come on, Scott." I mumbled under my breath as I turned around and looked at my brother who laid on the ground. "Please don't wolf out." 

The men just kept going and by now it just seemed way too violent for a scratch on a car. They looked like grown-ass men and they were beating up a sixteen-year-old kid on school property. If Scott wasn't a werewolf, I don't even know how badly he'd be injured right now.

"Stop! Stop it right now!" Mr. Harris interfered, the men running away immediately. "What do you idiots like you're doing?"

Stiles, the idiot, held up the phone with a proud smile on his face, almost to show Scott that his plan had worked as Scott's heart-rate was now on 68.

Mr. Harris glared at Scott and Stiles. "Both of you, detention!"

Stiles glanced at me. "What about Yasmine?"

"I know Yasmine probably didn't have anything to do with this." Mr. Harris stated. "She was probably just dragged into your stupid plans like usual."

I shot Scott and Stiles a smirk as I was allowed to go home and they had to stay here. "I'll take the car," I said to Scott. "You can get a lift from Stiles."

Scott nodded and smiled at me before he and Stiles followed Mr. Harris into the school again. I walked over to our car and got in, taking a deep breath as I rubbed my hands together and looked at myself in review mirror. After sitting there for a few minutes, I turned on the  heating and pulled out of the parking lot.

^^^^

Meet Stiles and I at the school, in the parking lot - Scott

It took me longer than ten minutes I'd planned, but I finally arrived to the school and saw Stiles' car parked in parking lot, Derek's as well. I jumped off my black bike and parked it in the bike stands before I approached my brother and my best friend.

"He's in the back." I heard Derek reply calmly.

I looked into Derek's car and saw Scott's boss, Dr. Deaton, lying in the back of Derek's car with duck tape over his mouth and tied up with ropes. "Oh, he looks comfortable." I stated sarcastically.

"Wait, hey! What are you doing?" Derek yelled after Stiles and Scott who began walking away.

"You said I was linked with the Alpha," Scott answered. "I'm gonna see if you're right. Yasmine, please stay out here and make sure he doesn't kill Deaton."

I rolled my eyes, but nodded. "Fine." I murmured back annoyed and leaned up against Derek's car, not even caring about the look Derek shot me. "So why do you have Scott's boss in the back of your car?"

"I think he might be the Alpha," Derek replied and then narrowed his eyes at me. "But the real question should be; why does the Alpha always target you?"

My breath got caught in my throat and I had to prevent a full-on coughing attack as my widened eyes stared at Derek. "What?"

Derek suddenly stood right in front of me, his hands on either side of my head as he pinned me to his car. "Every single time the Alpha shows up somewhere, he always targets you. In the video store and then he broke into your room, Yasmine." Derek stated, his dull eyes staring right into mine. "You share a connect with the Alpha."

"N-no, I don't." I denied, shaking my head as I tried to look anywhere else.

Derek snorted. "Scott still doesn't know about the Alpha being in your bedroom, does he? What I wanna know is, why does the Alpha always target you, Yasmine? But more importantly, why does he always just threat you and then leave?"

"I-I don't know."

What sounded like a dying cat echoed through the parking lot and Derek moved back, leaning up against the car right next to me. "He's got to kidding me."

I bursted out laughing and I almost fell to the ground, because I found it so damn funny. "Oh my God, that sounded so terrible." I continued laughing and had to bend down as my stomach began hurting. "Jesus Christ!"

A real howl echoed through the parking lot and I stopped laughing immediately as I stopped myself from falling to the ground. I was leaning up against Stiles' Jeep now and even that was shaking from the power of Scott's howl. And that's when it hit me. Because my dumbass brother had just howled, the Alpha was most likely gonna show up and murder all of us in the last place I ever wanted to die; the school.

"I'm gonna kill both of you!" Derek exclaimed the minute he saw Scott and Stiles walking towards us hella casual like they hadn't just called for a murderous Alpha werewolf to come and kill us all. "What the hell was that?! What are you trying to do? Attract the entire state to the school?!"

Scott shrugged and looked at Stiles with a proud smile on his face. "Sorry, I didn't know it would be that loud."

"Yeah, it was loud, and it was awesome." Stiles encouraged my brother further.

"Shut up."

"Don't be such a sour wolf."

I had to hold back a snort as Stiles called Derek a sour wolf, because that description literally fit him perfectly, but for once, I actually understood why Derek was pissed. "Stiles, he's actually right for once." I stated, getting shocked looks from all three. "We don't need a murderous Alpha to show up and murder us all."

"What'd you do with him?" Scott asked and glanced into Derek's car.

Derek seemed confused. "What?" He asked and turned to look into the car, only to find that Scott's boss was no longer in the backseat. "I didn't do anything."

"He didn't," I mumbled to Derek's defense, because he'd been too busy trying to force answers, I didn't have, out of me.

A scream left my mouth when I saw blood just spilling out of Derek's mouth. The Alpha had stabbed Derek right in the back with his claws and lifted him in the air, blood just spluttering out of Derek's mouth. I froze completely and had to be dragged away by Scott and Stiles as they began running towards the school entrance.

I looked back before I was rushed into the school and that's when I saw a dead Derek Hale laying a few feet away from his car as he'd been thrown into the wall by the Alpha. Stiles pulled me down as the two boys slammed the doors shut.

"I can't believe he's dead," I murmured as my arms wrapped around my legs and tears began pooling in my eyes. "I can't believe Derek's dead."

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So, I'm finally returning to writing for this book, because I have to many ideas and i just wanna keep writing. My goal is to finish this book before New Year, so that means I have to find the time to also write for this book. Season two of TW is also in this book, so I have to write the end of s1 and then begin on s2 and finish that before New Year's Eve, it's just a goal for myself. It won't matter if I don't finish it before...ill try anyways, haha! My main goal is just to finish s1 before New Years.

xo.