As soon as the bell rang, all I heard was a girlish scream. It was Lydia. She was angry. I rushed out of the classroom, leaving Scott behind. It's not like he could give me a ride home anyways. When I stepped out into the hallway, I saw Lydia stomping off in the direction of the lockers, towards Jackson. What did he do? I ran after her. "Lydia, what's wrong?" I got my answer shortly after when she yelled at Jackson.

"Jackson!" He turned around and looked at Lydia with a small smirk on his face. "This little text - not funny!" I took the phone from her hand, reading what was apparently a breakup text.

"No, I wasn't trying to be funny. I would have put a "ha ha" at the end of it. And, see, there's no "ha ha."" I looked back at Jackson with wide eyes, but I didn't say anything. Mostly because Lydia wasn't done talking.

"Lydia, please give back my spare house key at your earliest convenience - As we are no longer dating." She read the text out loud after snatching the phone from my hand.

"You didn't lose it, did you?" He asked, not caring at all about her feelings. I was trying to hide the fact that I was just so overjoyed at the fact that Lydia, the amazing and caring Lydia, was no longer dating the cold hearted, stupid, controlling Jackson.

"What the hell is this?"

"Well, Lydia, in preparation for some big changes, I've decided to drop some of the dead weight in my life. And you're just about the deadest." What changes was Jackson talking about? Also, incredibly rude.

"Are you breaking up with me?" She whispered, not wanting anyone to hear her say that. She put her hand out behind her, wanting me to take her hand. As often as she put up a strongfront, I knew her heart was hurting right now.

"Dumping, actually. I'm dumping you." Jackson started to walk away but Lydia grabbed his jacket with her free hand and yanked him back.

"Dumped by the co-captain of the lacrosse team. I wonder how many minutes it'll take me to get over that." Jackson shrugs, still not caring. He blows her a kiss before he walks away. I flipped him off but he only rolled his eyes before turning towards the door. "Wait, seconds, actually. Seconds!" Lydia shouted out after him.

"Well, damn. Is it break up season?" Lydia turned back to me and her anger faded away. Now she just looked sad. "Shit. I'm sorry. Lyds, are you ok?" She looks back at the door and sighs.

"I'm fine. I'm totally fine." And then she walked away. I had a feeling that this wasn't the end of this conversation, but when I stepped out of the school, she was gone. Stiles was just throwing his backpack in his Jeep when I ran up to him and hopped in the car.

"Everyone ditched me." I explained. "Is there any way that I can get a ride with you?" I asked with a smile. He couldn't say no to this smile. And he didn't, driving us to his place.

✧

When we got to Stiles' house, he rushed over throwing his backpack on the floor of his bedroom and sat down at his chair in front of his laptop. Tossing my backpack down next to his, I sat down on his bed. I wasn't as oblivious as Stiles, so as soon as I sat down, I saw Derek standing there in the corner of the room. He put his finger to his lips and told me not to make a noise. I nodded, despite how nervous I was. Stiles started typing on his computer rapidly, and before I had a chance to say anything, his dad called him from outside the door. "Hey, Stiles!"

"Yo, D-Derek." He stumbled over his words, clearly not having seen Derek's quiet sign. Derek stood near the back of the door, holding his finger to his mouth. I stayed on the bed as Stiles rushed to his bedroom door, standing in between the door and the wall, closing his door almost all of the way.

"What'd you say?" I heard his dad ask.

"What? I said 'Yo d-dad'." I guess his dad thought that was an acceptable answer and left it at that. Mom would never.

"Listen, I've got something I've got to take care of, but I'm gonna be there tonight. I mean, your first game." Stiles let out a cough.

"My first game. Guh, it's great. Awesome. Uh-Good."

"I'm very happy for you. And I'm really proud of you." I couldn't help but smile, despite the fact there was an intimidating Derek in the corner.

"Thanks. Me too. I'm happy and proud of myself." I sighed as Stiles spoke.

"So they're really gonna let you play, right?" His dad questioned.

"Yeah, dad. I'm first line. Believe that?" His voice squeaked. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Is that Bella?" I heard his dad ask and I mentally facepalmed.

"Uh... yeah, yeah it is."

"Well, let me say hi." I looked back at Derek.

"Uh, you can't. She's uh, she's..." I rushed to the door and stuck part of my head out.

"Hi Mr. Stilinski! Aren't you proud of Stiles?" Mr. Stilinski looked back at Stiles and nodded.

"I am very proud."

"Oh, me too. Again, I'm-" He cut himself off when his dad went in for a hug. I step back into the room, seeing Derek with a smirk and I shake my head.

"See you there."

"Take it easy." Stiles sighed and opened the door, coming in back inside. "I'm sor-oh!" Before he could muster a word, Derek had pinned him against the wall.

"If you say one word-" Stiles cut him off.

"Oh, what, you mean, like "Hey, dad, Derek Hale's in my room. Bring your gun?"" Stiles taunted as Derek glared at him. "Yeah, that's right. If I'm harboring your fugitive ass, it's my house, my rules, buddy." Derek glared at Stiles for a couple seconds before letting go of his jacket, fixing it. Stiles grabbed Derek's jacket, pulling it down. He got off the wall as Derek shot his hand forward, causing Stiles to jump. "Oh, my God!" I snickered as he sighed. I sat back down on Stiles' bed,

"Scott didn't get the necklace?" Derek questioned as I shook my head.

"No. He's still working on it." I told Derek, shrugging.

"But there's something else we can try. The night we were trapped at the school, Scott sent a text to Allison asking her to meet him there." I looked back at Stiles, having forgotten about that.

"So?"

"Scott didn't send that text."

"Well, can you find out who sent it?" Derek asked. I looked back at Stiles. Could he?

"No, not me. But I think I know somebody who can."

✧

"You want me to do what?" Stiles rubbed his forehead. Danny stood in his room, looking between the three of us.

"Trace a text?" I somewhat asked nicely.

"I came here to do lab work. That's what lab partners do." Danny narrowed his eyes as Stiles nodded.

"And we will, once you trace the text." Danny set his bag down on the floor.

"And what makes you think I know how?" He questioned as Stiles scratched the back of his neck.

"I-I looked up your arrest report, so-" Danny cut him off.

"I-I was 13. They dropped the charges."

"Whatever." Stiles muttered.

"No, we're doing lab work." Danny stated, opening his bag as he sat down next to him, glancing at Derek who sat in the chair, reading a book, or at least pretending to so he wouldn't look suspicious.

"Who's he again?" He pointed his thumb at Derek.

"Um, my cousin - Miguel." Derek looked up from his book, shooting him a glare. I let out a small giggle, sending 'Miguel' a smile.

"Is that blood on his shirt?" Stiles turned around, glancing at it.

"Yeah. Yes. Well, he gets these horrible nosebleeds. Hey, Miguel." Derek glared at Stiles, who was having too much fun with this. "I thought I told you you could borrow one of my shirts." He tilted his head towards the dresser. Derek got up, shutting his book. He took off his shirt, throwing it on the floor before rummaging through the dresser. I tried to concentrate on what Stiles was saying but I understood nothing when Derek stood in front of me without a shirt on.

Abs.

"Uh, Stiles?" Stiles sighed before turning around. "This," Derek pulled on the shirt in his hands. "No fit." I bit my lip as Stiles sighed. I couldn't look away.

"Then try something else on." He stated, turning back towards Danny. But he could tell that Danny's attention was also on the shirtless Stiles.

"Hey, that one looks pretty good, huh? What do you think, Danny? The shirt." Derek had on an orange and blue striped shirt, that was way too small for him.

"It's- It's not really his color."

"I agree." I said, looking between Danny and Derek, trying not to blush when Derek took off Stiles' shirt again, throwing it to the ground.

"Stiles! None of these fit." Derek groaned as Danny gawd over him.

"Bella!" Stiles yelled at me. "Knock it off and help him." The blush was still evident on my face, if not brighter as I looked through Stiles' clothes as Danny and Stiles figured out the phone situation. By the time Derek and I found a shirt that fit him decently, Danny was just about done finding the IP address.

"There. The text was sent from a computer. This one." I looked at the screen, my eyes widening.

"Registered to that account name?" I asked, my anxiety starting to rise. Danny nodded, glancing between us. Stiles shook his head.

"No, no, no, no. That can't be right." I backed up away from the computer as Derek came up behind me, taking my spot. The computer was located at Beacon Hills Hospital and the name was Melissa McCall.

✧

The three of us were speeding towards the hospital in the jeep, Stiles driving. I was on the phone with Scott, my anxiety rising every second. I was hoping my mom went to the game tonight and that she wouldn't be at the hospital. There was no way that my mom sent that text, we just needed to find out who actually did. "Did you find the picture?" Scott asked on the other side of the phone.

"Yeah, we did, and it looks just like the drawing."

"Hey, is there something on the back of it? There's gotta be something. An inscription, an opening, something." Derek asked, trying to take the phone from my hand, but I glared at him, yanking it back. "No, no, the thing's flat. And, no, it doesn't open. There's nothing in it, on it, around it, nothing. And where are you? You're supposed to be here. You're first line." I looked over at Stiles, feeling bad. Here we were, forgetting all about Stiles' first big game. Stiles sighed.

"I know. Look, if you see my dad, can you tell him- tell him I'll be there, I'll just be a little bit late, okay? All right, thanks." I put the phone back to my ear.

"Love you." I said into the phone before hanging up. "You're not gonna make it." I told Stiles, looking back over at him. Stiles sighed but nodded. He knew.

"And you didn't tell him about your mom." I glared back at Derek.

"And I wasn't going to. Not until after the game. Not until we know the truth." I said, glancing at the hospital sign as we pulled into the parking lot.

"By the way, one more thing."

"Yeah-" Derek slammed Stiles' head into the steering wheel. He grabbed his head in pain, wincing.

"Oh, God! What the hell was-" Derek cut him off.

"You know what that was for. Go. Go!" I got out of the car with Stiles and we walked into the hospital. The front desk was unattended. There were no signs of any doctors. The place seemed completely deserted.

"Yeah, I said we can't find her." Stiles said into the phone after we had searched most of the hospital. He was talking to Derek.

"Then ask for Jennifer. She's been looking after my uncle."

We walked into his uncle's room, only for there to be no one there. "Yeah, well, he's not here either."

"What?" He questioned.

"He's not here. He's gone, Derek." Derek remained silent.

"Stiles, Isabella, get out of there right now - it's him! He's the Alpha! Get Out!" Stiles brought the phone down from his ear, placing a hand on my arm, dragging me out of the room. As we went to walk out, Derek's uncle stood in the middle of the hallway. His face was covered in burns as he smirked down at us. His hand went from my arm to my hand, gripping my hand tightly as we stared at the alpha.

"You must be Stiles." He said before turning towards me. "And you must be Isabella." I turned around, about to walk the opposite way when the nurse Derek was talking about showed up.

"What are you doing here? Visiting hours are over." Stiles pointed at the both of them while he stared in awe.

"You and him. You're... you're the one who- Oh, my- and he's- oh, my God, we're gonna die." Suddenly, Derek came out of nowhere, knocking down the nurse. She hit the ground, unconscious.

"That's not nice. She's my nurse." Peter said, pouting at the body. Derek stepped forward, narrowing his eyes at his uncle.

"She's a psychotic bitch helping you kill people. Get out of the way." I pulled Stiles down to the ground with me as Derek stepped over us.

"Oh, damn."

"You think I killed Laura on purpose? One of my own family?" Derek lunged at Peter but he easily dodged. Peter slammed Derek against the wall and then to the ground, grabbing him by the throat. "My mind, my personality were literally burned out of me. I was being driven by pure instinct." He dragged Derek across the floor before dropping him down. Stiles and I scurried away like mice, crawling on the floor as fast as we could away from the two werewolves.

"Come on Bella." Stiles said, grabbing my arm. Neither of us wanted to stand there and watch this go down, not when we were in danger. Derek could handle it. I jumped to my feet, running out of the building before Peter could notice we were gone. Before he would catch us.