Madeline McCall is Scott McCalls' little sister. She has known about the supernatural since the beginning and is finally starting high school. She was always the girl who only talked to her brother and pack. So she is the baby of the pack, only she...
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-Madeline's P.O.V-
As we walked up to my house's porch I pulled out my keys and entered. "We're just gonna wait for Scott, sit quietly and we're not gonna call or talk to anyone" Stiles instructed to Derek who looked confused.
"Do I talk to you?" he asked Stiles.
"No"
"Good"
"Fine"
"Do I talk to her?" he pointed at me.
"Not even look at her"
"Who's going to talk to him?"
I squeaked when I saw my dad standing there with a bag. Food. I hope it's good cause I'm starving.
"Ah! Are you getting taller?" Stiles huffed also having gotten scared. "What are you guys doing here?" Dad asked and I smiled.
"I live here" I shrugged. He gave me a looked motioning to Stiles and Derek.
"Waiting for Scott" Derek said.
"Yeah, so am I, we're supposed to have dinner, where's your brother?" Damn it! I forgot me and Scott we're having dinner with dad. "Out...with Malia?" I really should work on my lying skills.
He nodded. "I brought extra food, are you guys hungry?" he asked us.
"Yeah"
"I'm starving"
"No. We're not hungry"
I glared and Stiles cause I really wanted to eat and he was being too suspicious.
"No. I'm starving" I smiled at Derek who agreed.
"Neither of us are hungry, thanks, though" Stiles kept saying. My dad gave us a confused look and I sighed knowing we were screwed.
"Ok, Well, if you're not hungry, Stiles, Maddie can eat and your friend can still eat with us, what's your name?" Dad looked annoyed with Stiles and truth to be told I was a little annoyed too.
It just eating how bad could it be.
"Der-"
"Miguel," I looked at Stiles when he cut Derek off. "My cousin Miguel...from Mexico...so..." Stiles stuttered.
'Mexico? Really Stiles!'
"Es usted un natal de Mexico, Miguel?" My dad spoke Spanish. Good thing I did pay attention in Spanish class to speak it. But Stiles seemed to want to melt.
"Oh, my God"
"No soy nativo, si no que pase un montón de tiempo allí" Derek spoke perfectly. My eyes widen amused. I'm so bothering Derek about this.
