•~BOOK ONE•~
Mackinzy McCall is a few months younger than her brother Scott McCall. Agent Rafe McCall was a very heavy drinker. One night at a club he had hooked up with a women and gotten her pregnant. His four month pregnant wife, Melissa wasn't v...
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Chapter Nine
Mac's POV
Walking in class, I sat at the back. I watched more kids walk in. Allison, female Argent whose name I just discovered, looked panicked and scared. She went to her seat and sat on the edge like she was waiting on someone.
"Scott." She whispered trying to gain his attention. Damn how many classes do we have together? I swear Scott is in all my classes. Back to the forbidden lovers, Allison immediately stopped talking when a red haired women walked into the room.
"I'm afraid your teacher was feeling ill today, and had to leave early. So, unfortunately, you're stuck with me as a substitute. Can anyone catch me up to speed on where we are? Mr. McCall, how 'bout you?" She said sitting at the front of the desk. Scott and Allison looked absolutely terrified. I watched the whole class period as Scott fumbled around, as the women kept bringing her attention to him.
"Allison." The redhead woman said as we walked at the classroom. I stood at the locker next to the door, pretending it was mine. I listened to their conversation. "We've noticed quite a few calls from your phone to the odd one. Stilinski." The women said. Wait, is this her mother?
"Oh, you told me to keep an eye on Lydia, and, um, he's had a crush on her since, like, third grade, so, I'm gonna have to talk to him." Allison said trying to play it off. She was a quick thinker.
"I know it's hard sitting here trying not to look at him. But think of how strong it makes you. Especially when all these other girls are just letting their entire high school lives be defined by some boy they're just praying will take them to senior prom." Her mother said.
They must be talking about Scott. Wait, pause. We are only sophomores. We aren't worried about senior prom yet.
I kind of zoned out at that part. When I started paying attention again, I heard Mrs. Argent say, "Remember, so long as you stay strong, we won't have to kill a sixteen year old boy." After hearing that, I quickly walked away from the classroom. I might not like Scott that much, but I rather not see him dead. I instantly pulled out my phone and dialed Stiles' number.
"Mac?" He asked surprised. I still haven't really talked to him, but he's the only contact in my phone that has a connection with Derek Hale
"I need to know if you have someone's number." I said to him. He sighed, and told me to go ahead. "Erica Reyes, Isaac Lahey, or Vernon Boyd?"
"Erm, no. Why?" He asked. I really don't want to tell her how Allison's mom is going to try to kill Scott. I mean, not at this moment, but as soon as she finds out about Scott and Allison, he's as good as dead. They don't hide it well.
"Mackinzy?" Stiles' voice pulled me out of my thoughts.
"Okay, what about Derek Hale?" I asked him. He quickly said no and tried asking why. I hung up and went to search for one of Derek's minions. I should have did this in the first place. Walking down the hallway, I saw all three minions standing together outside. I quickly walked out the doors.
"Ay, yo Hale minions!" I called out getting their attention. Boyd offered a little smile, Isaac smirked, and Erica glared. I rolled my eyes at Minion #1 and 2. I looked at Boyd, the only one I liked. "I need Derek's number."
"What for?" Boyd asked.
"An urgent situation." I told him. He started pulling out his phone. Erica grabbed his arm to stop him.
"What for?" She asked with a sneer.
"Minion #2, I don't have time to deal with your pathetic ass. I'm talking to Boyd, so go away. Go find a chew toy or something to occupy your stupid little mind. That's if your attention span will last that long." I told her.
"You bitch!" She growled and tried to grab me. I instantly grabbed her arm and punched her in the nose. My fist landed with a crack. She instantly pulled away to touch her broken, but soon to be healed, bleeding nose. Her eyes flashed yellow. "I'll kill you!" She tried jumping at me, but Isaac grabbed her. He pulled her away toward the trees and into the woods.
"Boyd, number please." I said to him. He pulled out his phone and went to his contacts. I quickly copied the number in my phone. "Thanks. Now, you might want to go help Minion #1 with Minion #2." He nodded and walked away, well ran toward the woods. I dialed the number.
"Hello." Derek said harshly into the phone.
"Hey, Der. It's Mac."I said into the receiver.
"How did you get my number, Mac?" He asked surprised.
"Boyd. Now two things." I said quickly.
"Yes?" He said prompting me to continue.
"Well. One, you might have an angry she wolf on your hands soon." I said, walking toward the parking lot and sitting on a bench.
"Mackinzy." Derek groaned.
"She tried to grab me, so I broke her nose." I defended myself. He just chuckled. It quickly sent butterflies to my stomach. What the hell?
"What else?" He asked me, bringing my attention away from the butterflies.
"One of the Argent's are gonna kill Scott." I said. I could practically see the frown on his face.
"I'm on my way to pick you up, tell me everything you know." He said and hung up. I sighed and sat there. This day is just not going very well. I sat there for about 5 minutes when someone put their hand on my shoulder. I instantly grabbed it and twisted.
"Ow!" A person said. I let go and turned to see that Matt guy holding his hand.
"Sorry for walking up like that. I was just trying to ask you a question."
"Don't ever do that again!" I yelled at him. He put his hands up in a surrendering stance.
"Don't worry, I won't. I was just wondering if you wanted to go out with my sometime. I know I already asked you, but I was hoping you would change your mind." He said, a hopeful look on his face.
"No thanks." I replied, trying to be polite.
"Come on, Mac." He said grabbing my arm.
"Look I'm not interested." I said angrily, pulling away. Thankfully, just then, Derek pulled up. I grabbed my stuff and got in his Camaro. I didn't even spare Matt a glance as we pulled off.
