What if Scott McCall had a Sister? A protective one at that.
Dylan McCall, isn't just any Sister of Scott McCall. She is a werewolf, just like him. Protecting her little brother whatever chance she got.
"Get lost." Scott grumbled, but his big Sis had other plans. She smirked, and walked to the side of her brother's bed and growled in his ear, causing his eyes to widen and to jump out of bed, growling, "Jerk."
"Bitch." His sister replied with, smirking, "Go get dressed."
"Fine." Scott grumbled, as his Sister left, shutting the door behind her.
Scott grabbed some clothes a threw them on, wearing; minus the sun glasses.
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Scott walked out of his room, grabbing his keys and phone, then entered the kitchen, where Melissa stood.
"Hi Honey." Melisssa said, "Also, Scott! You're Sister's going to start attending you're school now."
"What! Why!?" Scott shouted, as Dylan chocked on her water what she was drinking.
"Because, you guys need to look out for each other. As, you Scott have been comeing home with bruises! And, plus the school fees are getting way to expensive. You played Lacross for them, winning at that! So, they have you a scholarship, and if they wanted you they have to have her." Melissa explained, kidding both of there foreheads, "Gotta shoot off. Bye guys!"
They heard the door slam behind them, as Scott groaned.
"Now. You can give me a ride to school." Dylan said, heading for the front door, "Come on!"
Scott followed his sister outside, and handed her a helmet, while he put one on himself. He started up his motor bike, Dylan wrapping her arms around his waist, when Scott soon sped off.
"Heads up, boys will drool over you! So, any trouble come to me. I'll put em in there place." Scott shouted over the noise of the engine and wind.
"Awe, little bwother getting protective? Well, don't worry about me. I can protect myself." Dylan said, as Scott just grinned. They pulled up between two black motor bikes, they looked really expensive.
Scott jumped off of his bike, as Dylan walked beside him. The moment they entered the school, some of the boys were already staring at her, so Scott glared at her. Stiles soon came running up.
"Hey Scott!" Stiles shouted, patting his shoulder, "Dylan? What you doin here?"
"Mom in-rolled me here. Telling us to protect each other or something." Dylan said, "Trust me, I don't wanna be here. But, I have gotta go find out my class. See ya."
Scott watched as Dylan walked away, Stiles patting his shoulder and started dragging him into class.
Scott sat there in Chemistry, while Stiles sat behind him. He sighed, getting his notebook out and a pen while starting to write some notes down. The door opened up, as Scott didn't take any notice, till it slammed shut.
"Oh, hello? Are you a new student?" Scott looked up at there teacher asking that. He sighed and put his head in his hands when he saw Dylan stood there, smiling.
