Rebel ♛ Derek Hale [1] #wattys2016

10. the rave

"Ready for the rave?" Isaac questioned, entering the McCall household as Rebecca came into view. As soon as he saw her his mouth fell open and he raised his eyebrows, "Becca, you look.. well, to be honest you look like absolute hell. What happened?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, why don't you try to figure out what the hell you are and why you keep seeing people that aren't actually there and we'll see how good you look?"

"Hold on, I'll call Erica and she can fix you up. Sorry, Becs, but I'm not going anywhere with you looking like you just dug your way out of a grave. I do like your outfit though." Isaac said, ignoring her sarcastic comment and pulling out his phone.

She would have been offended if Isaac wasn't right, she looked just terrible. Her eyes were dull, she had bags and dark under eye circles and her hair was a matted mess. She was a sickly pale and looked like she hadn't eaten in days, which isn't too far off the mark. Her clothing choice was decent though, she wore a black crop top and a pair of high waisted floral shorts with black platform heels.

"Okay, Erica will be here soon. In the meantime, would it kill you to brush your hair?"

"Remind me to never date you again, it's too much work. Whatever happened to it's what's on the inside that counts?"

"That's just what ugly people say to make themselves feel less ugly." Isaac shrugged, throwing Rebecca a nearby hairbrush. "You know, when I first met you I actually thought we would make a pretty good couple. I could see it and everything, but now I know I dodged a bullet." He joked, trying to get Rebecca to crack a smile.

"Isaac!" Rebecca exclaimed, her mouth literally falling open. "Don't be so rude, if you can't handle me at my worst, you don't deserve me at my best." she quoted, trying her best not to sound a tiny bit amused.

"You're right, you're right, I'm sorry. Do you know the plan for tonight?"

"Sure do, my job is to help get Jackson to the shed and then sedate him." Rebecca recited like she had been told it a thousand times, which to be fair, wasn't too far off the mark. "Then after he is sedated I am to leave as quickly as possible to avoid any danger."

"Okay, good. Sounds like you've got it."

"Well, I've heard it that many times that it's basically engraved in my mind." Rebecca groaned, rolling her eyes at the thought of Derek and Scott drilling the plan into her, especially the part about her leaving straight away.

"Hey guys, how is my favourite witch?" Erica sang as she came in through the front door, makeup supplies in hand. "Ah, looking like a tragic train wreck. Cute outfit though!"

"Just fix this, please." Rebecca said, gesturing to her face.

"Sure thing, we're gonna need a fair bit of time though."

"Well, you've only got an hour." Isaac interjected, earning a determined nod from Erica who dragged Rebecca into the McCall bathroom without another word.

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They made it to the rave with Rebecca looking significantly better, good enough to be earning a lot of stares. Isaac had his arm wrapped tightly around her, keeping Rebecca pressed into his side to stop people from approaching her and to make her feel protected. They scoped the area looking for Jackson. The two pushed their way through sweaty teenager's dancing up against each other, Jackson seemingly no where in sight.

"Hey, how are we supposed to get him to the shed?" Rebecca questioned, her eyes searching through the crowds of people around them.

"Um, that's a good question. Can you do anything with your powers?"