sicker then your average | s.s.

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Throwing on a pair of black leggings and a floral, pale beige crop top over my underwear I decide on doing the same makeup I've done to past few days. Mascara, bb cream and chapstick, but today I added a bit of neutral eyeshadow. It's weird how I'm just learning about all stuff girly at 16 almost 17, don't people usually do this at like 13? Then again, people usually aren't locked up in a psych ward for half of their lives. If you couldn't already tell, I'm still pretty pissed about that. Straightening my hair I throw on some tall beige socks to reach just about the end of my brown combat boots that I quickly tie up after. Taking one more look back into the mirror I make sure nothing looks bad before grabbing my army green bomber jacket and leaving my room.

"Isaac?" I questing to the strange boy that seems to be passed out on our couch. What the hell happened once I fell asleep last night? Seemingly shocked to hear a voice he shoots up fast and looks to be in... Fear? Looking over to my right I see Derek walk out from his bedroom with an equally confused look on his face only to mimic the one on my own. "There we're five of them..." Isaac speaks trailing off slightly after each sentence. My brother and I exchange a look before listening to the guy freaked out on the couch again. "One of them I could see his eyes, they we're greenish yellow like a-" His breathing seems to hiccup at the memory before he return to his explanation. "Like a firefly."

Isaac refuses to stay home today, even after whatever he experienced at the Argent's last night. Apparently Chris claims that it might be something that wanted to get to him, but didn't say anything more about it. I don't blame Isaac though, after going through whatever he did the last thing I would want to do is be alone at home all day. This all led him up to having me sit it the BACK of Derek's car today since Isaac chose to call shotgun last second. Goes to say my arrival to the school this morning was slightly less cool than I had once hoped.

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"So what do you think it was?" Lydia questions as I'm dragged into a conversation with Isaac and his friends. At this point I've completely given up on the whole 'not getting involved' plan. "I have no idea." He says shaking his head slightly in a trance staring at the table. Allison slightly pats his back in a from of support making me smile slightly towards them. "What about you?" Stiles asks elbowing me slightly in the arm to grab my attention. My eyebrows furrowing together shows my lack of information on the subject. "Your the Hale... Don't you have an idea?" Lydia questions as if I'm expected to be some sort of genius. I might be school smart, but I don't exactly study supernatural encyclopedias on my free time. Shrugging I give them a crazy look. "No." I say a bit bluntly as Lydia frowns and Stiles smirks a little. I would think it's weird, but he's super sarcastic and that's why I'm guessing he's enjoying in blunt sass.

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I've now been standing here waiting for Derek for about fifteen minutes. Where the hell is he? My books are set next to me as I sit outside of the school spamming my brothers phone full of messages. I'm not really worried, pissed off more then anything. Sighing I push my head against back of the bench I'm seated on. "Need a ride?" I hear a familiar voice ask out of no where. Looking around for a second my eyes then land on a baby blue Jeep pulling up in front of me. "Uhm-" Staring at my phone for a few seconds looking between Stiles Jeep and Derek's contact I debate whether or not to take the offer. Sucking in a deep breaths I look up to the Jeep locking my phone. "Could you?" I ask kind of hopeful as I see him nod and open up the passenger side door from inside, causing him to reach his entire body over the seats. Laughing lightly at him with my books I get inside and close the door behind me.

Feeling the Jeep start moving again I some what relax into the seat. I'm guessing he's been to Peter's apartment before, so there's no need for me to give him the address. Staring back at my reflection slightly in the rear view mirror my mind begins to get over whelmed by thoughts of what might be wrong with Derek. "So nobody knows what happened to Isaac the other night?" Stiles asks pulling me away from my thoughts momentarily. Sighing lightly to myself I shake my head slightly before answering. "No." I say flashing back to Isaac in a completely disheveled state laying on our couch this morning. How terrified he was when he woke up... The moments of silence aren't awkward for some reason, which makes me wonder a bit but I choose not to question it.

"I really didn't expect you to be a Hale." Stiles says with a muffled laugh causing me to raise my eyebrow at him and look his way. As the car slows reaching a red light he looks over to see my confused expression before going on. "I don't know, your not as uhm-" He stutters a little trying to find the correct terminology, or possibly just a word that won't offend me. "Because I'm not an asshole?" I ask waiting for his reply. Eyes getting wider he turns to me with his jaw slightly dropped and once he sees me smirking he begins laughing. Watching over him his mouth wide with contagious laughter spilling out of it, I can't help but smile. In the back of my mind I can't help but question why I'm letting him in so much. Not exactly emotionally, but I can't even remember the last time I laughed with someone aside from my family. Let alone laugh about my family with someone, but for some weird reason I'm perfectly okay with Stiles doing all of this. Shaking my thoughts a away a bit I speak up again. "They have good intentions." As the laughing subsides Stiles looks over again, now him with the confused look. "Your telling me Peter Hale has good a good side?" He laughs a bit making me smile. Why am I feeling like this around him? How can someone have such an effect on me... I know it seems stupid because we're just laughing but, that means a lot to me. Trying me hide my laughter with a smirk just makes us laugh even harder. But I admit, I still have slight hope for my Uncle.

Before I can notice we're in front of my apartment and I look back over to Stiles with a small smirk still from the constant laughing. "Thanks for the ride." Nodding he return the smirk with a reply. "Any time." Waving slightly I leap slightly from his Jeep since it's higher off the ground then you'd think. Making my way into the loft I can't help but thinking about him, but why I have no idea.