Full Moon //Derek Hale//

Ten

(Short, but two updates in one night. This is more of a filler, but read on so you know what all has happened before next chapter.)

I woke up to a pounding headache as I tried to focus on my surroundings. Some Advil was on the desk along with a bottle of water. Quickly chugging the pill and water down, I stood up and noticed it was Saturday afternoon.

I walked out of my room and over to Scott's, who was sitting on his bed, doing nothing. "Hey," I said, sitting beside him. "How long have I been out?" I asked, resting beside him.

"Since 7 last night." He muttered.

"Wow, he hit me pretty hard."

"Who?"

"Peter."

"Derek joined Peter." He informed me.

"What?" I screeched, jolting up from my spot.

"Yeah. Peter assaulted me last night in the boys' locker room. Also we gotta keep an eye out for Jackson, Chris and Kate think he's the other beta." He says, sitting up beside me.

"Okay, well I'm gonna go get dressed and I'll meet you downstairs in about an hour?" He nodded before I walked through the bathroom and back into my room. I grabbed my towel and went back into the bathroom, shutting the doors and taking a long 20 minutes shower.

Getting out of the shower, I almost fall from being in a hazy state. Thanks to the hot water, melting my problems away. I went to my room and got dressed into a pair of black, high waisted, shorts, pairing it with a tight fitting, purple tank top that reached just above my belly button.

As I looked in the mirror, I made a mental note to ask for a belly button piercing, along with a nose piercing and a small tattoo, or maybe more.

I slip on my black and white, low cut converse, knowing I need to wear a pair of shoes that I don't care too much about today. I walked over to my vanity and started to apply a light layer makeup as I let my hair air dry.

After brushing through my hair, I tie it down into a dutch braid before slipping on some sunglasses, as it was pretty sunny out today. I was honestly upset about Derek being so blind and joining him, but I can't blame him. I'd believe my last family member if I were in his shoes.

I grabbed my phone and skipped down the stairs, meeting Scott at the bottom. We went to the kitchen and grabbed something to eat before walking out of the house and towards the awaiting Roscoe, Stiles baby blue Jeep.

I climbed into the back and popped my head between the seats as we drove down the road, following Jackson's scent. There was another scent, as well a another voice, Chris. Stiles turned his radio up as we served by the two guys. "Aye Jackson!" I call, hanging over my brother's lap.

He waved slightly to me as he nervously glanced back and forth between the four of us. "What's up?" Stiles rhetorically asked.

"Is everything okay?" Scott asked, his arm hanging out the window.

"Hey, Scott. Your friend, here, was having car trouble. We're just taking a look." Chris said, glancing back and forth between us teens. "You have a twin sister, Scott? Don't believe we've met." Chris said, looking directly at me.

"Names Hallie, sir." I answer, not intimidated by him at all, compared to the rest of the gang here.

"Nice seeing you Hallie, name's Chris, Allison father." He waves before looking back down at the engine of the porsche.

"There's a shop right down the street. I'm sure they have a tow truck." Scott said, jabbing hi thumb in the direction of the town.

"Yeah. You want a ride?" I ask, scooting over as Scott propped his door open.