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VALENTINA RAN EAGERLY OUT OF the school building, already fed up with how her first day back had went and not at all willing to figure out what was happening to the crazy town that she called home. While dialling Derek's number, she waited at the entrance to school, hoping for him to pick her up, sooner or later.
"Hey, Val—" He said cheerfully, though his cousin was clearly in the complete opposite mood — not bothering to pretend to be in the smiley mood that she would usually be with him. She had not been much smiling for a long time, the last time she could remember smiling was before the fire.
It was weird for anyone who knew her now to think of her smiling, but she used to. A person usually smiles often when they has things to smile about, right? She was rather popular, she had an amazing family, friends, well at least that was what she thought. Little did she know how messed up everything was with the Hale family, she was too young to. The werewolf was so innocent, and loved everything until she learnt how sheltered she had been from the truth.
"Look," Valentina began angrily, which shocked Derek at the other side of the line, but not for long. "Can you just pick me up? Birds swarmed into my classroom in period two, and the rest of the day has been utter crap. Get here as quickly as you can." After seconds of no answer, she began to tap her finger against the wall and wonder what he was thinking about.
While on the other side of the line, Derek sat himself down onto Valentina's bed. He wondered why she was asking him to pick her up because during her school hours with her being totally unaware a lot had happen, which seemed to happening frequently. Scott had saved Isaac, whom she hadn't met before, and he asked Derek for a favour about a tattoo before he learnt about a new pack in town. "Scott and Stiles are picking you up, remember?"
Valentina brows furrowed before she remembered what Stiles had said to her in first period, mentally cursing the boy in her mind. "See you back at the loft, Derek." She hung up on her phone. Meanwhile, Stiles drove up to her in his jeep, Scott following behind him in his motorbike. "Touché." The werewolf said to herself. Stiles pushed open his left side jeep door, welcoming her in with a large smirk.
With a big huff, she flicked her hair behind his shoulders before striding towards the jeep and jumping inside. Stiles pulled down on the gear stick and drove forwards, the car making a loud sound as he did so. "You talked to Derek," Valentina said, breaking the silence which Stiles nodded in response to. "Are you willing to tell me what happened today, Stilinski?"
Stiles hummed, aiming to make a joke out of the situation. He should have known that she was not in the mood for funny, especially from him. Valentina grunted, the werewolf side of it as clear as day. "It's, uh, a long conversation. Do you know who Isaac is?"
"Derek mentioned him, he's in his pack, right?" Valentina asked. When she first returned to Beacon Hills, she had not realised how much more supernatural it had become, or maybe she didn't know that it was the way in the first place.
