Louisa Lloyd

"Louisa, take your sweet ass out of bed and come downstairs!"

Best way to wake up on a Friday: Derek screaming and banging on my bedroom door for me to wake up. Amazing, phenomenal, I've never had a better morning.

Okay, jokes and sarcasm aside, this experience is changing me. I'm not as cranky and awkward as I as before. I actually have a lot of friends. It has been two weeks since I first went to school and it's like everyone wants to be friends with me. There's this girl, Lydia, that is really nice to me. Her best friend, Allison, doesn't seem to like me that much but I have made a promise to myself I'll show her I'm a good friend.

And Isaac and Boyd are the best people I've ever met. Besides Sty and Scotty. Yep, I have nicknames for them already. Stiles doesn't like his but he's not in charge of the nickname department. I am.

I'm excited for today. After days of trying and failing, Boyd and I convinced Isaac to come with us to the rink where Boyd works and have some fun. Boyd will leave the door open for us when he gets there and Isaac and I will sneak in.

Perfect plan.

I've been getting closer to Isaac than I thought I would. Yes, he's extremely attractive, but that's not it. He is nice and caring and everything a friend should be in my opinion. I like having him around.

I start my day with a quick shower and breakfast, like usual. After watching Derek do some squats- yes, Derek works out- I brush my teeth, fix my hair and grab my bag, ready for another day in hell.

Sty's jeep is already parked in front of the house when I hug Derek goodbye and close the front door behind me. He decides to mock my outfit and punch Tim in the stomach for taking so long, and I kindly pat his cheek. He gulps.

"I'm sorry, Louisa, I shouldn't have said that! Please don't kill me." He closes his eyes and pleas.

"Sty, I'm not going to kill you." He sighs, relieved. "For now."

He lets out a loud shriek when I punch his arm. Before he can react, I steal his phone from the front seat and call Scotty. He takes his sweet time answering his damn phone and when he does, I shout at him like a madwoman.

"What took you so long?" I scream in his ear.

"Good morning, grumpy." I can hear the smirk in his voice. "Tell Stiles he doesn't need to pick me up, kay?"

"Sty, Scotty said you don't have to pick him up." Stiles frowns and tries to take his phone from me. "Why, Scotty?"

"I have to stop by Derek's."

He and Derek aren't friends for what I've witnessed. They tolerate each other, and Scott needs Derek somehow. It's like they're helping each other with something and both of them win with this partnership. It's like a business deal. Derek helps Scott with whatever phase he's going through and Scott helps Derek too. But I can't figure out what's really happening. And it's not like they're just going to tell me.

The ride isn't that long and Sty abandons me as soon as we step out of his jeep. I walk by myself before I find Isaac and Boyd waiting for me at my locker.

"Morning."

"Hey, who pissed on your cereals?" Isaac raises his eyebrows at my sudden cranky mood.

"No one. I'm just tired. Didn't get much sleep last night. But I'm sure our little adventure tonight will cheer me up."

It is true; I haven't slept well in days, a pair of red glowing eyes haunts me every time I close my eyes. And Derek hasn't been home at night, only appearing out of nowhere when it's time for me to wake up.

"I can't wait. My boss wants me to clean the rink when it closes, and that's when he leaves. We have the rest of the night to have fun." Boyd smiles and rests an arm around my shoulders, Isaac following his lead on my other side. "This is cool, you know? Having friends."

"I know right?" Isaac and I scream at the same time and the three of us end up laughing like maniacs all the way to History.

As usual, I in front of Isaac, behind Scott and Sty. Boyd doesn't have to endure this hell students call History. Lucky son of a gun. Every time I look up and my friends in front of me, they're whispering some pretty suspicious stuff.

Scott is bouncing his knees nervously underneath the desk, watching our teacher return graded tests. Stiles watches the teacher with apprehension, and I know he is going to ace it. He's an excellent student and he helped me with studying. I'm not a bad student but I'm not brilliant either.

Behind Scott, Stiles leans forward to whisper. Well, he doesn't really know how to do that and I don't know who not to listen to others conversations when they're talking right in front of me.

"If Derek's not the Alpha- if he's not the one who bit you- who did?"

"I don't know." Scott looks angry.

Stiles sits back, thinking. He leans forward again. "Did the Alpha kill the bus driver?"

"I don't know."

Stiles flops back. Leans forward again. He looks like a doll that's being pulled back and forth by a little kid. He can't stay still for five seconds.

"Does Allison's dad know about the Alpha?"

"I DON'T KNOW."

Scott shouts and slinks down in his seat when he realizes everyone is staring at him. The Teacher finally drops his test on his desk. He turns it over and I whisper his name but he doesn't look at me.

Stiles peers over his shoulder at the grade and clicks his tongue, turning back to me and whispering 'D'. I gulp. Yucks!

"Dude, you need to study more."

Scott puts his head in hands, and I can't help but feel bad for the guy. Isaac taps me on the back and I turn to a smiling boy holding his test on my face. A big 'B' is written in red ink near his name, and a small note form the teacher.

'I see you've been studying. Let's hope Miss Lloyd can help you more often.'

"See, he loves me." I curl a piece of my hair around my finger and look at Isaac. "You should thank me."

It's true I've been lending Isaac my notes so he can study better. He told me last week he doesn't have a lot of free time, with his job and everything else. He didn't specify what 'everything else' means.

The teacher hands me my own test and I smile when I see my first ever 'A' in History. I never liked it back in London because my teacher was an old witch.

"And that was a joke. You need help studying?

"I'm studying with Allison after school." Scott starts blushing, and I can help but interrupt their conversation and embarrass him.

"That's by boy!" Stiles and I manage to say at the same time, and I clap my hands together like a seal. "Ready to have the talk?"

Stiles looks impressed and smiles deviously at our friend. "Yeah, so you need help with the whole 'birds and bees' talk?"

"We're just studying."

"No, you're not." Stiles smirks.

"No, I'm not?"

"Not if I'm forced to live. If you go to her house and squander that colossal opportunity I'll professionally cut your family jewels." I whisper before the teacher starts talking about the low grades some of the students are getting.

You should study more, little whiny bananas. I hear Stiles saying the words 'alpha' and 'Derek' in the same sentence and something worries me.

I have to, somehow, find out what they're talking about. And I need to get their phone numbers too. I have to stop being a freak and give my number to my friends. What's wrong with me?

"Hey Izzy?" I call him and watch from the corner of my eye as he looks up from his test with a smile. "You have a phone, don't you?"

"What do you think?" He says, laughing at my face. "I'm not as antisocial as you are."

"Urgh, you're so annoying Lahey. Give me your phone." He hesitates before reaching for his bag. He retrieves his phone from one of the pockets and hands it over to me.

I press some buttons and create a contact with my name. I choose to use my nickname instead of my full name. When I give it back to Isaac, he's staring at me.

"Finally. I've been trying to get your number for days!l

Stiles and Scott then decide to turn around and stare at me with their mouths hanging open.

"We want your number too, Louisa."

Oh boy...

When I finally give them my number too, the duo turns away from me to have another intimate conversation, one that I can still listen to, and I turn my back on them focusing on Isaac.

"Ready for tonight?" I wiggle my eyebrows at him.

"You make it sound so dirty."

"I didn't do anything wrong. Your mind if pretty egged up and you're a boy, so everything people say is dirty to your horny ears."

Isaac spends the rest of the day laughing.

•^•^•^•^•^•

I hop into Stiles' jeep and he closes the door behind me. We're not waiting for Scott, he's catching a ride with Allison.

And she still doesn't like me. I tried being nice during lunch and ask her some stuff about herself but she just shut me off. If she doesn't want to be my friend, I'm not going to make her. Lydia is nice, and I can have some pretty good talks with her, but Allison just- it's like she has this thing against me.

Wait.

WAIT!

Is it because of Scott? Does she think I like him?

Please! He's a good friend, yes. Thanks but no thanks.

Stiles pulls out of the parking spot, swinging around for the exit when a figure steps right in front of the car. I let out a shriek and Stiles slams on the brakes. All of the cars behind us squeal to a stop as well, some honking, others shouting profanities my virgin mind should not be hearing.

I cover my eyes with my hands when Scott runs by the jeep and the figure collapses right in front of the jeep. Stiles jumps out of the driver's side and tells me to go as well.

"What are you doing here? Get up." I hear Scott say to the person.

"Dude, he's not looking too good." Stiles cringes at the sight and I quickly walk to his side.

That's when I stop and kneel beside the fallen man. Derek.

"I was shot." Derek tries to push himself up while Scott and Stiles kneel down to him.

"And you decided to come here instead of the hospital? Are you crazy?" I almost yell, but no one pays attention to my worries.

"Why aren't you healing?"

"Because he needs a bleeping Doctor!"

"I can't. It was a different kind of bullet-"

"A silver bullet?" Stiles butts in and everyone turns their eyes to him.

"No, you idiot--"

"Wait a second. That's what she meant when she said 48 hours."

"What?" I say at the same time as Derek says. "Who said 48 hours?"

"The one who shot you."

"You know who did this?" I send Scott an angered look. "We can tell the police then, but let's take him to the hospital first."

Derek sucks in a breath, and his eyes turn blue before he lowers his head.

"Take her away from me." Derek demands.

Scott is ready to grab my arms and carry me away from Derek and Stiles but I slap his hands away and kneel beside my childhood best friend. Scott does the same.

"What are you doing? Stop that." Scott spats and I rub Derek's back, not knowing what to do.

Even I can see how pathetic I look.

"That's what I'm trying to tell you. I can't."

Scott grabs him, struggling to keep him from falling to the pavement. Other students take notice. Horns start beeping behind Stiles's car and I open the door for them.

"Get up. Derek, get up." When Derek doesn't move, I decide to help him. "Help me put him in your car."

"Him? My jeep? No way." Stiles complains and pouts as Scott and I grab Derek's arms and circle them around our shoulders.

"Stiles!" Scott and I yell at him and he opens the door  so Derek can sit there.

But as he slumps down in the passenger seat, Derek latches onto Scott's arm, not letting him go.

"I need you to find the same kind of bullet. I have to know what they used."

"How am I supposed to do that?"

"She's an Argent. She's with them-"

"Why should I help you?"

"Because you need me." Is Derek's simple answer. I shudder due to the coldness in his words.

Stiles slams the door shut on his side and I climb into the backseat, holding Derek's shoulders, not letting him fall. People now shout from their cars for Stiles to get out of the way.

"Fine, fine. I'll try." Scott promises and Rebs to Stiles and I. "Get him out of here."

"I hate you for this."

Scott pushes the door shut on Derek's side allowing Stiles to pull away. We drive in silence for a few seconds before I can take it anymore.

"Will someone tell me what the eff is happening? Why aren't we taking him to the hospital? Why is Scott trying to find 'the same kind of bullet '? Why do I feel that you're lying to me since I came here?"

While driving, Stiles glances to his phone when it rings, not answering me.  In the passenger seat, Derek slumps down, cradling his arm. Me? Well, I try not to explode because they're deliberately ignoring me.

"Try to not to bleed out on my seats, okay? We're almost there."

"Almost where?"

"Your house."

"No. You can't take me there."

"I can't take you to your house?"

"Not when I can't protect myself."

Stiles hits the brakes, skidding to a stop. "What happens if Scott doesn't find your magic bullet? Are you dying?"

"Not yet. I have a last resort."

"What do you mean? What last resort?" I ask, and this time, Derek does something to answer me.

Derek exposes his gunshot wound. It's stopped bleeding, but the veins surrounding it climb from his forearm like vines, creeping toward his inner-elbow.

"What is that? Is that contagious? Maybe you should just get out." Stiles point at his door.

"Start the car. Now." Derek whispers weakly, but his words are scarier in this low voice.

"I don't think you should be giving orders the way you look. In fact, I think if I wanted to, I could probably drag your werewolf ass out to the middle of the road and leave you for dead."

Wait a second.

Rewind please!

No way, no no no way!

Did Stiles just say the word 'werewolf'? What is going on here? First, I hear Scott and Stiles whispering stuff about alphas, full moons and shifts. And now Stiles calls Derek a werewolf.

What the eff is going on here?

"Start the car or I'm going to rip your throat out with my teeth." Derek stares at him. Stiles starts the car.

I can't help but sigh and hug my legs to my chest. I feel like a puppy being thrown around but everyone, no one telling it the heartbreaking truth. That's how I feel. I take my phone out of my pocket and text Isaac.

<<Lou: I don't think I'll be there tonight. Not sure :(

I rest my head on my knees and wait for his answer. He and Boyd were going to do something after school. They wanted me to go as well but I had something planned with Stiles already. And now it's all going down.

>>Isaac: Why? Is everything okay?

I grunt in frustration. Why does he have be so kind?

<<Lou: I have some stuff to do but I'll text you if I can make it.

>>Isaac: Kay, we'll go. Waiting for that text.

I don't reply to his last message.

Stiles glances to Derek in the passenger seat, who's breathing hard, eyes squeezed shut from the pain. I pay his uninjured arm and he opens his eyes slowly.

"Please tell me what's wrong with you."

Derek shakes his head and pats my hand that still rests on his arm. "Leave it, princess. I'm fine."

"You don't look fine!" I raise my voice and notice Stiles is talking to someone on the phone. Scott. "You were shot! And you're relatively okay with it! You came to my school and asked for Scott's help! How is that rational? And don't tell me you're one because you're not! And I want to know the truth and I want it now!"

Derek smiles at me and glances at me from the corner of his eye. He looks exhausted.

"I'll tell you later." I start to protest but he shushes me. "Later."

"By the way, he's starting to smell." I'm interrupted by Stiles' voice. He waits for an answer from the other side and groans. "Like death."

"Let me hear." I glue my ear against his phone and listen to their conversation.

"Okay. Take him to the animal clinic."

"Why do you want us to take him to the clinic?" I gasp. "What about your boss?"

"What is Louisa doing there with you?" Scott asks, but decides to drop it. "He's gone by now. There's a spare key in a box behind the dumpster in the back."

I lay back on the backseat and hear the ring of my phone. I glance at the time. It's almost seven o'clock in he afternoon. I have to meet the boys at nine. I hope I can make it. After this stressful evening, I need some distraction.

"You're not going to believe where he's telling me to take you." Stiles says to Derek and he grabs the skinny boy's phone out of his hand.

"Did you find it?" He waits a few seconds. Derek looks mad. "You don't find it, I'm dead.

I scoff and decide to stop paying attention to the conversation. But Derek starts talking about the things Scott and Stiles are always whispering about in classes.

"Then think about this... The Alpha called you out against your will. He's going to do it again. And next time you either kill with him or you get killed. You need me. Find the bullet."

Derek hangs up.

"Derek?"

"Not now princess."

•^•^•^•^•^•

Stiles trust me with his phone as he helps Derek inside the animal clinic. It buzzes and I ask Stiles if I can open the text. After his small grunt, I open it.

"Does northern blue monkshood mean anything to you?"

Now propped against the wall of the entrance hall, Derek gradually opens his eyes.

"It's a rare form of Wolfsbane. He has to bring me the bullet."

"Why?" Stiles asks.

"Because without it, I'm dead."

"You've said that a lot today." I comment and receive a tired look from Derek.

When Stiles and I carry Derek inside the examining room, he clicks on a light and slowly pulls his shirt off to reveal the gunshot wound is now far worse. The black veins are now more intense and are slowly reaching his chest. The rest of his arm looks yellow

Yuck!

"Well, that doesn't look like anything some Echinacea and a good night's sleep couldn't take care of."

"When the infection reaches my heart, it'll kill me."

"Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary, is it?" Stiles says quietly.

Derek starts pulling drawers open looking for something. "If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time... Last resort, Lou."

"Which is?" I'm afraid of the answer at this point.

Derek stops at a drawer, finding what he needs. He pulls out an electric bone saw and I cover my mouth, trying not to vomit at the idea that's filling my mind.

"You're going to cut off my arm."

Now excuse me as I puke.

Derek hands the bone saw to Stiles while I'm emptying my stomach's contents on a small bowl. Then he begins tying a tourniquet around the infected arm.

"What if you bleed to death?" Stiles asks the question of the day.

"It'll heal. If it works."

"I don't know if I can do this."

"Why not?"

"Because of the cutting through flesh, the sawing of bone, and especially the blood."

"You faint at the sight of blood?"

"No. But I might at the sight of a chopped off arm."

"Well, just a warning. I have a very sensitive stomach. I will faint at at the sight of blood. And possibly die at the sight of a chopped off arm."

"How about this: Either you cut off my arm or I rip off your head." Be threatens Stiles.

"But wasn't Louisa supposed to be doing it?"

"Do you think she can do it?"

"I'm not buying your threats anymore." Derek grabs him by the collar. "Okay, bought, sold, I'll do it, I'll do it."

Derek releases him and starts gasping, choking and coughing. Hunching over, he opens his mouth as if to throw up. But instead of vomit, an inky black liquid is choked out, spilling across the floor.

"Holy God, what the hell is that?"

"Oh my." I whisper, feeling something move around my stomach as I crouch near the bow again. "It's my turn."

After vomiting again, this time only because of Derek's nasty black thing, I find some tissues and clean my mouth. It tastes so bad.

"My body... Trying... To heal."

"It's not doing a very good job."

Kneeling on the floor, Derek looks up with glowing blue eyes.

"Now... You have to do this now."

"Oh my gosh it's happening!" I cover my ears. "Jesus take the wheel!"

Dragging himself up, Derek puts his infected arm on the examining table.

"Oh God..." Stiles mutters, his face almost as pale as Derek's.

Placing the edge of the blade against Derek's skin, just above the furthest-reaching infected vein, Stiles takes a deep breath. He squeezes his eyes shut. Before he can pull the trigger,
Scott calls his name and bursts through the door, shocked to see Stiles preparing to saw off Derek's arm.

"Oh, finally! Thank you, thank you thank you!" I get to my feet and shake Scott's arm violently. "This has been a very scary fat! Scott McCall don't ever leave me alone with these two!"

"What the hell are you doing?" He asks the two boys in front of us.

"You just prevented a lifetime of nightmares."

"And puke." I add.

"Did you get it?" Scott holds up the bullet and Derek grabs it, raising it up to look at it in the light.

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to... I'm going..." He collapsed right to the floor. The bullet drops and goes rolling. I don't give a flying duck about the bullet right now as I try to wake him up.

"Derek! Come one, buddy!" I scream and pat his face. "Wake up, Derek!"

"No, no, no!" Scott darts after the bullet.

"Derek? Derek, wake up! Scott, what the hell are we going to do?" Stiles kneels beside me.

"I don't know! The bullet, I can't reach it!"

"He's not waking up!" I shout desperately. "Do something, Scott!"

"I think he's dying. I think he's dead!" Stiles panics and I punch his arm.

"No, Derek you can't die!" I plea. "Wake up, wake up!

"I got it!" Scott celebrates and

I look down at Derek and cross my left hand's fingers. "Please don't kill me for this." Before I can chicken out, I punch Derek in the face.

I scream and fall back on the floor when Derek's eyes flutter open. And he struggles to his feet. He scared me!

"Give it to me." Scott tosses Derek the bullet and he cracks the tip open and pulls out a lighter from his pocket. He holds the flame to the contents inside.

I look away and hold a hand to my mouth to prevent any screams from coming out. What is he doing? Is he crazy?

Derek drops back to his knees on the floor and I rush to his side. He opens his mouth, revealing sharpened fangs. I gasps and quickly back off, as Stiles and Scott step back as well.

Derek tilts his head back and screams. It's an ear-piercing, earth shattering howl of agony. And as tears start running down my face, I run away from the three possibly mentally disabled guys and quickly text Isaac.

<<Lou: I'm almost there. Meet you in ten

I don't bother checking my phone as I run. The clinic is closer to the rink than I expected and I only had to run for a few minutes.

I'm greeted by Isaac's worried face when I open the doors.

"Where were you? Boyd and I tried calling you but it went straight to voicemail! What happened?"

"I don't want to talk about it, okay?" I ask, fear clear in my voice. "Let's just have fun."

They don't ask what happened anymore. Isaac throws me my ice-skates and puts an around around my shoulders.

"Tonight, we forget about our life. Tonight..." He looks down at me with shiny eyes. "Tonight we're free."

•^•^•^•^•^•

Surprise of surprises, I fell asleep in Boyd's car while he was driving and taking us home. Someone taps on my shoulder and I stir in my sleep. I grab the person's shirt snd tightly holding in my hand.

"I'll take care of her." A masculine voice says. There's a noise, like hands clapping. "See you tomorrow."

The person lifts me in their arms and a door creaks open. Then there's a trip up some stairs and I'm being lowered down to a soft bed.

"Sleep with the angels, Lou."

A kiss on my forehead and a caress on the cheek later, I fall asleep.

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Here's chapter three! Hope you liked it! Please vote and comment your ideas and thoughts! :) I'll see you next time

Ps: I want them to kiss sooooo bad!!! Who's with me?