Louisa Lloyd

"Are you going to stay here all night or are you going to step out of my jeep and knock on that door?"

Stiles furiously- I really can't tell with this boy- waves his arms around his head and points at Derek's door. Which is right in front of the jeep. But I don't want to get out.

Unfortunately, I understand what this means; this is the house, the burnt house my mother and Angela told me about. I'm about to step inside the house where my entire family died. Excuse me if I don't want to relive that day!

"I don't know..." I whisper to myself, but Scot turns around and faces me with that puppy eyes of his. "I don't want to get in. That's where my entire family died, what if... What if that house is haunted?"

Stiles, I swear to god I'm going to kill this kid by the end of the day, laughs in my face and shakes his head. What's so hilarious?

"I wouldn't be afraid of the house if I were you. I'd be afraid of Derek." For that comment, Stiles ears a smack on the forehead from Scott and a death glare from yours truly. "Okay, sorry. But you have to stay with him."

"Oh, and here I thought I would be staying with my new best friends!" I pout playfully. "Can't we have a sleepover?"

"I don't think Derek would approve of that..." Scott rubs the back of his neck as. "And I think you two need to talk."

"Talk?" Stiles interrupts. "Talk about what? The fact their families died here and they're living inside a cemetery? Because that's what this house is, a big, burnt to the ground cemetery."

"Can I slam his head on the steering wheel? And make it look like an accident?"

Scott blinks and his eyes widen as he understands my words.

"You scare me." He whispers, while his nut job of a best friend sighs.

"Your accent is cute when you're mad." Stiles smirks and I want to rip his head off. With my teeth. So bad.

"Okay, let's go before you end up dead." Scott tells Stiles when he notices the death glare I'm sending his best friend. "Call me if something goes wrong or if you feel... Uncomfortable here."

I met Scott and Stiles a few hours ago when they picked me up from the airport but I understood one thing as soon as I laid eyes on them.

They're crazy. As hell.

But guess what? I've never had friends before besides my sibl- you know, them- and it feels good to be able to be myself with these two tools. I have to admit having someone who cares about your safety and feelings and has only known you for a few hours... It really feels good, like I'm important.

Leaving the cheesy things aside, I step out of Stiles' jeep and the boys help me with my bags. They're not that heavy but for a skinny boy like Stiles, he can carry my handbag without falling.

"Oops!" Stiles trips over his own feet and my bag lands on the floor next to his head.

Spoke too soon.

"So, this is it." I say, rubbing my hands together and playing with my fingers. "Thank you for the ride, guys. I'll just step inside and get comfy."

Stiles and Scott walk over to me and give me a group hug. I've never had one of these before. They're incredible comfortable for a hug. Huh, never thought I'd hug someone on my first day here.

"You're welcome. I can see us becoming great friends in the near future." Stiles sarcastically pats my head. "Well, see you tomorrow at school!"

"If we're going to be best friends forever, you kinda have to tell me all of your secrets. Even the deepest ones. I wanna know!"

Two things happen at the same time, both leaving me extremely confused. They look at each other with nervous smiles and wide eyes; and there's a strange howl from behind me. That's when Scott pushes me inside the house without knocking on the door, my bag flying behind me. Before he closes the door, Scott warns me not to open the door and not to leave until Derek gets here.

And, being the patient human being I am, I do exactly as Scott says and sit by the window, waiting for my childhood best friend to get home.

Ah ah ah, let me laugh at that.

I jump out of the house as soon as I hear them leave, at least when they're at a safe distance. The door isn't locked or anything so my escape is pretty easy. The woods that surround the burnt house are creepier than anything I've ever seen, like those horror movies I used to watch with the kids.

And just remembering that scares me. Well done, Lou, now you just have to pee your pants and rock around like a baby. Waiting for an animal to eat you alive.

When I'm scared enough to turn around and get back inside, the strange howling comes back, this time closer to me. I don't dare to turn as I run for my life and close the door behind my back. My breathing is heavy and I have to place a hand over my heart to check if it's still beating. I can't feel it.

I feel the sudden urge to call someone, and the only contacts I have on my phone and Angela's and Brett's. Yeah, pretty antisocial. I call her a few times and I even try Brett's phone but no one answers

It takes half an hour for Angela to pick up her phone. Surprisingly, this house has enough signal for me to call her. When she pick up she greets me.

"Oh honey, I'm so happy for you! You're finally there and you're going to make so many friends and-"

There's a voice on the background that interrupts her ranting. Brett.

"Let the girl tell us how her day went! Geez, woman, you're on fire today." There's a small noise on the other side of the phone and I cringe.

"Please tell me you're not kissing."

"Okay, I won't tell you." I can hear Brett's smirk in his words. "But how are you, sweetie?"

"It was okay, the flight was long and I'm tired." I notice how the house has almost no furniture, so I sit on the floor near the front door and my bags.

There's no way I can get them to my room, wherever it might me. I just hope he doesn't really live here. Everything's destroyed.

"And now I'm waiting for Derek to come home."

Angela shushes her husband and tells him to go check on the kids so she can talk to me. As I hear a door close, Angela bombards me with questions.

"Why are you waiting for him? Didn't he pick you up from the airport like he was supposed to? Have you made any friends?"

"Fine, fine, but please don't kill me." I laugh and involuntarily throw my hands in the air in surrender. "Derek was busy so he sent two of his friends to pick me up. Surprisingly, they're my age and very nice. Well, Stiles is a little complicated but I can see why Scott and him are great friends. They're good people. And I have school tomorrow so I think I kinda have to go and have some sleep, it's pretty late here."

"What time is it?" She asks.

I glance at the clock on my phone screen and shriek. It's almost two in the morning. I'm so dead, I won't be able to sleep and I'll look like a zombie on my first day. Way to go, Louisa!

"It's very late!" I say nervously. "Okay, I'll call you soon, bye!"

I don't give her time to say goodbye as I turn my phone off and inspect the house. It's very clear Derek won't be here soon, so I have to make myself comfortable and have some sleep.

I don't wait for Derek to get home, I grab the blanket and pillow I brought with me and make myself comfortable on the floor near a window.

It takes a while for me to fall asleep but dreams involving my years back in London take me away to the land of sleep and unicorns.

I like unicorns.

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The school bell rings as Stiles opens the door of his jeep for me. I step out and look around, not surprised to see the usual high school cliches: jocks hanging out with the popular crew, the outcasts near a shadowy corner and the unpopular students, probably like Stiles himself, struggling to enter the school building without crossing the populars' path.

I distance myself from the two boys behind me to find some new friends, but not before hearing some suspicious words coming out of their mouths.

"And then what? You killed her?" Stiles asks.

"I don't know. I woke up. I was sweating like crazy and I couldn't breathe. I've never had a dream where I woke up like that." Scott shrugs and follows Stiles to the entrance of the school.

"I have. But it usually ends a little differently." Stiles sends me a wink as I look back at them and shudder.

"Stop looking at me like that!" I protest. "Why do you do it? It looks like you know something that I don't."

"Oh, dear Lou. There's a lot of stuff that I know and you don't."

I send him the best glare I can muster and show him my dear middle finger. And the two hormonal teenage boys only laugh. Wow, feeling the love guys.

"Well, I'm going. Bye guys. I'll see you after school, you have to take me home after all." I look at Stiles to say one last thing. "And don't forget to check your jeep for scratches."

He jumps in the air and I leave him to inspect his beloved jeep. I didn't do anything, I swear. I just want to scare him a little bit and have fun. Because I have a feeling this is going to be a very, very, very long day.

As I distance myself from Scott and Stiles and enter the school building, I notice a boy standing alone by the lockers, his head down. The only thing I can see from here is his curly light brown hair. Damn, I like curls.

Deciding I can leave the whole making friends plan for letter, I search for the Principal's office. I have to get my schedule and map of the school, but since this my first day here, I don't know where the office is.

I must have been walking around for a while because I feel a tap on my shoulder and a soft voice speaking behind me.

"Are you lost?"

I quickly turn around and the lonely boy I saw before stands in front of me, his head still hanging low, not letting me see his face.

"Yeah, I'm looking for the Principal's office."

"I-I can take you there i-if you want." The boy speaks in a low voice.

"That'd be great, thank you." I stick my hand out. "I'm Louisa, by the way. I'm new."

He inspects my hand and raises his eyes to meet mine. By heart takes this as a cue to start beating faster and louder than ever, and I feel a deep blush on my neck. Please, don't embarrass yourself now! Blue eye. I like blue eyes too.

"Isaac." Is the only thing he says, but shakes my hand.

"Nice to meet you, Isaac." We share a small smile and he takes me all the way to the office.

We don't speak as we walk, me being me, too scared to talk. I don't like talking to new people, I get all nervous and my hands start sweating. I'm just socially awkward.

"This is it." Isaac says as he taps the door. "Do you want me to wait for you outside? I can show you where your classes are."

Now that he politely, like a true gentlemen, asked, I really can't say no. I have fifteen minutes left until the first bell rings and I could use an extra help to find my classes.

"That'd be great, thank you Isaac." I notice how his eyes shift to mine whenever I speak to him. Those sparkly blue eyes.

Okay, focus.

"I'll be sitting here then." He points at the sofas outside the Principal's door where he decides to wait for me.

That's so nice of him.

I nod at him and wait a few seconds before knocking on the door. My awkwardness decides to start showing as a deep blush appears on my entire face. No, not just my cheeks like in the movies or books. Whenever I'm embarrassed or nervous, my entire face transforms into a damn volcano.

Thank you so much, dead genes.

The door opens in a rush as a very intimidating man stands tall in front of me, a big smile on his face. What's with people today? Everyone decides to smile out of the blue and no one told me?

"You must me Louisa Lloyd. Welcome to our school. Let's just have a chat inside me office for a few minutes." He looks back at Isaac with his eyebrows raised. "Mister Lahey, I'm sure I can take Miss Lloyd to her classes, but thank you for the help, I'm sure she appreciates it too."

Isaac sends me a nod, not even a decent glance only a nod, and scurries out of the room as fast as his legs can. Weird kid. But nice. And good looking.

"So, here's the map of our beloved school and your schedule for this semester." He hands me my new schedule and points his finger at the map. "Can you please study this for a bit as I inform my students of some things?"

I nod, not caring if he has to inform his dear students of the flipping apocalypse. He pushes a button on a microphone (or whatever that thing is) and clears his throat.

"Attention, students. This is your Principal." He pauses for the suspense. "I know you're all wondering about the vandalism that occurred to one of our buses last night. While the police work to determine what happened... Classes will proceed as scheduled. Thank you."

I can hear the groans coming from the students walking by the hallway next to this office. I smile internally but then ask him what that was all about.

"Oh, there was a little accident last nigh with one of the buses, nothing too serious, don't worry. I should take you to your class, I'm sure you're excited to start studying here."

I only smile, but I clearly don't want to be here, talking to him and being seen by everyone in this school. I'm sure they'll all stare at me, they always do.

What if I trip? What if I spill coffee on the popular girl and she starts hating me?

This was a bad idea! I should have stayed in London!

"So, I read your file yesterday and it says you lived in London since the fire. How is it there?"

"It's good, I guess. I don't really remember my years here in Beacon Hills so... It was home." I smile sadly as I remember the times the kids and I ran around our house searching for the hidden treasure.

"I'm sure you'll find this town as homey as London. We're good people." He pays my back and directs me to a door. "That's your first class. Do you want me to get in with you?"

I ponder on my options. I can get inside with the Principal and have everyone stare at me, or I can go alone, talk with the teacher and sit.

What a difficult decision, can I make a call?

"I think I'll be okay, thank you." I shake his hand and grab my backpack straps. "Thanks for showing me around. That was very sweet of you, sir."

"Oh, don't need to thank me. It's by job."

He smiles at me and leaves me staring at the door in pure horror. It's now or never. Scott and Stiles are probably inside, right? I'm not sure but I really hope they're there... And maybe Isaac too.

I knock three times in the door before opening it and stepping inside. I look down at my schedule and find the teacher's name, Mr. Harris. Chemistry. Oh, I loved chemistry back in London.

The teacher stands at the board writing down some chemical reactions and as I close the door he looks up at me with mischievous eyes.

"Oh, you must be Miss Lloyd. What took you so long? We're you lost?" Mr. Harris says and I instantly dislike him.

"Hm, the Principal wanted to talk to me." I say slowly and hesitantly. "

"I don't have time for this, I have a class to teach in case you didn't notice it." He waved his hand around the room. "As this is your first day, you can choose who you want to sit with. But choose carefully." He gets really close do my face. "You'll be pretender for the whole year."

"Okay..." I answer and look around me. There are three empty seats and one of them is right behind Scott and Stiles. Right next to Isaac!

That's where I sit, leaving behind the mean teacher. I don't like him. And my good grade in this class just flew out the window.

TAKE ME WITH YOU!

Scott and Stiles turn around as I sit down, not letting me greet my partner. Isaac. Yeah.

"Look who decided to get her sweet ass to class." Stiles raises and lowers his eyebrows in a very perverted way and smirks at me.

"Please stop, Stiles." I turn to Scott this time. "Is he always like this?"

"Get used to it." Stiles answers for his best friend and I laugh.

The teacher sends us a look and restarts what he was doing before I interrupted him.

"Can you please stop looking at me like that?"

"Like what?" Scott and Stiles ask at the same time.

"This conversation just got weirder." I whisper under my breath, earning me a chuckle from Isaac. "Don't you dare laugh at me, Izzy!"

He looks at me like I have ten eyes and shakes his head.

"Now where did that come from?"

"I have no idea..." I admit. "I like giving people nicknames."

"What is yours then?"

"I don't know, that rule doesn't apply to me. I'm Louisa."

"I'll call you Lou from now on." Isaac says, but turns as red as a tomato when he notices what he just said. "Only if you're oka-"

"I love it! Lou, yeah. It suits me."

Our little moment is interrupted by my other friends. The two boys in front of me whisper to each other, but Stiles doesn't really know how to whisper because I'm sure everyone can hear him.

"Mr. Stilinski, if that's your idea of a hushed whisper you might want to pull the earphones out once in a while. I think you and Mr. McCall would benefit from a little distance. Yes?" Mr. Harris points to an ape the seat on the other side of the classroom and Stiles grumpily leaves his friend behind to sit by himself. "Let me know if the separation anxiety gets to be too much."

He turns back to the board and a girl raises up from her seat.

"Hey look! They found something!"

"Oh my god Harley!" Isaac face palms. "Don't be such a drama queen."

Everyone turns to a Harley who's pointing out the window.

"They found a body!"

In one motion the class bolts to the window to see for themselves. Even Mr. Harris. I grab Isaac's arm just in case and we carefully walk behind the others to get to the window. When I look outside I see an ambulance and two doctors pushing a gurney. Strapped to it is a man's body. I tighten my grip on Isaac's arm and he lays a protective hand on my shoulder. Like he wants me to turn around and stop looking.

"That's not a rabbit." Scott says to Stiles and I stare at them bewildered. "Nothing, Louisa."

The gurney rolls toward the ambulance and I look up at Isaac before my eyes find the gurney once again. Suddenly, the man's body lurches up and waves his arms around. I don't contain the scream that leaves my mouth and Isaac circles his arms around me.

"It's okay, don't look. It'll be okay. Calm down." He pats my head comfortably and I bury my head on his chest. He smells like grass and coffee. I thing it's a good combination.

Students around me scream as well, as the doctors ease the victim down, Scott steps back from the others. Stiles slowly approaches him and pulls his friend away.

"This is good. He's not dead. He got up. A dead guy can't do that." Stiles says, loud enough for me and Isaac to hear. But he's too busy keeping us away from the scene.

"Stiles... I did that." Scott looks devastated, and I can't stop my wondering mind from imagining Scott ripping the man's throat out.

Mr. Harris dismisses everyone and before I can blink twice, it's time for my second class of the day. Isaac follows me around and gives me some advice.

"This is a good place to hide and have lunch without being disturbed." He points at the library.

"Is that where you have lunch?" I ask, and he nods, casting his head down. I look at him and force his chin up with my hand. "Hey... No need to feel embarrassed. This is all new for me, you know? Having friends."

"It's new for me too." He says and honestly, I can't blame him. "I know how that feels. You're the first person to talk to me without second intentions."

"That both saddens me and pleases me. I'm glad you asked me if I was lost this morning. I could be hanging out with the cool kids if it weren't for you. Thank you for saving me from their wrath!"

He laughs and guides me to our next class, Economics. He sits beside me as the teacher calls my name and asks me to stand in front of everyone and say something about myself. I look at Isaac with fear in my eyes and he understands something is wrong with me. He holds my hand for a second before I stand and walk to the teacher.

"Students, this is Louisa Lloyd, our new student. I believe you'll make her feel at home and that you'll treat her with respect." He glances at a redhead and nods at her.

She nods back and smiles at me like she has known me since we were babies. As I tell them how my life was back in London I can't help but look at Isaac. He nods once in a while and shows me his amazing smile to make this easier for me.

When the trip to hell is over I sit by him again and can't thank him enough.

"You saved me, you know? I wouldn't be able to do it if you weren't encouraging me." He smile at him shyly. "Thanks."

"You're welcome." Isaac says before we turn back to the teacher as he does what he does best. Teach. And scream at a boy named Greenberg.

"Bobby Finstock, this man is a box full of unpleasant surprises." Isaac smiles next to me and nudges my shoulder. "He's the lacrosse coach as well."

"Oh, poor you!" I laugh quietly and the bell rings when coach decides to start teaching us something useful.

Isaac and I leave the classroom side by side, and I can see our friendship starting to grow. This feeling, the feeling of having friends is pretty dang good. I can't say I know what people feel like when they talk about their friends but now I know what having friends feels like. Okay, I consider Scott and Stiles my friends, but I feel like I can trust Isaac more than I can trust them. It's just the vibes they send me, they always look like they're hiding something from everybody. Like they have this deep secret no one can know about.

"So, are you ready for lunch?" I ask him.

"I'll be heading to the library then, want to come?"

"No." He blinks at me and looks sad, muttering a low 'Oh' under his breath. I grab his arms when he turns to leave and make him face me. "And you're not going either! When was the last time you had lunch with some friends?"

He doesn't answer my question and I start doubting my method. I really want to make friends and enjoy my days here, but only if Isaac comes with me. I can't just enter the canteen and have everyone stare at me, like they're going to take my head and eat me alive. Yeah, I got it bad. I hate attention, unwanted attention.

"No, I'm not going, Lou." He protests. "And there nothing you can do or say to make me go."

"Oh, really?"

Lunch tray in hands, Isaac follows me around as we look for an empty table. He mutters profanities under his breath and I can't help but laugh at his words. I notice Scott and Stiles sitting with the red headed girl in my last class and some other people. They seem nice but I already know the pair, I want to make my own friends, I don't want them to be my friends just because I talk to Scott and Stiles.

So I point at a table where a lonely black guy sits by himself. Isaac shrugs like he couldn't care less where we sit. I walk in front of the handsome boy- lets admit it, he's pretty hot- and smile at the boy I'm going to be friends with.

"Hey, can we sit here?" I ask and he looks up, surprised.

"Hm, sure. Let me just-" He grabs his bag that was occupying the rest of the table and I sit in front of him, Isaac right next to me.

I hold my hand out to greet him and he stares at my hand before actually shaking it.

"I'm Louisa. I'm new." I smile happily. Okay, what happened to shy Louisa? Guess what, I'm feeling bold today. Let's enjoy it while it lasts, this doesn't happen very often. "And you are?"

"Vernon Boyd. But people just call me Boyd." He says shyly. What's up with guys today? Are they all shy like Isaac and Boyd?

"Hm, I have the perfect nickname for you!" I squeal and Boyd looks as Isaac for help. The blue eyes boy just shrugs as raises his hands. "VB, Vernon Boyd. Hey, don't feel embarrassed! Isaac over here is Izzy, and I'm Lou."

Boyd stares at me for a while, as if he's inspecting my face. After what feels like hours of him and Isaac staring at me without speaking, I punch their arms and glare at them playfully.

"What's wrong with you two?" I ask.

"Nothing." Isaac starts.

"It's just- no one has ever sat with me and Isaac always eats alone in the library." Isaac looks at Boyd, surprised. "I've been your classmate since first grade."

"Oh." Isaac nods his head slowly. "You're different than other people. You looked so nervous back in Economics when coach told you to stand and talk about yourself. And yet, here you are, talking to us and making friends."

I study their faces as they nod at me, Boyd agreeing with Isaac's words. I really can't explain it. I've always been shy, that's not even a question. I feel comfortable here, like I can do anything, like I can talk to whoever I want and be okay with it.

Only if I have someone with me. And that someone has been Isaac all day.

"I just- I don't know. It feels good to talk to you guys. Not weird or awkward like back in London. I was the weird kid who never talked to anyone and had the horrible habit of having panic attacks whenever strangers talked to her."

Boyd notices my discomfort and decides to change the subject. I feel a hand resting on top of mine on my lap. Isaac smiles.

"Weren't you with those guys this morning? You could have chose to sit with them instead of sticking with us." Boyd asks with raises eyebrows and glances at Scott and Stiles.

"I don't want people to pity me and be friends with me just because of them. I want to be able to choose who I want to be friends with."

They share a smile and Isaac wraps his arm around my shoulders, Boyd grabbing my hands.

"And you chose us." I nod at Isaac's words.

"Then you'll be our first friend." Boyd smiles happily.

"We can be the three musketeers!" I propose. "We even have cute nicknames!"

"And whose fault is that?"

We laugh at each other's weirdness and Isaac agrees to give me a ride home in his amazing yet very old bike. He says I can sit behind him.

That brings a smile to my face that doesn't leave until we reach the Stilinski residence, where I'm supposed to meet Stiles.

"Are you living with the Sheriff?"

"No, I'm living with a friend." I have to lie about my house, Scott asked me not to reveal where I'm living. Something to do with Derek's privacy. I can respect that. "But Stiles wanted me to wait for him here."

That's not a lie. When I found my other two friends, they were discussing bowling skills near the lockers and I asked if it was okay to leave with Isaac. Stiles agreed right away saying he couldn't give me a ride either, but told me to wait for him at his house.

I feel so awful not telling Isaac where I really live.

So I wave at him when he backs out of Stiles' street. I contemplate my options. I can stay here and wait for a boy to give me a ride home or I can find my way back home. I hate waiting, so the only option I'm considering is the second one.

"Let's go, then."

I walk into the woods in front of his house, and it's actually very easy to find Derek's house. It's immensely big and majestic, even after being destroyed. It just shows how wealthy our families were. Okay, there were two families living here, but it's big as HE double hockey sticks.

I open my mouth to greet Derek as I open the door but Scott's voice interrupts me before I can even speak.

"Okay. I know I was part of you getting arrested. And that we basically announced you being here to the hunters. And I also don't know what happened with your sister..."

So is this why Derek wasn't here yesterday? Was he in jail? What happened? Blimey, is he s criminal? Did Angela send me to live with a criminal?

"But I think I did something last night. I had this dream about... Someone. But someone else got hurt. And it turns out that part of the dream might have actually happened."

"You think you attacked the Driver." It surprises me how cold Derek's voice is.

I hide behind a destroyed couch or something that looks like a couch and look at the two figures in front of me. Scott's tall, I have to admit it, but Derek towers over him with his cold stare and muscular body. After seeing this interaction, I don't believe they're good friends. 

"How do you know everything? Are you constantly keeping an eye on me? Did you see what I did last night?" Scott asks desperately.

"No."

"Then can you at least tell me the truth? Am I going to hurt someone?"

"Yes."

Scott flinches at the abruptness of the answer. I flinch too. What is this all about? Scott wouldn't hurt anyone in purpose. Would he?

"Could I kill someone?"

"Probably." Derek rolls his eyes and answers shortly.

"Am I going to kill someone?" Scott changes his question, hoping for a different answer.

"Yes."

Scott's knees look like they're about to buckle by the way he's shaking. He leans back against the wall, as Derek continues.

"I can show you how to remember. How to control the shift. Even on a full moon. But it's not going to come for free."

Then i receive a weird text message, alerting the boys of my presence. I don't bother checking it, it's probably Angela. I didn't give anyone my number today, now even Isaac or Boyd.

They stop talking and look at the couch him currently crouching behind and Scott laughs.

"Come out, Louisa, I know it's you." When I don't move, I hear him sigh and move around the room.

I cringe when a hand grabs my arms and pulls me up. I smile sweetly like I didn't just hear the weirded conversation ever.

"Oh, hey Scott! Didn't see you there!" He shows me his best poker face and I grunt. "Fine! What was that all about? You're two crazy guys, let me just tell you that."

Derek surprises me when he takes long and fast steps toward me and takes me away from Scott, embracing me.

"There, there big guy." I lay his back awkwardly. "Did you miss me that much?"

"You have no idea." He tells Scott to leave, not in pleasant words, and shows me his incredible smile. "It's been six years. And here you are, a grown adult."

He messes with my hair and I slap his hand away while laughing. I may not remember him but he remembers me, and I know we'll be fine.

We'll be fine.

But is that the reason why Scott didn't want me to tell Isaac where I live? Because Derek was in jail?

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Chapter two, people! How was it? Is this length okay? Tell me what you think!
For those who didn't get it, HE double hockey sticks is HELL! Lou doesn't curse, she only uses 'hell' once in a while.

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