"ARE YOU SURE you've got this?" I was turned around to look at Erica from the passenger side seat of Derek's car. Erica was rocking a black skirt and leather jacket. On her feet were a pair of leapord print heels I had given to her. Those heels had been tucked under my bed, hidden from my father. I'd also taken my time doing her makeup, the key feature being her Ruby red lips.

"Positive," she sent me a dangerous grin. I smiled back, nodding at her. I sat forwards again as she got out of the back, strutting up to the school. It was lunch time and she was just now making a grand entrance to flaunt her glowup.

I was proud.

I was still smiling as I glanced at Derek for a moment through the sunglasses purched on my nose. Apart from that I wore my hair in a ponytail, hidden under the hood of my grey jacket. I didn't want to risk being caught with Derek, or worse, Erica, and get the lot of us in trouble with the police (since I was a fugitive and all).

"I wish I could see their faces," I gushed as I shook my head and leaned against my seat.

"I can't wait to see Scott and Stiles' reaction," Derek added. I rolled my eyes.

"You know I'm not here to help you annoy them or further your little agenda against them, right?" I raised a daunting brow, "I'm here for Erica."

"Trust me, I know," he smirked. I fought off a smile as I turned to face the window again, crossing my arms.

It wasn't much later that Erica returned with a smirk, sliding into the back of Derek's car. Scott and Stiles rushed out of the school, staring at us. Derek sent them a cocky smirk. I sighed as I looked back at Erica.

"Have fun?"

"Definitely."

* * * * *

I hummed slightly as I folded clothes. It somehow was relaxing to me, unlike when my dad was alive and it was stressful. I was in the middle of folding one of my shirts when Isaac entered my room and stormed over to the growing pile of folded clothes. I hadn't sorted them yet, so all of our clothes were mixed together.

"I need my shirt," he grumbled before pushing almost half of the pile to the side.

I abruptly paused my humming and folding. My jaw dropped as he carelessly looked through the pile, most of the clothing coming unfolded.

"Got it," Isaac didn't even look at me as he turned and started to walk out. I pursed my lips as I glared at his back, tightly clutching the shirt in my hands.

"Isaac!" I snapped. I wanted to throw a shirt at him but didn't want to scare or hurt him. He didn't respond and kept going. I groaned loudly as he disappeared around the corner.

I was close to screaming in frustration as I started refolding the clothes he'd undone.

"Need a hand?" Derek appeared out of nowhere. I flinched slightly, sighing as I placed a hand over my racing heart.

"Jesus Christ," I muttered. Derek had the teeniest of smiles as he started to fold alongside me. I almost couldn't even see it.

"He'll calm down eventually," Derek spoke, referring to Isaac. I sighed and nodded.

"Hopefully he stops being such a damn angsty teen soon," I said, knowing Isaac could hear me. I wanted him to. We didn't talk anymore for the rest of us folding clothes.

* * * * *

The next day, later and after school, everybody was acting weird again. Isaac actually talked to me, saying he was sorry for ignoring me but didn't really seam to mean it.

I didn't think he meant it because he went right back to ignoring me after he apologized. Derek was acting suspicious and had disappeared for a while before showing up again.

Then, Erica came over and the trio all left together. Derek had ominously told me to stay home and that there was soup in the fridge for me to eat for dinner. I had eaten it quickly (it honestly wasn't that bad, just tasted a bit funny) before leaving the house.

I had on a stupid pair of sunglasses and my hood up of my jacket, even though it was almost dark. I walked mostly through my woods until I got to the neighborhood I was looking for.

The brown house looked familiar as I crossed the road. I walked around back and easily hopped the picket fence, approaching the large yet skinny tree along the side. I huffed as I jumped and grabbed a branch, using it to pull myself higher. Once I was up I had a perfect view of the window. Thankfully the person I had went to see was just laying in bed, a game controller in hand.

"Joey," I called out before smacking my hand against his window. I grinned widely when he jumped, nearly falling off of his bed as his head snapped in my direction. He ran a hand over his blonde head of hair before walking over and opening his window.

"Good Lord, where the hell have you been?" Joey asked as he helped me through the window, closing it afterwards. I smiled at him.

"Oh, you know, just hiding out from the cops," I said simply. He chuckled as he turned to face me, wrapping his arms around me in a hug.

"If you absolutely have to you can stay here, ya know," Joey ran his hands through my hair after he pulled down my hood. I smiled again as I rested my head on his chest.

"I know. I wouldn't want to get you and your parents in trouble," I said. He shrugged and pulled away, sitting on his bed.

"Eh, my dad's not scared of the law," he grinned goofily. I laughed as I sat beside him, crossing my legs, "Wanna play Mario Cart?"

"Duh."

We played for a while, arguing and laughing occasionally. My stomach and head were both starting to hurt, however, as time went on. I felt my eyes flutter for a moment halfway through our game and my character veered off the road, letting Joey pass me.

I was too focused on the pounding in my head to notice Joey cheering that he won. His smile dropped when he turned to face me.

"Yo, are you okay, Jules?" He asked as he carefully leaned closer. I gulped.

"I don't know, something just came over me," I mumbled. Joey frowned and pressed the back of his hand against my forehead, imedietly retracting.

"Holy fuck, you're hot!" He shrieked. I couldn't help but smirk lightly.

"Please, you're too kind."

"No, seriously," Joey sounded concerned, "I think you might be sick. Do you want me to drive you back to whatever crackhouse you're staying at?"

I nodded lazily, my head dropping into my hands, "Yes, please."

"Okay, come on."

* * * * *

My feet dragged as I entered the loft, my shoulders sagging and my head hung low. I honestly felt like complete shit.

"There you are," Isaac said as he walked closer to me, "Where have you been?"

"I was at Joey's," I coughed, turning my head away as to not get germs on him.

"I was worried sick," Isaac mumbled, "Are you okay?"

I nodded, "I'll be fine, just a passing cold."

Isaac simply watched as I passed him, heading towards the stairs. I smiled weakly at Derek as I passed him. Instead of going straight to bed like I wanted to, I stopped by the bathroom to shower. It was quick and soon I was entering my bedroom with my towel wrapped around my body.

"Isaac said you're not feeling good."

I was too miserable to even react to finding Derek sitting on my bed. I simply coughed into my elbow and approached my dresser, pulling out a comfortable outfit to wear.

"I feel like shit," I corrected. I glanced over at him before down at my clothes, "Can you, like, turn around or something?"

"I was just stopping by," Derek said instead as he stood up, "Just hollar if you need anything."

I was stunned as I watched the alpha exit my room, shutting the door behind him. He was actually offering to help me if needed. Maybe he was feeling sick as well.

* * * * *

It was past one the next day when I woke up, still feeling trashy. I was freezing yet hot to the touch, naucious, and my stomach was aching. I was just closing my eyes to go back to sleep when a wave of pain rippled through my stomach.

I barely made it to the bathroom before I was vomiting. I coughed into the toilet, my meals from the previous day coming up with ease.

Isaac seemed to come out of nowhere, one hand holding back my hair while the other rubbed my back. I threw up a bit more before slugging against the nearby wall. I noticed then that Derek was standing in the doorway with his arms crossed. He almost looked sympathetic.

Isaac helped me stand up and guided me out of the room, angrily glancing at Derek. I didn't bother asking about it.

Minutes later I was entering the kitchen, my blanket wrapped tightly around me as I plopped down at the counter. Isaac had slithered away somewhere.

"You hungry?" Derek asked. Before I could answer, my stomach grumbled. He smirked and nodded before heading towards the fridge, "Eggs?"

"Scrambled, please," I smiled and snuggled further into my blanket. I had a stuffed duck in my hand, hidden by the blanket. It made me feel happier.

"Any idea what might've made you sick?" Derek asked. His tone was a bit skeptical but I was too tired to question it.

"I don't know," I shrugged, "Maybe Joey got me sick."

"Who's Joey?" Derek asked almost directly after I'd finished talking. I raised a brow at him, making him clear his throat and focus on the eggs.

"He's my friend," I said, intentionally ominous. Derek huffed and nodded as he continued making the eggs.

"Right, well, Isaac and I won't be home tonight but I don't think you should go see your little friend," Derek said gruffly as he put the eggs onto a plate for me. He turned and set it in front of me, leaning against the counter. I smiled. He sounded jealous, though I wasn't sure why or of what.

"So now I'm under house arrest?" I teased as I started eating.

"Something like that," Derek smirked. I laughed quietly, focusing on the eggs in front of me instead of him. It was weird having him be nice to me, but I definitely didn't mind.

* * * * *

Most of my day was spent lounging on the couch. Sometimes Isaac or Derek would check up on me or go get me something to drink. Derek sat with me for a few minutes before him and Isaac left to go do whatever they needed to.

They said they weren't sure when they'd be home, and to make enough dinner for Erica. That what I was doing at the moment, cooking dinner. I had washed my hands four times by now, having to pause the whole thing to go throw up at one point.

Luckily, I'd chosen something easy to make. Chili. I made enough that we could have leftovers the next day, just so that I wouldn't have to cook more than I had to.

For some reason, Derek was on my mind. He was actually quite tolerable when he was being nice and wasn't turning teenagers into werewolves. I liked that side of him.

Speak of the devil, the door opened from behind me. I smiled as I turned around to look. My face fell at what I saw.

Isaac and Erica both looked like they'd gotten into a fight--possibly with each other? After Derek came through, smug as always, another teenage boy came through. He was tall and fit. And, something told me he was a werewolf.

I pursed my lips as I turned to glare at Derek, "Oh, and who might that be?"

"His name's Boyd," Derek smirked before continuing, "And he's my new beta."

I shook my head before turning to the boy himself, "Do you like chili, Boyd?"

"Yes ma'am," He nodded. I smiled at his politeness before turning to start scooping the chili into bowls.

"Erica, can you help me carry these?" I asked as I grabbed two of the bowls. Erica nodded and quickly moved to grab two more, "Derek, you can get your own."

Isaac smiled a thanks as I set it in front of him, Boyd nodding when I gave him his. I sat beside Erica, Isaac and Boyd across from us, and Derek at the head of the table. Something felt off about Isaac and Erica, like they were hiding something. Derek was just being Derek.

"So, where did you go?" I asked as I turned to face my brother.

"Just to go get Boyd," Isaac shrugged as he kept his eyes trained on his bowl. It was clearly not the full story. I turned to face Erica.

"Erica?" I asked. She barely glanced my way before shrugging. I sighed and looked to Boyd with my brows raised, "Will you at least tell me the truth?"

"Scott showed up and kicked their asses," he nodded towards Erica and Isaac, "Then Derek finished him off."

I hummed, "Thank you, Boyd."

"He started it," Derek snapped. I gave him a look.

"Seriously? Is this kindergarten?" I asked. He rolled his eyes.

"You act like it is," he retorted.

"Are they always like this?" I heard Boyd asking Isaac.

"Pretty much," Isaac said back. I rolled my eyes but kept quiet for the rest of dinner. I just left the dishes in the sink, not in the mood to clean them right now, and went up to my room.

I laid there for about an hour, tossing and turning, before another wave of sickness washed over me. I leapt up and ran to the bathroom, holding back my hair as I vommited for the millionth time.

I sat there for a few moments as I waited for myself to calm down. I washed my face and hands before I popped a headache pill into my mouth.

"Feeling any better yet?"

I sighed at the sound of Derek's voice from my bed. I walked over near my dresser and grabbed my hoodie that way laying on the ground, pulling it on over my plain shirt.

"Nope."

"I'm sure it'll go away soon."

"Maybe I should go to the doctors," I shrugged as I sat beside him, crossing my legs.

"I don't think it's that bad yet," Derek frowned slightly and shook his head.

"I rarely get sick," I mumbled. I was so exhausted I barely realized I'd leaned my head against his shoulder, "This is probably the worst I've ever gotten and I don't even know what it is."

"You'll be okay."

I could feel his hand carefully rubbing up and down my back, my eyes slowly closing. It wasn't much later that I was fast asleep.

a/n

hello frens here's a new chapter :) it's basically a filler but it was needed soooo

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