18 | officially and utterly screwed





























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EVERYTHING HAS CHANGED

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

OFFICIALLY AND UTTERLY SCREWED

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"Faster?" Meilani asked Stiles as she sped down the road, a dark car being driven by Allison's aunt was, Kate, chasing after them. She was just glad she had actually listened to her mom and got her license as soon as she had turned sixteen because if she hadn't... her and Stiles would probably be dead right now with how fast they drove.

Stiles peered out the back window and the police cruiser seemed to have caught up to them because all he saw was headlights. "Yeah... much faster would be nice."

Meilani silently groaned and pushed her foot further down on the gas pedal, accelerating the car even further. Thank God for Derek's sports car or they would have definitely been caught by now.

Stiles continued to look behind them to make sure that the car behind them hadn't caught up. "Babe, I'm really not sure you are grasping the concept of the car chase here."

"If I go faster I will kill us, Stiles," Meilani argued, not taking her eyes off the road because she didn't want to think about what would happen if she let the car slide.

"If you don't go any faster, they're going to kill us," Stiles countered.

Meilani mumbled something about Stiles always being right before she pushed the gas pedal all the way to the floor and sent them shooting off further down the road. She relaxed slightly when Stiles mentioned that they had lost the car.

Stiles pulled out one of the walkie talkies he had stolen from his dad and turned it on to see what was going on with Derek.

"All units, suspect is on foot heading into the Iron Works," a male voice came through the speaker.

Stiles and Meilani both exchanged a look before Meilani sped off in the direction of the Iron Works. She just hoped she made it in time before something bad had happened to Derek. Eventually, she found a back entrance to the Iron Works and Meilani stopped short when she noticed Derek hidden behind a crane while Chris shot spark arrows at him.

"Get in!" Stiles yelled and pushed the door open, clambering into the back so Derek could get in.

Derek ducked as Chris shot another arrow at him before he raced over to the car and jumped in as Meilani sped away from the scene.

"What part of laying now do you not understand?" Meilani snapped at Derek.

"Dammit! I had him!" Derek growled, slamming his fists on his seat. His chest heaved as his anger grew more.

Stiles popped his head into the front and looked impressed. "Wait the alpha?"

"Yes! He was right in front of me and the freaking police showed up," Derek explained in a very loud tone, indicating he was pissed off and no one should push him in any way to make him even more mad. An angry wolf was never something you should poke at. Meilani knew about that in more ways than she would like.

"Hey, they're just doing their jobs," Stiles defended, but he cowered back slightly at the menacing look on Derek's face.

Derek stared at Stiles for a long moment before he turned his attention to Meilani. "Yeah, well, thanks to someone who made me the most wanted fugitive in the entire state!"

"Can we seriously get passed that?" Meilani huffed. "I made a dumbass mistake, I get it, Derek!"

"Alright!" Stiles yelled to cut off the bickering between Derek and Meilani. "How did you find him?"

Derek scoffed and shook his head. He stared out the window, not even bothering to answer Stiles' question.

"Can you just trust us for half a second please?" Meilani exasperatedly begged. Derek was seriously frustrating and she wanted to rip his throat out half the time.

"The last time I talked to my sister she was close to figuring something out. She found two things: first, was a guy named Harris -" Derek was cut off by Stiles sticking his head back into the front seats.

"Our Chemistry teacher?"

Meilani's eyes widened and she finally tore her eyes from the road to look at Derek. "Why him?"

"I - I don't know yet," Derek replied, seeming to be pissed off about that as well.

"Okay, well, what's the second?"

Derek dug in his jeans pockets for something until he finally pulled out a small piece of paper with a drawing of a symbol of a wolf inside of something that looked like it hung from a necklace. "This symbol."

Meilani felt her heart rate pick up as she noticed what that symbol was. It was the necklace Allison had around her neck given to her by Kate. She remembered Allison gushing about it to Scott in the hallway the other morning.

Derek noticed Meilani's sudden panic and he instantly pounced on it. "What? You know what this is?"

"I've.. seen it on a... necklace," Meilani struggled to get out as her anxiety was gripping at her throat and her chest. She thought she was done with having the people she cared about getting involved in her damn wolf business. It was like no matter what she did someone she loved - whether it was Scott, Stiles or even Allison now - was going to wind up having a damn target on their backs and she couldn't even prevent it from happening. "Allison's necklace."



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"This is going to be impossible you know," Meilani warned Stiles as they both entered the school the next morning.

"Just ask her if you can borrow it," Stiles suggested like it was the easiest thing to do.

Meilani stopped walking and crossed her arms across her chest. She loved Stiles and knew he was smart, but sometimes he sounded like the dumbest person around. "How would you like me to do that, Stiles? Do explain."

"Um... well... you just go up to her and be like Hey, Allison, can I borrow your necklace?ย  I have to see if there is anything on it... or in it. That could lead me to an alpha werewolf I'm trying to kill to fix my relationship with Scott."

"Not helping, Stiles," Meilani sighed and ran a hand through her hair. Allison would never talk to her, especially not when Scott wasn't. Allison already seemed annoyed with her because it seemed like Meilani was just lying to Scott because she could. Since he was upset, it would obviously make Allison upset and not want to speak to her either. "She won't even talk to me now. What if she only takes it off when she showers or something?"

Stiles scratched the back of his neck and thought for a long moment. "Well, if she's not talking to you because of Scott... then you just have to get back on Scott's good side. You know, remind him of all the good times you both shared and that you're twins. Nothing could ever break you guys up. Guilt trip him into knowing you're a mess without him or something."

"He's my brother not my boyfriend, Stiles," Meilani laughed and shook her head. "I'm not going to flash him with some hired band and get on my knees for him."

"Look, you have to get Allison to trust you again, right? So get back on Scott's good side, get the necklace, take down the Alpha and officially be not weird with Scott. In that order," Stiles said as he backed away towards his class. "Love you!"

Meilani watched Stiles disappear into the classroom before giving herself a silent pep talk as she made her way to her own class.



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Meilani stood at her locker before lunch, stuffing whatever she didn't need into her locker and taking whatever she needed out. She still hadn't mustered up the courage to face Scott yet, but she was going to attempt to do it during lunch if she didn't chicken out. Again. The sound of her locker slamming shut spooked her and she jumped slightly, looking up to see who closed it.

Jackson stood there with an amused smirk on his face. "I know what you are, McCall."

Meilani was stunned into silence for a second. Her mind rapidly raced as she tried to figure out if he actually knew what was up or if he knew of something else. However, she couldn't think of what that something else was so it had to be the wolf thing... right? Meilani was so good at keeping that at bay from anyone but Stiles so she didn't know how he'd know in the first place. "What?"

"I know what you are," Jackson repeated, the smirk still planted right on his smug little face. Meilani wanted to curl her hand up and punch it right off.

"Sorry..." Meilani trailed off as she tried to steady the shakiness in her voice. This wasn't happening. It just couldn't be. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yeah, uh... yeah you do, Meilani. Here's the thing, however it is that you came to be what you are... you're going to get it for me, too," Jackson said, just low enough for only Meilani to hear.

Okay, Jackson had officially lost her. "Get... what exactly?"

"A bite," - this made Meilani jump because he was definitely talking about the wolf thing - "A scratch, sniffing fairy dust under the moonlight. I don't care. If you don't get it..." He trailed off and turned Meilani's head to look straight at Scott who talked to Allison with a cheesy grin on his face. "He's going to know about it too."

Meilani felt her heart being squeezed tightly for the second time in a day and a half. She wondered if she was just going to drop dead from a heart attack soon. Can werewolves even get those? How did he know about any of this? She'd never dropped one hint about being bitten. Her lacrosse skills couldn't exactly be a hint because she had always been good at it, it just became more enhanced because of her wolf abilities.

Now that Jackson knew, she didn't even want to think about what would happen. If he told Scott what was going on, she wasn't sure how she would handle that mess. Scott would never let her hear the end of it. Meilani didn't even want to think about what Derek would do once he found out about Jackson.

Meilani was officially and utterly screwed.


















๐—”๐—จ๐—ง๐—›๐—ข๐—ฅ๐—ฆ ๐—ก๐—ข๐—ง๐—˜

๐–๐ž๐ฅ๐ฉ, ๐ฐ๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ข๐œ๐ข๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐œ๐ก๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ง๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ž๐ฉ๐ข๐ฌ๐จ๐๐ž๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐’๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐จ๐ง ๐Ž๐ง๐ž (๐„๐ฉ๐ฌ ๐Ÿ—-๐Ÿ๐Ÿ) ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ ๐จ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐จ ๐›๐ž ๐š ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ซ๐œ๐จ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ. ๐„๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ž๐œ๐ข๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐‰๐š๐œ๐ค๐ฌ๐จ๐ง ๐ก๐š๐ฌ ๐š๐ง ๐ข๐ง๐ค๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐š๐ง ๐ข๐๐ž๐š ๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐›๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐ ๐จ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐จ๐ง ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐Œ๐ž๐ข๐ฅ๐š๐ง๐ข. ๐ˆ๐ญ ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ค๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ. ๐๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ก๐ž ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐š๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ๐ฅ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ , ๐ก๐ž ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐’๐œ๐จ๐ญ๐ญ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ข๐ง ๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฅ๐Ÿ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐จ๐๐ž. ๐‡๐ž'๐ ๐›๐ž ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ง ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ ๐œ๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐‰๐š๐œ๐ค๐ฌ๐จ๐ง ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ, ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐๐š๐ฆ๐ง ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ข๐ง ๐ฆ๐š๐ง.


๐€๐ง๐ ๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ฏ๐ข๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐’๐œ๐จ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ก๐š๐ญ๐ž ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐œ๐š๐ง ๐ ๐ž๐ญ ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค ๐ข๐ง ๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐จ๐ง'๐ฌ ๐ ๐จ๐จ๐ ๐ ๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ž๐ฌ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐œ๐š๐ง ๐ ๐ž๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ง๐ž๐œ๐ค๐ฅ๐š๐œ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ƒ๐ž๐ซ๐ž๐ค. ๐’๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐œ๐ก ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐š๐ ๐ž ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐จ ๐ข๐ญ ๐›๐ž๐œ๐š๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐Œ๐ž๐ข๐ฅ๐š๐ง๐ข ๐ก๐š๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐š๐ฏ๐จ๐ข๐ ๐’๐œ๐จ๐ญ๐ญ ๐š๐ญ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐œ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฌ. ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š๐ง๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐จ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ค๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ, ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ข๐ ๐ง๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ž๐ฅ๐ž๐ฉ๐ก๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐š๐œ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐ข๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ž๐ฌ๐ง'๐ญ ๐ž๐ฑ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ.. ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ? ๐ˆ๐ญ ๐ก๐š๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ค๐ž๐ ๐’๐Ž ๐ฐ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐Ÿ๐š๐ซ (๐œ๐ฎ๐ž ๐ฌ๐š๐ซ๐œ๐š๐ฌ๐ฆ)


๐“๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐›๐š๐›๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐›๐ž ๐š๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐Ÿ• ๐ญ๐จ ๐Ÿ– ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐›๐จ๐จ๐ค. ๐ˆ ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐จ ๐ž๐š๐œ๐ก ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ž๐ฉ๐ข๐ฌ๐จ๐๐ž๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐ง๐จ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ง ๐Ÿ ๐ฉ๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ฌ. ๐Ž๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐›๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐ž๐ง๐๐ฌ, ๐ˆ'๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ž๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐›๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ง'๐ญ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ ๐š๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐Ÿ ๐ฐ๐ž๐ž๐ค๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ซ. ๐ˆ ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ž๐๐ข๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐›๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐œ๐ค๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐›๐ž๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐ˆ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ค ๐จ๐ง ๐๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐Ÿ. ๐ˆ๐ญ'๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐›๐ž ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐š๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐จ๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ž ๐ ๐จ๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ซ๐ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ง๐š๐ฅ ๐›๐จ๐จ๐ค. (๐˜๐„๐ ๐“๐‡๐€๐“๐’ ๐‘๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“. ๐–๐„ ๐†๐Ž๐ˆ๐๐† ๐€๐‹๐‹ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐–๐€๐˜ ๐“๐Ž ๐’๐„๐€๐’๐Ž๐ ๐Ÿ‘๐ ๐˜๐€๐€๐€๐‹๐‹๐‹)


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