Dangerously in Love

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚-𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆

After last night's events, Derek refused to let me out of his sight. He demanded that I go to school, then get Stiles to drive me straight home.

I rolled my eyes at his protectiveness, but of course with my concussion and my idiotic idea of not telling him about the pains in my stomach, he'd become VERY protective.

And if I'm to leave the house, he waits behind the corner and then follows until I'm where I need to be.

I walked into the warehouse just as Scott was leaving. We gave a small 'hey' to each other before he left and I walked over to a surprised and pissed off Derek.

"You better have a good reason to have left the house without telling me." He demanded. "I wanted to see you." I mumbled, sitting on one of the chairs. "And I think the full moon is making my head and stomach worse." I mumbled, rubbing my forehead.

Derek lifted me up, before sitting where I was and putting me on his lap. "You think I'll have to chain you up?" He asked. I nodded. "No we won't. Because I'm gonna figure out what the hell this is." He mumbled, standing up. "I already have an idea." I told him. Derek turned around and gave me a weird look. "What do you mean?"

My light brow eyes met his green ones. "Remember that book I've been reading?" Derek gave me an even more confused look. "I'm not a werewolf, Derek."
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The next day, I was in my room when Lydia walked in. "Come on. Clear your schedule." Before I could even get a say, she pulled me out of my room and into Alison's.

Noticing three dresses on the bed, I raised an eyebrow. "How many-" Lydia answered before I could even finish my question. "Host dress, evening dress, then casual for after-party." She smiled. "I noticed you didn't send out any invites." Alison stated. "It's the biggest party of the year, Alison. Everyone knows."

Lydia was clearly trying to ignore the fact that the only reason most people came to her parties is because of Jackson.

"I was wondering if maybe, this year, things might be you know, different." Alison tried to get Lydia to see what both of us knew. "Why would anything be different?" "Just because things have been different." I reasoned. "Things and people." Alison agreed. "Like Jackson." "What do you care about Jackson?" She asked.

Alison looked at me. "Uh-" "Do you know if he's coming tonight?" Alison asked, helping me out. "Everyone's coming." Lydia spoke. "This one's American rag. Mm, I love it." I raised my eyebrow. "For me, not either of you." And there it was. "This one's material girl. It's for you, Alison." She gave Alison a pink flowery dress. "And this is for you."

Lydia gave me a red tie dye skin-tight dress with long sleeves and a low cut neck. My cleavage will definitely show in this.

"Ms. Argent. What do you think of this one?" Lydia asked, and I turned around, noticing aunt V. My eyes widened, memories of the other night hitting me like a brick. "Oh, it's lovely." Aunt V replied. "I'll be right back." I mumbled, grabbing the dress and walking out of Alison's room and into my own.

Walking down the street, bag on my back, my stomach started hurting and nausea rose into my throat.

What the hell?

Before I could even take another step, I vomited into a pile of grass, and passed out.
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Waking up, I found myself in the warehouse.

"Derek, what do you mean she's, 'Not werewolf'? If she's not a werewolf then what is she?" I heard Isaac ask. "I don't know. Neither does she." Derek answered. "I can have another look in the book." I mumbled, now sat up.

Derek, Isaac, Boyd and Erica looked over. "I mean, I brought the book with me, I can keep looking. But it's more like a journal than a guide." Derek walked over. Erica, Boyd and Isaac left.