Hi to all new, and old readers! As you can see, more like read, I've decided to rewrite Gone With the Wolves. When I first started this story, I was really unsure about the characters, the plot and if I was even going to continue. I didn't really pay attention to detail or the timeline - which apparently neither has Jeff Davis, because we're never going to know how old Derek is - and I wanted to do this before I got too much into the bulk of the story. If you didn't like the original, maybe you'll like this version and if you did enjoy the original then I hope you enjoy this one just as much! PS. The story is essentially the same, but I've amended details about Leah, her attitude and personality - I didn't want to turn her into an annoying girl Derek wouldn't be with in a million years - and her relationship with Derek and where that goes.

Anyway, hope you enjoy! Read, favourite, follow and review!

This incessant grunting of strenuous exercise and creaking of straining wood had seriously started to become tedious.

"Scott!" My loud voice scared him right off the the pull-up bar suspended in his bathroom doorway. "I get you want to bulk, or whatever, but seriously, stop. It's like eleven! This house is way too old and you are way too loud for me to be able to do anything, let alone sleep."

If looks could kill, the glare my brother sent me from his bedroom floor would have sent me into cardiac arrest.

A small chuckle escaped my lips as I walked over to him, and pulled him to his feet with one sharp tug. His hair was floppy as always and his big brown eyes were trying to be menacing to no avail. Ruffling his hair quickly I sat at the edge of his bed, crossing my legs. "What do you want for dinner? Or would that be classified as a midnight snack?"

"Oh, hell no. If mum comes home and the house is on fire, I want to be able to say I had nothing to do with it."

"Come on, my cooking isn't that bad."

"Tell that to the food poisoning I had last month."

"Listen here, short stuff, you-"

If you weren't paying attention you easily would've missed it; the telltale rusting of an intruder. We looked at each other with wide eyes, the rustling becoming louder and more frequent along with small little noises of exertion. "I need to put some shoes on, grab mom's bat." We both hurried about, throwing on clothes and shoes and grabbing weapons in case we needed to defend ourselves. I sat back and watched in amusement as Scott crept past, the bat poised over his shoulder and ready to use if necessary. I stepped out from my room and started to tiptoe behind Scott silently before he whipped around abruptly, a frown on his face. "What are you doing? Stay."

"I'm not a dog." I grumbled, pushing past him and heading toward the stairs. Scott's hand clamped onto my elbow to pulled me to a stop. "At least let the guy with the bat go first." Scott compromised and I smiled slightly, moving so he could go down the stairs before me. He smiled back gratefully as he shouldered past and I waited a second, rolling my eyes, before following him down. Scott raised the bat again as he opened the front door and I peeked over his shoulder to look around. The street was quiet and dark aside from the person hanging down from the roof, dangling precariously with their arms swinging wildly. Scott and I, as well as the mysterious person dangling from the roof, all screamed at the same time, rupturing the silence of the night. Suddenly I clamped a hand over Scott's mouth, our grumpy neighbour Mr. Savella coming into mind; I knew for a fact he wouldn't think twice about complaining to my mom if we disturbed him.

It took me a moment to realise the 'intruder' was just Stiles, who was now definitely in my bad book. "Stiles, I'm going to kill you!" I shouted as I jumped forward, trying to attack him and momentarily forgetting about the angry troll that is my next door neighbour. Stiles is lucky I'm small enough for Scott to easily hold me back from hitting him. "Do you know how hard it is to get to sleep, and stay asleep, with this dumbo prepping himself for tomorrow? And do you know how much shit my mom will be in if we piss off Mr. Savella again? Huh? Do you know, Stiles?" I don't even pause to breathe. "No, you don't!" I answer for him. Stiles stammered, not knowing what to say. He looked to Scott for help, and I felt Scott shake his head behind me. The only good Scott was doing was keeping me back and away from Stiles.

"What the hell are you doing here anyway, Stiles?" Scott whispered behind me.

Stiles looked between Scott and I with a look crossed between utterly excited and absolutely terrified. "You weren't answering your phone," he answered Scott's question before shifting his attention to me. "And she ignored all of my calls." I, in turn, stuck my tongue out childishly at him. "Why do you have a bat?" Stiles shouted as he points to the wooden object in Scott's hands.

"We thought you were a random trying to break in!" I squirmed out of Scott's arms but didn't make a move to hit Stiles.

"Look, I know it's late, but you gotta hear this." Stiles told us, holding up his hands in peace. "I saw my dad leave 20 minutes ago. Dispatch called. They're bringing in every officer from Beacon department, and even state police." Stiles explained.

"For what?" Scott asked him.

"Two joggers found a body in the woods." Stiles told us, detaching himself from the roof and jumping back down. Scott and I leant over the railing as he fell with a loud thud, and I chuckled softly. "A dead body?" Scott asked down to him in surprise. I looked up at him as if he has just asked the stupidest question. Which he has. "No, Scott, a body of water." I said back, hitting his arm. "Yes, dumb-ass, a dead body." Stiles popped back up and jumped over the railing and onto the porch, standing beside us.

"You mean like murdered?"

"Nobody knows yet. It was a girl, probably in her twenties..."

"Hold on, if they found the body, then what are they looking for?" I asked Stiles, not being able to help the curiosity that laced my voice as I asked.

"That's the best part... They only found a half!" Stiles beamed and we both gaped at him in shock. He squirmed in excitement and paused for a moment for dramatic effect before continuing. "We're going."

So, Rule No. 1 in the 'Not Getting Murdered' handbook is don't follow your psychotic younger brother into the forest with his friend at 1am. Especially when your mom is out working and God knows if she comes back home and neither of us are in our beds she will skin us alive and hang us up as ornaments outside. I loved the woman with all my heart but she could get crazy protective when she wasn't drowning in shifts from the hospital. After the two left, I tried to fall back asleep. It was useless though, when I knew there was a chance my brother was out there and murdered or arrested with only Stiles as a back-up. He came back two hours later, a nasty bite in his side. He claimed it was a wolf, but I couldn't do much but smile sympathetically and nod, seeing as though I wasn't there. I suddenly wish I had been.

I helped him as much as I could, looking for the supplies we had scattered around the house, gritting my teeth when he squirmed from the pain and trying to be supportive, and finally disposing of the gauze and bandaids we'd ruined in our efforts. I sent him off to bed with painkillers and a bottle of water, hoping he wouldn't be in too much pain.

The next morning, when I woke up, I was rightfully grumpy. Coffee needed to be at least 30% of the liquids in my body before I could muster up the energy to get ready for my first day after the broken night of sleep I'd had. I stumbled down the stairs still half a sleep, Scott being no different. Somehow we both managed to get ready and leave on time. The whole drive to work - wow, it really was work now - I was bustling with excitement; I got to teach a subject I cared about passionately.

The school was exactly as I remembered it. Bustling with kids on the way to classes and buzzing with conversation about the hottest new couple, the cute guy in French class and the dreaded Algebra exam first period that no one had studied for. It was like walking through a time machine; the classes were held in different places but the cafeteria, gym, pool, locker rooms and music room were all the same. I ran my fingers over the shelves lined with instruments and the grand piano commandeering my attention in the centre of the music room. It was old and worn in some places but it still held dear memories of band practice and school recitals and lunches spent with the company of instruments rather than people.

"Excuse me?" I turned and a woman in a floral dress and a bright green cardigan stood before me. "Are you new here?"

"Yes, you're Ms. Harmon aren't you? I'm Leah McCall."

"Leah McCall? My cello protege? I remember you like it was just yesterday. Beautiful, and so talented." She cooed and I flushed in embarrassment.

"That's me. Principal Thorne told me starting from tomorrow I'll be taking over you?"

"Yes, instead of teaching music and tutoring I'm going to be helping with recitals."

"That's a big change." I smiled. "Why only recitals?"

"Well, I'm getting older and I'd like to spend some time with my family before I go. As you can see, I'm not as hip as I used to be." She wiggled her hips and I laughed halfheartedly. "And between you and me, there's something strange about this town; this school in particular. When you've been here as long as I have, you start to want to distant yourself from the craziness."

"That's understandable." I nodded and snuck a glance at the clock above her head. "I'm really sorry but I've got to go find my brother, Scott, but I'll see you around, right?" I waved and the bell rang loudly as I left the room. I had spent more time reminiscing than I thought and it was already time for next period. I wasn't teaching any classes until tomorrow but I was buzzing with excitedment for the coming day. As I knew it would be, finding Scott in the sea of students was difficult but not too difficult. He stood lazily against his locker, talking with Stiles and another friend Tanya. "Hey Scott. Stiles, Tanya."

"Hey Leah. As I was saying, can someone tell me how new girl is here all of five minutes and she's already hanging out with Lydia's clique?"

"Who?"

"That girl over there. And hello? She's hot, beautiful people herd together."

I looked over at Scott to ask him something, but his eyes were glazed over and he was looking past me. "Scotty? You okay there buddy?" I clicked my fingers in his face and turned to look where he was looking. A pretty girl stood with Lydia and Jackson. Long curly hair, nice eyes, high cheekbones and what seemed like a beautiful smile. Lydia said something and the girl chuckled quietly, using her fingertips to push a stray piece of hair behind her ear as she held her messenger bag tightly to her side. I could practically feel Scott falling in love with her already and he didn't even know her name.

Only when I clicked my fingers again did he snap out of the trance he was in. "Are you okay? You know, after last night?"

"Huh? Yeah, I'm fine." He replied absentmindedly, still looking over my shoulder. "I think I dropped my inhaler though, you think you could help me look for it after practice?"

"I have to go meet the girl I'm tutoring but it shouldn't take too long. I can come help you after?" Scott nodded, but he was tuned out of the conversation.

"Hi, are you Ms. McCall?" A cute petite girl walked into the music room, clutching her bag like a lifeline. She had wavy auburn hair, with high cheekbones and eyes a beautiful type of hazel. "I'm Kara." She had the same wide-eyed expression I'd noticed with some of the other freshman kids. I could tell that getting to know her and helping her along on her cello journey was going to be a lot of fun.

"Nice to meet you. You can just call me Leah, I'm your cello tutor."

"I know. Ms Harmon told me. She seems… nice." Kara's voice was lined with apprehension. At first glance Ms. Harmon was a bit nutty, but once you got to know her she was talented, and dedicated, and sweet. "She is. She taught me when I went to school here. So you're a freshman huh? How are you liking it here so far?"

"Well, all of my teachers seem nice. Except for Mr. Harris. He just has this weird feel about him but you can't judge a book by its cover, right? Maybe he'll get better with time."

"I doubt it, he specialised in the murder of dreams when I had him, let me tell you."

"Well, that doesn't make me feel better at all." She smiled brightly, cheekbones popping and straight, pearly white teeth making an appearance.

"That probably wasn't the right thing to say, sorry. So, where's your cello?"

"I don't exactly have one at the moment. You see, my brother threw it out the window last week so I have to buy a new one." Memories of a 9 year old Leah throwing her grandmother's antique cello down the stairs - the last thing of hers left - came to mind and made me smile. "Really? I did that to my cello when I was 9, except I threw mine down the stairs. I got in so much trouble."

"What did you do?"

"Saved up four years on monthly allowance - I only got $10 a month - and then saved my pay from working at a cafe."

"I'll be saving up money 'till I'm 30! I only get $8 a month and I don't have a job."

"What size cello are you?"

"4/4. I'm 5'2."

"You can just use mine."

"What? No! I could never…"

"No, really. I haven't played since high school. You have a session with me every Thursday and Friday, right?" Kara nodded and smiled and smile that lit up her whole face. "I'll just bring her then. She's kinda just sitting in the corner of my room. I'm sure she would really appreciate having someone so nice, like you, playing and taking care of her."

"She?"

"Yeah, I named her Paige."

Are you still in the preserve?

I wrapped my arms around myself and rubbed them to keep warm. The cold wind blowed harshly and whipped my hair about along with the leaves. Brown, green, yellow and orange swirled around my feet and my breath fogged slightly in the air. It hadn't been long since the school day had ended but somehow I'd managed to miss Scott all together. I hoped he'd found his inhaler; those things were expensive and if he lost another one I knew mom would have his neck.

"What are you doing here?"

His voice was loud but quiet, curious but all-knowing. He stood there with his hands buried deep inside his old leather jacket, not even noticing the insane reaction he roused from me. The first thing I noticed were his eyes; they were a familiar, enchanting green, like the forest with flecks of brown and blue. His hair was spiked up at different angles like he'd had a rough night of sleep, and he had a strong jaw, broad shoulders and a defined stomach that showed easily through his shirt. Oh no! I'm staring aren't I? I see Sex God of the century and I can't even pull myself together to form a competent sentence.

Be cool, Leah. Be cool. "Inhaler looking brother, for my."

"Is that English you're speaking?" I hoped I would be lucky enough to choke on my own saliva and die in the next three seconds. "Wouldn't want that, then we'd have another dead girl in the woods." Did I just say that out loud? "Yes, you did." Please just take me out and leave me to die. It would be less painful. "I highly doubt that."

"Sorry." I choked out, running a hand haphazardly through my hair. "It's been a while since I was in high school and I've apparently forgotten how to speak English."

"You seem to be doing a decent job." He smirked, shoving his hands in his pockets. "You're brother; dark hair, way too loud for his own good?"

"That sounds like him."

"He left about a half hour ago."

"What? How do you know?

"Because I told him to. And his gangly-looking friend too. Trespassing on private property, and the last time I checked trespassing is against the law."

"Trespassing?" I looked around, suddenly feeling very insecure and out of place. "So I'm trespassing then?"

"I think I'll let you off the hook this time." He pulled one hand out of his pocket, using it to throw me a small object. I caught it without fumbling - thank God - and peered curiously at the object in my hands; Scott's inhaler. "Thanks…?" I trailed off and the man stopped walking away to call out a name that had me frozen even minutes after he'd left trudging through the crisp autumn leaves.

"Derek. Derek Hale."

Long after I'd arrived home, showered and retired to bed the chance meeting I'd had with Derek was still on my mind.

Out of all the people I could've seen from high school it had to have been him. I would've rather seen Timothy, the creepy cafeteria stalker, or Kendra, the entitled know-it-all popular girl that could be found in every high school story. But no, it had to be Derek Hale. It was nearly midnight and I'd been thinking about him since the second he turned his back. At first glance I didn't even know it was him, but further inspection revealed the little mannerisms and expressions he donned all those years ago. It was like looking into a time machine and seeing that stuck-up jock all over again. Except this time he was a few feet taller and extremely more attractive.

Rain was pelting so hard on the windows it drowned out my thoughts about Derek long enough to hear Scott come inside. His sneakers squelched and squealed against the wooden floorboards as he tried and failed to enter quietly. Luck was on his side tonight, my mom still working a shift at the hospital. His hair was wet and dangling in his eyes, his clothes were soaked to his skin and goosebumps covered the minimal amount exposed, but he had this huge smile on his face as he walked up the stairs and past my room into his.

"What're you smiling about?" It was hard not to adopt his goofy smile.

"She said she'd go out with me."

"That pretty girl from earlier?"

"Her name is Allison. And she's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."

Today was the day of lacrosse tryouts and I'd freed up my afternoon to watch Scott and Stiles play. Neither of them had the best track record with making first line but that didn't mean I was going to be any less of a supportive sister and best friend. Coach was beyond loud in his speech, revving the guys up for a good play. The girl - Allison - Scott was ogling over yesterday threw a shy wave Scott's way and bumbled by me looking for a spare seat.

"Hey, you're Leah. Right?"

"That's me." I smiled, offering my hand. "You're Allison?"

"Yeah, how did you know?"

"Oh, well my brother talks about you all the time. And I do mean all the time. It's crazy to think you only met yesterday! It's the kind of mind-numbing blabber that never seems to end. It's cute though, a little annoying, but still cute." She blushed red like a tomato and smiled shyly. "I'm joking. He told me about you though, that much was true. How did you know about me?"

"Scott helped me last night after I accidentally hit a dog with my car. I wasn't paying attention to the road and- he patched to dog up. I was crying it was so pathetic." She did that shy hair tuck again and looked up at me. "He was just saying how he wished he'd asked to borrow your car so he didn't have to ride his bike home. So I drove him. But do you- do you think he might, I don't know, like me?" The shyness and uncertainty in her voice brings a smile to my face. Scott likes this girl, a lot, and it makes me happy to know that she likes him just as much.

"Oh, definitely. 100%. You're going on a date with him tonight right? To that party?" She nodded and adjusted her gloves. "Well, I suggest you wear your hair down and not too much lipgloss." Her expression was questioning. "I'm pretty sure I heard him talking to himself in his sleep last night. Like I said, cute."

The crowd erupted in cheers around us and Allison and I stood up to see what was going on. Players surrounded Scott, clapping, cheering and slapping him on the back. When he looked towards us he beamed at Allison and gave me a look as if to ask why I was sitting with her. He held up a finger and mouthed 'first line' and Allison and I jumped up and down squealing like two girls at a slumber party.

"Scott is really good. I mean he was good yesterday but today he was really good. I didn't expect him to be that good."

"That's a lot of 'goods' in one sentence," I chuckled and rubbed her arm reassuringly. "But yeah, neither did I."

I offered to drive Scott home like the good sister I am after try-outs were finished, but he declined and went off with Stiles with a huge smile. It was amazing to see things going so well and to see him so incredibly happy. On the way home I stopped for a celebratory pint of ice-cream at the gas station and I couldn't help the extra pep in my step. Scott's mood was infectious and after the weirdness seeing Derek after all these years and the stress of having to start teaching, I welcomed the good vibes.

After a solid thirty minutes of doing absolutely nothing at home the ringing of my obnoxiously loud cell phone rang throughout the house. Mom was out working and Scott was hogging the hot water to get ready for his date and so the house was pretty much all to myself. Usually when something like this happened, I would blare music from the speakers in my room so loud I'm pretty sure it shook the whole house and dance around like a weirdo. But not today; today I was writing lesson plans for next week once I got up off my butt and started working.

"Just a second!" I called out, even though no one was around to answer. "Just a second wha- who am I talking to!?" I scolded myself. I grabbed my phone and answered it without looking at the caller i.d.

"Leah!" Stiles basically screamed.

"God Stiles, how much Adderall have you had today?"

"A lot, but that's not the point! There's something wrong with Scott."

"Is he on drugs? Is that how he made first line? I don't mean to underestimate him but I'm just a little scept-"

"He's not. Interesting development; I think Scott's a werewolf. You know, the other night when we were out looking for the other half of that girl's body and he got bitten and he thought it was a wolf? Well, I'm pretty sure it was a werewolf that bit him."

"You remember the time I put a highlighter in the microwave when I was 10 and when it exploded we were laughing so hard milk spouted out of Scott's nose? This isn't like that time Stiles, this really isn't funny."

"No, Leah. I'm not joking! I've been doing a bunch of research all night. I went to the library and my internet bill is going to be through the roof but Leah- His speed, reflexes, vision, his senses! He doesn't even need his inhaler anymore! And all of this stuff just happened overnight! Did you see him on the field today? That stuff he did wasn't just amazing, it's impossible." I suddenly realised that Scott hadn't needed his inhaler. Derek had given it to me yesterday after our chance meeting in the forest, and Scott hadn't even asked if I'd gone to the reserve, or found it.

But that didn't mean Scott was a... werewolf.

"Is being crazy one of the side effects of too much Adderall?"

"Please you have to believe me! Tonight's the full moon and he's not only going to physically change, but his blood lust is at its peak. He was just here half an hour ago and he clawed right through my desk chair when I tried to cancel his date with Allison. The change can be caused by anger, or anything that raises your pulse. And I haven't seen anything raise his pulse like Allison does, who he'll be dancing with, possibly kissing and being in very close proximity with."

"Okay Stiles, I'm hanging up now. "

"No! Just- just come with me to this party. We can keep an eye on him, make sure he doesn't do anything stupid or dangerous."

"Will it make you stop freaking out?" The line suddenly went silent and I knew in my mind Stiles was nodding though I couldn't see him. Scott was taking his slow time in the shower probably rubbing himself down with some scented soap in hopes to intoxicate Allison with 'Mango Magic' so I took the opportunity and agreed to Stiles' crazy plan. "Okay, if it'll get you to stop freaking out. We'll leave after Scott does. I'll text you."

Just then, the water to the shower ceased and I could hear Scott humming a song under his breath happily. I really hoped Stiles' was just being paranoid. Everything was going right for Scott. He had the team, he had the girl. The supernatural doesn't exist, but it'd be a shame for something so good to go downhill so fast.

I'd been so engrossed in Stiles', I'll admit, sort of believable story that I hadn't even heard mom come back from her shift for a break. I could hear her tired, dragging steps on the stairs and I excitedly jumped up and ran over to give her a hug. It felt like I hardly ever saw her since she was always at work, making a living, working and getting paid to support Scott and me. Hopefully with my teaching gig at the school I could help with that.

"So is this a party or a date?" She asked, chuckling from my enthusiastic hug and wrapping an arm around my middle.

"I don't know. Maybe both?" Scott was fiddling nervously with his towel under mom's scrutiny.

"And her name is?"

"Allison." I answered for him, smiling at the sheepish look Scott was sporting.

Mom held out her finger, her car keys swaying slightly. "Allison. Nice. We don't need to have a talk do we?"

Images of a poorly thrown together sex-talk started flashing in my head and I contemplated jumping out Scott's open window to avoid the awkwardness that was sure to ensue.

"Mom, I'm not having the safe sex talk with you."

"Oh my god, no I meant about keeping the talk full numbnuts." She plonked him on the head. "Gimme those back."

"Are you serious?" Scott seemed shocked but he walked his way into that one.

"You bet your ass I'm serious! I am not going to be on some reality television show with a pregnant 16 year old. Come on!" She threw her arms up in exasperation and I reluctantly pulled out my keys and held them out to Scott with a knowing smile. "Scratch her up and you die."

Stiles turned up when I told him to and we drove to the party in silence. Since I'd been back we hadn't had much time together which left an sullen aura in the car as we pulled into the street of the party. At least a quarter of the school swarmed the front yard of the mansion, red solo cups bobbing along to the beat of the music and littering the green grass. Music pumped from the speakers and played onto the otherwise dead street and as Stiles and I made our way through the party, drunken, excitable teenagers shoved past us, the ever-present cups in their hands.

"I'm going to go see if I can find Scott." Stiles shouted over the blaring music. I nodded in understanding, turning to look the other way. I grabbed a cold can of coke from the ice tub and leant against the table crowded with drinks, scanning over the growing crowd for Scott. I didn't know what it was exactly that I was supposed to be keeping my eye out for, but I figured a clear head would be best. I wasn't exactly one for crashing high school parties and getting smashed.

"Hiya." A kid with red, shaggy hair slurred, breathing in my face. His breath reeked of an awful combination of liquor and I thought I was going to pass out from the sheer grossness of it. He looks me up and down with his seedy eyes, stepping into my personal space barrier and breathing in my face some more.

"Take a walk lover boy." The boy is a little too drunk to argue, and staggers off with his drink.

I turn away, looking through the dancing crowd for someone I knew when I spotted him. He wasn't hard to miss, clad in all black and leather - just like the other day - and the only one not dancing along with everyone else. Something made me want to go over and talk to him, like an invisible pull, and I moved around the crowd, or at least tried to, but by the time I got there… he was gone. I looked around for him, but I couldn't find him among the crowd. I was saddened by the fact he had disappeared for some reason, probably because now I was stuck in the mass of drunk, horny, dancing teenagers alone.

"You look lost." A voice said behind me.

I spun around, fully prepared to tell that jerk that was hitting on me earlier on to go stick it, when my breath caught in my throat. "Derek." I breathed out in surprise, thankful I was able to actually form a coherent word. "Hi." I didn't mean to sound breathless in a way that screamed 'bang me' but it ended up happening anyway. I tried reminding myself that 'Hey this is the guy from high school remember? That d-bag?' in hopes that it would sway my crazy emotions to my bias point of view.

"Hey." Derek said to himself, looking down at me.

"Funny, I didn't peg you as the type of person to crash high school parties."

"I could say the same. Wasn't it you saying it had been a while since you were in high school, or was I talking to another impressionable girl with a complete inability to speak like a normal person?" I wonder for a moment if he remembers me from high school or how it is that we know each other. It's quite obvious he doesn't, but I remember him. Acting like I dislike him is getting more and more difficult, and coupled with the fact he doesn't remember me has me wanting to ask for a dance.

"No, that was definitely me." I rubbed my forehead quickly, seriously regretting the next thing to come out of my mouth. "If you're going to crash the party, you might as well get in one dance."

So it seems, whatever my stupid brain tells me I want to do, I end up doing it. Minutes ago I was reminding myself of what an asshole he was to me in high school - not that I'm one to hold grudges - and all of a sudden I'm asking for a dances that pretty much ensures our nether regions in close proximity. What the hell what I thinking? Derek smirked down at me, grabbing my hand and intertwining our fingers and leading me onto the dance floor filled with drunken, gyrating teens. Derek's hands trailed down my frame slowly, stopping and tightening at my hips, and pulled my body flush against his. With every brush of his hands on my bare skin, a pulse of electricity ran through me. It was energising and intoxicating in a way that surpassed romantic desire, like a insatiable hunger for energy. I could feel my heart thumping erratically in my chest and the look on Derek's face made me think that maybe he could too.

"Uh… I…"

Derek leaned forward, like he was going to kiss me. My heart sped up if that was even possible, and he smirked that sexy smirk as he brought his lips to my ear. "You need to work on that English of yours." He breathed in my ear, sending one long spark of energy up my spine. Suddenly, he pulled away from me, the tingles and warmth from being so close, disappearing.

"Hey, who was that guy?" Allison gently grabbed my elbow, breaking me out of my haze. She had followed the advice I gave her; her hair was down in waves and held back with a headband, she wore a light coat of lipgloss, and her makeup was done lightly but it looked great on her. She looked beautiful and I'm sure Scott would've died at the sight of her. Where is he anyway? "Anyway, Scott just started freaking out and took off. Should I be worried?"

"He probably just started freaking out because of how great you look or something." She smiled sadly, looking down as a frown made its way onto her face. I couldn't come up with a reason in my head as to why Scott would ditch his and Allison's date so abruptly. H was borderline obsessed with the girl after only two days and tonight was his chance to get to know her a little better, dance with her, maybe even kiss her.

"Don't worry, I'll kick his ass for you."

"I'm not really in the party mood anymore."

"Me either. But that's Scott undeniable way to mess stuff up I guess. I'll see if I can find Stiles to give you a ride home."

I grabbed Allison's hand and pulled her with me to the front lawn of the house, passing two people making out on the front steps and a boy puking in the rose bushes. I didn't miss the chaos of high school parties one bit. They were always stressful, crazy things always ended up going down, and the place was left in shambles for the hosts' parents to clean up because the host themselves were always way too hungover.

I let the phone ring out twice until I realised that Stiles wasn't going to pick up the phone. Where was he now? The easiest explanation I could come up with was that he followed Scott home but why would he have done that? I was irritated that I'd been left at this party, but I was angry for Allison and that Scott had ditched her mid-date. He would be getting a stern talking to.

Allison came to sit next to me on the curb and grabbed my hand. If she and Scott ended up working out after I forced him to apologise and whipped his butt, I could see us being very very close. "I can call my dad and see of he'll come and pick us up?"

"That might be the best option at this point." She looked down sadly then, and I squeezed her hand comfortingly.

"Leah, I can drive you."

"Derek?" He was seemingly popping up everywhere. I still had goosebumps on my arms from our little impromptu dance and I wasn't really looking for another reason to be in such close proximity with him so soon. "We should be-"

"You know Leah? Like other than just dancing with at a party?" Derek gave a small nod. Did he really though? "Are you sure it's no trouble?"

"Derek its okay really, you don't have to-"

"It's no problem. Get in."

I don't if any of you actually like looking at Leah's outfits, but if you do then here is the link: www(.polyvore.)com/wolf_moon/set?id=837352

Just remember to remove the brackets when you copy and paste the link in reading mode, and you should be good! I hope everyone is doing well, and is ready for the crazy rollercoaster ride that is Leah McCall's life. I know I sure am. So strap yourselves in and click 'next'. Xx