[ 1.3 | PACK MENTALITY ]

     LAUGHING AT SCOTT'S self-pitying misery about his now group date with Allison was one of the best moments in Daisy's day. The Fulton girl could not wipe the amused expression from her face, as she follows after the two boys leaving their last class.

     Stiles stomps down the steep stairs leading to the first floor of the school voicing his growing opinions to their shaggy haired friend. "You're a terrible bowler."

     "I know!" Scott exclaims shaking his head. "I'm such an idiot."

     Daisy laughs lightly gaining a heated glare from her best friend. "You really are, not gonna lie."

     "God, it was like watching a car wreck." Stiles adds dropping to landing on the first floor. "I mean, first it turned into the whole group date thing. And then out of nowhere comes that phrase."

     "Hang out." Scott and Daisy say simultaneously in varying tones.

     "You don't hang out with hot girls, okay? It's like death." The Stilinski boy states gesturing wildly with his hands. "Once it's hanging out, you might as well be her gay best friend. You and Danny can start hanging out."

     The Fulton girl frowns turning to face her spastic best friend. "The two of you hang out with me. Are you saying I'm not hot?"

     "How is this happening? I either killed a guy or I didn't." Scott voices ignoring the two at his side.

     Stiles scoffs half-heartedly. "Please. You already hang out with Lydia, when it's convenient for her anyway. I think that's answer enough, because I'm not telling my best friend she's hot." Daisy rolls her eyes, while he changes the subject. "Anyway, I don't think Danny likes me very much."

     "I ask Allison on a date, and now we're hanging out." Scott continues, although no one is listening.

     "Danny doesn't like you." The blonde states pulling out her phone to read a text from her mother, asking if she would be kind enough to bring her dinner to the hospital later that evening.

     "Am I not attractive to gay guys?" Stiles inquires continuing down the hallway toward the school's exit.

     "I make first line, and the team captain wants to destroy me, and now..." Scott groans staring at the lit screen of his phone he pulled from his jean pocket. "Now I'm gonna be late for work." He kicks off rushing through the double doors of the building.

     Stiles steps after him, before stopping in the center of the hallway. "Wait, Scott, you didn't –am I attractive to gay guys –you didn't answer my question." The spastic boy whirls around causing Daisy to stare at him wide eyed. "Do you think I'm attractive to gay guys?"

     The blonde's eyebrows raise, as she lifts her chin to stare incredulously at her friend. "I am neither gay nor a guy, so I can't really help you." She pats him on the shoulder moving around his frustrated form, before heading out of the high school ignoring Stiles's strange behavior behind her.

     _______

     Daisy spent the next few hours of the evening in her bedroom studying for a World History test coming up the following week. Unlike her two best friends, she was not hung up on the fact that Scott was now a creature of the night. Yes, the situation was terrible and could potentially turn dangerous as the days pass by. But, Daisy had other aspects in her life that demanded attention.

     The Fulton girl lounged around her home reading over the materials for her class, before she ventured from the small house back into the hectic town of Beacon Hills. After stopping by a local fast food restaurant to pick up dinner for her mother and herself, Daisy drove her 2003 tan Dodge Intrepid toward the local hospital where Lindsay spent most of her days.

     With a white plastic bag holding the Styrofoam takeout containers clasped in her hands, the teenage girl strides through the automatic doors of Beacon Hills Memorial searching for her mother. Lindsay was usually at one of the nurses' stations during this time of night catching up on patient charts written throughout the day.

     Daisy maneuvers around the waiting room passing people with varying degrees of illness and injuries. Her green eyes scan the sterile environment spotting the short blonde hair of her mother over the tall counter of the nurses' station. A bright smile forms on the Fulton girl's pink glossed lips, as she skips the remaining distance setting the bag of food on the flat surface in front of her.

     Lindsay's attention immediately snaps toward her daughter returning the delighted expression. "About time. I'm starving." She exclaims standing from her spot at the front desk. "But, you still have to be home before 9:30." Her mother states taking hold of the plastic bag.

     The blonde's lips part gapping at the woman. "Mom!"

     "Did you forget about the new curfew? There's some animal running around killing people, and you're not becoming its next victim." Lindsay concludes pulling a cylindrical shaped item wrapped in tinfoil from one of the Styrofoam containers.

     Daisy purses her lips leaning against the station in defeat. "Fine. I'll just video-chat with my friends instead." She smiles tightly.

     Her mother nods sitting down in the desk chair unwrapping her burrito. "That's the spirit, sweetie."

     Before either of them can contribute more to the conversation, Melissa McCall appears around the corner of the nurses' station. A look of surprise forms on her features taking in the Fulton girl standing at the tall counter. "Daisy, I haven't been seeing much of you lately."

     The blonde smiles toward the woman. "Yeah, studying has been keeping me pretty busy."

     "At least it's not getting into trouble with the boys." Melissa quips setting down a patient chart on the long desk. Her eyes then light up looking past the young girl toward the hospital entrance. "Is my beautiful, talented, and wonderful son actually bringing me dinner? I thought only Daisy did that."

     The girl in question glances over her shoulder finding her best friend striding toward them with a white plastic bag in hand holding takeout. Scott gives his mother a sheepish grin appearing next to Daisy. "Thought you wouldn't mind skipping the cafeteria tonight."

     Melissa continues to smile placing a hand on her hip. "You are the most thoughtful, loving, most conniving little con artist ever." Scott's expression drops causing Daisy to hold back a laugh. "You are so not getting the car tomorrow night."

     "Mom." He groans leaning against the counter.

     Lindsay grins swallowing her mouth full of food. "You kids do not understand how a curfew works, do you?"

     The McCall woman nods in agreement. "Exactly, no car. But, I will take this." Melissa states taking hold of the bag of food before turning to leave. "Love you."

     Scott sighs looking after his mother. "Love you, too."

     Daisy pats her best friend on the shoulder. "At least you tried."

     "You should have known better in the first place." Lindsay speaks up grabbing her own takeout bag brought by her child. "Now I need to get back to work, and remember be home by..."

     "9:30." The Fulton girl voices sending her mother a light smile. "I got it, mom." The blonde woman gives her a skeptical look, but heads away from the nurses' station. Daisy gives her a wave, before whirling toward Scott dropping her façade. "Now why don't you tell me the real reason why you are here?"

     The shaggy haired boy exhales letting his eyes drift to an open door across the waiting area. Daisy stares at him wide eyed quickly figuring out his next move. Before she can take hold of his arm to pull him back, Scott is already moving toward the hospital room. She groans inaudibly having no choice but to follow after her nosy best friend.

     Her heels click against the linoleum floor, although she tries to stay as quiet as possible. Daisy scans the area making sure no doctors or nurses are paying attention, before slipping inside the room after Scott. A constant beep sounds throughout the small space coming from a heart monitor placed behind the light blue curtain separating the room. She watches Scott step forward pulling back the large fabric to reveal an older man covered in large gauze bandages and tubes sticking out of many places in his arms and chest.

     Daisy covers her mouth with her hand holding in a gasp at the sight of the man bruised and beaten laying atop the sterile bedsheets. She pulls at Scott's arm hesitantly lowering her hand to try and drag the boy from the room, but he stubbornly shakes her off steeping toward the man's beside.

     "Mr. Meyers." The McCall boy says quietly. "Are you okay?"

     The man's eyes snap open at his voice landing on an apprehensive Scott. Daisy steps away from his bedside letting her gaze flick toward her best friend. "Scott. I really think we should leave." She mutters letting her eyes drift back to Mr. Meyers hearing his heart monitor spike.

     Suddenly, his hand shoots out taking hold of Scott's forearm. Daisy yelps at the abrupt action watching the teenage boy struggle to pull his shirt sleeve from the man's grasp. Beeping from the many machines around the room start to sound loudly alerting whoever resides outside. The Fulton girl grips onto the back of Scott's shirt trying to pull him away from the frightened man.

     "What the hell are you doing in here?" Melissa shouts appearing next to her son shoving him away from the beside. "Get out! Now, go!" She raises her voice louder motioning for the two teens to leave the room. "Go, go!"

     Daisy does not even wait for Scott, as she kicks off the linoleum floor rushing from the room. She continues on her path moving through the waiting area and out the double doors of the hospital without giving the McCall boy a second glance. She was sure to hear an earful when her mother caught wind of the incident, and she was not going to make it worse by sticking around. (Damn, Scott McCall and his stupid ideas)

     _______

     After listening to Lindsay Fulton drone on about respecting people's privacy and involving herself in her best friends' insane and dangerous plans, once again, Daisy decided to opt out of accompanying Scott and Stiles to the bloody school bus crime scene. Apparently, the newly turned werewolf had ventured out to the charred Hale House and spoke to Derek about his murderous dream. The man then proceeded to tell Scott to go back to the sight and let his senses take over.

     For the sake of not wanting to get caught by the police for something the boys thought was a great idea, Daisy stayed home spending her time finishing a copious amount of homework and staying in her room listening to music. She was already almost spotted at the preserve the night Laura Hale's body was found slashed in half, and she was definitely not looking to end up in jail for being at an active crime scene. And by the way her best friends' plans have turned out lately, she knew that something was bound to happen.

     Sure enough, when Daisy was in the middle of an English essay she got a phone call from Stiles explaining their brush with the law. Scott had figured out what Derek was trying to get him to see. The remaining Hale had been at the school that night and attacked the bus driver. For a reason unknown to her, Daisy could not believe Scott's recount of the story. Derek has done nothing but make sure that the newly turned werewolf did not maim or kill anyone, so why would he turn around and maul Mr. Meyers?

     It made no sense to the Fulton girl. So for the time being, Daisy was going to keep an open mind and not implicate the man any further.

     The blonde currently sits on her bed listening to a calm slow song playing through the speakers of her Bluetooth radio across the room. She had run out of things to do while waiting to hear from Scott about his date with Allison. Her best friend was worried sick about going on the group date, that now included Lydia and Jackson. She wanted to see if he actually managed to have a good time, or if the star lacrosse player was too much of an ass to enjoy his time with Allison.

     Once the song trickled off, a faster more upbeat song come on after. Daisy immediately perks up recognizing the melody instantly. The Fulton girl pushes herself off the cream colored duvet reaching over to pluck her phone from the nightstand raising the volume on the Bluetooth speakers. She then leaps off her queen-sized bed letting her sock covered feet hit the plush white carpet. Legends by Kelsea Ballerini hums throughout the room, as she bounces to the beat allowing the lyrics to flood her mind.

     Daisy twirls jumping up onto her bed, until a shrill tone resonates from the laptop open on her desk across the room. The Fulton girl hops back onto the floor moving over to the desk chair situated in front of the light colored piece of furniture. The screen lights up with an icon placed above Scott's name. She plops down in the cushioned seat sliding her finger to click the symbol bringing her two best friends' faces on the screen.

     Stiles immediately shoves his face further into view. "Okay, so I have something to tell Scott and I thought it would be more efficient to tell you both at the same time."

     She nods pursing her lips. "Thanks for the consideration, Stiles."

     He waves her off leaning back to address Daisy and Scott at the same time. "My dad left for the hospital fifteen minutes ago. It's the bus driver." Stiles begins with a long sigh. "They said he succumbed to his wounds."

     Daisy's expression falls, while Scott's brows furrow staring at the Stilinski boy baffled. "Succumbed?"

     Stiles open his mouth to reply, but their female best friend beats him to the punch. "Scott, he means that the bus driver didn't survive. He's dead." She informs him solemnly.

     Scott pales letting his gaze drop to the desktop in front of him. He remains silent taking in the news of the bus driver's sudden death. Not a moment later, the McCall boy shoves away from the computer racing toward his open bedroom door. He ignores the pleas of both Stiles and Daisy disappearing around the corner and out of the small home.

Ugh, I am so ready to get through Season 1 and head straight into Season 2. It is literally one of my favorite seasons, well aside from 3B. That one will always be #1.

Anyway, I would like to say that the car I have Daisy drive in this story is actually the car I got when I turned 16. To put it bluntly, the vehicle was a piece of shit. I literally had to refill the radiator in the middle of a strip mall parking lot because the tank that held the water cracked. I did this with a water bottle...A WATER BOTTLE! (And yes this is 100% true. I have a witness)

Also, Legends by Kelsea Ballerini is my new favorite song. It's just so good!

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-Jordan