I sat down at the lunch table, staring down as I ate my fries alone. On the other side say Vernon Boyd, a guy everyone feared just because he was tall and muscular and looked intimidating. But he was pretty nice from what I could tell, and from the few times I spoke to him.

I gave him an awkward smile as he looked at me before back down to his food. Sighing quietly, I ate my fries and burger in piece.

For about two minutes.

Stiles and Scott sat in front of Boyd, the three arguing about something I definitely wasn't apart of. Scott's eyes kept falling onto me, which made me slightly nervous as to why.

I tried to eat a little faster and put my tray away, walking out of the lunchroom and causing Erica to fall on her ass as I hit her with the door.

"Shit! Sorry— sorry Erica." I helped the girl up quickly as she tried to laugh it off, clearly embarrassed.

"It's fine. I was walking on the wrong side of the hallway." She said quietly, holding her head.

"Are you okay? You did take a pretty hard hit." I asked as she nodded slowly.

"Yeah I'm okay. It'll probably just give me a headache..." she quickly walked off and I knitted my brows together as she left. I did want to go after her and see if she was actually okay, but my mind told me to leave her be.

I shook my head and turned back around, stopping when I saw the same guy I had almost hit, now standing in the hallway, posing oddly. Why are his legs so far apart?

"Um..." I looked around awkwardly, turning back to see he was now gone. My heart beat started to race slightly faster as I walked to the locker room, splashing my face with cold water.

Looking through the mirror, I gasped in fear, spinning around only to be grabbed by the throat and pinned to the wall.

I stared into Derek Hale's deep eyes, fear in my gut. "Please don't kill me I swear I— I have money! I can give you—"

"I don't want your money!" He snapped, my eyes squeezing shut as my heart pounded in my ears. "I'm here to help you."

My face contorted into confusion, and I slowly opened an eye. "W-what?" I asked, noticing how close his face was to mine.

"I can give you what you want. Popularity and friends. Power. You could have everything." Derek said as I tried to grip his hand off of my throat.

"I don't— I don't need any of that!" I yelled as he chuckled lowly.

"No... but you want it." I shit my eyes tightly as he got close to my ear. "I'll give you two weeks to decide."

I coughed loudly as his grip on my throat disappeared, causing me to fall to the ground and J looked around in confusion.

Suddenly the locker room door opened, Stiles and Scott walking in. The two froze, looking down at me before running over. "Hey?! Are you okay?" Scott asked, helping me up. I shrugged him off of me, looking around.

"No... I'm not."

Sorry for the short chapter! I wasn't sure what I'd write for this one other than Dean and Derek meeting.