visionary.

Derek was pretty sure that the tapping of his pen against the desk was going to send his lab partner over the edge. Then again, that's exactly what he was going for. He knew for a fact that it would be the only entertaining thing in this class. So he tapped just a little louder, forcing himself not to look over at her. He figured that if anything, he would just do this during the entire class period, every single day until she flipped out. "Mr. Hale!" The grating voice of his bio instructor made him jerk his head up. He quirked a brow, waiting for the rest of the question to inevitably come. "Can you explain why ions cannot pass between membrane lipids?" He stared blankly, blinking a couple of times as he tried to process the question. "No?" He heard the titters of his other classmates at they struggled to contain their laughs. "Is it because they don't feel like it?" He questioned, hoping in vain that it'd cover up his embarrassment. "You see, class, this is what happens when you don't study. In the future, Mr. Hale, I advise you to study harder. Otherwise, I will actually have to fail you."

---

Abby was not going to say anything to him. No, she was going to make him wait. Because there was no way in hell that she was going to call up Peter freaking Hale for some... recreational activities. She had initiated last time, and it was his turn. Sure, it was beyond childish, but that was beside the point. If she called now, then she was giving in. And if she gave in, then she lost. And he would hold it over her head because he was Peter, and he was an idiot. So instead she clenched her fingers, refusing to reach over and call him. She waited a second before sighing, and reached for her phone, dialing his number without even looking. Screw playing games. She didn't have to wait. Waiting was childish. Even if he was a massive, massive idiot.

Rosie was going to kill him, and that was the end of it. She knew that he knew what he was doing. She knew that he was just trying to get some sort of a rise out of her and, as much as she didn't want to admit it, it was working. She hated it. She hated how easily he was able to get under her skin. She hated that cocky smirk that was surely on his face. And she hated their bio teacher for pairing them up as lab partners. There were twenty two other students in the class. Why couldn't she have been paired up with one of them? Why did she have to be partners with Derek Hale? Whatever celestial being was up there, was clearly having a good laugh or something, but she didn't find it funny in the slightest. This was cruel and unusual punishment in her eyes. However, when the teacher called on said pain in her ass, Rosie couldn't help the slight smirk that formed on her lips. This is going to be good. She thought to herself, waiting for Derek to respond. She was one of the many students who stifled their laughter when he didn't know the answer. Serves him right.

---

Peter knew that it was technically his turn to call her in whatever this game was that he and Abby were playing. Of course, he never claimed to play by the rules, and he had no intention whatsoever in reaching out to her. No, he was going to wait for her to reach out to him, make her squirm a bit. Maybe he was a cruel son of a bitch at times, but so be it. This made this little "game" they were playing all the more enjoyable for him. He smirked slightly when his phone went off and he saw an all too familiar number flash across the screen. "Abby Young, to what do I owe this pleasure?"

Derek felt himself deflate at that. His mom would flip out if he failed. How many times had he been told that to be an alpha, he had to be knowledgeable in all things? Including biology? He'd always argued with her, but what was he going to say? "Mr. Hale, Miss. Cohen, I would appreciate if the two of you stayed after class." Derek whipped his head over to her, a frown on his face. What the hell was that for? Unless... No. No way. He did not need any help in this. He'd just ask Peter or someone to help him out. Anyone but Rosie. Rosie would just make everything worse and drive him insane. Because if pencil clicking annoyed her, her simply talking about biology annoyed him. Because then she'd start snapping at him about class or projects or whatever, and he'd lose whatever shred of hope that he'd had.

---

Abby rolled her eyes at the greeting. He was probably smirking, the dick. She let her head fall back against the wall, hating the way that the feeling of excitement that swelled within her was actually familiar. It was kind of ridiculous, to be honest. "You know exactly why I'm calling, Hale. You busy right now?" She really couldn't remember the exact point in time that they'd decided to start whatever this thing is. One second they'd been arguing - as usual - and the next they were practically ripping each other's clothes off. What he was lacking in the personality department, he more than made up in other ways. "I have an hour and a half free. Which means you'll only need, what? Ten of those minutes?"

Rosie resisted the urge to let out a groan. God, what did the teacher want now? Wasn't it bad enough that she had to sit with Derek the whole class period, even worse on days when they had a lab period as well, now she had to spare a couple of minutes after class as well? What was that all about anyway? Then realization seemed to dawn on her and her eyes widened slightly for a couple of seconds before she managed to maintain her composure again. No...absolutely not. He wouldn't...or would he? It was hard enough for her to keep her cool in class, and it was fairly obvious that she wasn't Derek's biggest fan, and now she was, quite possibly, going to be expected to help him pass the damn class? Maybe if he actually did the assigned work and paid attention in class he wouldn't be failing. She knew that she couldn't say no though. She was backed into a corner. One that she couldn't likely get out of.

When the bell rang at the end of class, she packed up her books, approaching the teacher's desk without waiting for Derek to do the same. He was stupid, but not stupid enough to leave. "Sir? You said you wanted to speak with both of us after class..."

---

Peter let out a slight chuckle, and the smirk on his face only seemed to widen. He could hear the desperation, and slight annoyance, in her voice. He knew she'd call. There was no reason for him to call her, and he didn't exactly want to come off as weak or anything like that. This little thing they had going on, whatever it was, would continue. She could try to play hard to get if she wanted to, but he knew that she'd call him eventually. She would break sooner or later, and clearly she had. "Do you really think so low of me, Abby? Ten minutes, really? I'll obviously only need five." He feigned hurt at first, though he could only maintain his composure for so long before the cocky tone returned.

Derek didn't want to think about how this was going. So instead, he spent the rest of the class period tapping his pen, not even bothering to pretend to pay attention to whatever was being said. When would he even need to know this stuff? He wouldn't. He would never need to know this stuff in real life. The rest of the class passed by slowly, leaving him restless and bored. Maybe he could blame all of this on it being close to the full moon. It wasn't much, but it might help with his mom. Probably not, though. His mother was much too smart for that. So when the bell rang, he slowly got off his stool, snagging his books before he slowly trudged over.

"Miss. Cohen, considering the fact that you have one of the highest grades in my class, I would appreciate it if you acted as a tutor for Mr. Hale. It would be until the final at the end of the semester. Is that alright?"

---

Abby let out a short laugh. "I was giving you the benefit of the doubt. Because God knows it only takes you five minutes to get off," she said, enunciating every word with a sugary-sweet tone. "And last time, I specifically recall faking it." She didn't like Peter, she didn't. But her favorite Peter was when he mad. So occasionally, she might instigate him. Besides, it was just simply fun to get him all riled up. She liked watching him tick. She glanced down to the clock that was beside her. She was supposed to go out with friends that night, but she figured that she could be a little late if they ended up taking their time. Although, she doubted that. With the two of them, they never really took their time.

No, that's not freaking alright. Rosie thought bitterly to herself. She wished that she could tell the teacher no, that she had some sort of a plausible excuse to why she couldn't tutor him, but she didn't have one, so she couldn't. And she knew that this wasn't something that she could exactly bullshit her way out of either. Well, there goes any hope of her even remotely enjoying the rest of this semester. It was looking bleaker by the second, and more aggravating as well. She plastered a fake smile onto her face and nodded. "Of course, sir, I don't mind at all." She said.

---

The smirk on Peter's face fell and a scowl replaced it for a couple of seconds. "I don't know if people have been giving you a false sense of hope for a while, Young, but I'm going to be honest with you, you aren't funny." He retorted. She loved getting under his skin and he knew it. He hated that she was able to, though they both seemed to get under each other's skin quite frequently. He despised her. For the most part anyway. "You must be working on your acting skills then because it certainly didn't seem like you were faking it when I had you screaming my name the other day." He smirked.

Derek didn't even bother saying anything. He knew that he didn't have a choice in any of this. He wouldn't be surprised if his mother had already been called. Hell, she probably suggested it herself. He glanced over to Rosie, scowling when he saw that grin. That grin was so fake, he was surprised that anyone would believe it. He let out a snort when she agreed. Of course she would agree, even if it meant being stuck with him. He glanced over to their teacher, who was giving them both a tight-lipped smile. "Now I know that the two of you don't necessarily get along, but you're going to have to deal with it until Mr. Hale here raises his grade to at least a high C. Is that clear?"

---

Abby smirked, easily imagining the stupid smug smirk on his face falling. "Gee, Peter. A girl could swoon with all the compliments you give her," she snapped back, sarcasm lacing her words. "I have to break it to you, but I've had a lot of practice lately. You're kind of failing, Hale. You need to step up your game." To be honest, if he stepped up his game anymore, she would be the one that was going to be done in under five minutes. She'd never met someone who knew her so well in that way. "So are you planning on redeeming yourself tonight?"

Rosie couldn't help sending a look Derek's way when she heard him snort. She knew that he saw through her facade, and she wouldn't be surprised if the teacher had as well, but it wasn't like she could voice what she really wanted to right now anyway. She was going to be stuck tutoring Derek until he raised his grade or the end of the semester, whichever happened first. The smile fell from her face as the teacher spoke. A high C?! Who was he kidding? This was going to be next to impossible. "Yes, sir."

---

"You say that like it's a new discovery of yours, Abby. I think we both know that I have plenty of girls swooning over me." Peter said, the smug smirk, and cocky demeanor returning, though it wasn't like it had left for very long at all. He scoffed at her later words. "Could have fooled me." Was his only response. She wasn't faking it, she couldn't have been, though he wasn't going to turn down redeeming himself as she'd put it. Of course, it was more like he was proving himself right. "Can't hold any longer, Young? Did you miss me or something?"

Derek raised a brow at his instructor. A high C? That was doable. Although taking in the last test score... Maybe not so much. But there was no way in hell that he was going to fail and be stuck there for another year. Not for biology. "Absolutely, sir," he said, giving his teacher a shit-eating grin. If he was going to stick him with Rosie for the rest of the semester, he wasn't going to let it show. He would just annoy her until she bailed and he could cram on his own. He could probably do it that way. He thought. Their teacher motioned for them to leave after that, and he headed into the hall, pausing to wait for Rosie. "So now what?"

---

"The girls that swoon in your fantasies don't count, Peter. I have yet to meet a single girl that would willingly swoon due to you." Abby couldn't help the grin that was on her face. There was no one else around that she could be this frank with. It was kind of nice. "You know me and my raging libido, Hale," she said dryly, rolling her eyes as he spoke. "I just need to get this out of my system before I head out tonight. I don't want to deal with guys who actually give a shit and want to do emotions. But I mean, if you're not in, my hand could do just as good of a job as you."

[I don't know why Abby is being so dirty jesus. I am so sorry. ]

Rosie followed Derek out of the classroom, letting out an exasperated sigh. She really didn't want to do this, like at all, but she clearly didn't have much of a choice now, did she? This was cruel and unusual punishment if she had ever seen it. "Now we set some ground rules." She said. If he wasn't going to at least try, she wasn't going to help him. She wasn't about to waste her time if he wasn't going to put any time or effort into it. "I will help you, but if you aren't willing to put some effort in and at least try, I'm not going to do it anymore. I don't have much of a choice right now, but, if I tell Brienza that you're not pulling your weight, I doubt he'll make me do it anymore. I doubt you want to retake the class next year, and don't you need to keep your grades up to stay on the basketball team anyway?" She was almost positive that that was true, but she couldn't be entirely sure. Either way, it seemed like she was going to be his only way in, hopefully, passing the class.

---

The smirk on Peter's face fell momentarily and he rolled his eyes slightly at her words. "You clearly haven't been paying any attention then, Young. Girls swoon over me all the time." He stated, keeping his voice level in the hopes of not letting on that her words were getting to him. It was really frustrating how easily she was able to get under his skin. It certainly wasn't something most people were capable of doing. He didn't know what it was about her that made it so easy. He just didn't get it. "Sweetheart, I think we both know that I can do a much better job than your hand can. And I'll prove it to you, in case you've already forgotten and need someone to refresh your memory."

[Haha, no, it's fine! I'm finding the Peter/Abby side of this quite comical ]

Derek looked over to her, quirking a brow as he listened. "Okay, fine. Now we set a ground rule of mine," he retorted. "Don't use the whole condescending tone with me. I will never be in the mood to hear that, and the last thing I need is to hear that while I'm trying to actually bring my grades up," he paused, watching her for a second. "Look, I don't want to do this either, okay? But we're stuck doing this, so we might as well deal with it. So when did you want to do this?" He fixed her with a level gaze, refusing to look away. Sure, he hated studying and probably wouldn't do much of it on his own, but he hated when people just assumed that that is what he would do. He shifted the books in his arms, watching her closely.

---

"No, I don't think they do. Because I don't think that I've ever seen a girls swoon over you, and you're not exactly the most trustworthy person I know," Abby argued, resisting the urge to laugh. She had to play this right. She knew that there was a certain point that they could reach before he just said no, but she wasn't sure what that was. She felt her pulse pickup at his words, her breathing change ever so slightly. "Where are we meeting, then?" She would never admit to it, but she was looking forward to this. She was really looking forward to this. She got up, keeping her phone to her ear as she searched for her keys.

[Okay, good! I wasn't so sure, since some people aren't totally okay with that. ]

Rosie's eyebrows rose, and she crossed her arms, waiting to see what ground rules he had to set. If he didn't aggravate her to no end, she might actually feel bad for being such a bitch, but she knew for a fact that he purposely did things in class to annoy the crap out of her. Needless to say, she didn't feel bad in the slightest, as bitchy as that might sound. She let out a quiet sigh, rolling her eyes slightly. "Alright, fine. You're right." Just because she didn't feel bad about it, didn't mean that she was going to be overly stubborn about it either. "We could start today at lunch if you'd like, or after school? Up to you." She shrugged her shoulders.

---

Peter frowned. "What does trust have anything to do with it?" He countered. "I'll have you know, that I have girls swooning over me all the time. We aren't together 24/7, so how exactly would you know?" He punctuated his words with a raised eyebrow despite knowing that she couldn't exactly see him doing so. The smirk returned when he heard her breathing change slightly. He knew that he had her exactly where he wanted her. "Same place as usual, unless you have somewhere else in mind." He said, a bored tone to his voice.

[I'm totally fine with it, so not to worry!]

Derek cocked a brow at her, grinning wide. "Was that so hard?" He questioned, leaning his shoulder against the wall. He looked her up and down briefly. If she wasn't so annoying to him all the time, she would actually be pretty cute. "Either or is good for me. I uh, I just can't do it late tonight. Family thing." He could control himself fine on a full moon, but his mom liked the pack to be together on those nights. Not that he blamed her. Especially since there were some other packs around, apparently. He wasn't quite sure, but he knew that something was going on. And that was probably the best guess.

---

"Because I don't trust what you're saying, so how do I know that you aren't lying?" Abby questioned, grinning to herself once she found her keys. "Besides, Beacon Hills isn't that big of a place. I know most of the people here, and I have yet to hear a single girl say that you're even cute," she said, smirking to herself. She heard the bored tone in his voice, and paused. Maybe they should change it up for once. "You up for something a little more interesting than the usual place?" She questioned, speaking casually even though she was suddenly much more interested in where this could lead.

Rosie rolled her eyes slightly in response to his words. "Don't get used to it." She mumbled, shooting a look his way. God, that cocky grin on his face, and obvious air of confidence he had about him, infuriated her sometimes. He wasn't so bad looking. If he wasn't such an conceded asshole, who enjoyed annoying her to no end, she might actually admit that and be interested in him. But that was never going to happen. Ever. "Let's do after school, and if we have to, we could do during lunch starting tomorrow or something."

---

"Ouch, that hurts, Abby. It really does. I thought we had something special going on." Peter said, feigning offense. He knew that she had every right not to trust him, he kind of had this way of twisting around the truth quite frequently, and he was just saying what he did to get on her nerves. "Maybe you aren't listening to the right people." He argued, rolling his eyes slightly, though his attention peaked a bit at her later words. "You've peaked my interest, go on."

"Admit it, Cohen. I'm right more than you want to admit," Derek said, leaning forward a little. A part of him wanted to see just how far he could push her, to see her when she totally flipped out. Because as annoying as she could be at times, he was positive that she would be a sight to see when she was truly angry. Peter had always said that angry girls were hot girls. "Where did you want to meet up after school? My house is free, but it's kind of out of the way." Was he even supposed to offer his house? Was that weird? He had no idea, considering he'd never actually had to have a tutor before.

---

"Something special? I specifically remember you saying that this means nothing," Abby said, laughing softly. The words had been said in the midst of their shirts coming off, but it was said nonetheless. And it was a relief, honestly. She just wanted some fun. Anything beyond that, and she was in uncharted waters. "I'm listening to you right now. I'm positive that I'm not listening to the right people," she said, her voice light. "Well let's see, there's your car, or my car, or I might have come into the possession of a key to an unused studio apartment."

Rosie scoffed. "Even if that were the case, which it isn't, I wouldn't admit it, Hale, and you know it." She said. She really hoped that he was a fast learner, because she honestly didn't think that she was going to last the entire semester with him. She wasn't going to let him get under her skin though, not noticeably, if she could help it. She wasn't going to give him that satisfaction. "Define kind of out of the way." She said, punctuating her words with a raised eyebrow.

---

"Did I say that?" Peter asked, chuckling softly. He knew exactly what she was referring to, and he knew that she was right, he had said that. And he'd meant it too. This little thing they had going on, whatever it was called, it meant absolutely nothing. They were just hooking up, nothing more, nothing less. "You really shouldn't quit your day job, Young. I don't think comedy is your strong suit." He shot back. His eyebrows rose at her later words. Now she was talking. "And where exactly is this unused studio apartment?"

"A man can dream, Rosie. A man can dream," Derek said, grinning so wide that it almost hurt. He shifted slightly, glancing at the clock on the wall. There were maybe two more minutes until the next period started. He had time. Sort of. "Out in the middle of the woods? It's not that far, it's just kind of hard to describe how to get there. But it should be quiet, since everyone should be out of the house." He stole a glance around the hallway, noting how the crowds of students were starting to thin out. "I have to run to class, but did you just want to meet up after school and then figure it out?" He asked, knowing he couldn't' afford another mark against him for being late.

---

"Mmhmm," Abby murmured, heading down the stairs as she double-checked that she actually had the key to the studio. "Really? Just the other night this one guy told me that I was absolutely hysterical," she retorted. "You know the old apartment building that's near the vet's office? It's not much, but I can guarantee that no one is there and we won't be bothered." An old friend from high school had been looking for someone to rent the place, and Abby had offered to keep an eye on it since the friend was out of town and no one had nabbed it.

"Yeah? Well, keep dreaming, because it isn't going to happen in real life." Rosie said, punctuating her words with a slight roll of her eyes. God, she couldn't stand him! This really was going to be worse than cruel and unusual punishment. She didn't know how she was going to get through the semester. She nodded in response to his later words. "Alright, I'll meet you out front after school. Try not to be late, Hale." Was the last thing she said before heading off to her next class.

---

"That guy was just trying to humor you." Peter said simply. "He probably thought you were hot and didn't want to hurt your feelings." He leaned back in the chair he was sitting in. He knew that his sister normally wanted everyone together on nights like this, nights of full moons, but he wasn't exactly one to follow the rules, and he wasn't about to turn down this opportunity. Not to mention, he doubted that he'd be out very long anyway. He'd be back...eventually. "You had me at no one being there." He said, getting to his feet. "What time should I be there?"

Derek just shook his head, grinning at her. "I would never dream of being late, Rosie," he said, smirking at her. He watched her for a second before he headed off to class. He knew for a fact that actually having to be tutored wasn't going to be any fun, but the idea of getting to annoy the living hell out of her was something that he was definitely looking forward to. Well that, and it'd get everyone off his back about the dumb class. He knew he'd pass. He might barely pass, but he was still going to pass, whether she helped or not.

---

"Do you think I'm hot, Peter?" Abby asked, a teasing lilt to her voice. The prospect of meeting up with Peter had lightened her mood a little. Because even though the sniping back and forth at each other got old, the fact that they were going to have sex made up for everything else. "I'd prefer sooner rather than later. I have something going on later, and I'm pretty sure that I'd be strung up if I bailed," she said, not wanting to actually say 'as soon as humanly possible'. Because that would just give him even more ammunition to use against her.