The party was in full swing by the time they had gotten there. Maddie wasn't surprised, this was a Jackson Whittemore party after all. She was currently standing alone and just hiding herself away like she did at school. Stiles had left her alone a few minutes ago, telling her that it was important that he found Scott first. He had told her that it would be better if she didn't come with him. She hadn't argued with him, she'd rather not try to squeeze through all of those people. She got a little breathless when she was trapped, though she knew that that could just be considered a panic attack too. Just hanging around on the side lines, which didn't give her as much room as you would think, was making her extra jumpy.

She was about to go and find another place to hide away at, maybe somewhere where it wasn't as crowded, when she bumped right into someone. She whimpered slightly when the person wrapped their arm around her, meaning to catch her, but they had only caused her more pain then if she were to have fallen. They had pressed their hands against one of her newer bruises that ran down her back. Any normal person wouldn't have heard her whimper, especially here of all places, but apparently this person wasn't normal. "Hope I didn't hurt you." a deep, but trying to be light, voice said down to her.

Her eyes lifted up from the floor to meet the bluest of blue eyes that she had ever seen before. They contrasted with his black hair nicely, though, that wasn't what she noticed first about him. It was the bitterness and coldness inside of his eyes. He was trying to mask it, and anyone else would have believed the mask right away, but she had seen those kind of eyes before. Maybe not specifically on this man, but in her father's dark eyes. She flinched back, hurrying to move out of his hold on her, and he had let her go. He could clearly see, as well as smell, the fear that was coming off of her. "I-I-I'm sorry. Mm-m-my fault." she stuttered out as she took a slow few steps away from him.

He held his hands up in innocence, not meaning to frighten her so badly. He didn't know what he had done, but he hadn't even tried to intimidate her like he had those two idiots the other day in the woods. "Relax, I won't hurt you. You're Madeline, aren't you? You're friends with Scott McCall and Stiles?" he asked her, his smile forced and clear to her. She just hugged herself and slowly nodded her head. She was nervous as to what he wanted with her friends, and he didn't blame her. She might be jumpy, but she was smart. She knew not to trust him, and she was right not to. "Sorry, where are my manners? I'm Derek Hale, I'm a friend of Scott's. He told me about you the other day before the storm. Stiles mentioned that they would be here tonight. You wouldn't happen to know where they are, would you?" he asked her curiously, his forced smile playing on his face the entire time.

Maddie felt her words die in her throat, the sound actually going mute before it hit her mouth to speak them out to him. He didn't seem to get the hint that she didn't want to talk to him, though. He just stood there, waiting for an answer from her. "Uh, um, it-it's-it's ju-just Maddie." she said out nervously as she rubbed the side of her arm. "An-and no, I-I don't know where they are. Sorry." she told him, trying to force her voice to stop with the stuttering, but it was no use. "I, um, I've got to go. It wa-was nice meeting you." she said in a rush before she turned and hurried off past him, not even waiting for him to say something else to her. He didn't even try to stop her, he had other things to do.

Maddie was rushing past people, she didn't even realized who was who as she moved by them all. She just couldn't shake the look hidden behind that Derek guy's eyes. When she accidentally collided with someone, she let out a surprised yelp as she was spun around on her heels. Her eyes widened fearfully when she saw that it was none other then Lydia that she had run into. She stammered for words to say to her, but none of it actually came out as actual words. "Who the hell invited you here?" she snapped, clearly not pleased to see the loser next door to her boyfriend. Maddie gapped like a fish struggling for some kind of air to breath. "Did you really think that you could just crash the party and get away from it? Ha, I bet you did. Why don't you just go home before you embarrass yourself anymore? It'd probably be best." she said snidely to her.

Maddie didn't know what to say, but she knew that she couldn't cry. It would just give Lydia some more ammo to hit her with later on. She closed her mouth shut and took a deep breath before nodding and hurrying off again. Lydia just rolled her eyes and laughed before going off to find her boyfriend. Maddie hurried off, not caring anymore who she bumped into, she just needed to go out of there. She knew that coming here was a bad idea. She didn't know why she had even listened to Stiles and given in to him. He obviously didn't want her here too badly, or else he wouldn't have just left her the second that they had gotten here. She was almost to the door when her arm was suddenly grabbed. She let out a surprised gasp as she was yanked back by the hand. She turned her head, her curls swinging around with her, to see that another boy had grabbed her arm.

She recognized him from the lacrosse team. She didn't know his first name, and she didn't have any actual classes with him either, but she knew that everyone just referred to him as Greenburg. "What's the rush to leave, babe? The party just started!" he slurred to her. He was obviously already long gone wasted from the beer in his hand. She had a hint from his breath that it wasn't his first beer tonight that was in his hand. She didn't say anything as she attempt to leave again, but his grip just tightened around her wrist as he yanked her back again. She whimpered softly as she was pulled against him. She pushed at him slightly, just wanting to be let go of. "Aw, come on, babe. Just one dance. It'll loosen you up, promise." he continued to try and convince her.

She felt the room closing in on her as he wrapped his other arm around her, holding her too tightly against him, as he started drunkenly swaying back and forth with her. She squeezed her eyes shut, tears running down from her eyes as a flash of her dad grabbing her played in her head. This felt no different, and it scared her to death. "Please, just let me go." she whispered out to him, but he couldn't hear her over the music. She felt her heart race, beating against her chest like a hammer now. She suddenly felt as if she couldn't breath any more, like the breath entering her body was suddenly gone. "Let go, please." she tried again, but still nothing.

When she felt his hand lower down too far, touching dangerous territory with her, she panicked and shoved him away from her with everything she had. He hit the wall in surprise, not having expected that from a tiny little thing like her. She stared at him in shocked, not having expected that from herself either before taking off as fast as she could. She hurried out of the front door and just ran. She didn't stop as she got to the side walk, she didn't even bother to cross the street to where her house was. She just ran and ran as long as she possibly could run. She looked back, stupidly of course, and saw that no angry lacrosse player was chasing after her. She didn't have time to slow down when she realized that because she had run right into someone. She looked up frightened to see that it was the boy from the grave yard the other night. It was just Isaac, the boy who helped her. The boy who made her feel safe for the first time in a long while. "Isaac," she breathed out in relief before she hid herself away in his body.

Isaac just stared down at her in shock, not knowing what to do now. He had been on his way to get to the grave yard for his late shift. Since it was the weekend, his dad had put him on the really late shifts. He hadn't expected to be run into by someone, let alone by her. She was shaking so badly, she was completely frightened to death. He had to do something, didn't he? He couldn't just leave her here like this, could he? He glanced around and saw the booming party at the end of the street. She had come from there, meaning that someone had frightened her this badly, but it wasn't like he could do anything about it. He didn't even know what had happened. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around her, being as gentle as he could be as he touched her. "H-he-hey, shhh. It's okay." he whispered down to her as he held her to him now.

She cried into his sweatshirt now, clinging onto the fabric as she buried her face into it. He just held her, not knowing what else to do. A few minutes had gone by before her sobs came to a slow stop. He didn't move to let her go, though, and neither did she with him. She didn't feel trap when he held her, she felt, strangely enough, actually . . . safe. She didn't know why, she hardly knew him, but it was like he just knew how to hold her right. He knew where not to touch her, and how gentle to hold her. His grip wasn't tight like Derek's had been before, it was warm and welcoming. It was just . . . safe. She never wanted to be let go by him now. She didn't want to go back to where she wasn't safe, where people could hurt her. She didn't want to leave his arms and go home suddenly. "Do-don't let me go." she said out to him as she snuggled deeper into his arms.

He just shook his head, whispering to her that he wouldn't let her go. She just nodded her head and held onto him more. He looked back over to his house and saw that his dad was in the living room still, drinking beer while watching the game no doubt. Or he could be settling for just watching him through the curtain, and he wouldn't even know it if he was. He had to get to work. He couldn't stall going anymore. He had to let her go. "I, um, I need to get going, to the, um, the gra-grave yard, I mean." he whispered down to her as he slowly pulled her away from him. She looked up at him, looking at him so scared and so lost. He didn't want to leave her alone. He glanced over at her house, she was home alone to make it worse. "Do-do you want to, um, to come wit-with me?" he asked her nervously, not knowing what he was doing at all at this point. The words were just tumbling out of his mouth now.

She looked over at her dark home, no trace of life inside of it. She didn't even know what time it was. She would be luckier if she just went home and didn't risk it, but she didn't want to be alone in that house either. She looked back up at him, having to crane her neck a little since he was so much taller then her, and gave him a nervous nod of her head as she went back to hugging her arms around herself again. Isaac looked taken back, not having expected her to agree to come with him. He blinked back when he realized that they were just wasting time standing there and motioned for her to follow him. "Do you, um, mi-mind riding on the back of a, um, of m-my bike?" he asked back to her as she followed behind him. She didn't say anything as she just shook her head 'no', telling him that she didn't mind.

He picked up his bike and got onto it, now waiting for her to get on behind him. She carefully, only hesitating slightly, got up onto the back pedals of his bike. She gripped onto his shoulders tightly, fearing that she would fall off before he had even took off yet. He winced slightly at her grip, but he said nothing to her about it. "Hold on tight." he said back to her softly. She gripped a little tighter as he finally took off, but once he actually got going? She had loosen her hold on him just the littlest of bits. As he sped up, he heard her gasp out. At first, he had thought that it was purely out of fear, but then he had heard it. It was a breath of a laugh. Nothing remotely close to an actual laugh, but it was the most that he had heard of her laugh before. He glanced over his shoulder really quick and felt his own breath be taken from him when he saw her expression.

Her eyes were closed, the wind hitting her face as they drove along. She seemed almost peaceful now as she just let the wind blow through her hair. It was like she was free. He wished that he could know how that felt. He looked forward again, slowing down slightly as he turned the corner. She squeaked, not having expected the turn. Her nails could be felt through his sweatshirt, only just barely, though. She released him from her claws when he returned to going forward again. It wasn't much longer after that, that they had arrived at the local grave yard. He carefully slowed his bike down to a stop, being extra careful since she was on the bike with him. He let her get down first before he slipped off of it as well. He motioned for her to open the gate for him. She did as much and held it open as he walked the bike inside with him. She shut it behind him, closing them both in for however long they needed to be inside for.