୨⎯ "Your POV" ⎯୧

I was sleeping peacefully when I suddenly heard my phone ringing. I pick it up and hit the 'answer' button. Then I hear Stiles and Scott's voice on the other end of the line. "Hi, Y/N!" Stiles' voice can be heard clearly over the phone speaker.

"What the **** do you guys want, it's 3 in the morning," groggily, I replied.

"Okay, I saw my dad leave 20 minutes ago, Dispatch called. They're bringing in every officer in the beacon department, even the state police," Stiles explains himself quickly.

"For what?" Scott says with an obvious confusion in his voice.

"2 joggers found a body in the woods," Stiles exclaims. I wouldn't be surprised if he started jumping around like a kid celebrating Christmas.

"A dead body?" Scott asks. At this point, I don't even know how he can pass being 16 years old.

Stiles responds sarcastically, "A body of water, yes dumbass a dead body." To be honest, if Stiles isn't sarcastic, he's not Stiles. So that can be considered good news.

"Scott, you know that we love you right. We do. But for once stop being an idiot," I say drowsily.

"Sure, I guess," Scott replied, his tone betraying his confusion. I'm pretty sure he's furrowing his brows right now.

"Is it, by the way, a murder?" I inquired, intrigued.

"Nobody knows yet," Stiles says in response to my question, "just that it was a girl probably in her 20's,"

"But if they already found the body then what are they looking for?" Scott asks saying my thoughts loudly.

"That's the best part," Stiles exclaims, and I swear I heard squeals. It's as if he's been waiting his whole life to say it. "They only found half,"

"Stiles, please no. I already know what you are thinking right now," I say with a frustrated sigh.

"That's right, we're going to find the other half," Stiles says, completely ignoring the fact that I said no. "The three of us," He continues.

"Well, my answer is still no," I say sleepily. "You can't convince me otherwise Stiles. I need my sleep," I say with a stern voice. "Goodbye," I say as I hang up the phone and drift off to my dreamland.

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୨⎯ "Third Per. POV" ⎯୧

"Did she just end the call just like that?" Stiles asks, his face flushed with surprise.

"If you didn't know, sleep is her priority," Scott says casually.

"True, now let's go," Stiles says as he walks towards his blue jeep.

"I don't think I have a choice, do I?" with a defeated expression on his face, Scott asks.

"Obviously," Stiles says, as he starts his jeep. Scott scurries over the jeep, clearly done with his friend.

≡;- ꒰ °At Beacon Hills PRESERVE ꒱

୨⎯ "Third Per. POV" ⎯୧

They arrive at beacon hills preserve after a few minutes of driving, where Stiles heard half of the body was discovered. As they exit the jeep, Scott begins to regret his decision to come to the preserve with Stiles.

"Are we really doing this?" Scott regrets the fact that he agreed to go there in the first place.

"You're the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town," Stiles says with an annoyed expression that quickly vanished when he remembers about the body that he's planning to find.

"I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow," Scott tries to reason his way out of the situation, even though he knows it is too late.

Stiles sarcastically says, "Right, 'cause sitting on the bench is such gruelling effort."

"No, because I'm playing this year. In fact, I'm making first line," Scott says, his voice as confident as ever.

"Hey, that's the spirit," Stiles says. As they continue walking deep into the woods, Stiles says with a hint of obvious sarcasm, "Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one."

Scott just shakes his head. "Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?" He asks as he walks behind Stiles, a flashlight in Stiles' hand.

Stiles come to a halt for a brief moment, his face lit up with realisation. "I don't even consider that," Stiles says, a chuckle coming out from his mouth.

"And, what if whoever killed the body is still out here?" Scott asks, a grin on his face. As if he already knows Stiles' response.

"Also something I didn't think about," Stiles says as he starts walking and climbing up with Scott close behind.

"It's comforting to know you've planned this out with your usual attention to detail," Scott said this time with sarcasm. Well, if you are friends with two people whose language scream sarcasm. It's gonna rub off on you eventually.

"I know," Stiles admits as he continues his ascent.

"Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight, huh?" Scott says breathlessly. He takes out his inhaler and begins shaking it as he climbs to catch up with Stiles.

When they see so many flashlights flashing in the dark wood, they both quickly lie down. Stiles stands up and tries to avoid the officer who approaches their way, while Scott continues to call his friend's name while shaking his inhaler violently.

Stiles comes to a halt when he realises his friend is no longer behind him and turns around to find himself face to face with a dog barking at him.

When the police officer discovers that the person the dog was barking at is Sheriff Stilinski's son, he tries to calm the dog.

"Dad, how are you doing?" Stiles inquires as to if he hadn't just been caught wandering around the preserve where the body was discovered.

"So, do you listen in to all of my phone calls?" Sheriff Stilinski asks, ignoring his son's question.

"No. Not the boring ones," Stiles clarifies as he struggled to catch his breath. He was well aware that he had made such a huge mishap.

"Now, where are your usual partners in crime?" Sheriff Stilinski asks as he looks around the area for Scott and Y/N.

"Scott's home. He said he wanna get a good night's sleep for the first day back at school tomorrow. And Y/N said her sleep is more precious," Stiles says, lying about half of it. "It's just me. In the woods. Alone," Stiles keeps attempting to save his best friend's ***.

Sheriff Stilinski begins shouting Scott and Y/N's names while looking around with his flashlight in hand to get a better sight of his surrounding. When he didn't see anyone else, he sighs and drags Stiles to his car, explaining that they were going to talk about invasion of privacy.

When Scott was certain that the officers were nowhere in sight. He starts walking back to his starting point. He becomes anxious and looked around the woods to make sure he was alone. When he hears wings flapping, he comes to a halt and looks up. He keeps walking and stops when he thinks he sees something. He takes his inhaler and shakes it before putting it in his mouth.

Then, all of a sudden, a swarm of deer rushes towards him. He doesn't have time to run, so he falls and drops his inhaler. With his hand, he tries to shield his face. He begins to stand up as the last deer crosses in front of him.

Scott pulls out his phone and turns on a flashlight to help him in his search for his inhaler in the dark woods. He swipes through some of the leaves but discovers nothing. He takes a step forward and makes a quick glance at something. It was the other half of the body, much to his surprise.

He freaks out and runs backwards, then fall and hit his back against a tree. He then comes to a halt and begins to stands up. While walking, he hears an animal growl and slowly turns his head to meet something that looks monstrous.

Scott is quickly approached by the animal, which bit his side. Scott then bolted, fearful that the animal would eat him alive as it snacks.

He almost gets hit by a car when he comes out of the woods. And, by luck, the car misses him just in time before colliding with him. Scott then lifts his shirt, revealing a bite mark on his stomach's side.

≡;- ꒰ °The Next Day at Beacon Hills High School ꒱

୨⎯ "Your POV" ⎯୧

My car is parked in the school's parking lot. I notice Stiles and Scott conversing and run towards them, clutching my bag tightly. "Hi, guys!" I say loudly as I place my hands on their shoulders. "What are you guys talking about?"

"Well, I got bit," Scott says as if it's not a bad thing.

"By what?" I ask as the curiosity get the best of me.

"It was too dark to see much, but I'm pretty sure it was a wolf," Scott says as he lifts his bag onto his shoulder with one hand.

"A wolf bit you?" I ask slowly. So many thoughts had already raced through my mind. I just hope it's not what I'm thinking about right now.

"No, not a chance," Stiles says, as he walks alongside Scott while I'm walking on Scott's other side.

Scott says, "I heard a wolf howling," in an attempt to prove that he is not lying. I hear his heartbeat is steady, so there's no way he's lying. He's also a terrible liar.

"No you didn't," Stiles says firmly cutting me off from my thoughts.

"What do you mean, how do you know what I heard?" Scott asks Stiles, a dumbfounded look on his face.

"It's 'cause California doesn't have wolves, Scott," I explain as they both turn to face me when they hear my voice.

"Y/N's right, not like 60 years ago," Stiles agreed with what I was just saying.

"Really?" With a worried expression on his face, Scott inquire the both of us.

Stiles looks at Scott and says, "There are no wolves in California, okay."

"Alright, if you guys don't believe me about the wolf, then you're definitely not gonna believe me when I tell you I found the body," Scott says, shifting the conversation's focus. He may be already given up on convincing us that he saw a wolf.

"Are you kidding me?" Stiles exclaims with excitement.

"That's all you care about Stiles?" I ask with a frustrated groan.

"Oh, come on, it's awesome okay. I mean, this is seriously gonna be the best thing that happened to this town since...," Stiles paise for a moment as he sees Lydia Martin, the popular girl, walk past him.

"Since the birth of Lydia Martin," Stiles continues, greeting Lydia, but she ignores him and walks toward the school's entrance. Stiles then starts blaming Scott for being the reason Lydia turns her back on him. Scott just smiles because he knows that Stiles was just teasing him.

When the bell rings loudly to alert the students that class is about to begin, we then make our way toward the school's entrance.

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୨⎯ "Your POV" ⎯୧

"As you all know, there indeed was a body found in the woods last night," Mr Curtis states. Scott and Stiles exchange a mischievous smile, while I roll my eyes at their antics. "And I am sure your eager little minds are coming up with various macabre scenarios as to what happened. But I am here to tell you that the police have a suspect in custody," Mr Curtis says as he turns away from the whiteboard, where he was writing Kafka's Metamorphosis.

Scott and I sent a questioning look at Stiles, who simply shrugs his shoulders, oblivious to what their teacher was talking about. Mr Curtis continues, "Which means you can give your undivided attention to the syllabus which is on your desk this semester," while showing the entire class the paper he was referring to.

I pick up the paper and skim it over, glancing over the window when I hear a cell phone ring outside. I notice a pretty brunette girl who I don't recognise and don't think much about it. In the corner of my eye, I notice Scott looking around before rubbing his ear in bewilderment.

When I notice Scott's gaze drawn to the window and his eyes slowly sweep across the classroom before stopping at the door. A few moments later, the Vice Principal enters with a young girl trailing behind him. He introduced the girl as Allison Argent.

The said girl takes the vacant seat behind Scott. I see Scott grab out his pen and hand it over to the new girl.

I can see the girl's bewilderment before she smiles and says, "Thanks."

I raise my eyebrow in confusion before returning to my paper and making a mental note to keep a close eye on Scott.

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୨⎯ "Third Per. POV" ⎯୧

The bells ring, and students flood into the halls, conversing loudly with their peers. Scott fiddle with his locker while spotting Allison down the hall. Y/N approaches him and places her hand on his shoulder. Scott is startled out of his daze and turns to face the girl beside him.

"Scott, you're staring,"

"No, I'm not,"

"Whatever makes you sleep at night," Y/N says smugly and walks towards Lydia and Allison when she notices the wave that Lydia gave to her.

"Allison, this is Y/N, my best friend. Y/N, this is Allison," Lydia introduces us to each other.

"Nice to meet you," Y/N says as she extends her hand for Allison to shakes.

Allison smiles and shakes the girl's hand, saying, "You too."

Jackson walks up behind Lydia and places his arm around her waist. Lydia greets Jackson and gives him a peck on the lips. When Jackson notices Y/N, he rolls his eyes with an irritated expression.

Scott and Stiles are watching the exchange from across the halls, as another girl comes to a halt beside them at the sight of the four. "Can someone tell me how the new girl is here all of five minutes, and she's already hanging out with Lydia's clique?" The girl questions while resting her hand on her hips.

"Because she's hot," Stiles responds. "Beautiful people herd together," He continues. "And we're fortunate that Y/N is our friend."

Scott nods and smiles. But as he returns his gaze to the four, his smile fades. His ears can pick up the conversation.

"So this weekend, there's a party," Lydia hints to Allison.

"A party?" The brunette question.

"Yeah, Friday night," Jackson informs.

"You should come," Y/N says.

"Uh, I can't. It's family night this Friday. Thanks for asking,"

"You sure? I mean, everyone's going after the scrimmage. Even this girl is going," Jackson gestured towards Y/N while the said girl nodded and smiled at Allison.

"You mean like football?"

"There's no such thing as football in here," Y/N chuckles. "The sport here is lacrosse."

"We've won the state championship for the past three years," Jackson says.

Lydia smiles as she brushes her hand through Jackson's hair and says, "Because of a certain team captain."

"That obviously is Jackson Whittemore," Y/N informed. "Because that's the only thing he talks about 24/7,"

"I'll take that as a compliment," Jackson smiles sarcastically at Y/N. "Well, we have practice in a few minutes. That is if you don't have anywhere else-"

"Well, I was going to-"

"Perfect," Lydia cuts Allison off. "You're coming," Lydia grabs Allison and Y/N's wrist with both of her hands and drag them to the lacrosse field.

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୨⎯ "Third Per. POV" ⎯୧

Lydia leads the trio to the lacrosse field. Lydia and Allison are already seated on the stand, and they both look up to see Y/N still standing, not making any movements to sit beside them.

"I'm sorry guys but-"

"You're gonna sit on the bench," Lydia cuts Y/N off with a soft smile. "You did that every year so just go,"

"Thanks, Lyds," Y/N said with a smile as she walked over to the player bench.

Coach Finstock speaks with Scott and hands him the goalie equipment. That's going to be awesome. Y/N pondered, a mischievous grin on her face. She takes a seat next to Stiles and greets him.

"You're not gonna believe what Scott just said to me," Stiles starts the conversation between them.

"No I can't," Y/N shoots Stiles a confused look. "Because you didn't tell me what Scott had said,"

"He said he'll be making first line and gonna leave me sitting on this bench alone," Stiles says dramatically while waving his hands exasperatedly.

"Bitch," Y/N says with an offended expression. "I always seat on the bench with you guys,"

"I know," Stiles sighed. "But you didn't talk to us. Instead, you talk to that tall guy that I don't even know the name,"

"I still seat on the bench" Y/N declares. "And FYI, he's adorable. Bye Stiles," She waves and makes her way to Isaac.

Stiles simply waves back and shifts his gaze to the field. When Coach Finstock blows his whistle, Y/N notices Scott gripping his head tightly from the corner of her eyes while talking with Isaac. Instead of conversing with Isaac, Y/N now concentrates on the games. The said guy simply stares at her, confused, but shrugs it off.

One of the players throws the ball with his lacrosse stick, which hit Scott's mask and knocks him to the ground. "Hey, way to watch your face, McCall!" Coach Finstock and the other lacrosse players were all laughing. Stiles makes a slight grimace. Scott gets up and positions himself, trying to ignore the fact so many people were laughing at him.

Scott easily caught the next ball with a surprised expression and a light chuckle. After that, he has an easy time catching all of the balls that are thrown his way. With an angry expression, Jackson makes his way to the front and throws the ball. Scott, on the other hand, has no trouble catching the balls. Stiles begins to cheer for his friend loudly.

While with Y/N, she's ecstatic that her friend gets to catch the ball. But we're talking about Jackson here. Scott has been a lousy lacrosse player for as long as she can remember.

Lydia is cheering for Scott, while Jackson looks at Lydia with an incredulous expression on his face. Lydia simply looks at Jackson and continues to cheer for Scott.

≡;- ꒰ °At Beacon Hills PRESERVE ꒱

୨⎯ "Your POV" ⎯୧

"I don't know what it was. It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball," Scott says while walking across the puddle. "And that's not the only weird thing," Scott continued.

I don't want to make any assumptions, but I'm hoping Scott's situation isn't what I'm thinking about.  "I can hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear. Smell things," He cuts me off from my thoughts.

"Smell things? Like what?" Stiles asks.

"Like the Mint Mojito gum in Stiles' pocket,"

"I don't even have any Mint Mojito..." Stiles take out something from his pocket to see that it was indeed a Mint Monito gum.

Scott simply opened his arms and looked at us with an 'I have no idea what's going on or how this happened' expression. Stiles and I just stare at each other and shrug our shoulders.

"So, this all starts with a bite right?" I ask to confirm my suspicion.

"What if it's like an infection, like my body's flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?"

"You know what? I actually think I've heard of this. It's a specific kind of infection," Stiles says with a straight face while I smack my forehead with my palm, expecting what the boy will say to tease their friend.

"Are you serious?" Scott asks, worried already plant on his face.

"Yeah, I think it's called lycanthropy,"

"What's that? Is that bad?"

I had no idea why I was friends with these two at this point. One of them is a bit of a moron, while the other is constantly sarcastic and teases his friend at inconvenient times.

"Oh yeah, it's the worst. But only once a month," Stiles continue without breaking his character yet.

"Once a month?" The worried boy ask.

Stiles says, "On the night of the full moon," and then howls to end his teasing.

"I mean, Stiles isn't wrong," I just shake my head. "You're the one who heard a wolf howling," I continue while walking backwards to face my friends.

"It could be seriously something wrong with me," Scott insisted.

"I know! You're a werewolf!"

"Stiles, I think that's enough. You already worried the poor boy," I send a warning look at Stiles.

The latter just rolls his eyes. "Okay, obviously I'm kidding," He continues how he'll melt silver at shop class because of Friday's full moon. I just roll my eyes and hope that Scott isn't a werewolf, even though there are so many signs that he is.

"I could have sworn this is it. I saw the body, the deer came running. I dropped my inhaler," Scott squats down and sweeps some leaves in the hopes of finding his inhaler.

"Maybe the killer moved the body,"

"If he did, I hope he left my inhaler. Those things are like 80 bucks,"

When I sensed another presence, I turned around to meet with Derek Hale himself. I give both of my friends a gentle nudge. Derek approaches us. "What are you doing here? This is private property,"

"Uh, sorry, man, we didn't know," Stiles says worriedly that's it's obvious he is scared of him. If this were not a serious situation, I would have already rolled down the floor and laughed hysterically.

"Yeah, we're just looking for something, but..." Scott stops for a second when Derek give him a look. "Uh forget it,"

Derek then toss the inhaler to Scott and the said guy catch it perfectly. When Derek is already out of our sight, Scott told us that he gets to go to work.

"Dude, that was Derek Hale," Stiles stops Scott and me. "You guys remember, right? He's only like a few older than us," I nod my head while Scott does the opposite. "His family. They all burned to death in a fire, like, 10 years ago," Stiles continued.

"What he's doing back?"

"Perhaps he has some business here he needs to take care of or something," I casually speculate as I begin walking.

I start to call their name when I hear they not making any movement. We then make our way to Stiles jeep and drive back to each house perspectively.

≡;- ꒰ °The Next Day At Stiles' House ꒱

୨⎯ "Third Per. POV" ⎯୧

"So you're supposed to tell me that there was a time when I didn't go to school. Scott made a shot, first line and in the lacrosse team," Y/N exclaims, a shocked expression visible on her face.

"Yeah," Stiles responds as he continues his search for werewolves.

"And you meant to tell me that there was a wolf hair on the dead body," Y/N says while pacing around Stiles' room.

"Yeah. Why you didn't go to school today by the way," Stiles asks, this time reading some plant called wolfsbane.

"I had some business to sort out."

"Okaaaaay," Stiles says, letting go of the matter despite his suspicions that the girl was lying to him.

"So do you believe that werewolves exist?" Y/N asks, leaning against Stiles to see what the latter was reading.

Stiles remains focused on his research and replies, "At this point, I might."

They hear a knock at the door, and Stiles opens it to find Scott standing there, with a smile on his face. "Get in. You gotta see this thing."

Scott waves at Y/N when he notices the girl sitting on Stiles bed and sit beside her. "I've been up all night reading. Websites, books. All this information." Stiles responds hastily as he picks up some of the strewn papers on the floor.

"How much Adderall have you had today?"

"He had a lot. Like a lot," Y/N responds sarcastically, raising her arms to demonstrate how much Adderall Stiles had that day.

"It doesn't matter. Okay, just listen."

"Oh, is this about the body? Did they find out who did it?" Scott tosses his bag to the ground.

"No, they're still questioning people, even Derek Hale," Stiles sits on his chair.

"Oh, the guy in the woods we saw the other day."

"Yes," Y/N says.

"But that's not it, okay?" Stiles says while his hand moves quickly.

"What, then?"

"Remember the joke from the other day? Not a joke anymore," When Stiles notices Scott's puzzled expression, he continues, "The wolf. The bite in the woods. I started doing all this reading. Do you even know why a wolf howls?"

"Should I?"

"It's to signal its location to the rest of the pack," Y/N chimes in. "So if you heard a wolf howling, that means others could have been nearby," she explains.

"Maybe even a whole pack of them," Stiles says as he stands up from his seat.

"A whole pack of wolves?"

"No, werewolves."

There was an awkward silence after Stiles said those words. "Are you seriously wasting my time with this?" Scott stands up looking at Stiles ridiculously. "You know I'm picking up Allison in an hour," He picks up his bag to put on his shoulder but is stopped by Stiles.

"I saw you on the field today, Scott. Okay, what you did wasn't just amazing, all right? It was impossible."

"Yeah, so I made a good shot."

"You made an incredible shot. But the problem is you suck at lacrosse and you can't suddenly get good at it overnight," Y/N says as she stands up and crosses her arm.

"And don't even think we didn't notice you don't need your inhaler anymore."

"Okay! Dude, I can't think about this now. We'll talk tomorrow," Scott says, his voice tinged with anger.

"Tomorrow? What? No! The full moon's tonight. Don't you get it?"

"What are you trying to do? I just made first line. I got a date with a girl who I can't help wants to go out with me, and everything in my life is somehow perfect. Why are you guys trying to ruin it?"

"We're trying to help okay. Because unfortunately, that's what friends do," Y/N rolls her eyes, annoyed by Scott's behaviour toward them.

"You're cursed, Scott. You know, and it's not just the moon that will cause you to physically change. It also just happens to be when your bloodlust will be at its peak," Stiles sighs leaning his back onto his chair.

"Bloodlust?"

"Yeah, your urge to kill," Stiles responds.

"I'm already starting to feel an urge to kill, Stiles," Scott says while looking at Stiles with a murderous look.

"You gotta hear this," Stiles grabs a book with Y/N by his side. "The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse," Stiles reads loudly for Scott to hear.

"And we haven't seen anyone raise your pulse like Allison does," Y/N sits back on the bed.

"You gotta cancel this date. I'm gonna call her right now," Stiles moves to his bed to take Scott's cell phone from his bag.

"What are you doing?" Scott asks as Stiles takes out his cell phone from his bag.

"I'm cancelling the date," Stiles declares.

"No, give it to me!" Scott then slams Stiles against the wall and raise his fist. However, Y/N manages to catch his wrist just in time before the fist collides with Stiles' face. With one last glare, she lets go of Scott's hand and flash her red eyes for a split second, too fast for anyone to notice. Scott then scratches Stiles' chair in anger.

He then realises what he had done and apologises to Stiles before exiting the room with yet another apology.

"Are you okay Stiles?" Y/N asks, concern for her friend.

Stiles simply nods and picks up his chair. He then calls Y/N's name for her to see a claws mark at the back of the chair. 'Scott's a werewolf,' they think to themselves as they stare at each other.

≡;- ꒰ °At Beacon Hills PRESERVE After The Party ꒱

୨⎯ "Third Per. POV" ⎯୧

"Where is she?" Scott asks practically to no one when he saw Allison's blazer.

"She's safe. From you," A voice answers.

Scott turns around to confront Derek, who shoves him and causes them to fall to the ground.

"What did you do with her?"

"Shh! Quiet," After that, there was a little pause before Derek continued. "It's too late. They're already here. Run."

They start to run when they hear someone coming towards them. One of the hunters shoots a bow at Scott's arm, and the said guy screams in pain.

When one of the hunters makes his way to come closer to Scott, then, seemingly out of nowhere, Y/N appears and begins to take down the hunters one by one. Derek removes the arrow from Scott's arm and urges him to run.

When the hunters were out of sight, Derek and Scott come to a halt and Y/N casually waited for them while leaning against a tree. "Who were they?" Scott asks still trying to catch his breath.

Before Derek has a chance to answer, Y/N responds, "Hunters."

"The kind that has been hunting us for centuries," Derek elaborates.

"Us? You mean you! You did this to me!" Scott says in rage. "And what even are you?" Scott direct his question toward Y/N.

"It's for me to know and for you to find out," She says while making her way to Derek's side.

"Is it really so bad, Scott? That you can see better, hear more clearly, move faster than any human could ever hope?" Derek stops for a moment and continues, "You've been given something that most people would kill for. The bite is a gift."

"I don't want it," Scott grunts.

"You're gonna accept it eventually," Y/N says this time at Scott's side. The said boy startles and gives the girl a surprising look as to why he didn't notice the girl move from Derek's side to his.

"And you're gonna need me if you want to learn how to control it," Derek says, interrupting Scott from his thought of what Y/N possibly is. "So you and me, Scott, we're brothers now," Derek holding his shoulder for a brief moment before letting go and going away.

Scott turns his head to see the H/C haired girl are nowhere in sight.

≡;- ꒰ °At The Lacrosse Field ꒱

୨⎯ "Third Per. POV" ⎯୧

Y/N sits on the lacrosse stands while thinking about what happened the previous night. It's now confirmed that Scott was a werewolf.   The girl is well aware that he is already suspicious of her. So right now, she's thinking about how she would tell her friends what she is.

After getting out of her thought, Y/N shifts her focus to see the game. She notices that Scott's pulse start rising at a rapid pace. "McCall's gonna do it again! McCall's gonna do it again!" Coach Finstock says.

Scott makes his way towards another player and glare at Jackson with a murderous look on his face. He positions himself and starts running toward Jackson, hitting him rough on his shoulder.

Stiles and Y/N quickly make their way to Scott. "I can't control it, guys. It's happening," Scott says breathlessly.

"Let's go," Y/N says, helping Scott stands up with Stiles on the other side. They make their way to the boy's locker room.

"Get away from me!" Scott shouts at his friends, his eyes have already changed their colour, and his fangs come out too.

Y/N eyes flash red colour before she drags Stiles away from Scott. She holds Scott from attacking Stiles with her superstrength. "Stiles, do something!" She shouts while still gripping the werewolf.

"Just give me a minute," The said boys mutters in panic. He looks around to find a fire extinguisher and holds it to Scott's way.

"Stiles, Y/N," Scott calls his friend's name. Stiles peak from the door to see Scott turns back to normal.

"Well, for the record. You tried to kill us," Y/N says, smiling while her eyes still flashing red like blood.

"And what are you?" Stiles asks, shocks expression clear on his face. "Doesn't matter. It's like we've told you before. It's the anger. It's your pulse rising. It's a trigger,"

"But that's lacrosse. It's a pretty violent game if you hadn't noticed."

"Well, it's gonna be a lot more violent if you end up killing someone on the field," Stiles says, a worried look written on his face.

"And that means you can't play this Saturday. You are gonna have to get out of the game," Y/N says, this time sitting beside Scott, startling both of her friends.

"But I'm first line," Scott looks at Stiles for help.

But the latter just shakes his head and says, "Not anymore."

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୨⎯ "Your POV" ⎯୧

After what happened at the boy's locker room, I drive my car to the old hale house. When I arrive, I start to call for Derek. The said guy comes out from the door and walks towards me.

"When I say you need to help my friend. I mean, help him. Not appear out of nowhere and tell him you guys are brothers now," I say, leaning against my car.

"Then, what am I supposed to do? Watch over him like I'm his babysitter," Derek says, an annoyed expression on his face.

"Nevermind. I'm here not to talk about him," I say, changing the atmosphere around us.

"I don't know who's the alpha yet," Derek responds, knowing that I'm going to talk about the alpha.

"Do you have any plans in mind?" I ask, curious as to what he's planning on searching the alpha.

"I have. But I'm not gonna tell you," Derek says, turning his back towards me and walking to his car.

"Whatever. I'll know it eventually," I get up and make my way to my car's door. "I already did that for years now."

Derek enters his car and quickly drive away from the old hale house. I shake my head and enter my car, making my way to my house.

_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

୨⎯ "Your POV" ⎯୧

I am walking out of the bathroom and ready myself to jump on my soft bed but lucks is not on my side today. I am just an inch from my bed but come to a stop by a notification from my laptop.

After a few seconds of war with myself, whether to choose the chair or the bed. I make my decision to go to the chair and plop myself down.

I open my laptop to be met by Stiles and Scott's face. "You guys better have a good fucking reason to call me at this time," I say, glaring at both guys.

They ignore my threat, and Scott asks, "What did you find out?"

"Well, it's bad. Jackson's got a separated shoulder," Stiles answers.

"Because of me?"

"Because he's a jackass, obviously," I say to assure the boy.

"But is he gonna play," the worried boy asks.

"Oh, they don't know yet," Stiles's camera starts to glitch a little. "Now, they're just counting on you this Saturday."

Stiles stop talking and stares at Scott as if he wants a better look at the latter surrounding. I see that Stiles start typing to tell Scott that there's someone in his room. But unfortunately, Stiles's connection is a little bit slow this time.

I sit in my chair and watch them, knowing that the person behind Scott is Derek. I'm 90% sure that Derek's not going to hurt Scott. The 10% are history. Then all of a sudden, Scott was pulled out from our sight.

"Did you just see what I see," Stiles says with his mouth open to show his shocks.

"Yes, Stiles. You're not crazy yet," I say.

"Yet? Yet! What do you mean by 'yet'. That's insulting," Stiles says, putting his hand on his chest to show that he's offended.

I fairly shrug my shoulders in response and end the call. I close my laptop then walks towards my beds, plopping myself down. I make myself comfortable and drift to my dreamland.

≡;- ꒰ °At Beacon Hills High School ꒱

୨⎯ "Your POV" ⎯୧

I walk through the halls that are full of student chatter and make my way to my locker. I see Scott and Stiles peaking at something and instantly knew it is about the curfew. How would I know? I have my ways obviously.

I put both of my hands on both of the boy's shoulders, startling them. Stiles have horrified looks on his face with his hand on his chest, "You almost give me a heart attack dammit. You need to stop sneaking on us like that."

"There's a curfew because of the dead body," Scott informs while looking at both me and Stiles.

"Unbelievable. My dad's out looking for a rabid animal while the jerkoff who actually killed the girl is just hanging out, doing whatever he wants."

"You can't exactly tell your dad the truth about Derek."

"Derek's not the killer, okay. I know he got a face like a murderer but he's not one, okay," I say while looking at both of my friends.

"But I can do something," Stiles insist, doesn't believe that I said Derek's not the murderer.

"Like what?" Scott asks.

"Like find the other half of the body," Stiles says with a serious look on his face.

"Are you kidding me?" Scott asks.

"I don't think so. No," I say looking at Scott. After I said those words, I start making my way to my next class.

≡;- ꒰ °At Stiles' House ꒱

୨⎯ "Your POV" ⎯୧

I plop myself on Stiles' bed while he plops himself beside me. There's a silence for a moment before Stiles decide to speak, "I know what you are," I can sense some nervousness in his voice.

"I know," I say while turning myself to face him.

"Uh, what?"

"I said I know," This time, I say it slowly for him to understand.

"You're not gonna drink my blood and leave me to death, are you?" Stiles asks, his eyes widening a little.

"No, of course not," I chuckle. I can hear Stiles let out a relieved sigh, and I start laughing hysterically.

"It's not funny," Stiles says, his mouth performing into a pout and his arms crossed over his chest.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," I say.

"I have some questions, though," Stiles says, turning himself towards me.

"Shoots."

"You're a vampire, correct? So how can you're not burned by the sun?" Stiles says while curiosity fills his eyes.

"Did you see this ring?" I ask Stiles while showing the ring I wear on my middle finger. He nods and I continue, "It has Lapis Lazuli Stone that enchanted by a witch to give me protection so that way I'm not gonna get burnt by the sun."

"Witch exist too?" Stiles asks with his jaw-dropping in shocks.

"Of course. If vampires and werewolves exist, why not witches too," I chuckle at the expressions that Stiles made.

"Can you eat human food," Stiles asks.

"I can, but it doesn't give me energy like food does to humans or werewolves. I still need to drink blood to get my energy from," I say.

Stiles nods in understatement. He's about to ask another question before his phone rings, alerting him someone calls him.

Stiles picks up his phone and press the 'answer' button. After a few moments, Stiles end the phone call and drags me downstairs towards his jeep.

_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

୨⎯ "Your POV" ⎯୧

When we arrive at Scott's house, Stiles quickly get out from his jeep and runs towards the house. I shake my head in amusement and get out from the jeep. I open the door's house and run fastly using my super-speed towards Scott's room.

"What did you find? How did you find it? Where did you find it? And yes, I've had a lot of Adderall. So...," Stiles panting while blinking his eyes a few times.

I lean against the door and chuckle slightly at his behaviour. "I found something at Derek Hale's," Scott says, looking at Stiles and me.

"Are you kidding? What?"

"There's something buried there. I could smell blood." Scott responds.

"That's awesome. I mean, that's terrible. Whose blood?" Stiles asks pretty excitedly if I tell.

"I don't know. But when we do, your dad nails Derek for the murder. And then you guys help me figure out how to play lacrosse without changing."

"Are you guys still don't believe me when I said Derek's not the murderer?" I groan and walk towards them.

"I could smell blood, okay. And there's no way I'm not playing that game," Scott throws his lacrosse stick on his bed and get out of his bedroom with Stiles.

"I'm gonna kill both of them someday," I mutter on my breath and get out of Scott's bedroom.

≡;- ꒰ °At Beacon Hills Hospital ꒱

୨⎯ "Your POV" ⎯୧

We enter the beacon hills hospital for Scott to smell half the dead body. Why just Scott, you ask. Because I'm not gonna fucking sniff the dead body like a fucking dog. That's Scott's job, thank you very much.

Scott looks around before entering the morgue room. Stiles and I walk towards the hospital receptionist counter to wait for Scott. I see Stiles stop for a moment from the corner of my eyes. To see him looking at Lydia, who's sitting near the counter.

I watch Stiles as he makes his way to Lydia. I stifle my laugh and cover it with coughs when I see Stiles turn around to glare at me.

"Hey, Lydia. You probably don't remember me, um, I sit behind you in biology," Stiles stops for a moment when he sees Lydia looks like she's trying to remember. "Uh, anyway, I always thought that we just had this kind of connection. You know, unspoken, of course."

I decide to stop listening after that because I'm starting to feel second-hand embarrassment. I try to make my face as serious as possible, but on the inside, I'm dying of laughter.

When I don't hear Stiles's voice anymore, I turn around to see he's sitting on one of the chairs. I start walking towards him and sit beside him. There's a silence for a moment before I decide to break it with a low laugh and hit his arm many times.

"Stop laughing," I can hear a groan coming out from his mouth.

"I'm sorry, it's just that-. That was so-. I'm sorry," I try to stop myself from laughing when I see Stiles give me a judgmental look. "You can't judge me when you're the one who embarrasses yourself just now"

"Can you just forget about it," He crossed his arms in anger.

"I can't. Because I'm gonna use it to blackmail you," I say, a smirk forming on my face.

I can hear Stiles muttering some curses under his breath. I chuckle lightly and take out my phone to kill the time.

_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

୨⎯ "Your POV" ⎯୧

After a few minutes of scrolling social media on my phone, I decided to stop and turn around to face Stiles, who looks at Lydia and Jackson.

When I see Stiles make a disgusted face at them, I start to laugh silently. Stiles turns around and glares at me. Suddenly Scott comes and takes the paper that Stiles hold.

"The scent was the same," Scott informs us.

"You sure?" Stiles stands up, and I follow his suit.

"Yes," Scott confirms.

"So he did bury the other half of the body on his property."

"Which means we have proof he killed the girl."

"But still, it doesn't mean he's the murderer when he buried the body on his own property. Doesn't seem too slick for a murderer to me," I place my hand on my hips. "If a killer does that, that means they're just giving themself to the police."

There was a silence for a brief moment. "Tell me something first, Scott," Stiles breaks the silence. "Are you doing this because you want to stop Derek or because you want to play in the game, and he said you couldn't?"

I know that Stiles makes his question towards Scott. But I'm 100% per cent sure it's the latter. "There were bite marks on the legs, Stiles. Bite marks," Scott responds.

"Okay. Then we're gonna need a shovel," Stiles says. They then make their way out of the hospital's entrance.

Did they just ignore my long-*** speech? Yes, they did. Does this make me want to kill them and make it like an accident? Yes, I do. I glare furiously at their back and follow their suit.

_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

୨⎯ "Your POV" ⎯୧

We get out from Stiles jeep, both guys with a shovel in their hand. "Wait, something's different."

"Different, how?" Stiles asks.

"I don't know," Scott respends.

"Maybe you're just nervous," I say to Scott.

"Yeah, maybe."

Scott and Stiles start to dig the area while I just lean against a tree, watching them. I'm lazy today, so I'm not gonna help them, and they ignore my speech at the hospital. So this count as fair to me.

"Don't you wanna help us here?" Stiles pants heavily.

"Well, let me think," I put my fingers against my chin. "What about no."

Stiles just groan and continue to dig. After 20 minutes, Scott breaks the silence, "This is taking way too long."

"Just keep digging," I say, this time sitting down on the dirt.

"Easy for you to say, you're not the one who does the work," Scott rolls his eyes.

"Well, if you guys didn't ignore what I said in the hospital. Maybe I'll be helping you guys right now," I shrug my shoulders.

"Stiles, what if he comes back?" Scott asks.

"Then we get the hell out of here," Stiles responds.

"And what if he catches us?" This time, I ask.

"I have a plan for that."

"Which is?"

"Scott runs straight away, Y/N runs sideway, and I run the other side. Whoever he catches first, too bad." Stiles says.

They continue digging until Stiles shove his shovel into something. I jump into the hole to look at what Stiles found. We found a knot, and Stiles try to untie it with Scott telling him to hurry up. I slap both their hands and untie the knot myself in seconds.

We open it to find the half body of the dead wolf. The three of us scream in shock and jump out of the hole.

"What the hell is that?" Stiles asks, trying to recover from the shock.

"Well, if you didn't know. That my friend, an animal called wolf," I respond, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

"I thought you said you smelled blood? As in human blood?" Stiles turns his head to Scott.

"I told you guys something was different," Scott answers.

"This doesn't make sense."

"We gotta get out of here."

"Yeah, okay, help me cover this up."

We then start to cover the wolf back when Stiles suddenly stop when he sees something. "What's wrong?" I ask.

"Do you guys see that flower?"

"Yeah, it's a wolfsbane," I respond to his question.

"What's that?" Scott asks.

Stiles and I give Scott a dumbfounded expression. Sometimes he's too stupid for his own good. Stiles then makes his way to the plant and pull it out. When I see it make a spiral around the wolf, I tell stiles to stop, "Stiles, I think you should stop. Let's just go."

But of course, like always, he ignores me and continues what's he doing. When Stiles is done pulling the rope, Scott calls him. When we see the hole, the wolf is replaced by the other half of the dead body.

_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

୨⎯ "Your POV" ⎯୧

I'm chilling in my room when suddenly my phone rings, indicating someone's calling me. I pick it up and press the 'answer' button.

"What do you want, Stiles. I already told you that I will not be there when they're arresting Derek."

"Scott's missing," Stiles says in a panic.

"Okay. Just tell me where you are right now. I'll be there."

_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

୨⎯ "Your POV" ⎯୧

Stiles and I are in his jeep searching for Scott. "Maybe he's with Allison right now. Don't you think?" I say casually. "You know, 'Cause he's a werewolf."

"And why's that?" He asks.

I just hand him the picture that I found in his jeep. There was a werewolf holding a girl.

"Maybe we should go home and wait for tomorrow," I suggest.

"Yeah, you're right," Stiles sigh and drive his jeep towards my house to send me home.

≡;- ꒰ °At Lacrosse Field ꒱

୨⎯ "Your POV" ⎯୧

I park my car in the parking lot and quickly get out. I jog towards the lacrosse field and sit beside Stiles. I know I'm not a player, but it's not like Coach Finstock can make me go away. He already gave up doing that a long time ago. Don't worry, he doesn't know that I'm a vampire.

"Nervous," I ask Stiles, who can't keep his leg still.

"Of course. There's so many 'What if' in my mind right now," Stiles says, this time fidgeting with his hands.

"If Scott decides to turn himself into a werewolf tonight. I'll just kick him until he knocks out or something," I shrug my shoulder.

"If you haven't noticed. Scott's pretty strong, you know," Stiles says in a matter of fact.

"If you haven't noticed. I've lived long enough to know someone's weaknesses with just one glance," I say.

"Thank you," Stiles smiles in appreciation. This time he's already stopped fidgeting with his hands.

We stop talking after that and shift our focus to the game. I notice that none of the players passes the ball to Scott. When Jackson scores the goal, everybody stands up to cheer for him.

I see that Scott turn his head towards the stand and look furious. I turn around to see Lydia and Allison holding a banner that writes 'We Luv U Jackson'. Well, this is where this game will get interesting. I smile to myself.

"Why are you smiling," Stiles says, turning his head to face me.

"Just that this game will get more interesting. Don't you think?" I say, smiling at Stiles.

"No. Shit will go downhill. And stop smiling. It's creeping me out," Stiles give me a weird look.

"Whatever," I say, ending the conversation between us.

When all the players take their position, I can hear Scott growling in anger. I'm sure that the person behind him is a little bit scared of Scott now. They never fail to amuse me somehow.

When the game start, Scott gets the ball, and you guess it, He scores the goal. Everyone stands up, cheering for him, including Stiles.

Scott receives the ball when the second game begins.  I can sense that he's starting to lose control.  I get up to prepare myself in case something terrible happens. Scott then gets a hold of himself, and he scores the goal. Everybody gets down from the stands to cheer for the winning team.

I see Scott run away from the field with Allison following from behind. I search for Stiles and drags him towards the school. He makes a sound of protest, but I just ignore him like he always did to me.

We enter the boy's locker room to see Scott and Allison kissing. Did I regret going here? Yes, I did. Stiles makes a disgusted face while I give them a judgmental look even though I know they didn't see me.

When they're done with their 'kissing'. Allison makes her way to get out. "Hi Stiles, Hi Y/N."

"Hey, yeah," Stiles greet her back while I just smile at her.

We make our way to Scott to see him smiling widely at us. "I kissed her."

"We definitely saw that. 'Cause last time I check, I'm not blind yet," I say sarcastically.

"She kissed me," Scott says, still smiling. Too happy to notice my sarcasm.

"We saw that too," Stiles responds. "It's pretty good, huh."

"I don't know how, but I controlled it, I pulled it back. Maybe I can do this. Maybe it's not that bad."

"Yeah, We'll talk later then," Stiles says, obviously proud of his friend.

Stiles turns away to get out before Scott stops him. "What?"

"The medical examiner looked at the other half of the body we found. Well, I'll keep it simple. Medical examiner determines killer of girl to be an animal, not human." Stiles explain.

"And that's mean, Derek let out of jail and gonna kill the both of you," I say while smiling at them.

"Are you guys kidding?"

"No, and here's a bigger kick in the ***. My dad ID'd the dead girl, both halves. Her name was Laura Hale."

"Hale?" Scott asks shocks at what Stiles told him just now.

"Oh my god. How can I didn't notice it before," I stop for a brief moment before continuing, "Derek's definitely gonna kill you two."

"Do you know her?" Stiles asks.

"I know the entire family of Hale, okay," I say frustratedly.

"We're sorry," Scott and Stiles say at the same time.

"The deed's already done. Let's just go home," I wave my hand and drag them towards the parking lot.

≡;- ꒰ °At Beacon Hills High School ꒱

୨⎯ "Your POV" ⎯୧

"So you killed her?" Stiles open the door for the three of us to enter.

"I don't know," Scott shrugs his shoulders. "I just woke up. And I was sweating like crazy, and I couldn't breathe. I've never had a dream where I woke up like that before."

"Really? I have," Stiles says, walking beside Scott. "Usually ends a little differently."

"We honestly didn't need to know that, Stiles," I give him a disgusted look.

"I meant I've never had a dream that felt that real," Scott says, walking through the halls, full of students talking with their peers.

"Let me take a guess here."

"No, I know," Scott cuts off Stiles, "you think it has something to do with me going out with Allison tomorrow. Like I'm gonna lose control and rip her throat out."

"No, of course not," Stiles denied it. Scott and I give him a look that we totally know that he's lying. "Yeah, that's totally it."

"It's gonna be okay, all right?" I try to comfort the worried boy. "Personally, we think you're handling this pretty freaking amazing."

"Yeah, Y/N right," Stiles agrees to what I'm saying just now. "You know, it's not like there is a Lycanthropy for Beginners class you can take."

"Yeah, not a class, but maybe a teacher."

"Who, Derek?" After Stiles questioned that, Scot didn't say anything. Stiles then hit Scott at the back of his head. "You forgetting the part we got him tossed in jail?"

"Yeah, I know, but chasing her, dragging her to the back of the bus, it felt so real."

"How real?"

"Like it actually happened."

"If you were that desperate, I could persuade Derek to teach you, but I can't confirm anything. Second, I could actually teach you if you want," I offer.

"Thank you so much," Scott gives me an appreciative look and opens the door with Stiles.

"No problem," I shrug my shoulders and walk between Scott and Stiles.

The first thing we see when we walk out of the door is a wrecked bus with a lot of blood.

"Can I be honest with you guys?" I say, eyeing the blood.

"Um, sure?" Both of them say simultaneously with uncertainty in their voice.

"The blood smells intoxicating," I say with my eyes flashing red for a second.

_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

୨⎯ "Your POV" ⎯୧

"She's probably fine," Stiles tries to comfort Scott.

"She's not answering my texts, Stiles."

"Maybe she turns off her phone," I say.

"It could be a coincidence, all right?" Stiles tries again.

"A seriously amazing coincidence." Scott looks around the halls in panic.

"Everything is possible," I say with a matter of fact.

"Just help me find her, okay?" Scott turns his head to Stiles and me. "Do you guys see her?"

"No," Stiles and I answered simultaneously.

After we said that, Scott was nowhere in our sight. "Where's Scott?" Stiles sigh.

I'm about to answer when I hear Allison and Scott's voices. "I'm sure he's okay. Now, let's go." I drag Stiles's wrist and walk to our class.

"How can you be so sure?" Stiles squints his eyes at me.

"Are you seriously doubting me?" I glare at him.

"I was just asking," Stiles shrugs his shoulders.

"I hear their voice talking near the entrance," I say, letting go of Stiles's wrist and letting him walk beside me.

"Attention, students, this is your principal." Stiles and I stopped walking when we heard the principal voice over the speaker. "I know you're all wondering about the incident that occurred last night to one of the buses. While the police work to determine what happened, classes will proceed as scheduled. Thank you."

All of the students groaned, including Stiles when the principal said that the class will be proceed as scheduled. Then all of the students walk to their class respectively.

_________ ׂׂ་༘࿐

୨⎯ "Your POV" ⎯୧

We are in the Chemistry class. I'm actually paying attention to what Mr Harris writes on the board. Shocking, I know. But, of course, it didn't last long if your friends name's Scott and Stiles.

"Maybe it was my blood on the door," Scott was the one who decided to break the silence between the three of us.

"Could have been animal blood," Stiles says to reassure Scott. "You know, maybe you caught a rabbit or something."

"And he ate it raw?" I say, trying to stifle my laugh.

"No, he stopped to bake it in a little werewolf oven," Stiles answers sarcastically. "How would I know. He's the one who can't remember anything."

"Mr Stilinski, if that's your idea of a hushed whisper, you might want to pull the headphones out every once in a while. I think you, Mr McCall and Ms L/N would benefit from a little distance, yes?"

"No," Stiles insist.

Both Scott and Stiles stand up and change their sits when Mr Harris points his finger at them. I just sit in my seat because that bitch you called teacher can't do anything to me. Totally feel proud of myself for that.

"Hey, I think they found something," The girl who sits beside Scott breaks the silence.

All the students stand up and swarm towards the class's window to see what's happening. I notice the ambulance carrying a man that looks dead.

"That's not a rabbit," Scott says to Stiles and me.

The man suddenly gets up and scream like he's scared. Everybody yell in surprise and back up a little bit from the window. Scott walks away from the window.

"Okay. This is good, this is good," Stiles comes towards Scott. "He got up. He's not dead. Dead guys can't do that."

"And remember, there's still no proof that you're the one who wrecks the bus and hurts that man." I put my hand at Scott's shoulder to console him.

_________ ׂׂ་༘࿐

୨⎯ "Your POV" ⎯୧

We are in the cafeteria, making our way to the table with a food tray in our hands. "But dreams aren't memories," Stiles says.

"Then it wasn't a dream," Scott says, and we put our food tray at the table. "Something happened last night, and I can't remember what," Scott continues.

"What makes you so sure that Derek even has all the answers?" Stiles looks at Scott, still not approving that his friend want help from Derek.

"Because he's Derek, duh," I shrug my shoulders. "And maybe because he wasn't changing during the full moon."

"That, and he was in total control while I was running around in the middle of the night attacking some totally innocent guy," Scott says, looking at Stiles and me.

"How would you know that he was innocent?" I raise my eyebrow at Scott.

I can tell that both Scott and Stiles are weird out at my question. "Why did you ask that?" Stiles says.

"Nothing. Can't a girl get curious?" I smile at them, acting like I did not ask a weird question just now. "Continue to what you guys want to talk about." I gesture my hand toward both of them.

"I can't go out with Allison. I have to cancel," Scott panics.

"No, you're not cancelling, okay?" Stiles gives Scott unapproved looks. "You can't just cancel your entire life. We'll figure it out. The three of us," Stiles looks at me, and then Scott.

Suddenly, Lydia puts her food tray beside Scott and asks, "Figure what out?" She sits beside Scott, and Stiles lets out an unbelievable huff.

"Just, uh, homework," Scott answers, try not to be suspicious. And he's doing really good in the doubtful part.

I know that Lydia doesn't trust what Scott has said. She then looks at me for confirmation if what Scott had said is true. "Yeah, we just have so much homework that I feel like I wanna kill myself," I groan.

Lydia just chuckles lightly and looks away. "Why is she sitting with us?" Stiles whisper, enough for Scott and I to hear.

Scott and I shrug in response. I don't really care about the fact that Lydia is sitting with us. Well, it's because she's my best friend, why would I be weird out.

Scott takes his backpack that he had put at the vacant seat beside him when he notices Allison want to sit next to him. "Thanks," Allison smiles in appreciation to Scott.

Stiles turns around to see Danny sitting beside him and smiles. I smile at the girl who sits beside me. Thank god she smiles back, or it will be embarrassing, and I would really kill myself for real this time.

Jackson then comes to our table and tells the guy who sits near Lydia to get up. The said guy stares up at Jackson in confusion and asks, "How come you never ask Danny to get up?"

"Because I don't stare at his girlfriend's coin slot," Danny says.

Jackson just pushes the guy away and sits. "So I hear they're saying it's some type of animal attack. Probably a cougar." Danny breaks the silence.

"I heard a mountain lion," Jackson says, looking at Danny and leaning his back against the chair.

"A cougar is a mountain lion," Lydia corrects Jackson. When Jackson give Lydia a questioning look, the girl quickly asks, "Isn't it?"

"Who cares?" Jackson furrows his eyebrows. "The guy's probably some homeless tweaker who's gonna die anyway."

"Actually, I just found out who it is. Check it out," Stiles pulls out his phone for everyone to see. I lean against him and rest my hand on his shoulder.

"The Sheriff's Department won't speculate on details of the incident but confirmed the victim, Garrison Meyers, did survive the attack. Meyers was taken to a local hospital, where he remains in critical condition."

"I know this guy," Scott says, worriedly looking at Stiles and me.

"You do?" Allison asks in curiosity.

"Yeah, when I used to take the bus back when I lived with my dad. He was the driver."

"Can we talk about something slightly more fun, please?" Lydia plays with her fork. "Like, oh, where are we going tomorrow night?" She looks at Allison. "You said you and Scott were hanging out tomorrow night, right?"

"Um, we were thinking of what we were gonna do," Allison looks at Scott, who has confusion written on his face.

"Well, I am not sitting home again watching lacrosse videos, so if the four of us are hanging out, we are doing something fun."

"Hanging out?" Scott asks, looking at Allison, who just shrugs her shoulders lightly. "Do you wanna hang out, like us and them?" Scott asks Allison, turning his body towards her.

"Yeah, I guess. Sounds fun," Allison smiles.

"You know what else sounds fun?" Jackson says, looking at Scott and Allison. "Stabbing myself in the face with this fork."

Lydia quickly grabs the fork from Jackson's hand. "How about bowling? You love to bowl," She looks at Jackson.

"Yeah, with actual competition."

"How do you know we're not actual competition?" Allison turns her head to Scott and asks, "You can bowl, right?"

"Sort of."

"Is it sort of, or yes?" Jackson asks.

"Yes. In fact, I'm a great bowler."

_________ ׂׂ་༘࿐

୨⎯ "Your POV" ⎯୧

"You're a terrible bowler," Stiles and I say in unison. One fact about Scott is that he's terrible at bowling, worse than playing lacrosse before being a werewolf. Let's just say he's not the right person to bowl with.

"I know! I'm such an idiot," Scott replies with a frustrated sigh. We walk down the stairs with me in the front.

"God, it was like watching a car wreck," Stiles says, with me agreeing with what he's said. "I mean, first, it turned into the whole group date thing. And then out of nowhere comes that phrase."

"You mean hang out?" I send Stiles a questioning look, confused as to why he's making this 'hang out' looks like they're going to have sex together or something.

Stiles just give me this 'you know what I mean' look. "You don't hang out with hot girls, okay? It's like death. Once it's hanging out, you might as well be her gay best friend."

I stop to hear what Stiles says and start to search for the person I want to meet. I wave at both of my friends when I find the person I'm looking for. Both of them waved back and continue the conversation about Scott might be the gay best friend.

I walk toward Isaac with a big smile on my face. I always had this giddy feeling when I'm with him. "Hi," I greet him while leaning onto the locker beside him.

He startles and lets out a relieved sigh when he realises it's me. "Hi," He greets back with a small smile planted on his face.

"I'm sorry that I didn't talk to you for days. I just had a lot of things going on right now," I say, screaming inside my head when he's still smiling at me. I mean, have you seen this guy. He's so fucking cute for no reason at all. Okay Y/N deep breath in, deep breath out.

"It's okay. I understand," He says while putting some books in his locker. He then closes his locker and starts to walk with me beside him.

"Can I ask you something?" I ask, feeling nervous.

"Sure," Isaac nods his head and glances at me for a second before looking straight in front.

"Do you wanna hang out at the park with me," I say looking at him with a hopeful look in my eyes.

"I-I don't know," He stutters looking nervous.

"It's okay. I'm just asking. We never hang out and just talk at school. I just want to get to know you better," I give him a reassuring look when I notice he starts to feel guilty. "We can hang out another time?"

"S-sure. I'm really sorry though," He sends me a guilty look that makes me just want to hug him and keep him forever.

"It's okay, I'm not gonna play the sad girl when someone rejects her offer or something," I say honestly. Because that kind of person really annoys me. I don't care if it's a girl or a boy, if someone does the sad person thing I'll kill them in instant. "If you have nothing to do just inform me and we're gonna hang out together."

"Alright," He replies with a small smile on his face.

I wave goodbye at him and start walking out of the school and towards my car. I open the door of my car and take a sit. I look at the rearview mirror. "It's okay Y/N there's always next time. On the bright sight, he didn't hate you."

I smile and start the engine and drive out of the school parking lot.

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୨⎯ "Your POV" ⎯୧

The three of us are in Stiles jeep, driving towards the back of the school where the school bus at. Stiles stops the jeep, and the three of us get out and walk towards the entrance.

"Hey, no, just me. Someone needs to keep watch," Scott says to Stiles.

"How come I'm always the guy keeping watch?" Stiles argues.

Seriously, they can argue at a time like this. Nothing new. "Ladies, please stop arguing like an old married couple, please," I say with my hands on their chest to stop them from attacking each other, not like they can. "Scott, you go do what Derek told you to do. Stiles, you're stuck with me here. End of discussion."

I push Scott towards the gate and then drag Stiles to his jeep. "Why do you make me the robin and Scott's the batman?" Stiles asks while leaning onto his jeep.

I look at him like he's crazy, which he totally is, but he didn't need to know that. "What the **** are you talking about?" I furrowed my eyebrows at him to show my confusion.

"Scott's always the main character while I'm always the side character, and you always the mysterious one that everybody likes," Stiles rants.

"Stiles, nobody is the main and side character. One fact that you should know is not everybody actually like me," I look at him in the eyes to show that I'm being honest with him. Honestly, Stiles's like a brother to me, and it pains me to see him think about himself like that.

"Really?"

"Really," I confirm and hug him. "You feel better?" I back off to take a look at him.

"Yeah, totally," Stiles smiles at me.

We enter the car, and I tell Stiles to start the engine to prepare ourselves when someone comes. Stiles starts to honk the car when we notice a flashlight. Scott runs towards the jeep, and Stiles drive away fastly.

"Did it work? Did you remember?" Stiles asks.

"Yeah, I was there last night. And the blood, a lot of it was mine," Scott answers while looking at Stiles and me.

"So that means you're the one attacking him?" I ask, curious as to what the answer is.

"No," Scott answers quickly. Stiles and I let out a relieved sigh. "I saw glowing eyes in the bus, but they weren't mine. It was Derek."

"Seriously. Are we still not passing that Derek wasn't the killer yet," I give Scott an unproven look. "Why would Derek help you remember if he was the killer. For once, please, for the love of God, please stop being so fucking stupid."

"How would you know that Derek isn't the killer?" Scott asks me.

"Do whatever you want," I sigh, giving up on making both boys believe me. They're so fucking thick-headed. I'm not even sure why I choose them as my friends.