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Lately, everything seems to be getting more and more out of control. Why? Why does it keep happening? Why doesn't it stop? I just want it to stop! My eyes shut tight as I fought back the Alpha that was just begging to surface. I'm pretty sure that my door has been closed, but I still have to be on red alert. Especially with Stiles being the Nogitsune. I sigh. My eyes open while I'm driving my dirt bike to school. The feeling of disappointment and complete helplessness drowning me to the point where I just wanted to die to not have to deal with all of it. But, I couldn't. My friends - no, my pack - needs me. I'm not going to be like my dad and run out with things got tough. It was time to man up and deal with it.

I took a deep breath as I parked in my usual spot at Beacon Hills High. After removing my helmet, I got off the bike and went to find Stiles by his jeep. He was still tired as Hell. We both were from staying up all night. He fought to stay awake to keep the Nogitsune at bay, and I stayed up with him for moral support like the good brother that I am. It was just so brutal. If I feel helpless in helping him…. I can't even begin to imagine what he's even going through. Being possessed, having zero control over your thoughts and actions, going places and doing things that you really don't even want to do. Deaton helped by injecting him with poison for the Fox inside him. The Nogitsune should hopefully die soon from that, or at least that's what Deaton said, and he's usually right. He is my emissary after all.

When I finally reached Stiles, he was yawning. That, in turn, caused me to yawn and I noticed a few other people yawning too; that just made me chuckle. "I guess yawns are contagious." I said. Stiles blinked and shook his head, trying to make sense of it. "What?" He asked, looking at me like I had just spoken some alien language. I just pointed around to everybody yawning like a domino effect. He snorted, "Oh yeah… Look at that." He nodded in approval and I patted his back as we started inside.

We got to our lockers and I couldn't help but notice someone new just down the line. It was a girl, looking to be in her sophomore year, but I could be wrong. She was dressed differently, all covered up in clothes, and I respected her for it. Better than all these other girls that dressed like they were either going to work the corner or take off whatever they had on by a pole in some sleazy club. "Stiles?" I asked, smacking his shoulder. My eyes never leaving the female while she put some books away in her locker. "Who is she? Is she new?" I continued to question him since he usually knew everything about anyone new that came into this school. "Oh, that must be, uh…" He blinked a few times, snapping his fingers. "Ah, Carrie! Yeah, I think that's her name. My dad was talking about some girl that had checked into the motel about fifteen minutes from here. She tried to pay the guy with about twenty bucks for the night, but he let her off then called my dad to see if he could help her." He shrugged. "She's kind of cute. You know, if you're into that whole religious, virgin, see no evil, and speak no evil kind of thing."

I just shook my head. "I guess, but I don't know. There's just something about her." She looked my way and I smiled, but she closed her locker and made haste the other way. I made a face like; oops, I guess I scared her off. "Are your wolfy senses tingling or something, Scott?" Stiles asked, getting in my line of sight after she disappeared from it. The scent of fear and confusion emanating from her. Thanks to Derek's little lesson on the rooftop, I notice emotions everywhere I go now. "Something like that. But, since she's new, we should probably help her find her classes." Stiles nodded in agreement and he followed me while I tracked her down. She was definitely confused and it wasn't hard to tell that she was pretty shy. When we found her, she was standing in the middle of the hallway, looking around like she was a rat in a maze hunt for cheese. I threw on my best smile and tried to hide how extremely tired I was as I approached her. "Hi, you must be new here." I chuckle softly, extending my hand to her. "I'm Scott, that's Stiles," I gestured to him behind me while he gave one of his classic awkward waves. "And we just wanted to welcome you to Beacon Hills." I smiled.

I could tell she was nervous, not only by her scent, but by her body language. "Oh… Hi." She said so quietly, it was almost a whisper. Her eyes staring at my hand like it was something alien. The girl then looked me over like she was trying to read me, like she was confused on why I was being nice and welcoming. I figured she'd been bullied a lot at her old school or something and didn't think much of it. So, I pulled my hand away and cleared my throat as I used it to scratch the back of my neck; just as she was about to reach for it. "I'm…" I could tell she was trying to decide whether she should tell me her name or not by the way she bit her lip. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "I'm Carrie." She finally said and all I could do was smile. I smiled like I was proud of her for just saying her name like I'd been her teacher and she understood what I was telling her. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Carrie." I chuckled again then looked to Stiles.

"Do you need some help getting to your next class or…?" I asked with a curious tilt of my head. When I looked back to Stiles again, he was yawning and starting to nod off. "Stiles!" I called out. He jumped up and looked around. "What?! Where?! What happened?! Who died?! SCOTT!" I could hear a small giggle and I joined in the light laughter just from his reaction to waking up. The light left my eyes as I realized I didn't know if it was really Stiles or not. For all I know, he could've really just passed out and now the Fox has him under control. Maybe he's just trying to trick me again. I'd have to definitely keep a closer eye on him now, but I turned my attention back to Carrie who seemed to be afraid again. "So, help?" I asked. She just nodded. "Alright, can I see your schedule?" She nodded again, "Okay." I took the paper she handed to me and looked it over. "Oh cool. You have History first too." I smiled, "Come on, it's right this way."

Stiles went ahead of me, leading Carrie and I to class. It was easier for me to keep an eye on him this way, but I knew that wasn't the reason he went ahead. I just chuckled and shook my head at him. "So, where was your old school? What made you move?" I asked, interested in her story. Carrie's eyes went wide and she stayed quiet, looking for an answer. "Don't want to talk about it?" I twisted my lips to the side and she shook her head. "That's okay. I was just wondering." I shrugged, "You don't have to worry about any bullies here, by the way. One moved to London and the other joined the good team." I smiled, remembering how Queen Bee Lydia used to be before the supernatural hit Beacon Hills like a tidal wave. "How did you….?" She looked at me confused. "Intuition, I guess? I don't know. But I've been there. We both have." I glanced at Stiles before looking at her again. "You don't have to be afraid here, though. Consider it paradise."

I noticed the irony in my words right after I said them. Although, I played a smile, I was hiding a frown. Beacon Hills was far from paradise and I silently prayed for Carrie's safety and that she never has to cross paths with any of the supernatural nightmares going on around us. Then I realized that I probably shouldn't even be talking to her because something might happen. I almost sighed, but quickly covered it up with a yawn so she wouldn't notice or think I was lying about the paradise comment. She smiled shyly at me and nodded like she understood what I was trying to tell her. "Thank you." She said, sounding sincerely grateful that we were kind enough to help her out and feel welcome here. You're welcome." I answered with a smile. "You're never alone. Don't forget that."