First of all, I want to point out that I made a major mistake in the first chapter by saying that Derek was the one who bit Scott, which is wrong (it was Peter. I don't know what I was thinking). Also, I'm not sure what tense people prefer that I write in, so leave a comment about how you feel about this chapter/ how it's written!

Here are some of the songs that I feel fit the chapter/some of the scenes.

Son of a Gun by Oh Land: Chemistry classroom, Savannah talking to Scott

True Romance by Citizens!: Savannah walking with Rose in the hallway

Hooligans by Example ft Don Diablo: Stiles and Rose with their matchmaking plans in detention

Dance, Dance, Dance by Lykke Li: Beginning of the Library Scene

Omen by The Prodigy: The end of Library scene

&.&

"Once burned, twice shy

Too much of your light makes me blind."

&.&

"Miss Lalune…"

Savannah consciously knew that the teacher was addressing her, but his voice blended in with all his mind-numbing talks of covalent bonds and organic chemical formations, and basically went in one ear and out the other. Besides, she was far too distracted by Scott McCall who sat in front of her; like the way that his brown eyes would follow his pencil as he tapped it on his notebook, quietly enough not to draw the attention of Mr. Harris, and the way that his leg bounced in perfect rhythm to the movement of the clock hand that measured seconds, and how he was all muscle under his dark blue Henley shirt, yet still managed to look so soft everywhere—

"Miss Lalune, I'm sorry to interrupt, but I believe I asked you a question." Mr. Harris said, and his beady little eyes narrowed venomously behind his glasses.

Savannah's head jerked up, and she asked weakly, "Sorry… could you repeat the question?"

"I wondered if you could tell me what kind of bond is present in an H2O molecule."

Savannah's mouth had gone so dry with everyone's eyes on her that she had to swallow before saying, "A really strong one?"

Her gaze flicked towards the back of Scott's head for a moment, and she hoped that nobody had noticed. She was grateful that Scott didn't turn around, either.

"Well class, it seems that we have finally found someone who is as abysmal at chemistry as Stilinski. "

Stiles' mouth opened in protest, while Rose smirked at him from Savannah's table. Everyone was looking as her now, some with pity, and others with vicious amusement. She didn't want to know which expression Scott was wearing, because he probably thought she was an idiot.

"The answer is a hydrogen bond," Mr. Harris practically sneered, "Which seems rather obvious considering H20 is the combination of Hydrogen and oxygen."

Savannah felt like there wasn't enough oxygen in the room. She did know the answer, but with Mr. Harris' judgment and everyone staring her mind just went blank.

Mr. Harris continued. "A word of advice, Miss Lalune—spend a little less time making googly eyes at McCall, and maybe you'll actually learn something in my class. I fear that his empty-headedness is rubbing off on you."

Her cheeks burned, and she studied her hands on the table. Rose raised her hand, and Savannah wanted to knock it down, because her friend was drawing even more attention to them.

"Mr. Harris, I think what Savannah meant to say is that an H2O molecule has a really strong dipole-dipole attraction. And your question wasn't well phrased, since a hydrogen bond isn't even a bond at all." Rose said matter-of-factly, ignoring the teacher's raised brows.

"Thank you, Miss Killian. Maybe your friend should say what she really means next time. And perhaps next time, you'll hesitate to correct a teacher who has years of experience in his field and has actually graduated high school, because now you've earned yourself detention."

Rose just breathed out of her nose but didn't protest. Her eyes were mutinous, though.

If I said what I really meant all the time, Savannah thought, I would be telling Scott that I have a giant crush on him instead of a simple "hello" in the mornings.

And she would also be telling Mr. Harris that he was an enormous dick.

&.&.&

It was a relief when the bell finally rang, and the students rushed to escape the hell that was Chemistry II. Savannah grabbed her shoulder bag and left first, waiting outside while Rose went to apologize to Mr. Harris. Even though she'd jumped to Savannah's defense, she would never disrespect a teacher on principal, even if she wasn't afraid to correct them.

"That was rough." Scott said sympathetically, in his usual concise fashion. He'd been on the receiving end of Mr. Harris's abuse on more than one occasion, but Savannah was new to the game. He came to stand next to her, but left a confortable distance between them.

Comfortable for him, Savannah thought. But she wouldn't have minded if he closed those few steps between them.

"Yeah. I think I'm just going to go dig a hole and bury myself in it, now." She said with a small laugh, but Scott didn't miss the slight tremor in her voice.

"Don't let it get you down, Mr. Harris is kind of a dick to everyone. Stiles thinks it's because he isn't getting any."

Savannah let out a full laugh at this, but it also seemed to open the floodgates to other emotions. Her eyelids prickled, and suddenly she realized in horror that she was starting to cry.

"Sorry… I don't know why I'm crying, this is so stupid. I usually have thicker skin than this."

Scott's hand flinched at his side, like he wanted to reach for her, but than it remained motionless. "It's okay to cry sometimes. It just means your human."

Savannah wouldn't have thought it was a strange thing to say if not for the severity in his tone, as if his words were much more profound than they seemed.

"Thanks." She swiped at her eyes with the palms of her hands.

"Well I… I'd better get to my next class." Scott alternated between looking at her and the floor. "Can I walk you anywhere?"

Savannah shook her head. "No, I have a free track."

"Oh. Well. I guess I'll see you around, then."

"Every day in chem." She said. Then Scott flashed her that lopsided smile that made Savannah's heart melt, before turning and walking down the hall.

Rose, who'd been watching from the chemistry classroom, strode up to her friend, who looked thoroughly frazzled by her encounter with her crush.

"Hey, I saw you talking to Scott, there." Rose nudged Savannah with her elbow. "Why do you not look excited about this?"

"More like I started crying all over him," Savannah said mournfully, knowing that her mascara had probably run, and even though she wasn't particularly vain, raccoon eyes were not her best look. She'd only started wearing mascara to impress him in the first place. "He probably thinks I'm an absolute mess."

"I'm sure he doesn't think that. Besides, I think that's the longest conversation that you've ever had with the guy! Maybe he has a thing for damsels in distress?"

"But I don't want to be a damsel in distress."

"Than maybe you should show Scott who's boss." Rose said, punctuating the statement by slamming her locker shut.

"Easier said than done. I just turn into a nervous wreck when I'm around him. Like, I can't even form coherent sentences around him. I act like a complete dork." Savannah said,

"That's love, honey." Rose said drolly.

&.&.&

Stiles was already yawning when the other troublemakers filed into Mrs. Morgan's room for after-school detention. He nodded to his fellow detainees like a martyr. There were two unexpected faces, however—the first was Isaac.

"What are you doing here? You never get detention… well except for that time that you punched Ethan… or maybe it was Aiden…"

"I'm pretty sure it was Aiden. But that's not why I'm here, this time." Isaac said, sliding into the seat behind him and sending a flighty look out the window. "I got a few too many tardies."

"Rough, man," Stiles said sympathetically. "Why don't you ask Mama Wolf Derek to wake you up in the morning? I'll bet he'd be the most effective alarm clock ever—try and hit snooze, and he'll throw you right out the window."

Isaac shuddered slightly at the image. "That's terrifyingly accurate."

The last to enter was Rose, clutching her bag close to her as if someone was going to snatch it from her. She seemed unsure where to sit, since most of them already had there preferred places (Stiles always snagged the third window seat).

"Hey," Stiles sounded surprised, "Mr. Harris still gave you detention?"

"I tried to talk my way out of it, but he was adamant. I think he's trying to use me as an example or something. But at least I'm not stuck with him personally." She said, sitting on his left, though trying to seem nonchalant about it.

"Well, it's only a first time offence. I just wouldn't make a habit of it." Stiles said. "That was really cool, what you did back there, standing up to him." He added.

"He was wrong." She said simply. Stiles wasn't sure if she meant that Mr. Harris' chemistry knowledge was flawed, or that he was being unfair to Savannah.

Rose asked, "So what do you even do in detention?"

"Well, we're supposed to consider the error of our ways, contemplate turning over a new leaf… but mostly we just stare at the clock and wait for the hour to be over. But I'll let you in on a little secret," Stiles leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, "Mrs. Morgan usually stays in her office the entire time, and she's always too invested in the solitaire to check up on us. We alternate who gets to go take a prolonged "bathroom break"."

"You sound like a detention-regular."

"And proud of it." He said. "Luckily for you, it's my turn up. I'd be willing to use a guest pass if you want?"

She only hesitated for a moment. "Let's blow this popsicle joint, then."

Rose Killian had never broken a school rule in her life. She'd never cheated, she'd never turned in an essay late, and she'd never even skipped school. Yet, here she was, being dragged out of detention by Stiles, and she could now see why people played hooky and stuff like that—it was a total rush. The school hallways looked different when she technically wasn't supposed to be there, like some sort of forbidden fruit.

"Soooo what do you wanna do for the next forty-three minutes? That's enough time to go to the café down the road, or—"

Rose stopped, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You see, I had something else in mind."

"And what might that be?" He said warily.

"I was thinking that we could go to the library."

He made a face. "You want to go to the library? I just got you out of the most painful experience for any teenager, and you want to spend your time in the library? I guess I should have expected this from a girl who reads thesauri in her spare time."

"It never hurts to have a wide vocabulary!" She shot back. "But I have a plan, stupid. Savannah is waiting in the library for me, and I don't suppose that Scott is hanging around somewhere?"

"Our friendship wouldn't last if Scott put his life on hold every time I get detention. But he might be at lacrosse practice, it starts in a few minutes."

"Can you get him to the library?" Rose asked.

"Who do you think I am? I'm Scott's best friend, that's who, and I've been manipulating that boy since we were in diapers." Stiles said confidently, and he sent a text to Scott, telling him that he thought he needed him to sniff out a werewolf in the library. Nothing would get Scott moving faster than the immanent threat of a werewolf attack. He only felt a little bad, but he was tired of Scott trying to avoid his attraction to Savannah.

Playing cupid sort of felt good.

&.&.&

Having troubles telling how I feel

But I can dance, dance and dance

Couldn't possibly tell you how I mean

But I can dance, dance, dance

&.&.&

Scott was not certain of his place in the pack—or even if there was a "pack" any longer. Boyd had gone his own way after Erica's death, leaving just he and Isaac under Derek. A three man wolf pack. But of course, the humans—Lydia, Stiles, and Danny—were an important part of their pack as well. It was because of people like them that Scott continued to fight. He wanted to protect Beacon Hills. So when Stiles tipped him off about a potential werewolf threat, Scott dropped everything to head to the library. And Scott, being the naïve and trusting person that he was, didn't question anything until he'd already been locked in by Stiles and Rose.

He wrestled with the door handle. "Stiles… what the hell are you doing?"

"It's for your own good, buddy. I can't stand around and watch you mope for the rest of your teenage life."

Scott felt a rush of irritation. How dare Stiles tell him how he should or shouldn't me mourning Allison? The loss was still fresh for him, every heightened heartbeat in Savannah's presence reminding him of how he used to feel for Allison, and how she was gone from his life permanently. It was fair to move on so quickly, as if it would trivialize Allison's existence.

"Stiles, open the door."

"No can do." Stiles said in a sing-songy tone. "I don't have the key."

"What do you mean, you don't have the key?"

"Exactly what I said. My partner in crime has it in her possession. We'll come get you when you've sorted out everything with Savannah. Consider this an opportunity, Scott."

Scott lashed out at the door, satisfied when he heard a yelp of surprise from the other side.

He wasn't ready to deal with love at all.

Scott would have thought that Stiles had left, except he could hear faint breathing from him. After a few moments, Stiles said so quietly that without werewolf hearing, Scott never would have caught it,

"Allison wouldn't have wanted you to torture yourself like this. She would want you to be happy."

"I know." Scott replied, but there was no way that Stiles could have heard him.

A hesitant voice came from behind him. "Scott?"

Scott turned to see Savannah, clutching several books in her arms. There was a pink tint to her cheeks.

"Hey."

"What are you doing here? Don't you have lacrosse practice?"

"Yeah, I do… but I thought that you might need some help with the history project?" Scott lied. If he told her about Stiles locking them up together, he would have to explain why.

"I'm just finishing up some final touches for Rose. I was going to check out some of the older archives in the research room."

"I'll go with you. Two heads are better than one." He felt guilty because the rest of the group was picking up his slack for the project, since he'd been rather distracted by werewolf shenanigans (Stiles' term, not his).

Scott stood nearby while Savannah pulled out a few books, but she was hyper-aware of his presence the entire time.

"The Salem Witch Trials… very cheery." She said, to fill the silence.

"Not the best for late night reading." Scott agreed. He knew this from experience, as his dreams had turned into a twisted version of the trials and the Argents' persecution of werewolves, with torches and pitchforks, ending with Allison leaving him to drown and laughing as the water had filled his lungs. He suspected that this was partially influenced by Matt's past as well.

"Will Coach get mad at you for being late?"

He smiled lopsidedly. "Nah. I'm the best player he's got right now, besides Isaac—who is also coincidentally in detention today. I think I'll get brownie points for being team captain."

Savannah turned her head slightly, so that she could glance at Scott once in a while (not that she could stand it for very long without feeling awkward). "I love sports. My brothers love football, but they're getting into lacrosse, since Beacon Hills doesn't have a team for football. They'll be freshman next year."

"So they're twins?"

She nodded. "And double the trouble. They make it their life goals to torture me."

"I'm an only child, but Stiles is basically my brother… So I can understand the sentiment. Although if I had two of him to deal with, I would probably go nuts."

"It's not a walk in the park… but they're no so bad- Scott… are you okay?" Savannah asked. The boy had slowly braced himself against the book shelf, arms folded, looking distinctly tense.

"Sorry, you just… I'm kind of nervous." Scott admitted, because it wasn't in his nature to be reticent. "Around you, that is."

Savannah stopped looking at the books on the shelf, seemingly baffled. "I make you nervous? Why?"

Scott was amazed that she was entirely oblivious to the effect that she had on people, and how pretty she was, with her all-american-girl straw colored hair and grey eyes. Savannah appeared to be familiar with the outdoors, because she had a healthy tan, and a few stray freckles dusting her sun-kissed skin. She carried herself un-delicately, and unassumingly, in contrast to girls like Lydia Martin, but Scott thought that this was part of what made her interesting. There wasn't an ounce of makeup on her face either(she'd wiped the mascara off earlier), which was a refreshing change.

"You just do."

"Well, that makes two of us, I guess."

And they left it at that.

"You know, if you like lacrosse… our first game of the season is next week. It should be a good one." He said, glancing at her sideways.

She'd already been planning on going with Rose, who was attempting to get into the "school spirit". "I'll be there."

"Sweet. Good. Awesome." Scott babbled, and looked much more relaxed now. "And the whole team is going over to Lydia's after, since it's her birthday. Stiles should have room in his jeep, if you'd like to come…"

Savannah tried to keep her expression normal. "I'd love to go. If you're sure that I'm not totally party-crashing or anything."

"Not at all. Lydia's motto is 'the more, the merrier'. And more popularity. "

"We're all her loyal subjects." She joked, and Scott had a goofy smile on his face that made her feel like she was on cloud nine.

"Besides… I'm asking you because I want you to be there."

She hid her smile behind a textbook.

Suddenly, the research room went pitch black. Scott was now acutely aware of Savannah's heartbeat. He subconsciously sidled up behind her in a protective position. He was close enough to smell her strawberry shampoo.

"Someone must have turned the lights out—maybe it's Stiles' idea of a joke." Scott said. "I'll go see what's up."

He didn't have any difficulty avoiding the chairs or tables with his werewolf sight, but he heard Savannah bump into something and let out a squeak, and the sound of a book being dropped to the floor.

He chuckled. "Maybe you should sit down before you hurt yourself."

"Shut up." She laughed. Her voice sounded small.

The rest of the library was without power as well, since when Scott opened the door, not even a sliver of light slipped in. The silence was eerie, and Savannah tried to breath more quietly.

Scott had been gone for several minutes when Savannah heard a sound from the shelves behind her, and she turned to see two sickly, yellow orbs in the darkness. A shadowy hand shot out from between the books on the shelf and curled around her throat.

&.&.&

"Well, I guess we can hit the vending machines. Do you think they'll be done in less than an hour?" Stiles said when they were on their second loop of the second floor.

"I can't really imagine Scott talking much longer than that. It's not like you're locked in there." Rose said. "You'd need half a day before you actually got to discussing anything interesting.'

"How did you get the keys to the library, by the way?" Stiles asked curiously.

"I may have borrowed the keys from the office. With innocent intentions, I swear, I'm supposed to lead the Student Council meeting there tomorrow night."

Stiles' phone beeped in his pocket, and he expected it to be Scott telling him he was a jackass of something, but what he read made his blood run cold.

WW in lib w us help

"Oh no."

Since the beginning of this whole debacle, Stiles and Scott had started using the acronym WW for werewolf out of necessity, because neither of them really had time to be typing out long words while in a life-threatening crisis or suffering from paralysis.

He was actually the worst friend in the world.

He'd just locked his best friend and potential girlfriend in a room with a possibly rabid werewolf.

"What is it?" Rose asked, trying to look over his shoulder at the text. He shoved his phone back in his pocket.

"You need to go unlock that door, Rose. Like now."

"But we just got them in there together!"

He stood there in shock for a moment, and then went sprinting as fast as he could towards the lacrosse field, screaming Isaac's name.

"Wait, what's going on?" Rose yelled after him in confusion, but he didn't slow down.

"I don't have time to explain right now, but it's a matter of life or death! Trust me!"

Rose wanted to think that Stiles was just messing with her, or being his normal bizarre self, but something in the tone of his voice set her feet running towards the library.

&.&.&

Scott should have been on his guard, but by the time he smelled the werewolf, it was too late. It had come into the research room through the back entrance, one that led outside.

And when he ran back into the room, he could tell from the scent that the werewolf was a female, but any other indicators were smothered by the overwhelming scent of earth and rotting flesh, but with a sickening sweetness like pot-purri.

He saw Savannah being choked, and the first thing he did was slash at the clawed hand that was holding her. She collapsed to the ground, coughing and massaging her neck, but she had the awareness to crawl away from the bookcase. It came tumbling down with a thud that shook the ground, books scattered everywhere. It narrowly avoided her leg, and she put up her arms in defense with a scream.

Scott crouched in front of her. He tried to keep his face from Savannah's view, so that she wouldn't see that his own eyes were glowing. The female werewolf growled savagely and took a few steps towards them.

"Try to get out the door!" Scott ordered. It took an effort to keep his own voice from sounding gravelly and feral.

Savannah seemed paralyzed by fear at first, because as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she could make out their attacker's features, and realized that the person was clearly not entirely human. She felt for the door, brushing against Scott and feeling that every muscle was tense, and then ran. Scott threw himself at the werewolf, growling and scratching at any part he could reach. He clawed at the werewolf's throat, and then kicked her shin hard enough to snap the bone, followed by the other. The werewolf fell to the ground, taking a swipe at his ankle, but he ignored the pain and ran out into the library.

Savannah was at the door, trying the futile knob.

"Why isn't it working?" She cried when he came up to her.

"Stiles locked us in—don't ask me why. Come on—" He grabbed her shaking hand and ran to a table underneath a high window. If Savannah could crawl onto the bookcase, she could probably make it out the window. It was a fair jump to the ground below, but at least she wouldn't be torn apart of a werewolf. With her gone, Scott could fight all out.

He climbed onto the table, pulling her up with him easily. The werewolf hadn't left the back room yet. It wouldn't take long for the bones that he'd shattered to heal, though.

Scott supported himself on the top of the bookcase and thrust his fist through the window. He cleared the fallen glass away on his side.

"Scott, your hand—"

"It's nothing." The skin was already beginning to knit itself together. "I'll give you a boost up."

Savannah still appeared worried, but she did as he said. She put her white ked-clad foot into Scott's waiting hands as he crouched, and she gripped the edge of the bookcase. She scrambled ungracefully up so that her knees were up as well.

Then she heard the loud snarls. Scott had turned to face the creature too.

"Scott—"

"You've got to jump out!"

"But what about you?"

"I'll be fine." He tried to imbue his voice with as much assurance and comfort as he could.

The creature was sprinting towards them, and Savannah's heart stopped in fear. She had no thoughts other than getting away somehow. She turned so that her feet were aimed out the window first, then she held her breath and jumped. She braced herself, but the fall still jarred her bones, and she scraped her knees on the pavement. She felt a few sharp stings, and realized that it was glass shards. But she kept moving, waiting to see Scott follow.

But he never did.

Inside the she-wolf had leapt and Scott and raked her claws across his chest and face. He wrestled her off the table, sending her crashing into a smaller bookshelf with a shove. He felt his face grow hot, that molten rage taking over, until he was seeing red. He was sure that his eyes were glowing crimson. He tried to regain control of his limbs, but he just wanted to tear the other werewolf apart. He tried to think of Allison, of anything that might bring him piece, but that only made his heart feel as if it was being torn in two.

He kept the werewolf from reaching him with her snapping fangs, and couldn't help but think that she looked familiar, though he couldn't place it in the dark, with so much movement.

Then the lights switched back on, and he realized exactly who he'd been fighting. Soon Scott saw Rose, Isaac, and Stiles enter the library. Rose must have turned the lights on from outside the library. The she-wolf bore her teeth at them, and then high-tailed it in the opposite direction, out the back door of the reference room. Scott considered following, but was more concerned with finding Savannah and making sure that she was safe.

"That looked like—" Isaac began, his eyes widened in shock.

"Erica." Stiles finished for him.

Luckily Scott's features had de-wolfed by the time he turned to his friends, but the other three had definitely seen the she-wolf flee.

"But she—"

"Does someone want to tell me what the hell is going on?" Rose said, her tone higher than usual.

"She just busted in here, man, I couldn't do anything about it." Stiles burst out, attempting in vain to block Rose's line of sight with his body. She pushed him out of the way in annoyance.

"It's probably easiest just to show you." Scott said quietly.

"Are you serious, Scott?" Stiles's arms began to flail around in a convincing imitation of a chicken. "You can't just go around revealing our secrets willy-nilly—what about how much effort we made to keep it from all our other friends, and our parents?"

"I'm tired of lying." Scott said, putting a calming arm out to still his friend. And he hesitated only for a moment, preparing for Rose's expression of horror, before transforming his face into its wolf form.

To her credit, Rose didn't flinch or run away.

"It's a… a genetic condition. The person who attacked Savannah had it too." Stiles said hastily, and Scott shot him a dirty look. But he supposed that it wouldn't do Rose any good to be overwhelmed with information.

Rose visibly held her breath, her brows knitting together. Then she let out her breath like a sigh, as if this whole thing was simply an inconvenience like traffic. "Well, it looks like Savannah's love life just got a whole lot more complicated."