I was shocked. Scott McCall was dominating out there! I shook my head, Jackson didn't seemed to like that. I didn't like Jackson Whittemore, he was a pain in my left butt cheek. I also didn't think he was good enough for Lydia. Lydia claims he makes her happy, but I think he brainwashed her. He was just too much of an ass.

I watched in worry as Jackson sprinted fast, leaped in the air, and with all his strength, hurled the ball towards the goal. I covered my eyes, this wasn't going to be pretty at all. I heard Stiles shout from beside me. Taking the risk, I peeked through my fingers. Scott had the caught the ball as if it were nothing. "Go Scott! I told you that you could kick their assses!" Once again, a lot of people turned to glare. The rest of the game consisting Scott catching every single ball. Did he practice that much out side of school?

"Once again, I'm out in the woods." I complained munching on some chips. Sitting on that bench at practice looking fabulous made me hungry.

"We're looking for Scott's inhaler." Stiles told me, an irritated look on his face. I should be the one irritated, not that long fingered human! "Wow, long fingered human? You can do better than that, Elijah." I blushed. " I said that out loud?" Stiles smirked before turning his attention to Scott. "So, wanna talk about what happened today?" I grinned. "Yeah, it was totally awesome!" I looked at him curiously. "How'd you do it?"

"It's weird, I can see things from far away, hearing things I shouldn't be hearing, and I can smell things." Stiles raised an eyebrow. "Smell things, like what?"

"Like the mint gum in your pocket?" Stiles put a hand in his pocket "There's no mint gum-" He cut himself off when he pulled out a pack of mint gum. I took a piece and popped it in my mouth.

"It's not even the good gum."

Stiles rolled his eyes and turned to Scott. "So, all this started with a bite?"

I spit out the gum. Now that I think about it though, I probably shouldn't have eaten something that's been in Stiles's pocket. Scott gained a worried look on his face. "Guys, what if it's like an infection! Like my body is full of adrenaline before it goes into shock or something!" I gave him a reassuring smile. "Scott, nothing is gonna happen to you."

"You know," Stiles started. "I actually think I heard of something like this." I raised an a perfectly arched eyebrow and asked "Really?" as Scott asked "Are you serious?" Stiles nodded. "Yeah, I think it's called Lycanthropy." I swore I had heard that phrase before. Maybe from mother? While I tried to figure out that, Scott started freaking out. "What is it? Is it bad?" He questioned. "Oh yeah it's the worst, but it only comes once a month."

"Lycanthropy, lycanthropy?" I pondered. Scott looked ready to faint. "Once a month." "Yep, on the night the full moon." Stiles let out a howl. Scott hit him.

I snapped my fingers. "Werewolf!" I grinned happily, proud of myself for figuring it out what the word meant. Mum was always ranting about knowing the correct mythological terms for each creature.

"Not you too Eli." Scott whined. I was confused. "What are you talking about?" Scott huffed. "You think I'm a werewolf too." I rolled my eyes. "Pfft, don't be silly Scott. You're too adorable to a werewolf."

Scott pouted. "I'm not sure that I like that either." I gave him a look of sympathy. "It's okay buddy, Stiles doesn't know anything about werewolves." Stiles raised an eyebrow. "And you do?" I scoffed. "As a matter of fact I do."

Stiles gave me a look. "Whatever you say. I was just messing with him. However, if you see me trying to melt all the silver I can find, it's because Friday is a full moon." He joked. We continued to look for Scott's inhaler. Stiles turned around to see a man about a few years older than them staring at them. I swore my heart skipped a beat at the majestic creature in front me. Those eyes. That hair. Those arms. "Well hot damn."

"What are you doing here." The man demanded. His voice was almost enough to give me a nose bleed. Stiles recognized the man as Derek Hale. "Um, we're looking for my friend's inhaler." The man looked annoyed at our mere presence. Aw, don't be like that baby. Let Eli make it better. I slightly shook my head, thanking the gods that none of them were mind readers. Derek threw something at Scott, who gracefully caught it. Scott looked at his hand.

His inhaler.

Derek turns and walks away. "Dude, that was Derek Hale!" Stiles exclaimed.

"Who?" Scott and I questioned. "Derek Hale. He's a few years older than us. His entire family burned in a fire like ten years ago." Stiles frowns, brow furrowing in confusion. "Wonder why he's back?" Scott shrugged.

"As much as I would love to know, I have to go to work." He headed off. Stiles and I head to Stiles's jeep.

Later that night, I decided to call my mum. I haven't talked to her in a few days and I'm surprised that she hasn't bombarded my phone with messages and calls. I dialed her number, pushing a piece of hair behind my ear. It took a couple of minutes for her to answer.

"What."

I scowled. That was not the angelic voice of my mum. There was no mistaking that snobby voice. It was my father. "I want to talk to my mother, not you, prat."

"Doesn't seem like that's going to happen, Elijah." I couldn't see him but I knew he was smirking. The more I talked to my father, the stronger I got the urge to kill myself to end my own misery. I heard my mum's voice in the background. "Aloe-Vera, what are you doing on my phone?"

Third Person

"Talking to trash."

"Excuse me! What'd you call me old man! I'll wring your neck!" From his side of the line, Alois was growing annoyed. Between Lola yelling about her "Darling Eli" in one ear and his brat was yelling about murder in the other, Alois's patience was running thin.

"God, do either of you ever shut up. It's always nag nag nag." He tossed Lola her phone. Lola pinched the bridge of her nose. Alois was pushing his luck. She honestly didn't even know why she had married this idiot. "I don't know who you think you're talking to!"

Alois crossed his arms. "Who else is in the room?" Eli heard a crash from the other side of the phone and laughed. That bastard was gonna get it now! He just wished that he was there to witness it.

He hung up, there was no use trying to talk to his mother right now. He'd call back another time.

He decided that he should pick out what he was wearing for school tomorrow. Maybe something with red this time...

"I wish I could ask Lydia what she thinks, but she's too busy with stupid Jackson. I'm much more important than him!" He noticed how needy he sounded.

"God- wait no, he doesn't care about me and I sure enough don't need his help. Satan," He corrected himself. "Please use your demonic powers and give me a boyfriend or girlfriend, as long as they're cute. My mum says you aren't such a bad guy. Just snooty, but you can't be worse than my idiotic father." He snorted at his ridiculousness, he basically just prayed to the "King of All Demons." What has his life become?

He looked over at the picture sitting on his night stand. There was two little boys in it. The one on the right had blonde hair and ice blue eyes. He was smirking and winking at the camera, his ballerina outfit standing out. The boy on left glared at the camera, he had black hair and glasses covering his navy blue eyes. He was wearing what looked like a Sailor Moon outfit but didn't seem embarrassed at all. Eli picked up the picture and turned it over. It read "Eli Trancy and Shadow Grayson. Age 7" He smiled sadly. "I wish you were here Shads. I could use my bestfriend, wherever you are."++

Most of you are probably thinking "Why is Alois Trancy in here?!" You see, Eli is the child of Alois Trancy and my oc, Lola. However,I didn't really feel like this should count as a crossover because Alois and others in the show only cameo in the story. Which is why I didn't put it in that category. Let me know what you think.