Stiles spent the rest of the school day being ignored by Scott, who had "werewolf" business to attend to with the rest of the pack. They spent lunch time together and Stiles was discouraged from joining the table. He became so frustrated at Scott and the others that he left the canteen and went to the library. Because there was nothing else to freaking do, that's why.

Walking into the library, he saw a glimpse of black wavy hair and olive-toned complexion that could pass for Allison any day. It was Bethany. It was the first time he saw her since he found out that she was a potential psychopath. That definitely changed things up a bit, he thought.

He smiled at her cautiously, not sure of what to say. Should be go over, or was that too weird? Maybe she thought he was weird, but then again maybe she didn't. It was a vicious circle that Stiles needed to break. So he walked over to her slowly and she began to wave at him to come over.

"Hey Stiles! What are you doing here?" she said warmly. She was surprisingly cheery and inviting for a girl who potentially killed over ten people. Maybe the nice act was, just that, an act. Stiles had to be alert, just incase.

"Oh, nothing really. My friends are being jerks and I have some homework to do." He lied easily, sitting down beside her and opening his bag. "What about you? You don't seem like the usual suspect to be hanging out in the library" He continued, smiling despite himself at her.

She just looked down, a pink blush moving over her cheeks. "I, uh, I don't really know many people here, you know? I don't really have any friends, um, yet." She was very softly spoken, with a slightly British accent. It was both surprising and engaging. As she spoke, she fiddled with a small strand of hair, placing it behind her ear multiple times.

And Stiles knew in that instant that she was just a young girl, a young girl who was incredibly self-conscious and found making friends difficult. He saw a part of himself in her and he could empathise with her. Derek was wrong about her, she wasn't involved. She wasn't Allison, who easily fit in and was confident. This was a girl who was lost.

"Don't laugh," She continued shakily, "but I've been coming here every day. It beats sitting in the canteen on your own. You can pretend to do homework in here and people won't stare and look at you weirdly. I kinda like it, you know?"

He also noted that she spoke using her hands a lot. Stiles kinda found it slightly hot. She was really something and he understood her totally; this was just how he felt.

"Hey, hey. It's okay, I feel the same way too. It's just a teenager thing. You can always sit with me at lunch; I won't judge you... much." He said, teasing her at the end.

She smiled brightly, "Yeah, I'd really like that. Well I gotta go and see someone now, but I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?"

Stiles just nodded and she got up and left quietly. Stiles watched her the whole time in awe. She was enthralling.

...

Stiles was trying to talk to Derek. Plead to Derek. Beg Derek. Anything really, just to get him to leave Bethany alone.

"Dude, I'm certain that she doesn't know anything. I think we should just leave her out of all this."

Derek was having none of it, "Do you realise how stupid you sound? You're going to be begging for my forgiveness when she plunges a knife into your back next week."

Stiles scrunched his face up in response and sat down in the kitchen. Derek sat down beside him too.

"I can't take any chances with this, not like I did with the Argents and Gerard. Remember how he could make us do whatever he wanted? I'm not going let that happen with these hunters. We need to be at least 5 steps ahead." Derek said.

"Do I really have to break into her locker and steal her bag? Can't one of the wolves do that?" Stiles asked, hopefully.

"No, that would be too obvious," Derek stated. "I bet they have an idea who is a werewolf in this town and it sure as anything isn't you. If you're caught or something happens then you can just pretend it's a misunderstanding. They won't suspect anything." Derek smiled, pleased at himself with his logic.

Stiles, however, wasn't pleased. He didn't want to be used as live bait again. He was pretty sure that these hunters knew that he was involved in some way – he was Scott McCall's best friend for goodness sake! He was always with him and the rest of the pack. They would know he was connected anyway.

He figured that Derek was convinced in this plan, and as they didn't have any other good ideas, he decided that he would go ahead with it. If he was caught, then he would most likely be suspended and he wasn't sure if his dad would take that well. The Sheriff was only just getting over the whole "restraining order" thing; he didn't need another run in with the police. Not yet. Derek didn't really care what happened to him; he just cared what happened to the pack. Stiles was the tag along, the back-burner friend, the third wheel. And he was used to it; it didn't make him that upset anymore.

Of course it did – why was he lying to himself?