"Jackson Whittemore, you're going to be late for school! Get your butt down here in 10 minutes or else!"

Roy moaned. It couldn't have been morning already. It felt like he only went to sleep five minutes ago. After the incident at his house last night, he went straight home, or Jackson's home, and went to bed. He was a little spooked by what he saw. Or what he thought he saw. It wasn't Jackson that had attacked him last night. It was something else entirely. He wasn't even sure if it was human or not.

He was up and ready within five minutes. Normally he'd spend ten minutes styling his hair, but seeing how his pretend mother told him to be down in ten minutes, that's time he didn't have to waste. He knew Thea would be at school, which was another problem he had yet to solve. Avoiding her wasn't going to be an easy task.

The Whittemores were sitting at the dinner table, sipping coffee and flipping through the newspaper. Mr. Whittemore looked up from his paper and smiled.

"Hey kiddo. You look exhausted. Couldn't sleep last night?" He took a swig of his coffee and shook his head. "This place is loud. I mean not the house but the city itself. You can hear everything from here. Didn't you hear the police sirens last night?"

"No..." Roy mumbled. He shoved a mouthful of bacon into his mouth and chewed quickly. "Why, what happened?"

Mrs. Whittemore spoke this time. "The news said it was the Vigilante. Apparently he was fighting a local gang or something. It was all over the news this morning. The gang is notorious for breaking into stores, mainly pharmacies. Recently they've stepped it up a notch and robbed a laboratory not far from here."

Roy stopped chewing. "A lab? What kind of lab?"

Mrs. Whittemore shrugged. "Pharmacy I guess. Or meth lab. Some kind of lab, anyway. The news wouldn't reveal all the details exactly. Guess we'll find out soon enough-honey didn't you say you had something to share today?"

Mr. Whittemore looked up from his newspaper. "Huh? Oh yeah! Son, we'll be going out to dinner today so don't make any plans."

"What kind of dinner? Fancy restaurant?" Roy practically licked his plate clean. He doubted that mama Whittemore cooked this. She didn't have time this morning. It must have been on of the cooks that work for them.

"Not really. My business requires reaching out to other upper class families for recognition and promotion. Plus we came here at a very convenient time. You heard that Moira Queen is running for mayor, right?" Roy nodded in response. "Well, I figured what better way to expand the company than to have dinner with the Queens?"

Roy spit out his juice and choked. "What?! Dinner with the Queens?!"

"Of course! We'll show our support for their campaign, and they return the favor by supporting the company. Seems like a fair trade, huh kiddo?"

Roy felt the blood drain from his face. This couldn't get any worse than it already was. Dinner with the Queens. Dinner with his girlfriend. While he was pretending to be Jackson Whittemore, who just so happened to be his doppelganger. As confusing as this was, he was beginning to get a headache from it all.

"Um...can I be excused? I have to leave for school early. It's hard to get a good parking space. Bye guys. Love you." Roy grabbed his backpack and raced out to the door, but not without seeing the shocked exprssions on the Whittemore's faces before heading out to the garage and starting the Porsche. He knew exactly where he was headed, and it wasn't school.

Sin's place was a mess when he stepped inside her apartment. Clothes on the floor, pizza boxes in places where there shouldn't be pizza boxes, books everywhere. It was a mess. At a first glance, you'd think a man lived here but instead, an 18 year old lived there.

"Sin? Sin, you home?" Roy called out. "It's me, Roy. I need to talk to you about something."

A head of black hair poked out from the bathroom. "Geez, Abercrombie. Knock much? I could have been naked for all you knew," Sin stepped out of the bathroom, rubbing her hair out with a towel. "What's up? Whoa...what are you wearing, dude?" She laughed a lift the sleeve of his jacket. "Dude, this jacket is made with Italian leather. Where the hell did you get the money for something like this?"

Roy sighed. "That's the thing I wanted to talk to you about. It's a little complicated though...confusing, almost. Got a minute?"

Sin shrugged. "You talk while I do my hair. I'm meeting somebody later."

Roy sat on her bed and opened a magazine. "Anyone I know?"

"That...is none of your business. Now talk before I change my mind and kick you out."

So Roy talked. He told her everything from the moment he met Jackson, how they switched places and what happened in his room last night. He liked that about Sin. She listened and didn't judge. Thea was different. She was a little impulsive and judgmental.

"So...what do you think about all that? Confused yet?" Roy raised an eyebrow.

"You sure got yourself into a bit of a pickle there, Harper. How do guys plan on switching back? Just like how you switched the first time?"

Roy shrugged. "I'm trying not to focus on that so much. I'm more worried about getting caught by someone. Like Oliver. Or-"

"Thea. Damn, bro. Can you imagine getting caught by her? Have her find out that the boy she's been sleeping with for the past few days wasn't actually the real Roy Harper? She's gonna skin you alive."

"I know! But Jackson promised me he wouldn't try anything stupid. Like have sex with her. I'd kill him myself if he did..." Roy's phone started to buzz in his pocket. He pulled it out and looked at the caller ID. "Who the hell is Lydia Martin?"

"One of Jackson's friends maybe? Answer it and see." Sin leaned forward and hit the "Answer: button before Roy could protest. Now he had no choice but to speak to this Lydia.

"Uh...hello?" He said, putting the phone up to his ear.

"Jackson Whittemore! I had to find out from Allison who found out from Scott who was told by Danny that you moved back to the US! When did you plan on calling me, anyway? When you came out from under your ego for a breath of fresh air?"

Roy stared at his phone, dumbfounded. "Um...I was going to call you eventually. I was talking to...Scott the other night on Skype-"

"Oh so you'll Skype with Scott but not with me? Real smooth, Whittemore. Even as a werewolf, you're still an ass. Cute, but still an ass."

Sin glanced at Roy, an eyebrow raised. "Did she just call you a werewolf?" She mouthed. Roy put a finger to his lips as Lydia continued to rant on the phone.

"So yeah. Things in Beacon Hills have gotten very strange. Scott's an Alpha now, Stiles has gotten messed up in the head, I'm a Banshee, Isaac is in the hospital-"

"What kind of a name is Stiles? Is that short for something?" Roy cringed at the awkward silence on the other end of the phone. "Hello? You still there?"

"Did you not hear me say I'm a Banshee? And Isaac is in the hospital? Stiles tried to kill Scott, Jackson. Seriously, you haven't changed a bit. You're still the same egotistical, obnoxious, self-absorbed-"

"Okay, I get it. I get it. Look, I have to go. I promise to Skype with you soon, okay? I'm still trying to get comfortable with my new home and whatnot. Does that sound fair?"

Lydia sighed. "Sure. We'll talk later, Jackson. Bye." The line clicked, indicating that she hung up.

"Well that was interesting. This Jackson dude has some strange friends. Didn't you say that he was in a gang or something?" Sin leaned back against the wall and sighed. "You did say gang, right?"

"No, I said 'pack'. Or that Scott guy said pack. Don't wolves run in a pack or something?"

Sin shrugged. "Don't know. Don't care. Right now I'm more concerned as to how you're going to pull off this dinner tonight. How fast can you grow a beard?"

Roy shook his head. "You're not helping, Sin."

"Well geez sorry. You could just skip dinner if you want. Come chill here for a bit. I don't have any plans." She opened a bag of chips and began to munch on them. "We could watch a movie on Netflix. My neighbor's wifi password is his dog's name. Can you believe it?"

Roy felt a tremor go down his back and his hands began to shake. He forgot that Sin didn't know about the mirakuru in his veins.

"Look, I have to go. Thanks for listening, Sin. I owe you one big time-" He stopped in front of the apartment door, a thought popping into his head. "Do you think I should confront Jackson about this gang thing? You think he'd be offended?"

Sin shoved a handful of chips into her mouth. "Probably. Wouldn't you be if someone came up to you and asked if you were in a gang? Not that you'd ever join one. You're too pretty for a gang."

Roy rolled his eyes. "Helpful as always."

"I try my best."