Been a while, huh? I'm really hoping that this chapter is a good change from all of the blandness that's been going on in my story so far! I'm just trying to follow the episodes and keep it as cannon as possible. Right now we are in episode 3, and I promise from here on out things are going to be changing! Big time!

Enjoy!


By the time I reached chemistry, the class was almost over. I had managed to sit in my seat for a minute before the bell rang. The whole process of going to, sitting in and leaving my last period class was a blur. Finally, school was over, and I had to trudge my way back to Harris's class in order to fulfill my month of detention sessions.

Like earlier, I got more than a step into the class room before I saw Harris packing up his things to leave. Once he was finished and began to leave the room, he caught sight of me. "Your detention time has been terminated." My face scrunched up, as if he told me pigs can fly now.

"What do you mean 'terminated'?" I asked, even using my index fingers as air quotations.

Harris stopped right in front of me, his bland face peering down at me through his ugly square glasses. "The new principal decided to relieve you of your after school suffering." He brushed past me after turning off the lights of the classroom. "Now could you please exit my classroom, Ms. Crestwik?"

I honestly would have been confused as to why the principal would do that, but at the moment, I didn't care. Just one less problem to worry about.

I snatched my phone out of my bag, realizing that now I have to inform my dad and have him hopefully come early to get me. I was dialing his number into my phone while I turned into a new hallway, but something off to the side had become an interest. Lydia was blankly staring at the row of blue lockers before her. Her locker was open, but she wasn't taking any books out, or putting anything in. She was just standing there.

I debated on passing by her and letting her have her moment, but I knew that I needed to talk to her. I tucked my phone back into my bag as I slowly crept closer to her. "Uh, Lydia?" I asked softly, a good fifteen feet from her.

Immediately her head shot up, her bewildered eyes landing onto me. Practically a déjà vu from a few nights ago. She looked like she wanted to say something, her mouth was shut but her eyes were pleading. And then it all went away, and her bitch face was plastered back on. "What?" She snippily asked.

I cocked a brow. I opened my mouth, ready to ask her, but instead I shook my head. I caught her at a bad time, I'll just do it another time. "Nevermind. I probably had interrupted something. I'm just gonna go." I directed a finger towards the double doors behind her, as I began my way towards them.

To my surprise, her perfectly manicured hand shot out and took a hold of my sweater, stopping me. "No, seriously, what was it you were going to ask me?" Sincerity. I don't believe I have ever heard that tone used by her before. Maybe surprise, disgust even, but never sincerity.

And exhaustion.

I opened my mouth a few times, before abruptly closing it, making me look like a fish out of water. I couldn't exactly find the words to say to her. Instead I released a frustrated huff before I backed myself up against the lockers and glared up at the florescent lights hanging in the hallway. I cleared my mind of everything swirling around in it, and pointed my attention back onto the irritated redhead. She was being patient with me, but I could see it was wearing thin. When I stared into those perpetuating green eyes, I finally got my question. "How are you?" It shocked the both of us.

She never expected that coming, and I was not really going to ask it. But I saw in her gaze how behind all of that sass and bitchiness, she was lost. I would know since I have stared at my own reflection and have seen the same thing in my own eyes. She was confused, scared, and desperate. I was like that too with Adam, and even now with Isaac and the weirdness of Beacon Hills.

"Uh…fine." She was giving me the strangest look, as if I had just asked her to marry me.

I rubbed my forehead, regretting to ever try to talk with her. "Look, you know what," I turned back to her, "I'm not going to dance around it anymore. I want to know what happened that night, and I would appreciate it if I could get an answer. I was there that night, and right before you screamed I had this odd tugging feeling in the pit of my stomach. As if I knew in my gut something was going to happen."

She stared at me. Her expression was blank of any emotion. She just stared directly into my gaze, until her mind had spaced and she was back to that night. My hand reached up and waved in front of her face, causing her to come back to reality. Finally she just shrugged. "We don't know. The doctors called it a fugue state, which basically means they had no idea why I ran around the woods naked for two days." Those green eyes softened a little, as they glance down at her heels. "Did you get that feeling again right before you found me?" I nodded, before holding my hands up as a sign for 'I have no idea how'. She turned around, shutting her locker door. Swiveling back to face me, she simply said, "I have to go. But I just want to say…thank you."

I gave her a small, genuine smile, nodding. "You're welcome." She returned the smile, before she brushed past me, heading in the opposite direction of me. "I'll see you tomorrow in econ?" I had expected her to wave a hand or continue going, but she stopped dead in her tracks, before twisting around.

"Make sure you sit next to me tomorrow." And with that, as well as a large smile, she was off again. And I'm pretty sure I made a new friend in the weirdest of ways.

When I finally was picked up and taken home, I went straight to my room and went right back to my researching and investigating. I uploaded the screen-shot onto my computer, and zoomed in enough until those scratches were the center of the photo, and pretty visible as well. They were long, rugged, and spaced out. They weren't normal scratches, oh no, they were definitely something or other. As if it were a human hand that had done it.

I decided to search on Google for something remotely close to what I saw. First I looked up 'animal scratches' but none of them were close to what was in the photo. I follow it with 'human scratches' but after scrolling it through three pages I felt I was getting no where. Finally I came across an image I wasn't expecting. It was a sketched image wolf on it's hind legs, with it's claw extended, its fingers sprawled apart pretty well. Clicking on the image, I was redirected to a website that only had five Youtube videos with a paragraph underneath each one, the photo of a middle-aged man named Dr. Conrad Fenris, and the title of the webpage being Lycanthropy.

Curiosity got the best of me, and I found myself beginning to watch the ten to fifteen minute lectures this professor was giving on lycanthropy, werewolves, berserkers, and other mythological creatures. What they are, what they can do, the origins of them, everything. And while the man was getting laughed at in the videos, I found myself completely intrigued. The things he was saying, how factual he sounded, the urgency in his eyes begging people to believe, and I did. He seemed so right, and I felt that maybe werewolves are real.

Immediately I found myself diving deeper into knowledge of werewolves, the mythological stories to the sightings people swear they had of them recently. I found myself clicking from webpage to webpage, image to image wanted to know more. When I heard a knock on my door, I quickly shut my laptop closed and twisted around to find curly blonde hair and big blue does eyes staring at me. I smiled softly as Brody slowly walked into my room. "Hey kiddo!" He rolled his eyes as he plopped down onto my bed. His eyes flickered around my bedroom before they landed on my wall of investigation.

"What are you doing?" He asked, pointing a finger towards my web of pictures.

"It's a project for school." I quickly waved off. "What's up?" I asked rolling my chair towards him once he held up yet another letter in his hand. I pointed at it with a puzzled look. "From Tate?" He nodded handing it over.

"You're lucky I snagged that." He quickly said before getting up and leaving my room. Opening the letter, I sighed seeing as Tate was informing me that he should be at the house in about four days, which should be the day of the funeral for Mr. Lahey. I wish there was another way than communicating through letters, which even then get intercepted. My parents can access my email and texts easily, so this was the best for us, and even then it's still not good enough.

I finished off my homework and cooked dinner for Brody and Maud, then found myself heading off to bed feeling surprisingly lighter than before. I placed my head of my pillow, and immediately my mind raced with thoughts of my day before they quickly fixated on Isaac.

I felt terribly awful for him. I wanted to know that he was okay, that he didn't actually kill his father, that he would have somewhere to live since he's now an orphan. I felt like I should do something for him but I couldn't possibly think of anything to do. My mind kept replaying of the cops walking him off the field and Marx telling me that he likes me. I honestly didn't want to believe him, since Marx is always wrong anyway, but I could see it. I could see the way that Isaac's looked at me. The linger eyes, the nervousness, the fact that he only talks to me. It really made sense and yet I was still denying it. I refused to believe such a ridiculous thing like that. And I refused even more to believe that I could feel something for him. He's just a friend…who is slightly attractive…and nice…and can be funny…and his blue eyes are beautiful and he is tall and his jawline is sharp and I liked how his eyelashes were long and when he blinked it looked like they were kissing his cheeks and oh god! I do feel something for him!

And that thought brought me into a fitful slumber.

The next few days were going by in a flash. Slowly Lydia and I were growing on each other, and we became more comfortable around each other in classes since we both could bond over the weirdness we both experience. Along with being with Lydia came also getting to know Allison more. She thanked me for what I had done to Monet and I thanked her not judging me and my family like others, I.e. her grandpa. From there we socialized about girly things. I found myself dividing my time during lunch with the guys and those two. It was weird to find myself being inducted to another group. I normally don't get close with others, just chitchat with them for a little bit and acknowledge them in the hallways and in class. But hanging out with Lydia and Allison was different. I felt myself becoming more like a girl than I ever did when I'm with Amy.

Speaking of her, she saw that it was odd that I started hanging with those two, but I told her that Lydia and I just sort of connected. I invited her to have lunch with us one of those days but she could only sit halfway through before she excused herself. She later told me she just couldn't stand being around Lydia.

Also during those blurry days our class schedules had gotten changed since we were shifting into a new semester. Now I was going to have P.E. again. As much as I didn't like the class, I was happy to find that almost all of my friends were also in the class as well. So on a rather cloudy day, Finstock decided to drag us into the gym and have us climb the annual 'Wall', which was a lame ten foot tall rock wall. The last time I climbed it, I beat Nolan by a second. He promised me he was gearing up to kick my ass this year, so I was excited for today.

At the moment, Scott and Allison, who I learned were secretly dating because Allison just wanted to talk to someone about relationships to and she couldn't really tell Lydia without risking her blabbing, were climbing the wall. I knew they were flirting by the way they were talking to each other and I couldn't hold back my smile. "What's got you all bubbly?" Nolan asked as he bumped my shoulder.

"Just cant wait to kick your ass. I already asked Coach to pair us up. He's betting all or nothing on me today." I nudged him back, cackling softly at Nolan's angry frown.

"He only likes you more because you're 'The Magnificent Tate' 's little sister. Little Crestwik." I merely shrug at the nickname Finstock calls me. I'm pretty sure the man doesn't even know my first name but I didn't really care. As long as he liked me and I was getting an A in the class, that was all I cared about. "Besides," Nolan strikes back up again, "I'm gonna beat you down so hard this year."

"The only way you could do that is if you interfere and we promised to have a clean match. So I guess we'll just have to see who wins. Which will be me, by the way." Nolan was gritting his teeth but chuckling nonetheless. We laughed along with the others when Scott fell from almost the top of the wall, suspended about two inches from the ground. Allison soon kicked off the way and made her way down.

"Alright, next two!" Coach yelled out after saying something to McCall, "Stilinski, Erica, let's go, the wall!" While Stiles looked excited and ready to take Allison's harness from her since Scott was still getting out of his, Erica, who was right beside me, had a dreadful look on her face. I knew she was epileptic and I feared for her myself about climbing the wall.

Gently placing my hand on her arm, I got her attention. "You don't have to go, you know. I'll do it if you want." I glanced back over to Nolan, "besides I want to practice before I kick his ass again." She inaudibly chuckled at what I said, but her brown eyes unwrinkled and they unsurely searched mine.

"I can do it." She muttered, not as confidently as I wanted her to, but I let her go anyway. She strapped herself in her harness, and Coach blew the whistle to signal them to climb. Stiles went at the wall like a monkey, trying to race himself to the top. His hands were already reach for a new grip before his feet were placed on one. Erica, on the other hand, was groaning softly as she tried to climb the wall. I had my fingers crossed for her to climb the wall, but in the end she froze halfway while Stiles had already reached the top and was slowly dropping back down to the mat. She began to whimper and tremble from where she was at, and I felt myself moving toward the wall. I was standing exactly where she would land if she kicked off.

Everyone else soon swarmed around the wall as well to get a look at her freak out. "Erica? Are you dizzy? Is it vertigo?" Coach stupidly asked, having no idea what was wrong with her.

Lydia, being the secret brainiac she was, stepped in. "Vertigo is a dysfunction of the vestibular system of the inner ear. She's just freaking out." I frowned over at her, showing her that saying that out loud was wrong. She shrugged her shoulders but understood.

"Erica, do you want me to come up there?" I asked softly, hoping that maybe having me up there would help her in some way. She didn't respond, just continued to shake and whine.

"Erica!" Coach called out, and it seemed to coax her from her panic attack, if only for a moment.

"I-I'm fine." She called back, which we all knew she clearly was not. I glanced over at Stiles, making my way over to him.

"Give me the harness, I'm gonna get her." I ordered him, while from behind I heard Allison inform Coach that she was epileptic. Stiles had shimmied out of the harness and handed it to me, while I quickly clipped myself in to it.

"Why doesn't anyone tell me this stuff?" Coach said as he tried to think of something to do. He saw me strapping myself in to the harness and said to Erica, "Erica, you're fine. Little Crestwik over here is going to come up and get you, okay?"

She kept her eyes glued to the ceiling, but once she heard what Coach said she quickly shook her head. "No!" She yipped out, and I knew she was still feeling determination to not be helped.

"That's fine. That's okay." I told her calmly, as I moved back over to where I previously stood. "Look, then just kick off. I promise I'll catch you and you wont get hurt. Can you do that for me?" I asked, begging for her to cooperate. She numbly nodded, before slowly pushing off the wall. She slid morosely down the rope, and landed safely in my arms. I helped her stand and get her out of her harness. "You're okay." I mumbled lowly so only she could hear.

"Thanks." She muttered sadly.

"See, you're fine. You're on the ground. J-just shake it off." Coach said to her, thinking that that would help her. Soon the room erupted in laughter, but I stood by the wall watching her leave in humiliation. I should have chased after her and comforted her but I didn't. I smacked Nolan on the back of the head for even chuckling at her.

The rest of the class period I felt completely turned upside down. All I could think about was how I should have gone after Erica and told everyone to shove it but I didn't. Instead I stayed and raced Nolan, this time he won because I wasn't really in the mood anymore, and talked with Allison and Lydia. I felt terrible, and all I wanted to do was make it up to her.

When the class ended and we were dismissed in the locker room, I felt something while I was changing. That stupid tugging feeling. I glanced over at Lydia who was doing her make-up in the mirror in her locker, completely unphased. So if it wasn't Lydia, then who was it?

Suddenly I shut my locker and tugged on my shirt as I sprinted out of the locker room and into the gym. Then it happened so fast. One second I'm sprinted to the wall to catch a falling Erica, and then the next thing I know Scott and I are both lowering her down to the ground while everyone else is filing into the gym. I turned her to her side like Allison had ordered me to do and I helped pull her hair out of her face while she shook on the ground, having a seizure. My hands were trembling and I was completely terrified of what was happing before me.

I had never seen her do this before, and it scared me. It also made me want to protect Erica in everyway possible. No one was going to laugh at her, no one was going to make fun of her or else they would find me coming at them full force with curled up fist. "How did you know?" Allison had asked the both of us, but I didn't bother to answer. While Scott told her he just felt it, I glanced up to Lydia who was giving me a concerned look. One that asked if it was that feeling. I nodded.

Suddenly Erica's hand shot out and grabbed mine, pulling it hard against her chest while she continued to have her episode. "I'm here." I cooed with a trembling voice. Soon enough 911 was called and paramedics were storming the gym with a stretcher. Finstock and the medics shooed the kids out of the gym, but I was the last to go since Erica was still clutching onto my hand. Once she finally stopped shaking and was helped onto the stretcher I found myself following them.

"Hey, hey, hey not so fast." Finstock stopped me.

"But I-" I started, pointing to her but he shook his head.

"She'll be fine. You've helped her enough for the day. I called you parents and told them what happened, what you did. They should be here by now. You did good, Crestwik." But I didn't feel like I did anything helpful. I felt awful. For everything that was going on to Erica.

But I had to do as he said. I went back into the locker room to get my bag, and as I was leaving I ran into Scott and Stiles. They both were waiting outside the locker room, looking for someone. Once their eyes landed onto me, they quickly rushed to me. "How did you know about Erica being in the gym?" Stiles spat out.

I opened my mouth, about to tell them when I realized they wouldn't understand. Or at least I thought they wouldn't until I remembered that Scott said he just felt it. "I don't know. I just had this tugging feeling and the next thing I knew I was bolting into the gym." The two glanced at each other, but with wide eyes and worried looks. "What?" I asked urgently.

Stiles shook his head but Scott was slightly frowning. "Did you get that feeling too when you came across Lydia those two times?" He asked, and my brows furrowed.

"How did you-?" I began but then I saw Stiles stiffen. Of course he would tell his best friend of me coincidently being at the right place at the right time, twice. I wrung my hands nervously, not wanting to tell them but I had to since they already knew the answer. "Yeah. I did."

They once again shared a look. They both looked like they wanted to say something, a lot of people have lately, but they kept their mouths shut. "Can we…talk… at lunch or something? About some things." Again my brows had furrowed in confusion. Now they were freaking me out.

"My parents are actually picking me up. Apparently Finstock thought I was traumatized after what happened so he called them. I'll see you tomorrow. Maybe then we can…talk." I slung my back further up my shoulder and brushed past them to the front of the school.

Soon enough the day had fallen to night, and the whole time I was home I laid in my bed glancing through some old year books while listening to music. I was smiling at pictures of my grade when we were in elementary school, making different faces and noises at each person when they were eight years old. While I was smiling like a buffoon at a picture of Matt Daehler, Isaac and I reading comics together, I heard something that didn't go along with my music. It sounded like an abrupt tapping noise.

Pulling out my headphones I waited for the noise again. It took a minute or so but it went again, coming from my window. Pushing myself out of my bed I slowly crept to my window, peeking through my curtain.

And when I thought things couldn't possibly get weirder, God decided to put Isaac Lahey in a leather jacket and stand him outside of my window while throwing pebbles at my window. Talk about a cliché. But a cliché most girls don't get to live. I opened my window, and popped my head out. "Isaac?! What hell are you doing here? What happened? Something is telling me that you most definitely should not be here."

He shrugged but smiled. That same striking smile he gave me those few days back while he was on the lacrosse field. "Come down here." He seemed so different, and I wanted to know why.

"You better tell me what the hell is going on! Because I really hope I'm not affiliating with a soon-to-be-convict or a fugitive right now!" I said to him before closing my window. I pulled on a pea coat and put on some boots before I snuck out of my bedroom, and down to the living room. "I'm going over to a friend's house, you two okay without me for an hour or so?" I asked my younger siblings, who were engrossed with whatever was on TV. They nodded, not even moving their eyes away from the flickering box. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my keys before leaving the house to meet up with Isaac.

I got about two steps out the door when suddenly he was right there. "I know you have a lot of questions, and I have a lot of explaining to do, but first I want you to get in to your car and follow my directions. Okay?" He said before I could even open my mouth.

"And why should I do that?" I asked crossing my arms over my chest, sizing myself up to him.

"Because you trust me. And because you're curious and like mysteries." I narrowed my eyes upon him, but I couldn't help it. He was right, and for some reason I couldn't say no to him. Especially when he was looking rather handsome in that jacket. More handsome than usual. He clearly was different, and I began to wonder if I liked this different Isaac.

Pursing my lips, I decided to follow my gut and did as he said. We hopped into the car, and I started the Bronco up. "Where to? Hopefully somewhere not pubic."

He laughed, something he rarely does around me. It made me feel uneasy yet happier. Happier that he was more open and confident. So what gave him this sudden boost of confidence? "To Beacon Hills Reserve. I have a surprise waiting for us there."

Suddenly I turned to him in my seat, feeling a little uncomfortable. "You're-you're not going to kill me, right?" I seriously asked.

Again, he gave a deep laugh that I was suddenly loving. His hand reached out and took mine. It made us both freeze. He's touched me before, but for some reason this time it was different. There was a sudden surge that went through me, and his hand felt right holding mine. It was warmer than usual, but it's largeness fit perfectly with my much smaller hand. We both were staring at our hands together, neither of us pulling away. My eyes trained back up to bore into his perpetuating blue ones, and I found tenderness in them. "If you trusted me, then you wouldn't be asking something as ridiculous as that." His voice was much lower now, it was more flirty than it's ever been before.

"Well you've been full of surprises lately; I felt it was necessary." I replied.

He smiled. "I promise I would never do something like that to you. I also promise that tonight is going to be fun. And if you really did trust me you wouldn't ask anymore silly questions and you would just drive already."

And so I did. I did, for the strangest and most unexplainable reason ever, I did trust him. He seemed like a completely different person, but I was already beginning to like him more than before.


I said it was different. I'm excited about where this is going. A lot more interactions with the main characters and more Isaac/Kelsey!

Next chapter involves a date, or two, for Kelsey, and Derek Hale going too far with recruiting members for his pack. Kelsey is getting so close to finding out, it's almost as if the answer is right in front of her.

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