Been a while? Yeah, I think so! God, I'm so sorry for taking so long, it just seemed like everything in my life came crashing down at me! But I'm here with the next chapter, and might I say all people who needed more Kelsey/Isaac will be getting some!

Enjoy!

Do you ever find yourself forced to make what could possibly be a life changing decision? One where you are so stumped you have no idea what to pick? And when you sought out advice, all you get is people who are strong believers of one of the sides, which ends up not really helping? You know that you've had to face something like that.

And it's hard. It makes you physically exhausted with how much you think about. And no matter the decision, whether it is immediate or one you can mull over, you find yourself crushed underneath pressure. Immediate ones are the worst. The ones where you just say the first side that comes to mind and just pick it, which most of the time ends up being the wrong choice. That's why I was lucky to have one that I can give time and thought into.

But it just seemed that no matter how much time and thought I put into it, I still came up empty handed with an answer.

Sitting on my front porch, the foyer light illuminating mine and Isaac's silhouettes across the lawn, we talked about anything and everything. It sure was another two hours he sat there, as I poured out my heart and soul about just these last couple of months, and of all of the supernatural things that keep popping up. I finally found someone I could put my whole trust into, even more than Derek, and help me make my decision.

The two of us were drained of all energy, desperate for sleep. I found myself leaning my head against his shoulder, even though I knew just how much Isaac really liked me now. I kept repeating to myself in my head to give it some time and I would develop similar feelings. He was just ten years ahead of me.

I pinched my eyes shut, attempting to clear my mind, and instead imagine what my life would be like if I were a werewolf. "Tell me what it's like." I murmured softly with my eyes still closed. At the moment so far, all I could imagine was me running through the woods.

I could feel Isaac shift his head so that he was looking at me. I knew he was staring, that he was taking in my features, and that he was remembering this moment. "Well, when I was first bit, it was painful; a little while after that, though, the super healing comes in. By then, it just feels like you have this surge of power. You just feel so…strong and confident. So alive." My imaginary self stopped running, before she threw her head back, letting out a joyous laugh. I could almost feel my adrenaline kicking into high gear and surging rapidly through my body. "The super senses took a while to get use to, but it seriously helps." Suddenly, I made my imaginary self be able to hear a rabbit moving around about a hundred feet away from me. I started walking towards the animal, being as silent and stealthy as I could. I was nearing towards it, ready to catch it, to use my strength and speed. Almost there-

"You're heart is pounding like crazy." Isaac remarked, and my eyes flew open before I lifted my head from his shoulder, facing him. I managed to calm my shallow breathing and take deep, calming breaths.

I waved him off with a uneasy smile. "I'm fine, it's fine. I was just imagining what it would be like." Instinctively, I began to toy with my fingers, cracking my thumb knuckles. Clearing my throat a little, my gaze locked onto his. "I-I just still don't know. I mean, it was easy for you. You didn't really have a family, or very many friends… okay, that was uncalled for and I'm sorry." I nervously rattled off, mentally kicking myself. Isaac ducked his head, chuckling lowly.

He quickly snapped his head back up, a playful smile spread across his lips. "It's alright. What you said was true."

I wiped one hand down my face, biting my lip. "But it's different for me. I mean, yes my family is broken and we don't really care for each other very well, but they're still my family. And let's not forget my friends. I-I cant lose them." Just thinking about that actually really did choke me up. I couldn't possibly imagine myself away from them. The lacrosse boys were like my brothers, Amy was a sister and my closest friend that is a girl. Nolan is my twin, my other half, I would have no idea what I would do without him. It was all becoming so real to me, seeing that I might have to leave them.

Tears were actually brimming my eyes, and I tried to calm my rugged breathing. The sobs, however, were too strong. I glanced over at Isaac for help. "I-I cant, Isaac. I cant lose them." I grossly cracked, letting a few tears escape. It truly scared me about how worked over I was about losing my friends. I didn't think I could say yes to being a werewolf.

Automatically, when Isaac saw me breaking down, he reached over in such a fast motion, I had no idea what he was doing. But ever so gently, he wrapped his arms around me and pressed my cheek to his chest while he began to stroke my golden hair. He softly leaned his head down on top of mine, his hand not on my hair was rubbing small circles on my back. I wanted him to say something, anything that might help me finalize my decision, but he was silent. He just let us sit in the quietness, and let us soak up the comforting and touching.

Finally, after quite some time of us just letting our minds roam, he found the words he should have spoken long ago. "It's a hard choice. I was hesitant at first about it too. What I can say, though, is that you need to be looking into the future. You need to take a step back and see the whole picture. What are you going to be doing in the next five or ten years if you're a werewolf?" I snorted a little at what he said, biting down on my lower lip to control myself. He pulled away from holding me, giving me a stern yet puzzled look.

I waved my hand a little in the air, shaking my head. "Sorry, you just sounded a little like a guidance counselor." He rolled he blue eyes at me, but I noticed the hint of a smile creeping onto his lips.

"Focus, K." I froze when my nickname the lacrosse guys call me left Isaac's mouth. It sounded so…alluring when he said it. With the guys it's just another name we call each other, like how I call Weston by his last name, or Nolan as Nol. But when Isaac says 'K', it sounds like a pet name couples give each other. Like how my father sometimes calls my mother Evie and she calls him Kenny. It kind of made my stomach flutter.

I must have been staring at him for too long after he said that because I noticed how his demeanor shifted a little and he looked uncomfortable. I couldn't help but grin a little at his actions. I didn't think I was going to be seeing the old Isaac, even if it were for just a split second. Knowing how to get him to relax, I reached out in the small distance between the two of us, and slipped my small pale hand into his. He glanced down at our intertwined fingers, before his gaze flew up to my own blue eyes. "You know, you're not really helping me with my decision." I mumbled, finding myself inching over to him.

His head lowered a little, and he slightly tugged on our connected hands to pull me over to him. "That's okay. You still have time to think." Our knees were touching, our hands settled on top of our thighs. "Besides," he began, leaning his face just a sliver closer to mine, "I don't think I'm going to be much help."

My line of view adjusted from his lips and jaw line back up to his beautiful ocean blue irises. My gaze softened a little, and I frowned with disagreement. "That's not true." I quietly spoke, noticing the way his eyes were drooping, his lips slightly parted. "I trust you the most with this choice." I couldn't help myself but bite a little on my lip, which I guess must have been the last straw of our little tension game we were playing. Eying each other's lips, drifting closer to each other, and feeling the blunt sexual tension in the air around us.

He licked his lips, and I swore my stomach did a flip. I might have to give it a treat after this because something tells me it's going to be doing a lot of flips. "We can argue more about me helping you after I kiss you." And with that, he never even gave me the chance to respond, let alone react. Isaac had rocked forward a little, his hands already lifted up and cupping my cheeks before he pulled my face up to meet his lips.

He poured everything into that one kiss. I could definitely feel the built up desire of him wanting to do this for some many years. His lips were soft, and he was gentle yet passionate about the kiss. I knew he wanted to show to me how much he's been wanting this, and maybe he was trying to convince me that I can want this too. His fingers began to thread themselves into my curls, and he was tilting his head to deepen the kiss. I found my arms raising to wrap around his neck.

The only problem was every kiss I had ever shared with someone had the fog clear from my mind. That I could and would only focus on their lips, the rhythm of the kiss, where their hands were placed. But all I could think about really was how, for some reason, I just couldn't feel exactly what Isaac was feeling. That I knew he was doing everything in his power to prove his feelings for me, but I'm still trying to find mine for him.

And that's when I realized that this kiss just wasn't right. I pulled away from lack of oxygen as well as wanting to end it. I sucked in a deep breath, practically gasping for air, and combed both my hands through my tangled hair. When I looked back at him, his eyes were just beginning to flutter open and find me. And he gave me the exact expression I didn't want to see.

He was hurt from what I had done.

"Isaac, I-" He was already shaking his head, pushing himself up from the porch steps, but I couldn't let him leave. Not like this. So I shot my hand out, grabbing his and lacing our fingers again so that he couldn't leave so easily. "Let me explain!" I cried out, and he stopped, but didn't bother to turn and face me. "Look, I'm still trying to find my feelings for you. These things don't just pop up automatically and we can just live happily ever after. It takes time." Slowly, he started to twist around, and let me observe his face, not the back of his head. "You're ten years head of me with these feelings. I've got some catching up to do." I released his hand, knowing he wasn't going to leave, and let my own hand slither up his arm, the other following suit. Soon, my arms were once again wrapped around his neck. "But you can't just give up on this after one…failed…kiss." I said, hating myself for my stuttered out word choice.
I guess he didn't mind it so much since it emitted a small chuckle from him. He crept closer until we were practically pressed against each other, reminding me of the night of the dance. Isaac lowered his head, as his forehead rested against mine. "You're right. As long as you don't give up on us, then I wont." He breathed out, and I smiled widely.

"I promise I wont." I said, and willed myself to close the gap once more for a momentary kiss on the lips. This one melted perfectly for us, as we found ourselves wrapped around each other. It was almost as if we were one person.

This time I felt a spark.

…

The next day was depressing. How could it not be? I had to sit through a funeral of a man I never really was comfortable around. And the worst part was his son couldn't even attend his father's funeral because of all of the supernatural shit that was going on.

It took a few hours, and I did shed a few tears, but the funeral of Newman Lahey was finally over, and Tate and I decided to visit Adam. It was a quiet walk there, Tate following behind me as I led the way to our brother's grave. I felt awful for him since Tate never could really visit Adam as much as I got to. He only came to the funeral, and even then the tension between him and my parents was unfathomable.

Reaching the granite headstone, I crouched down, placing some birds of paradise I got before I picked up Tate. I brought my hand out and rested it against the smooth rock, letting my fingers trace the lettering like I always do, muttering the words of it under my breath. This time, though, I smirked a little at his middle name.

The one thing everyone in my family had in common was our middle names. They were all Greek names that started with C, after my mother's parents, whose names were Cassandra and Cesar. So Cass is Francine Cassandra, Tate Callistus, Adam Cristobal, Kelsey Corrina, Maudie Cecelia, and Brody Cephalus. My parents really loves us.

"Hey Adam. I know it's not the second Sunday, but Tate and I were in the neighborhood. I've been missing you a lot lately. The house just seems to quiet without your blaring music and horrible singing. Things are fine here. Well…I would exactly say fine. Mom and Dad are getting rough again, and Maudie and Brody are starting to become introverts like the rest of us. But Tate might be moving back, so there's a silver lining." I paused, staring down at his picture on the stone, taking in his features. "If you'd have grown your hair out more, you'd look just like Mom." I smiled with tears in my eyes. "I love you." I slowly got back up, standing to my full height, and swiveled around to face Tate.

Tears were streaming down his face, his eyes swollen and his face was all red and blotchy. The only other times I had seen him like this was when Cass ran away and at Adam's funeral. He was gazing at the headstone, his expression stoned, but when he noticed me staring at him sullenly, his eyes shifted to find mine.

Without speaking, I stepped forward and hugged him, rubbing his back. At that moment, he completely broke down, his face digging into my shoulder as sobs racked through his body. I didn't want to let him go, after all the pain and suffering he's taken these past couple of years. He lost his sister, best friend, brother and coach. His parents shut him out and his hopeful career in basketball was taken from him. He had gone through too much, and him breaking down like this now was more than acceptable.

I didn't expect him to speak, so when his mumbled words came out, I listened closely. "We fought the last time we spoke before he died. We were fighting about something stupid, and he called me a coward, and I said he meant nothing and angrily hung up." Tate pulled back from my embrace with wild eyes, pleading for me to believe him. "I didn't mean it! I didn't mean what I said. It-it was just a s-stupid fight and I helped him kill himself! I-I did it!" He wailed, and I shook my head, my own tears escaping my eyes.

"No. Tate, he knew you loved him. He knew you didn't mean it. I promise." I tried to insinuate, holding my older brother again. And as sad as it sounds, I actually liked this moment. Just how close we were becoming and how it felt to have such a strong bond with Tate again.

I knew I didn't want him to leave again.

…

"Are you sure I'm fine being here?" I questioned nervously as I wrung my hands nervously and glanced around the dank abandoned bus garage. Isaac snorted shaking his head.

"You're perfectly safe. Besides, Derek wants you to watch the training. He thinks it'll help you make up your mind." He reassured, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. We turned a corner, and found ourselves standing before an old, dirty bus and a staircase across the way from it. Two people were standing by the stairs, chatting while I could see movement in the bus. I assumed Derek was the one in the bus, and Erica was one of the people of the stairs, but I had no clue who the other person was.

We only made it a few steps before Erica and the boy directed their attention towards Isaac and I. Erica presented us with a sly smirk. "I really was rooting for you two to get together. Took you long enough, Kels." I merely rolled my eyes, a small grin creeping onto my own lips. Erica strode over to us, her hands tucked into her leather jacket. The new recruit soon followed, as he emerged into the light. Let's just say I was more than surprised to discover that it was Boyd. "Kelsey, meet our newest member of the pack. Boyd, meet the girl we've been trying to snag for the past week."

Boyd sized himself up, his expression stone cold. His eyes roamed over my body before he too gave me a sly smirk like Erica. I could see she was already rubbing off on him. "Smart choice to pick him. He's the brawn," I stated, directing a finger towards the beast of a boy, "you're the beauty," I followed up with, my index finger shifting from Boyd to Erica, "and you're the weasel. The one who infiltrates from the other side." I ended, glancing up to Isaac, scrunching my face up once I realized what I had just said was clearly offensive and rude. But, I guess Isaac didn't mind since he just pulled me closer to him, before leaning down and kissing my forehead.

"Soon enough, you'll be the brains and the second in command." Erica surely remarked, her perfectly manicured hands resting on her hips.

"Don't be so sure about that." A new voice had joined in. The four of us twisted around to find Derek standing before us with a quirked brow. "She still hasn't given me an answer," he said with a pointed look my direction.

I only pursed my lips at him, not knowing what to say. After a beat of silence, Derek faced his betas. "Let's get started."

It was an excruciating training session to watch. He worked on their approach attacks and going for an element of surprise tactic, but it just ended up with them getting easily tossed to the side with more injuries than I have acquired in my entire life. Isaac was getting ready to give his turn another go, as he cracked his neck from side to side. I could feel my stomach clenching as I sat beside Boyd. He seemed just on edge as I was about Derek's methods of training, but he didn't seemed as pained as I was about how his alpha was treating them.

I leaned closer towards him with furrowed brows. "Why aren't you practicing?" I quietly asked him. Boyd only glanced down at me, and I rolled my lips in, realizing that what I asked was stupid. Why would someone as huge and built as him need this kind of training? He's the strength, he does not need stealth. "Never mind." I whispered in shame.

Both of our gazes flickered back towards Isaac and Derek. The younger werewolf had gone through a number of flips and turns over obstacles, and he was coming close to making his final move at his alpha, but Derek caught on quickly and grabbed him once more as he shoved Isaac to the ground. I licked my lips, not being able to handle watching Isaac get mauled like that every time.

I leaped down from the stairs, hurrying over to him as he struggled to get up. I crouched down next to him as I dusted off his shirt and checked his face for any scratches, but his healing was quicker than I was. He glanced over at me, breathless and slightly pained. I couldn't help but rest my hand on his cheek as I searched his blue eyes. "You're too predictable. Change up your approach. Try coming in from the left, ducking his swing, and swiping out with your leg for his ankles." I instructed to him. Isaac nodded enthusiastically, but it was interrupted when Derek scuffed.

"That's exactly what I wanted. I wanted you to mix up your approach. You cant always be attacking the same way. Kelsey here had the right idea, and I would have been caught off guard, but sadly I heard everything she told you so I would have ended up grabbing a hold of your leg and slamming you to the ground." He crossed his arms over his chest, glaring down at us.

While distracted with us, Erica took this opportunity to leap from the top of the bus, claws out and ready to strike at Derek, but he anticipated something like this, as he whirled around and grabbed her as well before throwing her beside Isaac and I. He huffed in frustration, finally, and stalked away from us. "Does anyone wanna try not being completely predictable?"

Erica suddenly pushed herself off the ground, before throwing herself at Derek. She wrapped her arms around his neck, viciously attacking his lips with heated kisses. It only lasted for a second, before Derek gained his bearings and shoved her off of him. Her alpha wiped at his lips, before narrowing his eyes upon her. "That's the last time you do that." He warned her.

"Last time? You've done that before?" I asked in a grossed out tone, my face scrunching up with disgust.

Ignoring me, Erica questioned him. "Why? Because I'm a beta?"

"No, because I have someone else in mind for you." Derek responded, his eyes shifting from her to me. He was studying my face, and how I was responding to all of this. That's why I did my best to mask my expression. Put on my best pokerface.

Isaac decided to break up the awkward tension, sitting up a little. "Are we done? Because I have about a hundred bones that need a few hours to heal." I pinched my eyes shut, knowing exactly how Derek was going to react about what he had just said.

"Derek, don't." I hissed, but it was already too late. He had strode over to Isaac, as he crouched down, extending his hand out to check Isaac's. Derek pretended to check out his hand, before he firmly grasped it and bent is as far back as he could.

The alpha spun his beta around, so that Isaac's arm was held behind his head, and that he was staring up at Derek. "One hundred and one. Do you think I'm teaching you how to fight? Huh?" I stared wide eyed at the two of them, becoming more terrified the longer I watched. "Look at me!" Derek snarled at Isaac. "I'm teaching you how to survive." I expected him to let Isaac go, but he continued his hold.

"Derek!" I snapped at him, but that didn't stop the alpha. So I did what I felt was necessary, I got up, went behind Derek while he held his gaze onto his beta, and swung my leg back ready to kick him where it counts.

Just as I was about to bring my leg forward, Derek finally released Isaac. "At least she initiates to retaliate. You all should be taking notes on her reactions, it's exactly how you should be acting when a pack member is in need of help." His green eyes flickered at me as he got up, storming back towards the bus. "Those hunter's are not going to have any mercy on you. You all need to be ready to stand up for each other."

Isaac scrambled backwards, clutching his arm closely to his chest as he watched his alpha in bewilderment. "If they wanted us dead than why aren't they coming for us now? What are they waiting for?"

"I don't know." Derek replied, before directing his gaze back to his pack. "And you especially know that's not our only problem. What ever that thing was that killed Isaac's father, I think it killed someone else last night." Immediately, I got a flashbulb memory of seeing that scaly, reptilian face staring me down in the window. It's slits of eyes watching me closely. "And until I find out what it is, you all need to learn everything that I know." He shouted, turning his back to us as he worked his way back to the bus. But he didn't get in without glancing over his shoulder and quickly adding, "as fast as I can teach you."

And then he left us.

…

I found myself sluggishly trudging through the hallways at school the Monday after my weirdest weekend in history. Every night since I first encountered the real life Godzilla that roamed through Beacon Hills, I've been experiencing the scariest nightmares of my life. After the second night, I didn't even bother to try and go back to sleep. So I've been awake for around thirty hours.

As I was coming up to the staircase that leads me to my next class, I found none other than Tweedledee and Tweedledum on the bottom step, blocking the traffic and conversing closely. Not suspicious at all.

Coming down the stairs slowly, I decided to walk right through the two of them. The they quickly shot their heads up the moment I was interrupting their moment of whatever the hell they were doing. Neither of them grew a brain cell to scoot aside and let me through, so I stood where I was, rolling my eyes at them. "Three things. One, you two cannot get anymore suspicious than what you are doing right now. Two, Derek is catching on with the murders being connected, and it wont take him long until he figures out what that creature that killed Rudy is. And three, sitting in the middle of the staircase is a fire hazard. So move." I tried stepping over them, but they both scrambled up to their feet, their expressions filled with curiosity and fear at the same time.

"Wait! What do you mean he's catching on? Did you tell him anything about that night?" Stiles questioned in a spastic manner. His hands flailed around, and I slowly pulled my face back from being hit my a slender, pale hand.

I raked a hand through my hair, keeping my eyes shut for a moment. "No. I don't think he even knows that I was there. He just knows that the attack happened. But that doesn't mean that he doesn't have his betas running about to get information." My gaze flickered between the two, and I could see Scott's eyes slowly beginning to narrow.

He crossed his arms over his chest, standing up straighter. He would never be intimidating to me, not even if he had just killed a man and blood was dripping from his mouth. Scott just seems too much like a puppy, and the way Derek described him, he's too pure to harm anyone anyway. But I kind of like that, it's better than how Derek is treating the others. "Aren't you one of his too? His right hand I've been told."

My head lulled from side to side as my eyes scanned the hall behind them. "I'm still deciding." I saw Nolan coming out of the bathroom with Marx and Taylor, and I quickly glanced back to the two dweebs in front of me. "Look, just know that Derek is coming, and he has some suspicions about the other people that are mixed up in this." I pushed past them, my mind set on getting to Nolan and the others but my wrist was snatched and I was halted from my destination.

"Hang on." I glanced back to see Scott holding me, but Stiles was the one talking. It's as if they are the same person in two bodies. "What other people?"

I tilted my head, cocking a brow. "Use your brain, Stilinski. There aren't many other of us teens that got sucked up in this. Take out you two, me, and Allison in the equation. Now who's left?" I asked, my eyes shifting back and forth from Scott and Stiles.

They both glanced at each other, they eyes slowly widening with realization. "Lydia or Jackson." Scott muttered and Stiles nodded along. I tugged my hand from Scott's grip, before finally turning around and making a break for it towards my best friend.

I fell into pace beside them, bumping Nolan's shoulder with mine. "Hey." I lowly said, and he glanced down at me, his dull expression not even changing.

"Haven't seen you in a while. What happened to your little friends?" He questioned, his gaze moving back forwards. His pace seemed to pick up, and it was hard for me to catch up with him.

My smaller legs were becoming too weak, and I started to fall behind. "Found out something they've been keeping from me. Pissed me off." I said, sounding a little winded.

Nolan merely nodded as he, Marx and Taylor were easily moving ahead of me. Obviously I could tell that he was mad at me, probably for not having spoken to him in a while. And if this were any other day, I would have just gotten mad at him, and spent lunch with a different group, but for some reason I was actually afraid of having Nolan be frustrated with me. So I quickly reached out, taking a hold of his hand. He glared back at me, and Marx and Taylor both stopped as well. "Can we talk? Just the two of us please?" I quietly asked, and Nolan could spot the exhaustion in my tone. His eyes danced back to the two other lacrosse players, and they both continued on down the hall.

I tugged us off to the side of the hallway, my eyes scanning behind him at the crowd of students before falling on him. His blue eyes were avoiding my own, though. They looked at my cheeks, my chin, my nose, but never fell onto my own eyes. Slowly, I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around his mid section.

Nolan froze under my touch. His arms held out for a second, having no idea what I was doing, but when he found I was not pulling away any time soon, he reluctantly wrapped his arms around me. We were silent for a few seconds, just holding each other until I finally did speak. "I'm sorry." I murmured against his shoulder, closing my eyes.

He pulled back, holding me at shoulders length, causing me to open my eyes to finally see that he was holding my gaze. "What for?" He asked, and I sighed.

"For ignoring you these last few days, for being so odd and weird. Honestly in these last few weeks my life has just turned upside down. Did you know that Tate came home? He said he and Miranda were planning on moving back to Beacon Hills, and that he was going to face my parents and tell them. And I found a dead body. I still cannot get over that. Or how about the fact that I'm pretty sure Isaac Lahey and I are dating, and he's spoken more to me in the last month than he has the entire time we've known each other. And also-" Nolan, had cut me off as he shook his head from the incessant rambling rampage I was going on. When he did, I didn't even realize that I was practically hyperventilating from how quickly I was talking.

"Hang on!" He interrupted, throwing his hands onto my shoulders to get me to shut up. "You and Lahey? Since when?" He asked incredulously, his blue eyes widening.

My face scrunched up tightly as I glared at him. "Out of all of that you ask about Isaac and I? Seriously?" I said, reaching up to take his hands off my shoulders.

His mouth hung open for a second. "Well…I just…I never knew you two were reaching a point where you did have feelings for each other. You never told me anything about him." He tried helplessly to defend his side of the argument.

"Sorry that I had more serious things going on in my life than to tell you about another relationship I'm having! Look, you're my best friend. You should be comforting and helping me get past all of the shit I have gone through than worrying about some stupid boy that I probably won't be falling in love with and spending the rest of my life with him!" Nolan sighed, rolling his head since he knew that I had just won the argument.

"Come on, K, that's not what I meant and you know it. I was just-"

"Just what, Nolan? Curious? Jealous? Protective?" I snapped, my eyes narrowing so hard at him I was sure they were going to find back into my head. I huffed when I received no response. "Whatever. I thought…I thought you'd be there for me. I guess not." I sighed, brushing past him as I fell into step with the flow of the students, disappearing from his view.

…

I couldn't help the jitteriness of my legs as I bounced them crazily against the metal bleacher, trying to get warm even under my layers of clothing I was wearing. I could feel another round of goosebumps coming on when someone slipped in beside me, handing me hot chocolate. I glanced over at Tate, who smiled his charming smile at me. "My knight in shining armor coming to save the say." I muttered through chattering teeth as I gladly took the drink.

He glanced down at my outfit, raising a brow. I was wearing Nolan's maroon Beacon Hills lacrosse sweatshirt, a short sleeve underneath it. I also was wearing my thinnest pair of jeans with sneakers on. "Or I'm just trying to bring your body temperature up so you don't go into hypothermia." He replied, bringing his own cup of hot chocolate to his lips.

"I could have dressed warmer." I agreed, crossing my legs and leaning forward. My eyes scanned the field at the players, where they immediately landed on number 33. I felt like absolute shit what I had said to Nolan earlier, and I knew that I was going to cave soon enough and apologize for my behavior. I really was an ass to him, but some where deep in the back of my mind I thought that maybe my anger could help fuel him to do better tonight. I mean he's going to need all the strength and willpower he can get because of the team they're playing. Westside. They had this one barbaric kid on the team named Eddie Abomowitz. Or as his team likes to call him, 'The Abomination'. And boy was he really.

Suddenly I felt another person moving close to me on my right side. I glimpsed over at them, before throwing my gaze back onto the field. "Or, you know," Erica softly began, leaning in close so only I could hear her, "you could just agree to Derek's offer and then you would never really have to worry about being cold." She leaned back, flashing me her dangerous wide smile before her roaming eyes landed on Tate.

I glanced between her and Boyd to my brother and back. Deflating with defeat,

I pointed towards the two people on my right. "Tate, these are my friends Erica and Boyd." My brother rocked forward to get a better glimpse of them, as he flashed him his winning smile and nodded towards them. "Erica and Boyd, this is my brother, the 'Oh So Great Tate Crestwik'."

"A legend in our midst." Erica informed, her eyes showing all of the flirtation she could bestow upon him.

"Who has a girlfriend and child." I muttered lowly to her.

"That's not much of a problem." She easily returned, her eyes remaining on the field. I only rolled my own, as my gaze shifted back to Nolan and the others as the semi-finals game was getting ready to start.

It was a bloody rampage when it did, and the whole time Tate was mumbling and cursing under his breath at the players and at Finstock's choices of plays. Finally, he couldn't resist any longer. He stood up, beginning to move down on the bleachers. As quickly as I could, though, my hand shot out and grabbed a hold of his arm. "Where are you going?" I asked him.

"I cant watch Finstock mess around any longer. I need to be down there helping the guys before one of them ends up getting their legs snapped in half." And with that he was hurrying down the steps and rushing over to the bench where he greeted Finstock and took his rightful place beside his coach as he helped coach the team.

I could see that while Finstock was distracted with my brother, Stiles was getting up from his place on the bench, walking back towards the bleachers. Glancing down, I could see Allison was handing something off to him, and my eyes began to narrow with suspicion. But I already told myself that it wasn't my place to be knowing what that group of imbeciles does anymore. They're not my problem. At least for the moment they aren't. I fear that in the future, there will come a time when I have to end up stepping in and intervene with whatever ridiculous plan they came up with.

Suddenly, the crowd groaned in unison, and my eyes shot back up to the field where I found number 33 flattened out on the field, The Abomination standing above him. "Shit!" I hissed out as I flew up from my seat and began rushing down the steps towards the field.

Finstock had called a time out so Nolan could get carried off the field. His parents were not far behind me as the three of us made our way to him. They laid him down on the end of the bench and I dropped to my knees as I examined his leg. It wasn't broke, but he definitely messed up his ankle. "Kels?" He asked, blinking several times of focus on me.

"Hey." I quietly returned, taking off his gloves before taking one of his hands in mine. "Look I'll apologize later about what happened today but for now let's get you to the hospital." I glanced over my shoulder to his dad, who reached down and wrapped his son's arm around his shoulder. I moved to the other side, and together we lifted Nolan up and began walking him to the parking lot.

"Nolan!" Another voice shrilled from behind us, and I attempted to look behind me to see Amy rushing over to us. She fell into step beside Mrs. Becker, watching him closely before she glanced over to me. "He'll be okay, right?"

"Of course, sweetheart. Probably just twisted his ankle." Mrs. Becker replied, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. Amy nodded, her bright blue eyes falling back onto the field. "Why don't you stay and reassure the others that he'll be alright." She insisted, but Amy quickly threw her eyes back onto me.

"Kelsey can. They'd probably believe her than me more." She quickly replied, and I felt my brows furrow. Why was she suddenly becoming all hurt that I was helping Nolan?

"Kelsey is just fine. We'll call you when Nolan is all situated and figured out. You can come down and see him then. Just stay and support your friends." Mr. Becker spoke, and everyone knew that once Will Becker figured out the plan, it was finalized with no arguments. Amy inaudibly huffed before turning back around and heading to the bleachers.

We had gotten Nolan into the car, laying him down on the backseats. I told his parents that I would drive separately and meet them down there, to which they agreed. When I was heading back to my car, I found Lydia in the one next to it, bawling her eyes out as she dabbed at her tears with a tissue.

She still doesn't know. I shouldn't be mad at her because she was never keeping anything from me. Knowing that it would be rude of me to just leave her there crying, I decided to move over to where she sat and knock on her window. She leapt in her seat, whirling around to face me. She slightly deflated at the sight of me, and reached over rolling down her window. "I'm fine." The strawberry blonde quickly said before moving to roll the window back up.

As quickly as I could, I threw my arm into her car, reaching down to place the child lock on the window so she couldn't roll it up anymore. I left my hand there for a little bit longer so Lydia couldn't unlock it. Finally, she sighed, leaning back against her seat, raking a hand through her orange curls. "What?" She finally asked in a defeated tone.

"Gonna tell me why you're crying?" I asked, folding my arm on the window sill as I leaned closer towards the car. Lydia watched me, her glassy green eyes never faltering from mine.

She glanced over at the time on her dashboard, seeing how late it was. Her gaze soon shifted back to me, as she lightly shook her head. "It's nothing. Just…just something dumb and stupid. I have to go, I'll see you later." And with that she reached down, unlocking her window before turning her car on and pulling out of the parking spot. She left me there feeling shut out.

And that's what made me realize that that is what I did to her these last few days. I shut her out, I shut Nolan out. I shut Scott and Stiles out because I was mad at them. I was getting a taste of my own medicine.

Not only that, though, but I could also see myself in Lydia. She was confused and desperate. While I may know, Lydia doesn't even though I can see it in her eyes that there's something going on. She's like me when I was clinging onto any piece of evidence, crying because I know that everyone is keeping something from me and it's driving me insane. Now it was Lydia's turn to go insane.

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