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Poppy Fairchild; the pretty red head moved to Beacon Hills after a house fire took everything from her and the last thing that she expected to find was werewolves and hunters plus more tearing up the town in a war that's waged since the beginning of time. She finds herself in a whirlwind of violence, love, hate, and even innocence hiding somewhere in there. Stiles/OC and Isaac/OC

A Wise Man Once Said "Appearances Can Be Deceiving"

Chapter Ten

CHAOS RISING

Poppy POV

I got back to the Argent's apartment and walked into the room I shared with Allison. Lydia and Allison were holding their arms together and I saw a bruise on each of their wrists. "Hey what are you doing?" I asked tossing my bag on my bed.

They quickly dropped their arms and plastered smiles on their faces, "Color squares for our room, what are you doing?" Allison asked innocently.

I walked to the closet and dug around in my dresses, "My friend Heather invited me to her party, she's turning 17 today." I told them as I dug out a white scalloped lace dress.

"Heather who?" Lydia asked plopping down on Allison's bed.

"You wouldn't know her, she goes to a different school. I met her while Allison was in France." I said as I changed quickly, "She's pretty cool but she has this obsession with losing her virginity so I'm sure she'll have a conquest tonight."

I put on a necklace with one raindrop shaped pearl and a thin gold bracelet. "So do you have a conquest?" Allison asked plopping down next to Lydia.

Lydia gasped, "Have you not swiped your V-card either?" She asked in a hushed tone.

I laughed and rolled my eyes, "Not that it's a big deal but yes I have swiped mine which is why I don't understand why Heather is so set on losing hers." I said as I curled my hair into loose waves.

Lydia winced, "Not that great?" She asked, "I'm sure I can find you someone."

Allison glared at her, "Poppy don't you think you have enough boy troubles?" She asked me.

I sighed and turned to face the two, "And that is exactly what I'm trying to move past. Neither of them have asked me out on a date, Isaac I understand because he's busy with all of Derek's crap but I'm with Stiles every day. All of the flirting and cuteness in the world cannot make up for how crappy I feel. Especially after what Stiles said to me before summer." I said to the two girls, "For all I know it could've been some pre-battle 'ohmygosh we're going to die' induced lie."

I grabbed my clutch and slipped my phone away, "I'm just a call away if you need any help with color squares, alright?" I said glancing at the two's arms before leaving the room.

3rd Person POV

Stiles and Scott were walking down the sidewalk in a neighborhood, "What?" Stiles asked.

"What do you mean what?" Scott asked, confused by his friend's sudden anxiousness.

"I mean what and you know what." Stiles said nervously.

"What, what?"

"That look you were giving." Stiles said bouncing on the balls of his feet as he walked.

"I didn't give a look." Scott told him.

"It was a distinct look, Scott." Stiles argued.

"What look?"

"The look that says the last thing you feel like doing right now is going to a party." Stiles finally said.

"It's not that, it just seems a little weird going to a different high school's party." Scott explained as they came to a stop in front of the house.

"Oh my God, one drink. I went to nursery school with this girl, okay? She promised to introduce us to all of her friends so tonight; no Allison." Stiles said facing his friend as he forced out the next words, "No Poppy, tonight we're moving on!"

"You're right." Scott agreed with a smile.

Stiles smiled in victory, "That's right, I'm right!"

"I'm moving on." Scott said smiling wider.

"Onward and upward!"

Poppy POV

I had immediately found Heather and Danielle, a girl that Heather had introduced me to and I had become immediate friends with, upon arriving to the party and was on my second blue solo cup on beer. Being half-werewolf I didn't get drunk very fast so I could usually drink as much as I wanted. "So since you go to Beacon Hills, do you know Stiles?" Heather asked as she pulled Danielle and I off to the side.

"Stilinski?" I asked with raised eyebrows before finishing my cup.

"Yeah, is there more than one?" Heather asked laughing.

Don't get me wrong I liked Heather and she was a lot of fun but when she got a couple cups of tequila in her she started to become annoying…starting with her laugh. "Well yeah I do. We're…friends." I said hesitating on what to call him.

Heather's face lit up, "Oh great is he seeing anybody?" She asked happily.

I choked on my spit and Danielle patted my back as I tried to recover from shock. "No…no he's not seeing anybody." I said choosing my words carefully.

Please don't let Stiles be her new conquest. I begged in my head. "Awesome!" She said grinning, "Danielle can I talk to you?" Heather asked pulling our friend away.

I sighed as I tried to wipe Stiles from my mind, "God I need another drink." I muttered making my way back to the keg.

I filled my cup up and made my way back to the front of the house just in time to see Heather pulling her lips away from Stiles' with Scott looking on shocked. "So glad you could make it." She said.

"Me too." Stiles said happily.

"Come down stairs with me and help me pick out a bottle of wine." Heather told him.

"Yes." Stiles agreed before being pulled down the stairs.

I was completely frozen in place as I watched Stiles disappear, "Poppy? Poppy are you breathing?" Danielle asked moving in front of my view of the stairs.

I let out the breath I had been holding and sucked in a shallow one, "Yeah, yeah I think so." I said breathlessly as my stomach began to feel queasy.

"What's wrong?" She asked concerned.

I spotted Scott watching me over Danielle's shoulder, "Uh, nothing, nothing I'll see you in a bit." I said giving her a fake smile before making my way over to the werewolf.

"Poppy?" Scott asked shocked, "What's wrong? Your heartbeat is all-"

"Yeah I know I can feel it." I said swallowing thickly "Is there a possible way that you could drive me home?"

Scott's mouth dropped open with a realization, "You saw Stiles and-"

"Never mind I'll drive myself." I cut him off shoving my still full cup into his hand and hurrying out the door.

I wrapped my arms around my bare shoulders as I walked down the dark sidewalk to my car. I felt pinpricks up my neck and jogged the last few steps and jumped into the driver's seat. I placed my hands on the steering wheel and rested my forehead against them. There was a painful tightness in my chest as I tried to swallow. My breath was coming in pants as I tried hard not to cry. God I feel pathetic.

Since Isaac had asked me to come to Derek's when he brought Peter over to help Isaac I had to leave the apartment around 6:30 in the morning which means I woke up way earlier than normal so I was now sleep-deprived and grumpy. I was lounging on Derek's spiral staircase with my head against the railing and my eyes closed as I tried to nap. I could practically feel Isaac's nervousness and even though I wasn't watching him pace I could hear it and it was making me tense. "Isaac." I complained opening my eyes as I lifted my head off the railing.

I wanted to be here for Isaac more than anything at the moment because I know he has a strong dislike for Peter, as do I and everyone else, and Isaac was clearly fearful of whatever memories might be drug up, "Sorry." He muttered stopping mid stride, "You know I'm starting not to like this idea. It sounds kinda dangerous." Isaac paused and began pacing again, "You know what I definitely don't like this idea and I definitely don't like him."

I hauled myself up onto my feet and pattered down the steps and walked over to stand next to the table, "You'll be fine." Derek said not looking up from his book.

I rolled my eyes at his nonchalant behavior, the truth was it was a very dangerous activity and Isaac might not be fine after it and frankly I liked Isaac alive. "Does it have to be him?" Isaac asked.

"He knows how to do it, I don't. It would be more dangerous if I tried doing it myself." Derek said still reading.

Isaac came to stand next to me and picked up a book and began fiddling with it, "You know Scott doesn't trust him, right? And personally well I- I trust Scott." He said.

I smirked as Derek's shoulders tensed. I think he was beginning to realize he was losing the last of his betas. "Do you trust me?" Derek said looking up from his book.

"Yeah." Isaac answered.

Derek returned to his book, "I still don't like him." Isaac said.

"Personally, neither do I." I said crossing my arms.

I really didn't want Peter anywhere near Isaac, "Nobody likes him." Derek deadpanned.

The door slid open and I rolled my eyes when I saw Peter. "Boys, Halfling, FYI yes, coming back from the dead has left my abilities somewhat impaired but the hearing still works. So I hope you're comfortable saying whatever it is you're feeling straight to my face." He said as he walked in to Derek's loft.

"We don't like you." Derek slammed his book shut, "Now shut up and help us."

"Fair enough." Peter said extending his claws.

My phone buzzed in the back pocket of my skinny jeans and I pulled it out to see Stiles was calling me, "Are you going to get that?" Isaac asked lowly.

I hit the decline button, "It's not important." I said before placing my phone back into my pocket.

Isaac pulled a wooden chair over to the center of the room and I leaned onto one of the pillars. Derek walked over to me with a length of chain and I raised an eyebrow, "Excuse me?" I said crossing my arms.

"You're too protective and I can't have you interfering. I told Isaac not to ask you to come but apparently he decided not to listen so…" Derek pulled on the chain, "Plan B."

I rolled my eyes and sighed, "I can restrain myself." I said pushing past him to take a seat on the blue couch.

Isaac locked eye with me and I gave him a reassuring smile. "It's just your wrists." Derek said following me.

"No." I said through gritted teeth.

"I'm an Alpha, Poppy. I don't necessarily need your permission." Derek said reaching for my wrists.

"No!" I yelled shoving him back from me and leaping over the back of the couch.

I stood there panting as Derek looked at me wide eyed and Isaac had shot up from his seat, looking at me worriedly, "Merinthophobia, the fear of being bound or tied up." Peter said entering the room this time without his jacket, "Can we move on now?"

Derek dropped the chain and sat down on the coffee table. I walked around the couch and sat down on the couch again, trying to relax my muscles. "Relax." Peter told Isaac as the beta sat back down, "I'll get more out of you if you're calm."

Peter walked around behind Isaac, "How do you know how to do this again?" Isaac asked

The ex-Alpha sighed, examining his claws, "It's an ancient ritual, used mostly by Alphas since it's a skill that requires quite a bit of practice. One slip and you could paralyze someone. Or kill them." He explained hovering over the back of Isaac's neck.

I leaned forwards, lacing my fingers together, "Okay, wait you've had a lot of practice though right?" Isaac asked looking increasingly nervous.

"Well I've never paralyzed anyone." Peter said with a smile.

I closed my eyes tightly before reopening them, "Couldn't you have gotten someone less creepy to do this?" I hissed at Derek.

Derek turned towards me sharply, "Do you know any other Alphas?" He snapped.

A sudden look of realization came over Isaac, "Wait does that mean you've-"

Isaac was cut off by his cry of pain as Peter plunged his claws into Isaac's neck. I lurched forward but Derek held his arm out to stop me, "If you interfere I'll throw you out the window." He threatened lowly.

Isaac's eyes were flashing a gold-amber color while Peter's were now a startling blue. I watched as Peter's head jerked around and Isaac gripped him tightly in suspense. Isaac's going to be fine. I tried to reassure myself. Their eyes went back to normal and Isaac began fighting against Peter's hold. My muscles tensed as I leaned forward almost out of my seat, the toe of my combat boots sliding against the concrete floor. Derek shot up about to step in, "Wait I see them." Peter said breathing heavily.

I stood up and Peter jerked back from Isaac and into the table behind them. Isaac slumped forward and I hurried over, kneeling beside him. I placed a hand on his arm, "You okay?" I asked as he met my eyes.

Isaac raised a hand to the back of his neck but nodded. "What did you see?" Derek asked Peter.

Peter stumbled away from the table, "Ah. It was confusing. Um, images uh vague shapes." He answered.

"But you saw something." Derek prompted his uncle.

"Isaac found them." Peter said as I rubbed Isaac's knee in a comforting manner.

"Erica and Boyd?" Derek asked as we all looked at Peter.

Peter stumbled over his words, obviously frazzled, "I barely saw them. Glimpses."

"But you did see them." Derek said.

A swell of hope rose in me, maybe we could get Erica and Boyd back. Maybe all of the lies Isaac told me could be worth something. "Worse." Peter muttered.

"Deucalion." Derek finished for him.

My eyes widened, Deucalion. I'd met him once before when his pack had been passing through my old pack's territory. Luckily our pack had managed to have remained hidden enough to escape the wrath the Demon Wolf possessed. "He was talking to them something about time running out." Peter told us.

Isaac hunched forward, hand on his neck, "What does it mean?" He asked looking to his Alpha.

"He's gonna kill them." Derek said after a few moments.

My grip on Isaac tightened and his free hand came to rest over mine as fear enveloped me. "No, no no, no, no he didn't say that. He- he did make them a promise that by the full moon they'd both be dead." Peter said.

If Deucalion was here then that meant he already had spies inside the high school, it could be any new student, even a freshman. But why was he here? Surely not for Derek? Sure he was the new leader of the Hale pack and he was young but he wasn't the best Alpha…who was he here for? "The next full moon?" Derek asked harshly.

"Tomorrow night." Peter said.

My mouth opened slightly, tomorrow? We only had about 24 hours to save Erica and Boyd. I locked eyes with Isaac, "Shit." I breathed out.

"I don't see anything." Derek said as Lydia and Allison held their wrists out towards him, revealing the bruise they had been keeping a secret from me.

My eyebrows furrowed as I gazed at it, just able to make out a slight pattern, but not recognizing it. "Well look again." Scott told him.

"How is a bruise going to tell me where Boyd and Erica are?" Derek asked while Allison glared back at him.

Waves of hostility were coming off of Allison and I completely understood where she was coming from. Derek had bitten Mrs. Argent and was the cause of her death; personally I wanted to stab him with a wolvesbane knife as well. "It's the same on both sides, exactly the same." Scott said sounding annoyed and oblivious to the tension between his Alpha and ex-girlfriend.

"It's nothing." Derek said sounding monotone.

I rolled my eyes, "It's the first lead you've had in a month." I spat at him.

He gazed coldly at me for a moment before turning back to Allison. "Pareidolia." Lydia said with a shrug, "Seeing patterns that aren't there."

I turned to her, "Lydia." I sighed, "They don't know what you're talking about." I said as the boys looked at each other confused.

"It's a subset of apophenia." The strawberry blonde added in her duh voice.

Derek gave Scott a look, "It is a psychological phenomenon involving a vague and random stimulus, often an image or sound, being perceived as significant, a form of apophenia. Common examples include seeing images of animals or faces in clouds, the man in the moon or the Moon rabbit, and hearing hidden messages on records when played in reverse." I rattled off, "I can define apophenia for you also." I added giving Derek a fake, tight lipped smile.

"They're trying to help." Scott told the Alpha in a hushed tone.

"These three." Derek said turning back to us with a disbelieving glare, "This one who used me to resurrect my psychotic uncle, thank you. This one who has so many phobias she's a danger not only to herself but to everyone around her, and this one who shot about 30 arrows into me and my pack." He said pointedly looking at each one of us respectively.

"How did I get pulled into the danger to the pack category exactly?" I sassed crossing my arms.

Derek took a step forward, "How about when you came here and started distracting one of my betas?" He snapped.

I opened my mouth to respond but was cut off by Stiles who I had been ignoring up until now, "Okay alright now, c'mon. No one died alright? There may have been a little maiming okay a little mangling but no death." He said coming to our defense, "That's what I call an important distinction."

"My mother died." Allison said looking pointedly at Derek.

"Your family's little honor code killed your mother. Not me." Derek retorted.

"That girl is looking for Scott, I'm here to help him not you." Allison said shaking her head slightly.

"Wanna help? Find something real." Derek said turning away from her and heading towards the door.

I placed my hand on Allison's shoulder and squeezed once before dropping my hand back to my side, "Give her a chance." Scott told Derek lowly, "Okay? They're on our side now."

"Well then maybe you should tell her what her mother was actually trying to do that night." Derek said just as lowly and making me scrunch up my brows in confusion.

Derek left and the bell rang. I grabbed my bag off of one of the desks, "I'll see you in Econ." I said to Scott as I walked out.

I walked down the almost full hall and made a right down the hall where my locker was at. I opened my locker and started yanking out the books I needed for the day and shoving them in my bag. I froze, Calculus book halfway into my bag when I sensed someone watching me. I turned my head to the right and saw the twins that Lydia and I had been discussing yesterday both looking at me. I made eye contact with one and a shudder passed down my spine as a grin spread over his features. He took a step towards me and I slammed my locker shut, stuffing my book into my bag and making a beeline for the Economics classroom. I walked inside, passing Coach Finstock at the door and saw Scott and Stiles. I took the seat behind Scott and ignored Stiles' attempts at striking up conversation. "Poppy." He hissed as I took out my book and notes and placed my bag down next to my combat boots.

I pushed the sleeves of my blazer up to my elbows as the bell rang and Finstock slammed a textbook onto his desk, "The stock market is based on two principles what are they?" He asked looking around the classroom.

Scott's hand shot up, "Yes, McCall you can go to the bathroom. Anybody else?" Coach asked.

I felt bad for Scott and sat up straighter about to stick up for him, "No, Coach I know the answer." He said putting his hand down.

Coach Finstock starting laughing and I sighed, "Oh you're serious? No, I let you have an easier one later." He said before spotting me, "Fairchild! You know the answer don't you?"

I pushed a red lock behind my ear, "Well yeah but Coach I think you should let Scott answer. He does know the answer." I said tapping my pencil against my open notebook.

I felt Stiles' eyes on me but refused to meet his gaze, as childish as my ignoring him was. "Yeah its risk and reward." Scott said proving my point.

"Wow!" Coach said blown away, "Who are you and what have you done to McCall?" He asked approaching the laughing werewolf, "Don't answer that, I like you better."

Coach straightened up and made his way back to the front of the room, "Good job Scotty." I said with a smile so only he could hear.

"Does anybody have a quarter?" Coach asked.

Stiles reached into his pocket for a quarter and I let myself go over his frame with my eyes for a moment before he yanked his hand out sending a XXL condom flying through the air. I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood as I thought about him and Heather. I hadn't even realized I was squeezing my pencil until it broke in half. "Stilinski I think you uh, dropped this." Coach said handing Stiles back his condom and taking the quarter from his other hand, "Congratulations." He added with a smirk.

"Poppy, calm down. Don't make a scene." Scott whispered to me.

I took a few breaths through my nose and dropped the two halves of my pencil into my bag before grabbing a new one. "Risk and reward. Put the quarter in the mug, win the reward." Coach said as I pushed my hair off my shoulders.

Coach put the mug onto the floor and blew on the quarter before bouncing it into the mug. The class clapped, "That's how you do it. Okay, Danny." Coach said tossing the quarter to the lacrosse player, "Risk, reward."

"What's the reward?" Danny asked.

I began sketching the bruise on Allison and Lydia's wrists onto the margin of my notes, "You don't have to take the pop quiz tomorrow." Coach said smiling.

I snorted, "Coach, it's not a pop quiz if you tell us about it." Danny pointed out.

"Danny, you know I really expect more from you at this point, really." Coach Finstock said snatching the quarter out of the goalie's hand and walking down the aisle to the next lacrosse player, Scott. "McCall, risk, reward." He said placing the quarter on Scott's desk, "The risk; if you don't put that quarter in the mug you have to take the pop- the- the quiz and, and you have to write an essay. Risk: more work, reward: no work at all. Or choose not to play."

"But isn't this just chance?" Scott asked picking up the quarter.

"No, you know your abilities, your coordination, your focus, past experience. All factors affecting the outcome. So what's it gonna be McCall? More work, no work, or choose not to play?" Coach asked as Scott lifted the quarter up.

There was a pause as Scott considered the option before placing the quarter back down onto the book, "No play." Coach said, "Okay who's next? Who wants the quarter?"

Stiles did a short drum roll on his desk before standing up and grabbing the quarter, "There you go, there's a gambling man. C'mon, step up, step up. Alright, Stilinski." Coach Finstock said following Stiles to the front.

Stiles aimed the quarter as the door opened and his father stepped in, "Stiles." The officer with him said.

"Yeah Coach I got it." Stiles said not looking away from the mug.

I sat up straighter in my desk, what the hell? "Stiles." Sheriff Stilinski said making his son look up.

Stiles straightened up and handed the quarter back to Coach as he was lead from the room. "Poppy Fairchild?" The other officer asked.

Stiles stopped in the doorway to look back at me as I stood up. I made eye contact before moving my eyes to the officer as I made my way to the front of the room. The officer placed a hand on my back and led me from the room, "I couldn't find her, I just figured she'd hooked up with her other friends. Has no one really seen her since last night?" Stiles was asking as the officer with me closed the door behind us.

"What's going on?" I asked the Sheriff.

"You were at a party last night, correct?" He asked me making Stiles jerk his head towards me with surprise.

"Yeah, it was my friend Heather's 17th birthday; I didn't stay very long though." I said with a confused expression.

"How did you meet Heather?" The other officer asked.

"I met her this summer while the Argents were in France when I went on an ice cream run." I told them crossing my arms, "What's wrong?"

"When did you leave the party?" Sheriff Stilinski asked me.

I ran a hand through my hair, "After Scott and Stiles got there. I saw her drag Stiles off and then I talked to Scott for two minutes tops and then I left." I told them honestly.

"Heather's missing, nobody's seen her since last night." Sheriff Stilinski said with a sigh, "We put out an APB but uh, Stiles, all of her friend say that you were the last person who saw her."

My eyes widened and I looked from Stiles to the sheriff, "Me?" Stiles asked in disbelief.

"We hope that it's just a series of bad decisions based on too much to drink but if you remember anything else, either of you, you call me, alright?" Sheriff Stilinski said.

I swallowed thickly and nodded, "Alright get back to class." He said before walking off with the other officer.

Stiles grabbed my arm as I made to go back inside the classroom, "What are you doing?" I asked as he dragged me out of sight of the window in the door.

"Are you mad at me?" Stiles asked me, licking his lips.

I yanked my arm out of his grip and crossed my arms across my chest, "Why would I be?" I asked cocking my head to the side.

Stiles took a step closer to me, "Because you haven't looked at me all day except for when my dad brought us out of class and I heard your pencil snap in class when the condom-"

"Why would you think that that had anything to do with you or your condom? What do I care what you keep in your pockets or who you use it with?" I asked coldly cutting him off.

Stiles looked taken aback, "Because last time I checked we sort of had these mutual feelings for each other and I know you saw me with Heather-"

"Do we?" I snapped cutting him off.

Stiles backed up slightly, "What?" He asked confused, "Of-"

"Because you never made a move, not all summer, not even when I was practically begging you to!" I said taking a step closer to him, "I know that I've been unfair to you with Isaac but I never thought you'd sleep with some random girl to get over me! I would never do that to you!"

I turned on my heel and walked back into the classroom, leaving him in the hall as I marched down the aisle and plopped back into my desk. "You okay?" Scott asked, turning around to face me.

"Peachy." I muttered as Stiles came back in wearing a hurt expression.

I was typing my homework for English, an essay on my opinion of the first three chapters of Heart of Darkness while Allison was researching the bruise and Lydia was drinking a coffee she refused to share with me. "I want one." Lydia said gazing at the twins who were over by one of the bookshelves.

The muscles in my shoulders had been tense ever since they had stepped into the room; there was something about them, something that wasn't quite right. Allison looked back at them before turning back quickly with a smile, "Which one?" She asked.

I snorted and returned my gaze to my laptop. "The straight one, obviously." Lydia said taking a gulp of coffee.

I stopped typing and bent down to my bag, looking for my copy of the novel. "Damn it." I cursed when I came up empty, "I left my book in my locker."

I packed up my stuff as Lydia ditched Allison for the straight twin and made my way out of the library, feeling a gaze on my back. I walked out into the hallway and hurried to my locker, quickly unlocking it and digging around for my book, maybe I could make it back in time to finish my paragraph. The bell rang and I let out a groan, dammit. I got up on my tip toes and reached around on the top shelf that I couldn't quite see, "Looking for this?" A male's voice said.

I turned and saw the twin that Lydia had proclaimed straight holding out my book. A shudder went up my spine as I met his gaze, "Where did you get that?" I asked as I took it from him and placed it in my bag.

The twin smiled, showing off perfectly straight pearly whites, "You left it in the lab yesterday; I saw it had your name in it, you are Poppy Fairchild right?" He asked innocently.

"Yes and you are?" I asked crossing my arms, still feeling uncomfortable around him.

"I'm Aiden, my brother Ethan and I are new here." He said still smiling and taking a small step closer to me.

I stiffened and I realized what was making me so uncomfortable about him, "Yeah I know. Who are you here for?" I hissed stepping closer to him, feeling brave with my knife in my forearm holster, sliding down to rest in my palm.

Aiden let out a laugh, "Deucalion told me you were smart." He said, "He also said that about Lydia, your friend from back in the library?"

I glared up at him, "Stay away from Lydia." I growled at him, eyes flashing purple.

Aiden's grin widened and he placed a hand on the locker beside me, causing me to back up into the lockers to avoid touching him. It proved futile as he pressed against me and leaned into my ear, "I can't do that. But you know I have a feeling that you and I are going to be just as close as Lydia and I will." He whispered before pushing off from the lockers and walking away from me.

I heard Scott's voice and looked over, eyes still wide to see Scott with a grip on Stiles' arm who was looking at me worriedly. I closed my locker and walked over to them, "Are you okay?" Stiles asked, searching my face worriedly.

I nodded, "Yeah it was just some kid that was messing around." I lied giving Scott a pointed look to not inform Stiles of what had just happened, "What's going on?" I asked Scott.

"We have an idea of how to get Isaac to retrieve his memories." Stiles said eyes darting between me and Scott.

AN: Hey guys!

Sorry this took so long to update but the truth is that I really haven't had a lot of time but whenever I did I tried to type as much as I could! Chaos Rising is divided into two parts the next part will be up either tomorrow or today depending on the next time I can get to a computer!

I hope you liked it and I hope I didn't make Aiden too creepy because we will be seeing more of him!

Thanks for reading and please review!

-ConflictingLoyalties563;D