Stiles peaked out of the locker room and motioned for me to come inside. I walked inside and saw Scott pulling on his shirt then tossing a first aid kit at Stiles. Stiles guided me to a bench.
"Clara, hey, you've gotta take off this dress. There's no way I can bandage you up otherwise." Stiles said in a voice that was smooth like my morning tea.
"Unzip the back of it." I said in a shaky voice.
Stiles unzipped the back of my dress with surprisingly steady hands. I slid it off my shoulders and exposed my side to Stiles. Scott and Stiles kneeled next to me, I raised my arm up and Scott wiped the blood off my side with a wet wipe from the first-aid kit.
"Stiles…" Scott said.
"Yeah." Stiles replied.
"What?" I asked and then my eyes went to my side and there weren't any cuts on my side.
I stood up and pulled my dress back up, Stiles zipped it back up for me.
"So, what do we do now?" I asked.
"Well, Allison's family thinks that Jackson is the other beta." Scott said, putting a hand on the back of his neck.
"The cuts on his neck." I whispered.
"Apparently if you get scratched deep enough, you can turn." Stiles pointed out.
"Okay… okay." I started to say. "We help Scott work on controlling himself. Peter is going to be stronger with Derek so no one can afford to have Scott join them."
"And, we keep an eye on Jackson." Scott said.
"Do you not remember him threatening to out you to Allison's family?" I asked.
"We keep an eye on Jackson and you keep your heart-rate down." Scott said.
"Fine then." I said, throwing my hands up. "I need to get home before my mom starts calling asking me why I'm late."
"Clara, wait." Stiles said, pulling his arms out of his jacket and pushed it in to my arms. "Here."
I gave him a puzzled looked.
"So your mom doesn't say anything about your dress being torn." Stiles said, rubbing his head.
"Thanks, Stilinski." I replied, pushing my arms in to the jacket. "Later."
I went out to the parking lot and found my car; I climbed in and went home. I walked inside to see my mom along with Lydia and her mother all sitting around the island in my kitchen.
"Clara." My mother sang out.
She came up to me, pulling me in to a hug. She pulled me in to the kitchen with her.
"You sure you don't wanna invite Scott, Allison and Stiles?" My mom asked.
"I'm sure. They'll be at the party this weekend." I smiled at her.
Lydia's mother pulled a cake out of the fridge and lit the candles. They sang me happy birthday and then grinned as I blew out the candles. I made a wish this year; I wished that everything would be okay, that we would all be okay.
And, oh, how I wished that wish would come true.