Author's note: Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed the last chapter! I know you all are probably getting really sick of me at this point, but I'm updating so quickly so that I can get up to a point were there's more action. I hope you all like this chapter!

Chapter 14

As the pair sat together on Monday morning, Amy told Stiles, "So, I want to hear every detail of your date on Friday."

"Shouldn't you be asking Lydia?"

"Somehow I feel you'll be more communicative."

"I thought girls were supposed to be the communicative ones," he shot back.

Amy pursed her lips in an attempt not to laugh. "Yeah, usually…"

"God, Amelia," he joked, "I'm sick of you treating me like one of your girl-friends. I am a man. A manly man. And I would appreciate being treated as such."

"How about this," she proposed, "I'll treat you like a man the day you stop calling me Amelia."

Stiles let out an exasperated sigh and shook his head solemnly. "It appears that we have reached an impasse," he said with a grin.

"Scratch that – as soon as you stop quoting 'Spongebob.'"

"Hey, you recognized it! You're not free from responsibility."

Amy snickered, but shut up as soon as Miss Hazeltine cleared her throat loudly, indicating that class was about to commence.

"We'll continue this later," she hissed.

After class ended (they were starting another dissection on Wednesday, yuck – this time it was a starfish. "Poor Patrick," Stiles had quipped), Amy resumed her interrogation.

"So, tell me everything."

"Well, I picked her up at eight, just like you said…"

"And?"

"And she looked beautiful, as always. So I told her. And she seemed to actually like it."

"Aw."

"Yeah, stop interrupting. Anyway, so then we went to dinner."

"Where did you go?"

"I'm getting to that. We went to this café… It wasn't too expensive, but it wasn't cheap, either. I didn't want her to think that I'm a cheapskate, y'know? She only ordered a salad and at the beginning she seemed kind of bored, but she warmed up once we started talking about science-y stuff. She said that I was one of the only people who actually realized that she did well in school. I think that got me some points. Anyway, then I took her home at around ten-ish. And she gave me a kiss."

"On the cheek," Amy added as the walked through the hallway.

"Yeah, on the cheek. But still a kiss."

"Well, congrats; I'm glad it went well… Oh, there was something that D-Miguel said that he wanted to talk to you about."

"You heard about our codename?"

"Oh yeah. Very clever, Stilinski."

"I thought so. But no, I haven't talked to Miggy recently, thank God. What did he want? Oh yeah – how did your date go, by the way?"

"What da – Oh, that? Fine. I didn't die, obviously, which is always a plus. But he said he wanted to talk about Scott about his boss – he thinks the vet is an omega."

Stiles nodded gravely. "Yeah, that's what I was thinking, too. I'll mention it to him – he has to go there after school anyway."

"Alright, I'll talk to you at lunch."

"Okay, see ya."

"Actually," she added at the last moment, "why don't you and Scott eat together so you can talk to him about you-know-what and I can talk to Lydia about Friday."

"Okay, good plan! I'm on it," he said as he disappeared into his English class.

At lunch, the first thing Lydia asked Amy was, "Where were you Friday night?"

"Jeez, Legally Blonde much?" Allison laughed.

"Amy's mom called my house Friday night looking for her… I covered for her, but I want to know where it was you had to lie about being," she explained.

"I left town to meet up with my friends from home," Amy lied, "I only drove halfway out to see them, but it was still a super long drive and I knew that my parents wouldn't want me going that far, especially not by myself."

Lydia looked at her skeptically, but seemed to buy it. Allison, however, did not look convinced. She knew that Friday had been a full moon. She locked gazes with the other brunette meaningfully; we'll talk about this later, her chocolate eyes read. Amy swallowed nervously.

Her phone buzzed against the lunch table; it was Stiles. She quickly snatched up the device before either of the other girls could see whom the message was from. Then, she looked down at the glossy screen: he says he will talk 2 him about it 2day

Amy tilted her head back up to see her companions staring at her expectantly. "It's my mom," she explained. "So, Lydia, how did your date with Stiles go?"

"You went on a date with Stiles?" Allison hissed in disbelief. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Um, for this exact reason? It was fine. I have to say, Amy, I was pleasantly surprised. Perhaps you're not as scatterbrained as you come off, after all…"

"Gee, thanks... So, is there another date in the future?"

"I don't know; like I said before, we'll see. He hasn't asked yet, though – he's playing it cool. I mean, we both know that he's dying to go out with me again, but it's kind of sweet that he's trying not to seem so desperate."

"I can't believe you went on a date with Stiles," Allison repeated, still not quite used to the idea.

"Well, believe it," the other girl replied dismissively before applying a new coat of lip-gloss.

As they were walking out of the lunchroom, Allison whispered to Amy, "Go to the bathroom ten minutes in to seventh period."

When they finally met an hour or so later, Allison demanded, "Where were you really?"

Amy rolled her eyes. "I'm so sick of people asking me that," she muttered.

Allison raised an eyebrow expectantly and crossed her arms.

"Look, I really can't tell you," the other girl whined. She subtly searched the bathroom to see if anyone else was present; she soon came to the relieved conclusion that they were alone.

"Who is your closest friend here, Amy?"

"Uh, I don't know… Probably you, I guess."

"So, why can't you tell me? I know Friday was the full moon," she hissed, "I was with Scott."

"Oh my God," she said finally, as if she were having an epiphany. "Oh my God."

"What?" Amy questioned worriedly.

"You're – you're not…?"

"What?"

"You're not a werewolf, are you?" she demanded urgently.

"What? No, of course not. Jesus. I'm not, I promise."

"Then what on earth could you have been doing?"

"If I tell you, you have to promise not to freak out. Or tell anyone. No one, not even Scott. Can you do that?"

"Yes," she answered immediately.

Amy sighed unhappily. "I was with Derek Hale," she whispered so quietly that almost neither of them could hear.

"What." It wasn't even a question so much as it was a statement.

"Yeah. See, I told you not to freak out…"

"Amy, do you have any idea how dangerous that could have been? And not to mention stupid!"

"Yeah, okay, I admit it probably wasn't the best idea. But I'm fine, see? He's not bad. I swear to you he's not bad. He's trying to stop his uncle, not help him. He's a valuable ally."

"Oh my God." She seemed to have another realization.

"What?"

"You like him?"

Amy chewed the inside of her cheek thoughtfully. So maybe she did kind of like him. Maybe she had the teensiest crush on him. But it was nothing. It was what she felt for every attractive guy that she came across. Nothing more. And it wasn't as if she was going to act on it…

"You do," Allison insisted.

"He's hot, what do you want me to say?"

"Yeah, but you actually like him. Not like a 'I think Brad Pitt is hot' kind of way, but like a 'I think Scott is hot' kind of way. There's a big difference."

"No, no, no, you're in love with Scott. It's not nearly the same."

"Yeah, but there was a time when I just liked Scott. You like Derek. You totally do, don't even deny it."

"Okay, so maybe I have a tiny crush on him. But so what? Have you seen him? He's smokin'. And It doesn't matter, anyway, he doesn't care about me and nothing's going to come from it. It's really not a big deal. I just kinda feel bad for him with all the shit that's happened. Everyone he loved is gone, Al… It's so awful…"

"Yeah, it sucks, but he's still dangerous!"

"No more dangerous than Scott," she reasoned. "Plus, I don't even know why we're having this conversation. Nothing happened between us or anything even remotely like that, so I don't know why you're so concerned."

"You just… I don't know… When you were talking about him just now you had this weird glint in your eye that worries me. Just stay away from him, Amy, for your own good. Look at how difficult things are between Scott and I. Believe me, you don't want to deal with this."

"Allison, there's really nothing to worry about. I promise. He's too screwed up from everything that's happened to even consider having a relationship, anyway, so there's literally no risk at all."

"People can surprise you…"

There was a pause. "Allison, do you know why Derek is the way he is? Why he's so broken?"

"Uh, the fire?"

"Do you know how the fire started? Has Scott told you?"

"He said it was arsonists."

"It was your aunt, Al. Your Aunt Kate. She started the fire."

"What? No, you must – you must have heard wrong… There were kids in that fire; normal kids. My Aunt Kate would never do that…"

"Why don't you ask her when you get home. That's not even the whole of it… I probably wasn't supposed to tell you that, but I wasn't supposed to tell you about Derek, either. But I can trust you, right?"

"Y-yeah," she stammered, still quite shaken from the discovery that her aunt was a murderess. "As if I needed more of an incentive not to trust my family," she muttered sadly.

"I'm sorry you had to hear it from me," Amy said sadly, "But it's the truth. I have no reason to lie to you. Derek's the victim here, and I don't understand why no one else seems to see that. God, if you treat someone like a criminal long enough, they'll grow to fit the description."

"You're right," Allison allowed, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have judged him so quickly… It's just, I know how he feels about my family… how he feels about me."

"No, I get it. I don't blame you, and he shouldn't either."

"So, are you, like, friends with him?"

"No, not really. I mean, I've seen him a couple of times, but the only time we hung out just the two of us was Friday. And I doubt there will be any more instances like that until, well, the next full moon. And Stiles is usually the one who deals with him, so I think Friday was just a one-off."

"Do you want Friday to have just been a one-off?"

Amy thought about this for a moment. "N-no," she finally admitted hesitantly. "I don't think so... I mean, like, I really feel like he needs a friend, to be honest. Everyone seems to hate him. Sooner or later, people will grow to be whatever everyone expects of them."

Allison sighed. "Oh, Amy… Well, we should probably be getting back to class…"

The next day, Amy went into school dying to know what had happened between Scott and his boss. Just before she stepped into the lab, she received a text from Stiles: skipping bio. come to lax field

Now, Amy had never cut class before – yes, she was a good-girl and she never would be able to escape the reputation.

But, this was important and she really wanted to be updated on the situation. So, she went. Sure enough, she soon saw Stiles and Scott sitting in the bleachers.

"What's up?" she asked.

"Do you want to do the honors, or shall I?" Stiles asked.

"I'll explain it," Scott answered. "So, here's the deal: my boss is an omega, but he's, like, super powerful – like alpha-powerful. And he said that he wants to help us and he hates to see me get mixed up in all this, but really doesn't want to get involved at all."

"Plus, he hates Derek's guts," Stiles piped in.

"Yeah," Scott agreed, "But he thought our idea to try to find others to help us was pretty good, he just doesn't want be one of them. But apparently there actually is some sort of union/league thing… It's not very organized, but he said that certain werewolves are responsible for keeping track of the number of other werewolves in a given area. Basically, if you move somewhere or if you bite someone you're supposed to register. Granted, it's really inefficient and almost no bitten wolves are registered… But it still could be something."

"Did he give you the name of the guy for our area?"

"Yeah. His name's Sergio Cano. But the thing is, if we go see him he'll only tell us whether or not there are other werewolves in Beacon Hills, not who they are. Unless, of course, they've made it known that they want other werewolves to be able to find them. But that almost never happens."

"But still, that's better than nothing," Amy reasoned.

"Yeah. Except it's a long trip – he lives in San Francisco. Derek said he could go alone and just spend the weekend up there."

"Can I go?" she questioned frantically; she wanted more than anything to go back to her hometown.

"You'll have to ask him," Scott replied with a raised eyebrow.

So, Amy decided, that's just what she would do. However, her scheming to get Derek to let her go with him was cut short by the sound of a very angry Coach Finstock.

Author's note: There you have it, guys! Haha do you think Amy will be able to persuade Derek? Is Allison trustworthy? And will getting caught skipping class be strike two for Amy with her parents? Please review!