"After being closed Thursday and Friday, Beacon Hills High School is back open…" The news was on as Leah came down the stairs on Monday morning, scratching the back of her head. Her dad was in the kitchen watching the news on the smaller television when Leah walked in. He glanced over and lifted his coffee cup at her as Leah went to the fridge, "Police search continues for alleged killer, Derek Hale—" The television abruptly shut off. Leah closed the fridge door and squinted at her dad, who sighed at her.

"Sorry." He lamely said.

"So Mom still hasn't found Derek." Leah started, pouring herself some orange juice.

"They'll get him. She's a part of a search party that's going out to look for him tonight." Her dad nodded at Leah, "Don't worry, she'll find him."

"Great." Leah yawned before taking a sip of her orange juice and walking away from the fridge.

"You doing okay?" Drew asked, turning to watch Leah settle on the stool in front of the island. Leah nodded as she took a sip of her orange juice, "I saw the brownies." Drew glanced over his shoulder at the two tupperware containers filled with brownies.

"Just felt like baking." Leah shrugged, finishing her orange juice, "That's all really." She licked her lips as her dad raised his eyebrows at her, nodding, even though he didn't believe her.

"Feeling ready for school?" Drew asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Never." Leah groaned, slipping off of the stool and putting her glass in the sink. "But I guess I better go." She raised her eyebrows at her dad before going over to kiss his cheek, "Later."

"Love you." Drew responded.

"Love you too." Leah said as she walked out of the kitchen. She gathered up her things, already dreading the thought of school. She slept in as late as she possibly could and took her time getting ready; she had no inclination of going to school and dealing with…Stiles.

Leah knew that she wouldn't be able to avoid him for long, but it didn't mean she couldn't try. She was still feeling pretty upset with herself for what happened at Allison's and for what happened when Stiles drunk called her. Overall, it had been a shitty weekend and it seemed her brain wasn't letting her forget it, not matter how hard she tried.

Her ride to school with Scott was a silent one, both of them mulling over their past mistakes, stuck in a cycle of regret. Scott was still upset about Allison while Leah was trying to figure out ways to avoid Stiles during school.

Leah's first plan of action was to sit on the opposite side of the room during English class. Stiles didn't notice, since he had gotten to class before her. She had debated skipping class, but realized that it would be pointless; she would have to skip all of the classes they shared, which were many. Allison gave Leah a confused look as she walked into the classroom before glancing over to Stiles and her brow relaxed. She sat down in front of Leah and turned in her seat,

"Is everything okay?" Allison whispered out, "Did you guys talk?" Leah swallowed and twirled her pen in between her fingers,

"Uh, yeah, I guess you could say we talked." Leah responded, raising her eyebrows.

"And?"

"And he's in love with Lydia." Leah simply said, looking up at her friend. Allison gave Leah a sympathetic smile and looked over to Stiles before looking back at her,

"I'm sorry." Leah made a face at Allison's apology,

"I mean, it's fine. I'm well aware of it. Nothing's changed." Leah shrugged as the bell rang. Allison gave her an understanding smile and turned around in her seat as the class began.

She managed to make it through her english class without any causalities. Leah stayed quiet and didn't answer any questions, trying not to draw attention to herself. The period seemed longer, and at some points, Leah found her eyes flicking over to the back of Stiles' head, watching him take notes or hear him try to answer a question about the reading. But once the bell rang, Leah all about jumped out of her seat, pushing past Allison and heading out of the classroom before anyone could talk to her.

While Leah was walking to Chemistry, she saw her mom and the sheriff walking out of the principal's office. Leah felt her stomach drop; it was never good whenever her mom and the sheriff were at school. As she got closer, she noticed Stiles sitting on the floor outside of the office and she quickly turned around, trying to avoid him. Tara noticed Leah and pressed a hand to the sheriff's arm, indicating that she was going to talk to Leah for a moment. The sheriff nodded and Tara caught up to Leah, one hand on her holster, the other reaching out for Leah's arm.

"Hey, honey." Tara said, turning Leah around. Leah raised her eyebrows and forced a smile on her face. Her eyes darted to see Stiles was staring at her and Leah quickly looked away, back to her mom, "Don't you have a test to get to?"

"Yeah, yeah, I do." Leah said, glancing back over her mom's shoulder and noticing that there were two men in suits standing a little ways off, talking to each other.

"Then why aren't you there?" Tara asked, getting Leah's attention.

"What's going on?" Leah asked, "Why are you here? Who are the suits?" Leah fired off her questions as Tara let her hand drop from Leah's shoulder, crossing her arms over her chest.

"State detectives." Tara answered, looking over her shoulder at the men in suits, "We're still trying to find Derek." Tara gave Leah a small smile and Leah nodded.

"Dad said you were going to go out tonight." Leah stated, beginning to get nervous; she remembered that that night was a full moon.

The boys and her already had a plan for Scott, one that was set before Leah kissed Stiles and before Stiles drunk called Leah. Leah briefly wondered how that was going to affect their evening, but decided not to dwell on it—instead, pushing it down and focusing on her mom. She didn't want her mom to be out on a full moon, especially with a rabid Alpha on the loose.

"…we're gonna get him." Tara assured her, finishing her conversation with Leah—one that Leah hadn't been paying attention to. Leah took in a breath as her mom gave her a reassuring smile.

"Just…be careful." Leah finally settled on, "Okay? I mean you're pregnant and being in the woods this late isn't—"

"I'm always careful, Lele." Tara nodded at her, reaching out to rub Leah's shoulder.

"No, Mom, just really be careful. Especially tonight." Leah emphasized. Tara gave Leah a look, before laughing a bit.

"Leah, just go take your test." Tara instructed, "Leave this to us, okay?"

"Mom, please." Leah whispered, trying to get her mom to just agree that she would be careful. "You've never dealt with this before." Leah was referring to the full moon and the werewolves, but Tara thought otherwise.

"I know. Which is why we brought in the state detectives." Tara glanced over her shoulder again and Leah fell back on her foot, "Please, go take your test." She insisted, giving Leah a small smile. Leah nodded before instinctively hugging her for a moment. Tara hugged Leah back and then Leah stepped back, turning away from her mom and heading down the hall.

Although Leah was worried about her mom going on a manhunt for Derek during a full moon, she knew there was nothing she could do to stop it. The sheriff's department needed to find Derek, since Leah, Stiles and Scott had pinned the murders on him, plus claimed that it was him who trapped them in the school. It didn't matter to them that an Alpha werewolf was the one killing everyone; mostly, they weren't aware of the supernatural. Leah felt that it was better that way since it would keep them out of danger and the boys agreed. But still, it didn't mean that Leah couldn't worry.

Before the attack at the school, Harris had scheduled an exam for the class, which everyone was annoyed with but there was nothing they could do. So Leah filed into the exam room with the rest of her class, trying to find an empty seat towards the back corner hoping that Allison would take the seat next to her so there was no way Stiles would be stuck next to Leah. But as luck would have it, Stiles chose to sit next to her, letting out a sigh as he flopped into his seat. Leah slid down in her seat in response, trying to look smaller than she already was. Stiles glanced around the room and gave Leah a little head nod, which made Leah's stomach worms start moving around again. She swallowed and pushed herself up straighter, taking a blue book and ducking her head down as Harris starting talking to those coming in late.

Tapping her pen against her desk, Leah tried to calm herself down. She kept reminding herself that Stiles was in love with Lydia, that he had called her about Lydia. But it wasn't helping calm down the stomach worms because her mind seemed to wander back to the kiss.

"Can you stop?" Leah's head flicked up and over to see Scott glaring at her, seriously glaring at her. Leah's eyebrows went up and Scott pointedly looked to where Leah was furiously tapping her pen on her desk.

"Oh," Leah stopped her pen, "Sorry." Scott shook his head, not responding to her as he turned back around in his seat. Leah frowned and pulled her sleeves over her hands as Harris addressed the class.

"You have forty-five minutes to complete the test. Twenty-five percent of your grade can be earned right now simply by writing your name on the cover of the blue book." Leah quickly scribbled her name on the cover as Harris continued to talk, "However, as happens every year, one of you will inexplicably fail to put your name on the cover, and I'll be left yet again questioning my decision to ever become a teacher. So let's get the disappointment over with." He paused for a moment before saying, "Begin."

Leah flipped open the cover of the blue book, starting the test with the rest of the class. She was actually pretty good at her science based classes, maybe not as smart as Lydia Martin, but she hadn't ever gotten below an A minus. It was one of her favorite subjects and, as much as she disliked Harris, the content came easy for her and was actually interesting—especially biology.

Chewing on the end of her hair, Leah was halfway through the test when Scott suddenly got up out of his seat and ran from the room, bag and all. Leah's head flicked up, watching him go and she didn't even pause before getting up and following after him, Stiles on her heels as Harris called after them. Leah didn't realize Stiles was following her until they got out into the hallway when she turned to look down one way, finding Stiles standing next to her rather than Scott. Leah took in a small breath and then shook her head; now was not the time for her teenage angst.

Spotting Scott's backpack at the end of the hall, the two of them walked over to it and Stiles crouched down to pick it. Leah looked around herself, seeing if Scott had reappeared as Stiles took out his phone. Turning her head at the sound of Scott's ringtone, Leah walked past Stiles, following the tune.

As the pair got closer to the boys' locker room, the tune got louder and Leah broke out into a slight jog, getting to the locker room faster. Scott's ringtone ended as Leah reached the entrance, Stiles coming up next to her. Leah stepped inside, fearing the worst, but noticed the locker room was empty, the only sound coming from the showers. Stiles and Leah exchanged a quick look as Stiles hiked up Scott's backpack on his shoulder, starting forward. Leah was a few steps behind him as they walked to the showers and Leah expected that Scott had shifted, but instead, he was standing under the shower, shirtless and breathing rapidly.

Scott turned the shower off and turned to at his friends, eyes wide and full of worry as he tried to slow his breathing. His back was against the wall as he looked in between the pair,

"I can't—" Scott started to say.

"What's happening?" Leah began to panic, as Stiles asked, "Are you shifting?"

"No." Scott shook his head, "No,—I can't…breathe." Stiles' eyes widened and he quickly went into Scott's backpack, pulling out Scott's inhaler.

"Here, use this." Scott looked confused as he took in another hitching breath, "Come on, do it."

Leah's brow furrowed and she chewed on the end of her hair as Scott took the inhaler from Stiles' hand, bringing it to his mouth. After taking a puff, Scott seemed to calm down and looked down at the inhaler before looking back up at his friends.

"I was having an asthma attack?" Scott asked, taking in a deep breath. Leah relaxed and spit out her hair, letting her arm drop to her side, the other was across her midsection. Scott shifted his stance, obviously a lot calmer than he was a few moments before.

"No, you were having a panic attack." Stiles pointed out. Leah licked her lips and kept her eyes trained on Scott as Stiles explained himself, "But thinking you were having an asthma attack actually stopped the panic attack. Irony." Leah took in a breath through her nose and glanced at Stiles,

"You used to get them a lot after your mom died, right?" Leah quietly asked, getting Stiles to look at her. He nodded slightly and then both of them looked back at Scott.

"Not fun, huh?" He asked Scott, who shook his head in response.

"I looked at her, and it was like someone hit me in the ribs with a hammer." Scott explained. Leah realized he was talking about Allison and she took in a deep breath, glancing over to Stiles, who wasn't paying attention to her.

"Yeah, it's called heartbreak." Stiles rocked back on his heels, "About two billion songs written about it." Stiles tilted his head to the side, making a face before glancing at Leah, who quickly looked away and back to Scott. Scott was staring at her, almost like he was waiting for her to say something.

"I'm sorry." Leah lamely said, "I'm sorry this is so shitty. You just…gotta get over her."

"How can I do that when you're still hanging out with her?" Scott bit out, pushing up against the shower wall to stand up a bit straighter. Leah raised her eyebrows and pushed her bottom lip out along with her chin,

"What am I supposed to do?" Leah asked, "Not be friends with her?"

"I can't stop thinking about her." Scott sighed, not answering Leah's rhetorical question.

"Well, you could think about this: her dad's a werewolf hunter, and you're a werewolf, so it was bound to become an issue." Stiles pointed out, motioning with his hands.

"Dude, I mean, yeah, you got dumped, and it's supposed to suck." Leah agreed, going the more normal route.

"No, that's not it." Scott shook his head, water still dripping from his hair, "I mean, yeah, it's the breakup, but it's more than that." Scott paused, "It was like I could feel everything in the room, everyone else's emotions."

"It's gotta be the full moon." Stiles shrugged, "So we'll lock you up in your room later just like we planned. That way the Alpha, who is your boss, can't get to you, either."

"Wait, I thought we declared his boss innocent?" Leah asked, brows furrowing, "Did I miss something?" Neither of the boys answered her as Scott stepped closer to them,

"I think we need to do a lot more than lock me in my room."

"What? You mean because if you get out, you'd be caught by hunters?" Stiles asked.

"No. Because if I get out…I think I might kill someone." Scott seriously said. Leah felt her breath catch as she stared at her best friend.

The sound of something slamming suddenly woke Connor up from his nap. He took in a deep breath and looked around the burnt down living room. There was no sign of Derek and Connor figured he had to be upstairs. Pushing various papers off of him, Connor sat up from the couch, heading up the stairs and seeing his best friend in the middle of the floor, surrounded by papers.

"You okay?" Connor asked, leaning against the doorframe.

"Fine." Derek gritted out. "I need to find the Alpha."

"This the full moon talking or…?" Connor trailed off as Derek took in a breath.

"Both." Derek settled on. Connor nodded and raised his eyebrows, rubbing his fingers over the bridge of his nose.

"Are you ready for tonight?"

"I'll be fine." Derek seriously said.

"Really?" Connor raised his brows, "Cause last I remember, you needed the Triskelion to help you."

"I was sixteen." Derek responded, glancing over his shoulder at Connor, "I'm fine now. I have an anchor."

"Which is?" Connor asked.

"Anger." Derek shortly said, "Focusing on anger, aggression, keeps me human." Derek explained.

"Well, you sure have plenty of that." Connor scoffed out, picking at the paint on the doorframe. Derek heard the jab and took in a sharp breath through his nose,

"Is there something you want to talk about?" Derek prompted. Connor pulled the corners of his mouth down and shook his head,

"No, just thinking about how there's a sixteen year old beta about to experience his first real full moon and you're here, chasing a dead end instead of helping him." Connor made a face, "But it's fine, he has Leah and Stiles, who I'm sure will be just fine."

"You did just fine." Derek reminded him.

"I was forced to do just fine." Connor shot back.

"What is it with you and this kid?" Derek asked, getting to his feet, "I'm not his Alpha, remember?" Derek turned to look at Connor,

"Yeah, but you want to help him. You keep saying you want to help him, but all you're doing is helping yourself!" Connor laughed out, pulling his shoulders up.

"The Alpha killed Laura, remember? Right now, this is a little more important than a couple of teenagers who framed me for murder!" Derek shouted out, reminding Connor that he was currently the most wanted man in the state. Connor pursed his lips and took in a breath,

"You're right." He said after a moment, "You're not Scott's Alpha." Connor paused, "But whoever is, still has control over him, still has control over what he does and don't you think tonight's the perfect night to make him a part of his pack?" Connor tilted his head to the side, staring at Derek for a moment before walking away.

Leah walked out of the locker room before Scott and Stiles did, still a bit shaken over Scott's confession. Paired with how he was acting towards Leah, she should've realized the full moon was having a negative effect on him. Even if the full moon hadn't risen yet, it was still looming, which meant Scott's wolf side was bound to be a bit stronger. It made sense that everything was just as intense as it was the first time around.

The bell had rung while Leah was walking down the hall, which meant that she had missed the rest of the exam time. Leah let out a sigh as she walked into the emptying classroom, Allison was already gone. She went over to her desk, picking up her things and circling random answers before handing her test in to Harris. Harris gave her a look, which Leah ignored, slinging her backpack over her shoulder. She glanced back to make sure she had everything, only to see that Stiles had come into the classroom to grab his things. Leah headed for the door as Stiles walked to hand in his exam.

"Hey." Stiles called after her as they got out into the hallway. Leah paused, closing her eyes as she regretted her reaction; she should've just ignored him, "So I think we need to get something better than handcuffs." Stiles continued as he walked up to her, "I can stop by the sports store and get chains and stuff." He suggested as Leah began walking. He fell into step next to her, "Maybe a couple other restraints. There's gotta be a whole section for that stuff, right?"

"Yeah." Leah answered, not looking at him.

"Or you could go beforehand. Or we could go together." Stiles rambled.

"It's up to you." Leah sighed out, eyes on the cafeteria door. She felt her phone buzz and looked down to see there was a text from Lydia, reminding her that they had to work on our History questions. If it were any other day, Leah would be annoyed with the text she had just received, but this time, she was more grateful than anything; it got her out of being with Stiles. Even if it did mean she had to spend time with Lydia, Leah was at a place where she would rather be with Lydia than with Stiles—that's how uncomfortable she was.

"Are you okay?" Stiles suddenly asked, putting a hand on Leah's arm to stop her from walking. Leah froze and tensed up, stepping to the side as the worms started moving around in her stomach.

"I'm fine." Leah said, putting her phone back into her pocket.

"You sure? Cause you've been off like all day." Stiles laughed a little, not noticing Leah's reaction to his touch. Leah didn't respond, causing Stiles to explain, "I mean, I — not even a kink jab? Or—or a joke about a sex shop when I mentioned restraints." Stiles grinned at her as Leah rolled lips her together and crossed her arms over her chest, "Leah?" Stiles stopped walking, glancing over at her, smile dropping a bit. Leah took in a breath and looked at him,

"I'll see you at practice." Leah finally said, giving him a tight smile before kicking her foot out and walking away from him.

Her fingers went to her necklace, playing with the vial of mountain ash as she walked down the hall to find Lydia in the library. She didn't bother looking over her shoulder, forcing herself to not care if Stiles was still standing in the middle of the hall. If she had looked, she would've seen Stiles watching her walk away, brow furrowing in confusion before he shook his head and walked into the cafeteria.

Lydia was set up at one of the round tables in the center of the library so Leah immediately spotted her. Letting out a sigh, Leah walked over to her and set her bag down on the ground next to the empty chair. Lydia was sitting straight up and tapped her pen against the table as Leah pulled out her textbook.

"Sorry, I completely forgot that we were meeting." Leah said, scooting her chair forward.

"It's fine. All of us are a little scatterbrained after what happened." Lydia airily said.

"Right." Leah nodded, reminded that Lyda was also trapped in the school. It seemed like no one else in school knew that the group was trapped. The sheriff's station had managed to keep everyone's names out of the papers, mostly because the group was a bunch of minors, but Leah was still grateful. "Crazy times." Leah breathed out, opening her book. She glanced up at Lydia, seeing that she was staring at her.

"Thank you." Lydia finally said, "For getting help."

"Oh, uhm—" Leah let out a short cough, shifting on her chair, "It was nothing." Leah shook her head, a little thrown off by Lydia's gratitude, "Just wish I was in there with you guys so I could help." Leah gave Lydia a small smile, "Heard you made a…self-igniting Molotov cocktail." Lydia tilted her head to the side, a knowing smirk gracing her features, "What issue of Cosmo was that in?" Leah asked, not hiding her amused smile. Lydia gave her a knowing look before opening her textbook.

The two of them worked through the first couple of questions, but Leah's mind kept drifting back to Stiles. And what he said about being in love with Lydia. Leah studied Lydia for a minute, trying to see what Stiles saw in her. Sure, Lydia was smart—Stiles probably knew that, since he kept such close tabs on the girl. And it didn't help that Lydia was beautiful, her makeup was perfect and her hair was always looking like she had just come from the salon. Not to mention her clothes looked like she had Cher's closet from Clueless. Lydia was everything Leah wasn't, look-wise. Leah realized that maybe she could use Lydia to her advantage; maybe if she started to look and act like Lydia, she would grab Stiles' attention.

"Can I ask you something?" Leah abruptly asked Lydia. Lydia raised her eyebrows at Leah, "It's, uhm, kinda weird." Leah continued. Her knees were up against her chest, notebook resting against her legs, "I mean, not weird, but weird for me." Leah made a face.

"What?" Lydia sighed, preparing for the worst.

"How—Do—" Leah made a face, not really knowing how she wanted to phrase her question, "Okay, so hypothetically—No—"

"Leah." Lydia rolled her head back, "Just spit it out!"

"What do you do if you start to like one of your friends? But you aren't supposed to like him because ew and he just sees you as a bro but you want to be more than a bro." Leah made a face and chewed down on her pen, "How do I not be a bro anymore?" She finished, taking the pen out of her mouth and licked her lips, "Boy advice. I need boy advice."

"Oh, well, you've certainly come to the right person." Lydia gave Leah a charming smile. Leah swallowed.

"I feel like I made a big mistake." Leah whispered out.

"So what are we talking? In depth?" Lydia asked, leaning forward, all thoughts of history homework forgotten.

"Can you just give me like the SparkNotes version?" Leah asked, moving her hands around as she glanced at the clock.

"Makeup." Lydia held up a finger, "Wear more colors." Another finger, "And for the love of God, stop cursing." Lydia rolled her eyes in the most extra way.

"All of that sounds like torture." Leah whispered out.

"Then start small." Lydia shrugged, "If he likes you like more than a…bro, he'll notice the changes." Lydia said as the bell rang. Leah nodded as Lydia started to gather up her things,

"Ah thanks, Lydia." Leah sighed out, closing her books and sitting up straight. "I know we don't usually do this…" Leah motioned in between them,

"I always love a project." Lydia gave Leah a charming smile, "Especially when it comes to makeovers." Leah frowned and titled her head to the side, squinting a bit at the small jab, but Lydia already strutted away from Leah. Leah took in a breath and thumped her forehead against the table, groaning to herself.

The rest of the school day went by smoothly; Leah didn't talk to Stiles for the rest of the day, or Scott for that matter. She went through her classes by doing as little work as possible while Lydia's advice floated around in the back of her head. Leah made a mental note to herself to hit up the local drugstore to see if she could find anything that resembled makeup, but wouldn't be too noticeable. But first, she had to get through lacrosse practice.

Leah found herself standing next to Scott, who was sitting on the bench, in the boys' locker room. She had her arms crossed over her chest as she leaned against the locker, waiting for Finstock to share his announcement.

"All right, geniuses, listen up!" Finstock yelled out, getting everyone's attention, "Due to the recent pink eye epidemic—Thank you, Greenberg—the following people have made first line on a probationary basis, emphasis on the word probationary." Leah stood up a bit straighter as Finstock unfolded the piece of paper he was holding, "Rodriguez! Welcome to first line. Taylor, and, uh...Oh, for the love of crap." Leah dropped her arms from her chest, leaning forward a bit as Finstock brought the paper closer to his face,

"I can't even read my own writing. What is that, an s?" Leah slumped down, noticing how Stiles perked up a bit, "No, no, that's not an s." Stiles slumped down, "That's a—that's a—That's a b. It's definitely a b." Finstock laughed to himself before continuing, "Uh, Rodriguez, Taylor, and, uh Bilinski." Stiles' head snapped to the side and he jumped up from his seat, freaking out. He let out a whoop and Leah took in a breath, tensing up a bit.

"Bilinski!" Finstock shouted.

"Yes?" Stiles answered.

"Shut up!" Stiles laughed and fixed his pads.

"Yes, sir." He sat back down on the bench and Leah leaned back against the locker, wanting to get out onto the field and let go of her pent up energy.

"One more thing." Finstock said, holding up a finger, "From here on out, immediately, we're switching to co-captains. Congratulations, McCall." Leah's jaw dropped as she reached down to lightly punch her best friend on the shoulder. She couldn't be more proud of him, but Scott seemed unfazed by the announcement.

"What?" Jackson suddenly snapped out.

"What do you mean, what? Jackson, this takes nothing away from you." Finstock explained, "This is about combining separate strengths into one unit. This is about taking your unit, McCall's unit, we're making one big unit." Finstock explained, merging his hands together for emphasis, "McCall, it's you and Jackson now." Leah nodded, a massive grin on her face as she looked around the locker room, "Everybody else…asses on the field! Asses on the field!" Finstock yelled out, dismissing the team. As much as Leah hated that she wasn't on first line, she couldn't help but be happy for Scott.

"Kane!" Finstock barked out, getting Leah's attention, "My office." He motioned to Leah, waving her back into his office as the rest of the team went out to the field.

"What's up, Coach?" Leah asked, hands gripping the front of her chest pad and tugging it down a bit as she stepped inside his office.

"You're back on first line." Finstock simply said, gathering up his equipment.

"Wait, what?" Leah asked, brow furrowing, "But I thought—"

"You haven't been in trouble in the last couple of weeks and I had a very lengthy talk with the vice principal." The lacrosse coach laughed, "He agreed to let me put you back on the field." Finstock finished. Leah made a face, nodding a bit.

"But I thought there were only three—"

"Are you questioning my decision, Kane?" Finstock cut her off, "I'm the coach, I decide who plays and who doesn't."

"Got it." Leah made a face and nodded, giving her coach a thumbs up, "Uh, thanks Coach." She continued, "I won't disappoint." Finstock grunted at Leah and nodded.

"Get your ass on the field, Kane." Finstock waved at her with his clipboard. Leah made her thumbs up into finger guns at her coach before backing out of his office and turning to grab her stick from where she left it on the locker room bench.

Leah headed out of the locker room, about to burst with happiness. She was back on first line, Scott was co-captain and everything else just didn't matter at the moment. Leah was too excited to worry about anything else and she couldn't wait to shove it in everyone's faces that she was back.

She turned the corner, going for the lacrosse field, and happened to glance over to one of the offices only to do a double take when she saw two people in the middle of a heated make-out session. Leah's eyes grew wide as she stepped up to the window, realizing that it was Scott and Lydia in the middle of a very heated make-out session. She couldn't help but watch as Scott's hands roamed around Lydia's back, dipping down to her ass as Lydia gripped his hair. Leah's eyes narrowed as she raised her hand to bang on the window, startling the two. Scott's head flicked up and Leah saw that his eyes were dark, Lydia glanced over her shoulder and rolled her lips in, stepping back from Scott and smoothing out her skirt. Leah slowly shook her head at them as she stepped back from the window, turning and walking away.

The door to the office opened and Leah heard Scott's cleats on the floor as he tried to catch up with her, "Leah, wait—" He said. Leah paused and took in a breath, spinning around to look at her best friend, braid whipping out behind her.

"What the fuck?" Leah snapped out, "What the fuck, Scott!" Leah placed her hands against Scott's chest and shoved him back. "God, what were you thinking!? Lydia!?" Leah shoved Scott again a bit harder than before.

"I was doing exactly what you told me to do!" Scott reacted, shoving Leah back as he spoke. Leah took in a sharp breath; Scott had never laid a hand on her with the intent to hurt her before. "Right? You're the one" Another shove, "who told me to get over Allison!" Scott raised his arms out and Leah scoffed, rolling her eyes,

"So you picked Lydia?" Leah raised her eyebrows, motioning to where Lydia would've been if she had come out of the office. She was getting a little angry with this new Scott she had to deal with; it wasn't her best friend.

"Is there a problem with that?" Scott asked, stepping closer to Leah and tilting his head a bit. Leah squinted at him, pulling her chin back,

"I'm sorry, who are you and what have you done with my best friend?" Leah asked, pressing a hand to her chest, "You do know that Stiles is obsessed with her and when he finds out, he's going to kill you."

"Since when do you care about Stiles?" Scott asked, squinting right back at her as he stepped closer to her, almost stalking towards her.

"I never said I cared." Leah responded, not moving from her place in the hallway as her hand dropped from her chest.

"But you do." Scott lowly said, "I can smell it on you." Scott stepped closer to Leah so they were mere inches apart, "It's coming off of you in waves…all of your feelings for him."

"Shut up." Leah said through gritted teeth, fists clenching as Scott leaned closer to her. He smirked at her,

"You reek of desperation."

"Fuck. You." Leah responded in a low voice as Scott continued to smirk at her. Leah took in a deep breath through her nose and then let it out slowly, trying to control the urge to smack her best friend.

Instead, she whirled around, making it so the end of her braid whipped across Scott's face as she stomped away from him, seething with anger.

A/N: Any questions, comments, concerns or cries of outrage?