"Um... Stiles?" I asked my boyfriend as we and Scott hopped out of his Jeep. "What are we doing here exactly?" I noticed he had a bottle of alcohol in his hand. "When your best friend gets dumped-" Scott cut him off. "I did not get dumped!" He yelled. "We're taking a break."

"Oh, SORRY." Stiles retorted. "When your best friend is taking a break, You get your best friend and girlfriend drunk."

"Hand me the bottle," I asked Scott, and he shoved the bottle towards me. I took a swig, and gave it to Stiles. "You know, there are so many other girls out there besides Allison, Scott." I told him. "Yeah." Stiles agreed. "Lots of other fish in the sea."

"You want a drink?" I offered Scott. "You're not drunk yet."

"I'm not anything." He muttered, looking blankly at the fire.

"Am I drunk?" Stiles asked below us, rolling around in the leaves. "Dude, you're fucking wasted." I said. I was just slightly tipsy. I don't think werewolves can get drunk. Eh, who knows.

"Aww, look at the three little bitches getting their drink on." I quickly glanced up at two guys smirking at us, and one of them took the bottle from Scott. Oh, they've gone and done it now. No one, and I mean no one, takes alcohol from Alex Elizabeth Stone. I stood up, glaring at the two guys. "Give me the bottle back you dickheads!" I threatened. I backed them up into a tree. "You want the bottle? Gonna have to jump for it." The guy held the bottle high in the air, and I have to admit this guy was like monster tall. But I don't do jumping.

"I'm going to tell you one last time." I paused, and my eyes started to glow electric blue. "Give. Me. The. Bottle." I growled. The guys instantly stopped laughing, and immediately handed me the bottle. "You have three seconds to run." My eyes were still blue. "One..." They took off, the leaves making a crunch as their leather shoes hit the forest floor.

I turned back to my guys. "Well, that was easy (insert imaginary easy button here). Lets get out of here. I'll drive." I threw the bottle at Scott, who caught it with ease.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. "God shut up alarm!" I threw my alarm/radio across the room at the wall. "Not ready to go back to school yet?" Kelly asked as I hid under my covers and she walked into the room. "No." I Answered. "Want to stay home one more day?"

"No."

"Want to get an iPhone 5 and a letter from Hogwarts?"

"YES!" I shot out of bed, rummaging through my drawers for clean clothes. "Yeah, well, you can't have them." She smirked. "Screw you." I snarled.

"Hmmmm... Ah, here." I grabbed a pepperoni stick from the fridge and hopped in my car to get to school. I ate my pepperoni stick on the way there, licking grease from my fingers. I actually needed that, werewolves need like 3,000 calories a day. So, whatever. Don't judge. It's not like you've ever eaten a pepperoni stick in under five minutes.

"Oh, shit, I forgot about that test today. Oh well, it's not like I'm already failing that class. Which class was it again?" I asked Stiles as we headed for class. "You're hopeless." He laughed. "You okay about the full moon tonight?" He asked seriously. "There's a full moon tonight?"

"Yes, you idiot."

"Okay... Everyone take their seats. Mr McCall." He motioned for Scott to grab a desk for the test. I grabbed a seat next to Stiles and moved my chair closer to him to copy off answers. "You have forty-five minutes to complete the test," Mr. Harris prepared a timer on his iPad. "Begin."

After a while of watching Scott, he started sweating and looking around. His eyes fell on me, and for a second I thought they flickered yellow. He tried to concentrate on his test, but I think the full moon was starting to do what it does best: Fuck with werewolves. Scott got up, and ran out of the classroom. "Mr. McCall!" Harris yelled. Stiles and I got up and raced after him. "Mr. Stilinski! Ms. Stone!" Luckily he didn't chase after us.

"He went this way." My nose led us to the locker room, that's a surprise. I heard the shower running before I saw it. Scott was standing under the spray, his head resting against the tile wall. "Dude, you okay?" I asked. "No." Scott replied simply. "What, are you changing?" Stiles asked. "No, I-" Scott tried to inhale deeply. "I can't-"

"Stiles, he's having an asthma attack." I reached for Scott's bag that Stiles was holding, and found the inhaler. I threw it to Scott then he took a puff of air from it. "Wha- I was having an asthma attack?" Scott looked at us. "No... You were having a panic attack. But you were thinking you had an asthma attack, which actually stopped the panic attack." Stiles informed him. "Ironnyyyyy..." I muttered.