"How in the holy hell did he find out?" Stiles asked, freaking out. "I don't know!" I yelled. "Did he say the word?"

"What word?"

"Werewolf. Did he say 'I know you two are werewolves.'"

"No but he said it pretty freaking clearly." Scott said. "Besides, he doesn't have any proof! Whose gonna believe him anyways?" Stiles said. "Oh I don't know... Allison's father!" I threw my hands up in the air. "Oh. Yeah. It's bad." Stiles looked at the ground. "I need a cure. ASAP." Scott grabbed Stiles's arm. "Okay, when are you going to see her next?" I asked. "Allison's in my next class." Scott replied.

"Get the necklace."

"Did you get the necklace?" I asked Scott as I took a bite of Stiles's chicken strip at lunch. "No..."

"Great."

"Don't worry. I have a plan B in case something like this happened." Stiles said. "Which is...?"

"Just steal the Goddamn thing." Stiles took a sip of his water bottle. "Just climb in her window after school." I suggested. "I'll try." Scott said.

I took a swift glance at Lydia's table and saw Jackson staring at Scott and I. "Guys, Jackson's watching us," I notified Scott and Stiles. I pretended like nothing happened, and nibbled on a French fry. "Scott, Alex. Can you hear me?" I looked up instinctively and realized that the voice was Jackson's. "What's wrong?" Stiles asked.

"Jackson's talking to us. He knows we can hear him." Scott said. "Crap! Stiles, talk to us, pretend like nothing's happening." I urged my boyfriend. "I can't think of anything, my minds completely blank!" Stiles whined. "Stiles Stilinski's mind is blank? You have nothing to say?"

"Not under pressure! Besides, he's not even sitting with them anymore."

I checked the table and sure enough, he was gone. "Where the hell is he?" The three of us scoped the room. "Looking for me?" Jackson said. "I'm right here."

I growled under my breath. "I'm gonna kill him." I muttered.

"So, what else can you do? Are you stronger, can you see better? I knew there was no way you suddenly were decent at lacrosse, Scott. Wha- can you even play lacrosse?"

"Yes." Scott answered Jackson, squeezing his mini water bottle. "I bet my co-captains gonna score me a bunch of shots at the game. And while you're off pretending you're not a cheater, I'm gonna ruin your life if you don't give me what I want. I'm gonna start with her. I'm gonna ruin every chance you ever had with her." Scott was shaking, sweat pouring down his face.

"Scott, calm down." I touched his arm and he growled at me. "Well then. Be mean. Fine." I huffed.

"And when I'm done with that," Jackson continued, "I'm gonna get her all alone... And I'm gonna put my hands all over that tiny little body."

"Scott, you can't let him have this kind of power over you." Stiles said reassuringly.

But Jackson wasn't done yet. "How do you think you're gonna feel... When she's screaming my name..." Scott snapped his tray in half, causing the whole lunch room to look at him, and I finally located Jackson standing in the corner by the vending machines. He bit into his apple, smiling with satisfaction. I glared at him.

"Hey, Stiles!" Stiles's dad called from downstairs. "Yeah da- Derek." Stiles jumped at the sight of him, and I got up from the swirly chair. "What do you want now?" I challenged him in a whisper. "I just have to ask Stiles something." He said.

Stiles had a chat with his dad, and walked back in his room. "Scott didn't get the necklace?" Derek asked. "No." He turned to his computer. "But there's something else we can do."

"What?" Derek and I asked in unison. "When we were at the school, Scott sent a text to Allison asking her to meet him there."

"So?" Asked Derek. "So, it wasn't Scott." I said. "Can we find out who sent it?" Derek walked over to the computer. "No, not us. But I know somebody who can."

"You want me to trace a text?" Danny said. "Yeah." Stiles replied. "What makes you think I know how?"

"I looked at your arrest report..."

"No! We're doing lab work!" Danny insisted. He looked back at Derek and I, but especially looked at Derek. I bit back laughter as Derek glared at me. "What? Is not my fault that you're good looking."

Did I really just say that? No. No. No. I can't fall in love with a wolf from another pack! Besides, I'm dating Stiles. I looked at the ground, blushing. But...

"Who's he again?" Danny asked. "My cousin..." Stiles began the lie. "Miguel." I couldn't hold it in. I rolled around on the ground, laughing my ass off. "What's so funny?" Stiles asked. "Nothing... Never mind." I sat up on his bed, still laughing inside my head. "Is that... Blood on his shirt?" Danny asked.

"Oh, yeah. He gets these terrible nosebleeds. Miguel," Stiles got Derek's attention. He looked up, glaring. "Yes... Stiles?"

"I thought I told you you could borrow one of my shirts." He motioned to his drawers. Derek shut the book he was reading, and took his shirt off. I stared at him. He should take his shirt off more often. And the tattoo on his back... I was pretty sure I was drooling by now. "Um... Stiles?" Derek growled, holding a dark colored t-shirt. "This... No fit." He snarled. "Then try something else on." Stiles said.

"I'm gonna need the ISP, phone number and exact time of text." Danny began typing stuff into the computer. Oh yeah. Derek won him over.

"Hey, that one looks pretty good. What do you think, guys?" I looked at Derek who put on an orange and blue striped t-shirt. "Yeah!" Stiles faked. "What do you think, Danny?"

"It's not really his color." He said feebly. Derek took the shirt off. YAYYYY!

"There. The text was sent from a computer." Danny announced. "No way... That can't be right..." I muttered. On the bottom of the screen, in big red letters read: Melissa McCall.