Once Stiles and I realized that the two Hale's were gone we quickly made our way to his jeep. We rushed to the school to try and find Scott as soon as possible and warn him about who the Alpha is.

After fifteen long minutes we finally made it to the school. We rushed to the lacrosse field to see it empty. We then made our way inside and to the boys locker room hoping to find Scott and me praying that Nate was long gone.

We both crashed through the door, one after the other. Quickly turning the corner we see Scott slumped on the bench.

"Dude. We have a huge problem." Stiles says.

"Trust me, I know." is all Scott replies.

The next morning I wake up to the sound of my alarm and tears rolling down my face. I couldn't remember my dream but when I looked at my phone I saw some unread messages from Nate.

I felt the urge to cry again but quickly blinked the tears away, he does not deserve my tears.

I took a deep breath and rubbed my eyes as I made my way to my bathroom.

After showering and getting ready for the day I head downstairs wanting to grab something to eat. As I grab an apple my phone goes off indicating a text. Checking the message I see that Lydia texted the group chat with Allison and me to ask if we could go shopping

Before I could answer, Allison said sure but she needed to stop and make an errand beforehand. Lydia and I both agreed and Allison said she would pick us up.

Once the girls picked me up we headed to the woods. It was freezing out but I was happy for the distraction.

"Allison, when you said you need to stop for an errand before we went shopping, a five mile hike in the woods wasn't what I was expecting." Lydia complains, shivering as she walks next to me.

"Yeah, I mean, I don't mind but I really wish I wasn't in heels." I agreed with Lydia.

"It won't take long." Allison quickly replies.

"Can you at least tell us what we're doing?" Lydia asks.

"You'll see." Allison then shifts the black bag on her shoulder. She walks slightly ahead of Lydia and myself. "Before I forget, Lydia, I wanted to ask if you're okay with something."

"I'll say yes to anything if it includes getting out of here."

"Jackson asked me to go to the winter formal with him."

I immediately roll my eyes knowing that Jackson asked to get on Scott's nerves. Lydia blinks, not letting her emotions show.

"Did he?"

"Just as friends. But I wanted to see if you were okay with it first."

Lydia smiles, "Sure. As long as it's just friends."

"Well, yeah. It's not like I'm going to take him under the bleachers during lacrosse practice and start making out with him."

My mouth falls open, I never realized that Allison knew about that and I never told her, even though as her friend I probably should have.

Lydia looks shocked too then starts talking, wanting to defend herself, "Oh. Um, about that..." She trails off as Allison drops her bag and unzips it.

"We should be good here. It's isolated enough."

Lydia looks at me with wide eyes and I just shrug unsure what to say to end the awkward silence between the two girls.

Looking down into the bag we see a bow and quiver of arrows. Lydia once again looks at me then looks back at Allison, nervously laughing.

Allison reaches into her bag pulling out an arrow. She twists the arrow head off and replaces it with something else. "What's that do?" I ask, looking on with curiosity.

"We're about to find out."

She takes a firing position in front of a target pegged to a tree in the distance. Lydia and I stand behind her watching. Once Allison lets the bolt go, it quickly reaches the target. The arrow explodes against the tree with a bright flash of light.

We quickly blink our eyes as Lydia gasps, "What the hell was that?"

Allison lowers the bow, still staring at the tree, "I don't know."

I gulp making sure neither girl sees me trying to calm my racing heart beat. It's one of the flash bolts Scott told me about. Which means Allison will probably find out about werewolves sometime soon.

Allison moves to take the target off the tree. When she comes back Lydia speaks, "Well, that was fun. Any other lethal weapons you want to try out?"

I smirk but it quickly goes away when I hear something not too far away from us. Allison seems to hear it too because she cocks her head to the side trying to pinpoint the noise. Then a moment later, Lydia hears the noise too. All of our heads snapping in the direction of the movement.

"What was that?" Lydia asks.

I speak over the question, "We should probably head back to the car."

But Allison ignores me, "Hold this." She hands the bow to Lydia.

"What? Why?" Lydia asks, holding the weapon like she might shoot her eye out.

"I though I heard something."

"So what? Let's just go back to the car. It's probably an animal, and we're both freezing." I say trying to talk Allison out of checking out the noise like I know she wants to.

"I want to go check it out."

"What if it's something dangerous?" Lydia asks, looking wide eyed at the Argent girl.

"Shoot it." She answers, nodding towards the bow still in Lydia's hands.

Allison takes off before either of us can protest anymore. Lydia then looks down at the bow in her hands and quickly shoves it into mine, no longer wanting to hold the weapon.

The minute Allison was out of hearing distance I turned to Lydia, "How did she know you kissed Scott?"

Lydia looked helpless as she shrugged in response, "I was hoping you would know."

I pull my lips together and shake my head.

"What if she hates me now?" Lydia questions.

"Everyone makes mistakes, Lyds. She said yes to hanging out today. I doubt she hates you. Plus you're still getting used to having another good friend around."

"I have plenty of friends."

"Sure, we both do. But she's our first friend that we can actually trust beside each other."

Lydia opened her mouth to speak again but quickly shut it when we saw Allison. "Finally, can we go? My fingers are completely numb from the cold and look at you," Lydia gestures to Allison, "Your eyes are tearing up all over the place."

Allison quickly wipes at the tears grabbing her bag and bow. We then quickly start heading back towards the car.

When I get back home I sit at the kitchen table picking at the food on my plate. My mom finally notices my distant look, "Hey," She says quietly, gaining my attention. I look up at her with wide eyes, "Are you alright?"

I drop my fork, "Not really." I take a breath then start talking, "I caught Nate kissing another girl. I broke up with him."

"Oh Scarlett, I'm so sorry." She frowns and gives my hand a squeeze. "He doesn't deserve you. You are amazing and he is so stupid for not realizing that. You deserve the world, my beautiful daughter, and someday you will find that."

I sadly smiled, "I know. I just really thought he was the one mom. And I'm so confused." I groan before continuing, "Part of me is so angry that he cheated on me, like how can someone do that? If you weren't happy in the relationship just break up!"

I run my hand through my hair then start speaking again, "The other part of me is just really sad. Was I not good enough? Did I do something to deserve this?"

"Sweetheart, of course you didn't."

"But that's the thing mom. I know I haven't been giving him as much attention recently."

My mom interrupts me, "Nate is a big boy, Scarlett. If he was feeling upset about you doing other things he should have talked to you rather than cheat. Cheating is never okay, no matter the situation."

I nodded and bit my lip as my mom continued, "It's alright that you are feeling both pissed and sad. You have every right to feel that. You should be angry that he did that to you. And though I wish you wouldn't be sad over it, because trust me he does not deserve your tears, I understand why you are sad. Nate was your first love. But he will not be your last."

"Thanks mom," I whispered and quickly raised my hand to wipe the tears from my eyes. She then pulled me into a tight hug, only breaking away when we heard a knock on the door.

She got up to see Allison on the other side, "Hi Mrs. McCall, is Scott here?"

My mom smiled, "He's in his room." My mom moved out of the way to let her inside. Allison smiled at me then made her way upstairs.

When Allison was upstairs I looked at my mom, "Thanks again for listening."

"Anytime Scarlett." I was about to head up to my room but instead my mom stopped me, "I could actually use your help with something."

I cocked my head, waiting for her to continue, "I have a date tonight. Could you help me get ready." I brightly smiled, my mind completely distracted from our previous conversation, "Of course!"

My mom and I then make our way to Scott's room to let him know that she is going out, "Scott! I'm going to be coming home late tonight!" My mom yells before making it to his door and opening it.

Scott looks shocked at our moms attire. "What's wrong? The hair? Makeup?" My mom quickly panics.

"Stop!" I instantly scold, "Do you really think I would make you look bad?"

"Nothing is wrong, mom. You look beautiful."

Allison nods, "You look amazing."

"Amazing," Scott confirms then pauses, "Why do you look amazing?"

I roll my eyes as my mom answers, "Because, amazingly, I'm having dinner for once with a member of the male gender who's above the age of sixteen."

"Who?"

Before my mom could answer, I excitedly reply, already knowing the answer from when I asked earlier, "He's a medical rep who came by the hospital today!"

"What medical rep?"

As if on cue, the doorbell rings, "That medical rep. Oh God, I'm not done yet. I'm not ready. Come with me Scarlett to help me finish." Rushing out Scott's door, I follow quickly. My mom then yells at Scott, "Get the door. Talk to him. Be nice!"

About a minute later the doorbell rings again and my mom yells, "Scott! Get the door!"

Another minute the doorbell rings once more, "Scott, for the love of God!" My mom turns to look at me, "I got this, can you get the door."

"Sure," I smile, excited for my mom. I quickly reach over to give her a kiss on the cheek then rush down the stairs to get the door.

When I get downstairs I see Scott standing in front of the door, making no move to open it. I gently elbow him out of the way, he starts to protest but before he can I swing the front door open coming face to face with none other than Peter Hale.

I widen my eyes in shock as my stomach drops, I go to shut the door back in his face but before I do his hand reaches out stopping the movement.

My mom calls from upstairs, "What are you doing? Aren't you going to let him in?"

My hand is still gripped on the doorknob ready to try and close it on him once more, but once again he holds the door open.

"Really? Slam the door in my face? Come on, take a second to think that through."

"I'll tell her." Scott replies, simultaneously pulling me behind him.

"That I used to be a catatonic invalid with burns covering half of my face? Good luck with that."

"You hurt her... Even touch her..." Scott's threats are empty though. Peter isn't afraid of him, not at all.

"Scott, if I can interrupt your listing of the top five most impotent sounding threats for just a moment, try to remember I've been in a coma for six years. You don't think I'd like to have dinner with a beautiful women?"

My mom calls from somewhere in the house, "Half a second, sorry!"

I step away from the Alpha and his beta, quickly finding my black vans and black leather jacket. I sneak out the back door, cell phone in hand. I start walking down the street and call Stiles. He picks up on the third ring, "I need your help."

I explain the situation and he picks me up, I send a quick text to Scott so he knows the plan.

Stiles and I sit in the jeep trailing behind my mom and Peter. I clench and unclench my hands trying to stay calm.

Stiles glances at me from the corner of his eye, finally he grabs a hold of my hand, halting my movements, "Will you stop. You're stressing me out more than I already am."

"Sorry," I quickly mumble. Neither of us move to let go of the other's hand.

We see the car pull to the side of the road. When we finally make it to them Stiles drives his jeep right into the rear end.

Stiles and I glance at each other quickly as my mom gets out of the vehicle, we then move to do the same. "Stiles? Scarlett?"

"Mom?" "Mrs. McCall?" We both ask feigning surprise.

Stiles continues, "Wow. This is crazy. Talk about a coincidence."

My mom, exasperated, looks at me, "When did you even leave the house."

I shrugged, "A few minutes before you, I think. I asked Stiles to hang out."

My mom sighed as I bit my lip. The three of us then turned to assess the damage to the cars. Stiles then speaks up, "I don't know what happened. You guys came out of nowhere."

"Came out of nowhere? We were parked on the side of the road."

"How crazy is that? We should call the police, do an accident report."

"I don't think that's necessary." Peter says, finally joining us.

"You sure? I'm feeling a little whiplash." Stiles raises his hand to rub the back of his neck.

"You have whiplash? You hit us!" My mom says through clenched teeth.

"Something's definitely wrong with my neck."

"Something will be when I'm strangling it with my bare hands."

I glance towards Peter as I see him step away but I speak up before Stiles can reply bringing their attention to me, "Mom we're sorry okay. It was a complete accident. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine Scarlett. I just wish this date wasn't ruined."

"I'm sure it will be fine, accidents happen. He has to understand that." I tried to give her a reassuring smile but I knew it didn't reach my eyes.

After another few moments Stiles and I left my mom and Peter but only when we knew she was going to be safe.

"God, I am the world's worst daughter." I sighed and shoved my head into my hands.

"You were just doing what you had to in order to protect her. I on the other hand am the world's worst son."

I looked up to see Stiles slouched in his seat with a distant look in his eyes, "What happened?'

Stiles then sighed and explained that he got his dad drunk so that he told him about the case with Derek he was working on.

"Stiles," before I could continue my thought he just shook his head.

"I know I shouldn't have done it."

"You're right. But that doesn't make you a horrible person. And I'm not either no matter how I feel. We wouldn't be feeling guilty if we weren't good people."

Stiles tilted his head towards me and nodded. I then got out of the car and made my way up to my room, finally ending the day.