"So… you're telling me… I have to keep an eye on Liam because Scott couldn't keep his mouth to himself?"

Scott and Stiles looked between each other and then back at me. Stiles started shaking his head like it was a bobble head and in the most captain obvious tone ever said, 'Um, yeah."

"B, I wouldn't even ask you, but I can't. You're the best option to keep an eye on him until we see if he turns tonight. Just for tonight- follow him around and be nice to him!"

"Yeah- but not too nice," Stiles made sure to add, holding his hands out and wagging a finger no.

I scoffed at him, rolling my own eyes. "My best friend hates him and what am I supposed to do? Be like, 'Hey I know my brother and his best friend kidnapped, bit you, and I haven't even spoken to you since the sixth grade but now I want to be your best friend'."

"I mean, yeah. But leave out the kidnapping and biting maybe," Scott said. I swear he could be so clueless sometimes. They made me feel so dysfunctional half of the time.

"I literally said this was going to happen, and you called me superstitious- like what does that even mean. And now here I am being forced to participate in the exact thing I didn't want to- which is crazy wolf shit. How am I supposed to keep an eye on this kid when I have practice? Am I supposed to follow him around school- what if he just doesn't want to talk to me? I can't"

"Relax!" Stiles grabbed my arms and stopped my panicked rambling from going off the rails. I did that a lot when I was stressed. It started when Scott got bit and has not had the chance to get any better. "Just keep an eye out. I'd prefer it if you didn't talk to him anyway."

I inhaled deeply, and finally let it all out when I felt a little more calm. I glared at Scott. "It just had to be Liam."

Then there I was, waiting at the buses instead of for Hayden in our usual spot because I had to see if Liam was going to even come to school today. His friends; Mason, Garrett, and his girlfriend all filed off the bus but there was no Liam in sight. Oh no… this could be bad.

I spun on my heel and started to jog towards the school's entrance but someone's heavy body collided right into mine, sending me straight on the floor. Before I even looked up I was already hoping it wasn't him. I slowly glanced up at the person in front of me.

It was.

Liam was panting, sweating, and looked extremely panicked. Well here he was, but it was still really bad. He held out a hand to pull me up, and I took it. When he pulled, I almost felt like I was flying. Damn! He Was already getting stronger.

"I'm sorry," he panted out, not even making eye contact. He was too busy grabbing at his chest and looking everywhere but at me.

I looked at my hands and noticed they were all scraped up. Nice. But I'd be okay. Liam was the one who was tripping hardcore. I grabbed his shoulder and squeezed, "Are you okay? Why are you so sweaty?"

"I ran here. I just got up and ran here," He said, still breathless.

"You really need to relax," I tried, still holding onto him.

He shook his head furiously and apologized, "I gotta go, I'm sorry!"

He took off jogging into the school, fully bumping into people like they didn't even matter. I yelled Scott's name low enough where people wouldn't think I was crazy, but that he definitely could hear me. I was not cleaning up this mess alone. I followed after Liam, trailing him through the halls and still saying Scott's name to myself. He better get his ass over here.

"Yoohoo! Did you forget about me?" Hayden stepped directly in front of me, her frame blocking my view. And there he goes..

"I'm sorry, I was busy," I explained, "my brother needed my help."

"You know you used to say that all the time last year, and then you promised you were gonna be a better friend and we were going to actually meet at the front of the school like we planned to everyday back in the eighth grade." She dragged out her words in annoyance, making sure to add head movements and facial expressions with every single line.

"I didn't mean to leave you hanging, I just got caught up! Don't stress about it, I'll be there tomorrow and I'm here right now."

She rolled her eyes but accepted the answer I gave her and moved out my way. I couldn't follow up on Liam, though, because she entwined our arms and pulled me the opposite direction where our lockers were. "So what was wrong with Stiles?"

"Him and Malia had a rough morning, I wanted my house to stay at peace so we just talked things out and I got here a little late. I'm so drained."

"Well lucky for you, free get out class free card with all the sports stuff going on."

"Thank God we go to a school that prioritizes sports!" We laughed together but my laugh was forced and stress ridden. I felt really bad about Liam, and knowing what Scott went through, it was good to have someone there for you. I just hoped Scott had heard me and could get to him.

The bell rang and we shuffled our way to class, but I couldn't focus at all during class. For some reason, I couldn't shake the thought of a panicked Liam running to school. Scott had such a terrible time adjusting to Wolf life, he even spent the majority of his time trying to find a way to cure himself. The wolf who turned him was actually evil and was trying to kill a whole list of people. It was crazy and Stiles did his best to hide it from me since I was like 14 years old, but it was hard. Even my brother needed someone to help him because of the stress of handling Scott. I knew Liam really needed a support system.

But at the same time, getting involved with Liam literally will open up the exact can of worms I dont want Stiles and Scott to be getting poured on them. My brother getting possessed and putting us in debt was really hard on me and like everyone else- but really me. I was the overprotective one at this point.

And as much as I wanted them to ignore the situation, I knew Scott wouldn't ignore the boy he bit, and there the whole gang was, standing at the bleachers during my softball practice, begging me for help.

"So I'm like not popular at all, but I'm going to invite him to a party?" I relayed everyone's plan to them as I tied up my cleats.

"First of all," Lydia said, "there's no reason why you're not popular." We all glanced at my brother and there was a silent pause before she continued, "okay- well besides that, you're pretty, play sports, and you're smart as hell. You could definitely dress a little better but…"

Lydia hummed, and walked up to me. I couldn't help but crinkle up my face as she pulled my hair out of my ponytail.

"Um, what are you doing?" Stiles protested, peeking behind Lydia to look at me. My hair was long, and draped past my shoulders, hugging my shoulder blades and chest. I barely saw myself with my hair down- I just liked it up and out of my way during school.

"Okay, but like how about this, too," Mallia said, stepping forward herself. Another cringe as Malia grabbed the sides of my t-shirt and gave it a solid tug. The ripping noise of the cotton filled the silence, and she whipped out her claws next to cut the sleeve completely off, leaving me in a DIY muscle tee that showed my sports bra and some stomach.

"Wait, wait, wait- what is going on?" My brother was becoming more and more aggressive as he saw what was going on. I didn't feel comfortable in this transformation either!

"She should pull up her shorts more," Kira mentioned, nodding her head to convince us.

"Okay, no!" Stiles protested before I could even say anything in response but I felt the exact same way so he didn't even have to worry. I didn't need him to speak for me, Growing up with only boys had made me modest as ever.

"Yeah, I disagree With this a lot, but thanks for asking. I'm at practice, I can't just leave and go convince Liam."

"Do I have to beg?" Scott asked, giving me these sad puppy dog eyes. "You still have time! Just…run."

I was way too nice, these people just knew all it took was a little begging and pleading and I was going to turn into their little minion. Malia did it with her at home free tutoring, Lydia did it with keeping up with the assignments she couldn't get too, Scott and Stiles with literally anything! And now I was going to donate my time to helping Liam without his damn consent.

I felt so out of place dressed like this. Growing up with no girl friends got me accustomed to dressing like my brother; sweaters, tank tops and plaid tees, skinny jeans upon skinny jeans upon skinny jeans. But now here I was, walking up to Liam

Dunbar wearing actual spandex and half a shirt. I just had to be hot and convincing.

Liam was walking through the back halls as if he was skipping class. He did not look any less panicky than he did a few hours ago. Okay, at least that made me more motivated to trick him into needing some help.

I picture Lydia in my head and try to mimic her sassy walk. Okay, breathe. "Liam!"

He turned at my call and gave me a slow once over. "Stillinski," he barely stuttered out, "are you okay?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well, you're wearing… nothing."

"Oh I just forgot something before I started softball practice." Speaking of, I didn't really have much time before that started. I have to kick up the gears. "But I'm glad I saw you. I'm throwing a party at my cousin's lake house tonight. I wanted it to be for all the freshman sports players- some motivation before we have no time to party. Plus it seems like you need a break already. You down?"

I was shocked at how good I was able to make up some random story! Good on me and let's just hope he believed it.

"Will Hayden be there? I don't want to argue with her."

Think fast. "No, no. I'm trying to distance myself from her."

Silence filled the air between us. Liam kept his eyes trained on me, but I was looking anywhere but his face. I had about five minutes and he had still not given me a real answer. I shuffled my feet and finally made eye contact. It felt different now, like I didn't even want to look away. It felt like one of those butterfly effect moments.

"Do you know about any of the stuff that your brother and Scott are talking about or are they just really weird?" He asked softly. He sounded so sad and confused. I knew I could say something real, that meant something to his situation- and I really wanted to- but I could just leave that to the one who freaking bit him!

"They're super weird," I forced out a fake, stiff laugh. "So I'll see you tonight? It'd mean a lot if you came, I've been meaning to talk to you since you transferred over here."

I added a hair twist, head tilted to the side, and hip popping out. Again, Liam gave me a once over. He asks, "Really?"

"Yes! Liam." He was making me lose my patience now. "Give me your number, so I can text you the details. I want you to be my date."

I wish I could control the feeling of my heart pounding. I didn't even think about rejection or anything like that- Fuck! Okay now my heart was really pounding. I quickly wiped my palms on the back of my thigh as Liam held eye contact for a second.

Liam nodded his head and approached me, making me instinctively look anywhere but at him. As if he knew I was feeling super flustered, he pulled his phone out and came close enough for our shoulders to touch. I finally looked at his face while he typed in our phones. He had such a baby face, and a cute little gap. I always found people who made imperfect teeth look better than boring teeth even more attractive.

Liam caught me staring as he handed the phone back. He smiled shyly and I could see his face turning a soft red. He would probably be tucking his ear behind his ear if he could right now. "Not the same nerdy Liam Dunbar, right?"

"No, even worse," I joked. "I gotta go, but I'll definitely text you."

He nodded and moved away from our little exchange. I couldn't believe he was even flirting with me, but it could also just be a full moon thing. I remember how Scott was acting over Allison when he was going through his first full moon- but did that mean he actually liked me? I didn't really care…. It was just interesting. Plus, I had to run my ass off back across the school before I missed every bit of practice. I didn't have time for boys.

"Obviously no one thought this through! And I refuse to let my little sister sit in the car with that runt on the full moon!" Spit flew out of Stiles mouth as he yelled at Scott over the phone. I had no choice but to sit and listen to him come close to shitting his pants.

He paused to listen to Scott talking back, nodding his head with a hand placed firmly on his hip like he was a parent or something. He was so goofy. I had gotten out of the shower to hear them arguing. The full moon and transportation had been brought up when Stiles, Malia, and I had gotten home. I had gone straight to the shower to let them figure that out since this was their master plan and I was just the pawn.

I had to get Liam to Lydia's lake house where they were going to jump him and lock him up along with Malia who still had no control over herself during the full moon. The full moon was of course a wolf's biggest weakness when they weren't used to its effects.

"You really think that would work?" A pause. "Okay, that could work." Another pause. "Nevermind, I don't like it." Another pause. "Why don't you get your own little sister to use as bait." Another pause. "I know, I know. Fine. Fine! I'll tell her. Yeah, whatever- hate you, bye."

Stiles turned to me after he hung up the phone. He had a terrible grimace on his face that didn't make me feel any type of confidence. "Kira is going to be the fale uber for you too, just in case there are any slip ups."

I nodded in acknowledgment, and we sat in silence, peering at each other through the bathroom that connected our rooms. My brother and I did a lot of staring and mind reading in those seconds. He was super worried, and even though I really wasn't, I couldn't exactly give him any reassurance that I would be perfectly fine. I didn't trust LIam in the slightest but I didn't think he would massacre me as soon as the moon started to rise- this isn't a movie.

For this date, I still had to look the part or else I would honestly be embarrassed. That little interaction in the hallway made me feel different about Liam. Maybe it was the whole idea of him being so helpless and.. Cute- let me just be honest - and I felt like I wanted him to look at me a certain way, too. Fuck it.

Out of Stiles grasp and in the privacy of my room, I straightened my hair and curled the ends to frame my face. A little concealer, blush, and mascara later and I was staring into my mirror actually surprised at how angelic and soft I was looking. My relationship with makeup was honestly the same as my hair- I didn't really have time or care enough to do those things. I think every girl starts school with the idea of them dressing up, doing their makeup, and hair every morning but only the strong survive and strong I was not.

This was a fake date, though, so even though my face really looked the part, I just put on some black skinnies, and a tank top with an off shoulder sweater over it. As soon as I Was ready I sent a text to Kira, telling her to come pick me up, and then Liam to let him know I would be on my way. As soon as I hit send I started getting super nervous again. I really needed to chill out- it was just a fake date. But I was the one who knew that and not Liam.. So why was I freaking out?

Stiles knocked on my door, ripping me from the trance I had put myself in. "Come in."

Stiles wasted no time swinging my door open, and giving me a once over. "Dude, are you wearing makeup?"

"Duh. I have to look the part."

We were quiet for a minute, me not looking at him but I could feel the daggers he was staring into me. Finally he said, "bro, don't tell my you like Liam, the same kid who punched you in the face-"

"In the sixth grade?"

"Who cares? Dad and I wanted to kill that prick… I still kind of do."

"Well, I don't like him."

"That was such a lie," Malia said matter of factly, joining us in the doorway. I have never been more annoyed with her presence like I Was now. I was actually praying for Kira to text that she was here at this point.

"I don't like anyone! I don't like the fact that I have to even preoccupy myself with this because Stiles and Scott were so upset that he is really good at a sport. I mean I would be mad if some kids with supernatural powers tried to break my arm because I'm a naturally sick pitcher. I didn't volunteer to be in this little scheme anyway- and now you're going to criticize me liking Liam because you think you can tell when someones lying with your powers? I just need a break, seriously! Seriously." I let out a long sigh after my rant, and looked up at my brother and his girlfriend giving me these wide eyed shocked expressions.

"Are you done?" Stiles pointed at me and all I did was roll my eyes in return. After a quick moment of silence Malia perked up and announced, "Kira is here."

"Oh thank God." I got up and shimmied past the two of them. Stiles immediately started to follow behind me as I went down the steps.

"DO you need pepper spray? A knife? Try to sit in the front seat or something." I ignored him all the way to the door but he was still trailing behind me. "Let me know if Kira has a sword or not- make sure you ask!"

I was practically sprinting towards her Kia by then, immediately getting in the back seat just. "Please go!"

Kira looked back with the most perplexed look but I just nodded as furiously as I could. That whole interaction was so embarrassing for me. The overbearing brother thing was new in this way- I don't think he has ever asked me if I liked anyone before. I don't know why I was so scared to tell him anything. I mean I didn't really even kn0w for myself. Having a crush is so different from actually liking someone. I just thought he was cute, that's all.

"Is everything ok?" Kira was always so caring.

"Yeah." I sighed out, "here's his address."

She typed it in a red light, and then looked back at me. "You look so pretty, you should come out more often."

"I'm a sixteen year old honor student athlete, it's not really on my schedule."

"That's fair, I made the lacrosse team! After Liam had to get carried off the field."

"That's so cool, actually. I think you're going to be the first girl ever."

Kira grew a wide smile at my words and focused on the road with this dreamy look on her face. Uhh. okay. I changed the subject, "I really hope tonight goes smoothly."

"I'm sure it will, I'm here for anything," Kira gave a small smile and used one hand to grab something out the passenger side. She passed it back to me. It was a tazor. "I learned how to increase my power."

"That's actually pretty sick. Let's hope it doesn't get to that before I am out of the car, though."

We rolled down Liam's crowded neighborhood filled with large houses and nice cars. I kind of knew he had money, I'm pretty sure his step dad was a doctor or something. He was in a private school before he came back to the high school anyway.

I didn't even have to let him know we were outside in the 'uber' because he was on his front porch pacing. I couldn't tell if he looked normal or not. As soon as the car got a little close, he sped walked to the car.

He opened the door, and we locked eyes. Even I heard his sharp inhale as he shamelessly looked me up and down. My face got hot immediately. It must've been the full moon. I wanted to cover my chest and shoulder that was exposed so badly, but I couldn't. I did the most cliche thing ever and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear instead.

"Stillinski,' He said as he slid into the car, "you look amazing tonight. You're pretty all the time- but I-"

I cut off his stuttering with a small, "thank you." I was so flustered but it seemed like he was too. He kept closing his eyes tight and making fists. As the sun was going down, the sunset casted a shade over his face that made me have no doubts in my mind that he was definitely going to turn.

Once LIam was strapped in, he rolled down the backseat window and leaned back into his seat. I glanced at Kira through her rearview mirror, she had her eyes on Liam and even she seemed a little worried. I felt the speed of the car increase with no haste. Liam was panting and shaking his head ever so slightly.

"You okaY?" I asked, making him jump. I hope it wasn't me making him act like this.. I remember Scott with Allison before they were even together. Nutso.

"I'm just really hot." He looked at Kira with a grimace, "Driver, can you lower the music?"

Kira turned the dial down gently, but pressed harder on the gas in return. I gripped the tazor I had behind my back. Her being nervous was making normal human me even more nervous.

"Just relax, okay?" I hesitantly touched his hand that was actually burning hot. He sat up straight at the phsyical contact and looked me dead in the eye. His stare was so intense that I immediately moved away. He was actually kind of scary like this.

"I'm fine, sorry." He was staring so hard at me that even his phone buzzing made him jump. He looked at it and then asked, "Who else did you invite to the party?"

"Everyone!" I said cheerily. I really felt like I was the reason that his heart beat was elevating and I wanted to give him as little attention as possible. That little thing thinking each other are cute and giving these intense stares had to stop for Kira and I's sake.

"Driver, how far are we?" I asked in a rushed, exasperated tone.

Kira definitely was catching my drift. "Three minutes," she said while nodding her own head in a panicked way. Okay.

Three minutes felt like forever before we pulled into the driveway of Lydia's lake house. My heart had been pounding in my ears the whole ride, just listening to Kira's music and Liam's heavy, angry breathing. The sun was fully down by now, and the moon was making its way to the top of the sky where it would no doubt bathe LIam in all its shapeshifter activating powers.

Kira parked and I grabbed her shoulder, "there's a way to turn around if you bring your car to the back."

She threw me a puzzled glance before she caught on and quickly nodded. "Okay, thanks, have fun!"

Liam and I exited the car, he was looking around at the empty lot that only held Scott's bike, Stiles' jeep, and Lydia's car but those things made no difference to him.

I turned the knob and held the door open for Liam to walk inside. Stiles, Malia, Lydia, and Scott stood there in a row waiting for him in silence. Immediately he turned to me with anger flashing in his eyes, and was about to go for the door, but Kira walked in at the perfect time, shutting it behind her.

"Stillinski, What is this?" He nearly growled out.

I stepped to the side, shuffling uncontrollably from foot to foot as I scrambled in my head to come up with an answer.

"Listen, Liam," Scott said from where he stood. Thank god he was taking the attention off of me. "We're trying to help you. We've been trying to help you- we're the only ones who can help you with what's about to happen."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"I bit you, Liam. I'm a werewolf. That means you're going to turn into a werewolf, too."

Liam scoffed, letting out a dry and unbelieving laugh. I felt him when it came to all the disbelief. I was the same before I could see it with my own eyes.

"He's being serious," Malia was annoyed, I could hear it all in her tone. "I'm a were-coyote, she's a banshee, and she's a fox."

Liam looked at me next, as if he was trying to ask me a million and one questions with his eyes. All I could do was nod, hoping I was enough to combat any suspicion he had. He said, "I can't believe you. I can't believe this. I knew it was too good to be true."

"Scott is an alpha, it's his job to help you get through the full moon," I said I'm the most calming tone I could muster. I literally hated this interaction. And I did feel kind of embarrassed knowing I lied my ass off, and even looked and did myself up to match the part.

"The moon is already up!" Liam shouted through his gritted teeth. Oh boy…. "And nothing is happening! I'm just stuck here with a bunch of psychopaths who have been ruining my whole week and I swear to god, I'm getting the hell out of here! If anyone tries to stop me I'm gonna-"

Liam grabbed at his ears, turning his menacing shouting into painful yells. My brother rushed to my side and pulled me away from Liam and behind everyone else. Liam was actually freaking out; panting and covering his ears as he spun in circles.

Scott cautiously took a step towards him, "what's wrong, Liam?"

"You don't hear that?" He dropped to the ground, claws not fully out.

At the same time, headlights illuminated the room and music started to come from outside. Everyone shared a grimace. Now we would have an uncontrollable werecoyote and baby werewolf in front of all these people.

"Who did you tell about this?" Lydia asked.

"Only my friend mason. You said it was a party."

"And who did he tell?"

Kira peeked out the window and turned to us with her eyebrows drawn in and a grimace on her lips, "everyone."

Even though the shouting from outside started getting louder, all we focused on was Liam turning even more. He started to drag his claws across the wood floor in between his growls. Lydia protested this immediately and Scott and Kira scooped Liam up, using their combined strength to drag him away.

Malia was next, dropping to kneel over and growling herself. "Lydia, handle that-please!" Stiles said as he grabbed onto Malia. I grabbed the chains we used to keep her tied up and followed suit.

"You want me to entertain a bunch of freshmen?!" Lydia yelled.

"I promise I'll help!" I yelled back- but I still had to help my brother of course.

Malia had started to sweat profusely, making her hair damp and stringy. On top of that her brow had started to shift into the half coyote, half werewolf form that made her look menacing. Her yells and strength were becoming uncontrollable.

My brother and I dragged her to the basement and pressed her body against a support beam. She had enough control to let us handcuff her to the cement beam and tighten the chains.

Malia's growls were just as rough and threatening as Scott's and Liam's, but she had actually been in the wild and that's what made it more scary. I knew her enough that I trusted getting close to her, even while she snapped at me as I pulled her hair out of her face and into a ponytail. At least it would make her less sweaty and nasty.

"I got this, B, go help Lydia," my brother said finally, pulling me by the arm.

"Are you sure?" I asked, Looking between him and his girlfriend who had yet to stop jumping at him.

"Go! You too, Stiles!" Malia shouted in that deep half transformed voice.

"No, B, just go- I'm not leaving you." He was quick to turn his attention to his girlfriend, giving her a soft and caring tone in response.

I ventured upstairs and back to the party. No one was running screaming and crying because of a werewolf attack, so at least the plan worked out. I mean there's always a few hiccups when it comes to my brothers but we pulled through and that's all that matters. And I did look really nice in front of all these people!

I don't ever party, so I kind of felt awkward on what to do, so of course like the loser I was, I made my way to the couch to sit and keep an eye out on the lake house since I couldn't see Lydia anywhere.

Just as I was going to sit down, someone grabbed me with as much force as possible, turning me. It was Hayden.

Her hair was wet and she wasn't dressed for a party. Honestly she had on sweatpants and a long sleeve shirt with fluffy slippers like she was just ready to go to bed.

"Hayden!" I knew I had to sound as shocked as I actually was.

"Don't try to Hayden me," she mocked, "I don't even wanna hear any excuse you have."

"What do you mean?"

"Fuck you, baby. Imagine seeing on social media this really cool lake house party, asking around and finding out your own best friend threw it. And didn't even bother to tell you. You've actually been ignoring me all night."

I was flabbergasted. I didn't even know what to say because she was so right but so wrong. I couldn't tell her half of it. Not even a Quarter of what was really going on.

"Hayden it's not like that at all-"

"Sure, sure. I guess you're just too cool, now? Like what is it? Is that why you look like this? All gussied up. I wonder for who, is it Liam Dunbar?"

People were starting to look at us both, and I was getting even more flustered. She was seriously calling me out and even if I deserved it for being a shit friend- I didn't like being humiliated in public or any type of confrontation.

"You need to calm down, seriously," I said in a much lower and respectful tone. Maybe she'd get the hint.

"And you need to fuck off. I'm done, you treated me like trash last year and now you expect me to go through it again. Grow up and tell the truth, I'm not cool enough for you and your brothers juniors or whatever! I don't know and I don't care- bye!" She sounded like she was literally on the verge of tears- and I felt a pang in my heart as she stormed off. With everyone observing us like this, too?

Just when I thought the night would go good.

A/N: I just mass updated hella stories. Isaac/Oc and posted a new Derek/Oc STOP PLAYING GO READ! I'm having fun writing lately and been bussing out the mf chapters. Okay. This one is a long one, hope you liked it. 3