"God, Tess, you're freezing." Andre's voice broke through my thoughts, startling me. Her hand was resting on the side of my face, the warmth of her palm soothing to the chill on my skin. "I'll make you some tea and get you a blanket."

My sister bustled off towards the kitchen and I made no move to get up from the living room couch. I wasn't sure how long I had exactly been sitting there, but I wasn't exactly concerned with that in the present moment. I felt numb both physically and mentally. Everything that I had bottled up for the past few months seemed to have come spewing out of my mouth at the drop of a hat tonight. Between thinking everyone was going to die all the time and my visions of Peter, I felt like I was slowly losing my grip on my sanity. Not to mention, Lydia was also doing the same thing. Her visions of Peter were more frightening, more concerning than mine yet no one else knew except for me. I hadn't decided who I should tell, worried she may become upset with me if I did share this information with someone else. Just like how I hadn't told anyone except for Stiles about my weird reality jumping with Peter.

Erica vacated a portion of my thoughts with her words as she had dragged me down the hall just hours before. She said I had taken everything from her and I couldn't begin to understand what she meant. I hadn't even been around Erica until the beginning of the school year and it's not like we were exactly close. Where her anger stemmed from was starting to become more clear, but I didn't have all the answers I wanted-needed, if you will. I was too afraid to press the issue, not wanting to be around her by myself. Tonight was a testament to the fact that she actually took pleasure in seeing me in pain. Stiles had paid the price for that when we had gone looking for Boyd.

"Here," Andre sighed as she took a seat beside me. She wrapped a warm blanket around my shoulders, securing it tightly around my neck. "And this, too."

"Thanks," I responded softly while taking the cup of tea from her. The temperature of the cup seemed to warm me right down to my bone, making me realize just how cold I was. It wasn't exactly a surprise considering I had just been trapped in a swimming pool for nearly an hour.

"You okay?" Andre then asked, turning her head to look at me and leaning back further into the couch. "It was a quiet drive home."

I swallowed hard, staring into the steaming liquid before shaking my head. "No, I-I don't think I am." I answered. "And I don't think I will be until all of this crap ends."

"I wish I could protect you from all of this." Andre murmured, her voice strained. "Scott found me on the lacrosse field and told me that something was wrong. My heart just...sank. This was the first time we'd gone into something together and the thought of you being in danger was one of the scariest things I've ever had to endure."

"Ditto." I replied with a weak smile. Then, a deep sigh left my lips. "I'm scared of Derek, Andre. He-He told me that I wasn't worth it tonight and let his guard dogs run wild. He's inevitably putting Scott in danger and that's not fair."

"One thing you have to understand about Derek is that he's never had the upper hand like this before. He's never had so much...control." Andre began to explain, shaking her head and looking down at her hands. "He's been an omega since he was just a kid and Peter walked all over him-ruined his life. He feels like he's got something to earn."

I chewed on the inside of my cheek and then set the tea cup down, my stomach flipping too much to ingest anything. "I've been seeing Peter in these-these weird visions. It's almost like he's actually standing in front of me sometimes and I don't know how to explain it." I began, deciding that if there was any moment to share this with Andre, it had to be now. "It happened once at the hospital and then a second time at school. I started having a panic attack on the rock climbing wall. I-I don't know what's happening to me."

Andre's expression turned soft, her lips curling down slightly in a frown. She reached over and took my hand in her's, a deep sigh leaving her nose. "You and your friends have been through things kids wouldn't even dare to think is true. Tessa, you have seen horrific tragedies and suffered through so much trauma. I think those visions are a product of that."

"I think it's guilt." I choked out, a lump forming in my throat. "It's guilt because it-it should've been me on that lacrosse field. Peter should've bitten me and-and I know that's why I've been seeing him. Or maybe it's guilt from letting Derek kill him. He's supposed to be family and I watched him die."

"I'm selfish enough to say that I'm glad it wasn't you on that lacrosse field." Andre admitted quietly. "I was tasked with the job of taking care of you the second Dad died and Mom took off. If something happened to you under my watch, I'd never be able to forgive myself."

I digested her words and then swallowed hard, looking down at our conjoined hands. "I don't feel like a really great friend right now, Andre." I whispered. "Lydia is suffering from-from weird visions of Peter, too and there is nothing I can do to help her. Allison is hiding her relationship with Scott and living with her creepy grandpa. Stiles is emotionally drained because I'm just so stupid and I-I can't seem to focus."

"No one is expecting you to take care of everyone, Tessa. You have to understand that." Andre insisted, shaking our hands lightly. "It's impossible to be everywhere at once and no one holds that against you. You are doing everything you can."

I nodded, but I wasn't entirely convinced. Andre turned on a movie and we watched until she was ready for bed, kissing me on the forehead before going upstairs. I dumped out the untouched tea and tossed the blanket in the laundry room before also making my way upstairs. My night of sleep was restless and uncomfortable, images of the last couple of months flashing in my brain. I saw the beady yellow eyes of the kanima on the inside of my eyelids. I caught a couple hours of sleep here and there, but when my alarm went off for school I was already awake. Lugging myself out of bed, Andre offered to drive me. Lydia seemed to let it slide and didn't press too much. Andre claimed she just wanted to give me a ride, but I knew that she was worried about leaving me alone again. She'd dropped out of college at this point and her job at the hospital was limited with Peter being gone. During the day, she was researching and making sure we were safe.

Standing out front of the school, I felt exhausted. I didn't have the desire to see Stiles and I certainly didn't want to see Jackson. I always wondered if there was a way things could get even worse and it usually did. How worse it would get was always a mystery but today proved to be one of the times it was incredibly, undeniably a shit show.

Two shoulders knocked into each of mine and I nearly fell forward with the force of them. With wide eyes, I snapped my head up to see who the culprit was and I nearly threw up with horror. There waltzed Isaac Lahey and Erica Reyes who looked about as good as they probably felt. Erica had already made her grand entrance to the school but Isaac had to make his own. Erica looked over her shoulder and smirked at me with a venomous look in her eye before she entered the school.

I could suddenly hear my heart thumping in my ears and each breath was more rugged than the first. I wasn't sure which one I preferred-Derek hiding his uncontrollable betas or them at least trying to be normal at school. However, I knew that there was no way Isaac and Erica were going to tread lightly which only meant that Gerard was going to point his eyes towards them. They'd already been missing from school with incredibly convenient timing and now they were going to come back exhibiting qualities of someone who had just gotten a supernatural ego boost. My vision blurred as the panic slowly began to settle in and I gripped the straps of my backpack tightly. What if Scott somehow got wrapped into all of this and got an even larger target on his back? What if it landed us all in the palm of the Argent's, just like they wanted?

Suddenly, a pair of hands came down on my shoulders-violently breaking me out of my mental spiral. A terrified gasp escaped my lips and my entire body jumped dramatically, nearly falling over if it weren't for the person holding me down. I snapped back to reality to find a set of light brown eyes staring me down with worry.

"Tessa, you're okay. It's me." Allison's voice soothed, my reaction obviously giving my emotions away to my friend. "It's okay."

Panting, I let my eyes dart across Allison's form. It was as though I were analyzing all of her features to convince myself that she was real. "Allison." I repeated, letting her sense of security anchor me back to Earth. I swallowed hard. "I-I'm sorry."

"What's going on? I've been calling your name." Allison wondered, her dark brow knitting together in confusion. She carefully removed her hands from my shoulders.

"I-Isaac and Erica. They-they're here. They're at school." I stammered out, shaking my head and then pushing hair out of my face.

"What?" Allison breathed out, taking on the same terrified expression I had. She then let out a deep sigh, looking down at the ground. "Well, that's not good."

"Yeah," I agreed.

More people had arrived at school and were walking around where the two of us stood just in front of the stairwell into the school. I tried to search for the two boys in the crowd, but it was hard for me to focus on one thing. The lack of sleep and the constant sense of impending doom was starting to take a toll on me yet there was nothing I could do about it. Erica and Isaac returning to school wasn't exactly helping, either, but there was really nothing I could do about that...again.

"Look, we can't worry about that right now. If Gerard even suspects that we're interested in them, everyone could get hurt." Allison reminded me, shaking her head and returning her gaze back to me. She was quiet for a few moments and her face took on a somewhat worried expression. "Have you been sleeping?"

"What?" I choked out, my brow knitting in confusion at the sudden probe.

"You look like you've hardly slept in days, Tess." Allison murmured, her lips turning downwards. "Are you-"

"I'm fine." I answered abruptly, clearing my throat and then hiking my backpack a bit higher up on my shoulders. "I'm just a little...stressed out, but I'm fine."

Afraid she'd continue to press and I'd only bite back answers, I quickly swerved around Allison and hurried up the front steps inside the school. Once again, I scanned the area for two boys that might've already seen the tragedy that was our morning. In the sea of people, it was increasingly more difficult. I had managed to get my breathing back to normal and my heartbeat had decreased by only a second. Figuring I would be able to catch them later, I made my focus on getting to my locker. I gently pushed through random teens who were completely unaware of what was going on around them and ignored their innocent conversations about a party they had gone to that weekend or who had cheated on their girlfriend. Not that those things had mattered to me before, I found myself wishing for a moment that those topics were my main concern-not werewolves, homicidal families, and creepy lizard people.

I opened my locker door and began to unload my books, humming a soft tune to myself to drown out any noise around me. I'd taken on some interesting ways to keep myself from losing my mind and allowed the strangeness of it to pass over. However, the world just continued to throw other wrenches in my plans.

Once I finished loading my things, I took a deep breath and then shut the door of my locker. I let out a loud gasp and stumbled back a few steps when I found who was hiding just behind the door. Isaac Lahey looked less than apologetic and more egotistical that he had frightened me. As per usual, he stood nearly a foot and a half over me with new, broad shoulders to match. His newfound confidence and body mass made his presence more...unsettling. Before, I used to feel nothing but a sense of calm when I was around him. That all had changed the night I had abandoned him in the middle of the dance floor-the night I had made him feel like a fool.

His blue eyes beheld me with a look I had trouble recognizing. It was like two emotions were fighting against one another. Whatever they were, he didn't let me find out as he leaned against the row of lockers and let a smirk fall onto his features.

"I didn't mean to scare you." He finally spoke, his voice ingenuine. "Just wanted to say good morning."

"What are you doing, Isaac?" I asked through gritted teeth, clutching my books to my chest and giving him the sternest look I could manage. "I thought you hated me?"

"Oh, no, Tessa," Isaac sighed, shaking his head and then crossing his arms. "I don't hate you. I don't think I ever could."

"Then, what are you doing?" I demanded again, trying to ignore his words as desperately as I could. I wouldn't let him trick me into thinking that he had suddenly gotten a good night's sleep and now didn't want to rip my guts out.

Isaac paused for a moment as he decided what he was going to say next. "I wanted to...apologize for our interaction the other day." He began and my heart thumped hard against my ribcage. "I think I was a bit unreasonable."

"You mean the part where you told me you didn't care?" I inquired, cocking up an eyebrow and tipping my head to the side. "I heard you loud and clear, Isaac. You don't have to apologize."

I gave him a weak smile and then went to step around the boy, but a gentle hand came to wrap around my wrist to stop me from going. Now, I was standing almost directly in front of Isaac. His face was close to mine and the faint scent of pine I got from the old Isaac was still there. His blue eyes peered into mine with a mix of fear and anguish that I almost felt pity for.

"Please," Isaac whispered, his hand not increasing in pressure. He'd never laid a violent hand on ever and it wasn't going to start now. "I know that being on Derek's side makes you feel like you can't trust me or believe me, but you have to. Just this once when I say that I'm sorry."

I stared back up at him, the words momentarily gone from my throat. My mind seemed to draw a blank with our proximity and it was almost like I had forgotten why I'd taken Isaac to the dance in the first place. Regardless of our circumstances, Isaac had always made me feel safe. He felt like a pocket of normal in my crazy reality, even when he was now an integral part of that reality. Not to mention, it was hard to look away when he was still handsome as ever-now even devastatingly. Turning into a werewolf did have it's pros.

Then, his words dawned on me and I reeled myself back in to avoid falling into some sort of trap. "You're right." I murmured. "Being on Derek's side does make you the enemy, too, Isaac. And, if you were really sorry, you'd join Scott. You heard him that day on the ice rink-when you fought him unfairly."

Isaac's brow furrowed, as if he hadn't expected me to bite back. "Tess-"

"Let me go, Isaac." I urged, trying to keep my voice steady. "Please."

There were a few silent moments that passed in between us where we simply stared into each other's eyes. I was trying to convey how I felt to him, and he was doing the same. However, I really couldn't blame him. Isaac wanted power and strength, something he didn't have the luxury of his whole life. Siding with Scott meant that he couldn't just go around doing whatever he wanted and it would be going against his alpha. It was too much to ask for, I knew it, but it didn't hurt to at least try. I cared about Isaac, as much as I would try to mask it, and I wanted him to make the right decision. I hated seeing him wrapped up in this mess and the thought of him having a target on his back made me sick.

Slowly, each of Isaac's digits unwrapped from around my wrist. To my surprise, his hand slid up the length of my arm to my shoulder. He gently squeezed it before turning and heading down the hallway towards his first class. I stood there, numb and my skin tingling from where he had touched it. I stared at him until he disappeared and then pulled myself together.

It wasn't until math that I finally caught sight of Scott and Stiles. I was sure that by this point they had realized that Isaac was back at school and I could immediately tell by their body language that they had. Both of them were flipping through the pages of their book violently and had their hands snapped directly down.

"Oh, no. Did we miss the reading last night?" I chirped, highlighting my entrance as I walked in. The two boys suddenly jumped and whipped around to face me with wild looks on their faces.

"Tessa, you-"

"Are you-?"

Scott and Stiles stopped speaking once they realized they were talking over each other. I stared at them with wide eyes and carefully lowered myself down in my seat near them. I could see there was panic etched onto their features and I reeled back on my normal sarcasm.

"What the hell is going on?" I demanded, uneasy underneath their gaze.

"What do you mean "what is going on"?" Stiles squeaked out, flailing his limbs around. "Have you suddenly gone blind?"

"Whoa, Stiles," Scott said, reaching out a hand to land it on his friend's shoulder as if to calm him. The beta then sighed and turned to look at me with a much softer look. "What we meant was are you okay? They haven't…"

I understood exactly what Scott was alluding to and I quickly shook my head, swallowing hard. "N-no. Nothing." I assured him. "Other than scaring the ever living crap out of me this morning, nothing that would inflict physical pain."

"Good." Scott sighed out, his posture sagging slightly as if a weight were lifted off his shoulders. Stiles said nothing, clearly avoiding any further eye contact with me as he spun back around in his seat. Scott followed in suit.

We had all gone back to our books when the vacant seat beside me was suddenly filled, the scent of a very expensive cologne wafting into my nostrils. It was almost as if the simple gesture sent my brain into a frenzy. I felt all my limbs tighten up and my palms became slick with a nervous sweat. The proximity of Jackson and I was almost too much to handle considering our last encounter. Normally, I'd be a bit more calm about this. However, as of things lately, I was completely on edge-nearly about to tip off of it.

Jackson suddenly leaned forward on his desk and my eyes peered over at him curiously. "Hey, testicle left and right and...Tessa," He suddenly called underneath his breath, glancing in all of our direction. "What the hell is a kanima?"

My eyes suddenly widened and my eyebrows sprung up to my hairline. Scott turned his body to face Jackson with a starstruck expression, but his response was cut short by Coach entering the classroom. He slapped a book down on the desk to signal his entrance.

"Alright, listen up," He began. "Quick warning, before we begin our review. Some of you, like McCall, might want to start their own study groups because tomorrow's mid-term is so profoundly difficult...I'm not even too sure I could pass it. Okay, I need a volunteer at the board to answer the first question. Who's got it, huh?"

Everyone raised their hand aside from the three of us, other pressing matters more important. I was unable to speak, not even sure of what exactly to say to Jackson. He had come to me at least a week ago asking me what Lydia was and why he hadn't transitioned since being bitter. Now, he had somehow gained knowledge about the kanima that we barely even knew. I highly doubt that he was having locker room talk with Isaac Lahey and there was no way Erica Reyes would even bat an eyelash now with her newfound confidence. So, where the hell was Jackson getting his information from? If it was an outside source, we needed to cut that off before it exposed Scott or any of the other werewolves.

Fortunately, Coach picked a random kid who looked eager to answer the question. I glanced over my shoulder to find that Lydia had made it to school this morning, fashionable as ever in a bright pink leather jacket. We hadn't spoken much about her visions of Peter and she seemed more than pleased to keep it that way. When the redhead caught my gaze, she plastered on a smile and then twiddled her fingers at me. I managed a smile back and waved, turning back around in my seat just as Jackson decided to spill.

"Paralyzed from the neck down. Do you have any idea what that feels like?" Jackson demanded, keeping his voice low to avoid detection from anyone else.

"I'm familiar with the sensation." Stiles responded flatly.

"Wait…" Scott murmured, his face taking on a perplexed expression. "Why would Derek test you?"

I guessed I had missed a bit of vital information when I had turned around to assess Lydia. The fire that engulfed the veins inside my body seemed to literally sear my skin. I hissed through my teeth and sat up a bit straighter, catching the attention of all three boys. Scott's eyes darted in my direction and he tipped his head down slightly, as if silently telling me that now wasn't the time to get upset. That proved to me that they knew that any mention of Derek would do nothing but rile me up at this point. Even if I wasn't the biggest fan of Jackson, I still didn't want him getting paralyzed by kanima liquid just because Derek was paranoid.

"How should I know?" Jackson responded to Scott, shaking his head.

"Wait, do they think it's Lydia?" Stiles then quickly asked, his voice rising slightly in pitch as the worry became evident.

"I don't know. All I heard was her name and something about chemistry." Jackson answered, his tone sounding the slightest bit concerned.

I suddenly felt another presence join us and I looked up to see Coach slowly approaching. I let out a deep sigh and then plugged both fingers in my ears.

"JACKSON!" Coach exclaimed horrendously. "Do you have something you want to share with the rest of the class?"

"Uh...just an undying admiration for my-my coach." Jackson stammered out and I rolled my eyes, letting out a scoff. The boy shot a deadly glare my way before returning his attention back to our teacher.

Coach nodded his head slowly and let a fake grin drip onto his lips. "That's really kind of you." He murmured and Jackson ate right of his hand, smiling to himself. "Now, shut up! Shut it!"

I placed a hand over my mouth to stifle the bit of laughter that came from my throat. I sunk down in my seat slightly, pulling myself from the conversation to avoid any detection from Coach. The last thing I needed was to get screamed at and then thrown in detention. If Derek really was out to get Lydia, I needed to remain focused and available. Above all else, Lydia's safety was the most important thing to me. She was the only one who couldn't genuinely defend herself from Derek and his minions. I had to be her protection whether she knew it or not.

As per usual, Lydia raised her hand to answer the next question on the board and she was picked. I watched her flaunt her way up the board and she began to write down the beginning of her answer. Slowly, I watched as her pace began to stutter and waver. Eventually, her hand came to a complete stop, but I could see that it was shaking. The boys were whispering furiously to each other, unaware of the situation happening up front. I carefully began to sit up in my seat, my heart thudding in my chest.

To my horror, Lydia spun around with a sharp gasp, large tears in her eyes. Her makeup was smeared underneath them and her lips were quivering.

"Okay, does anyone else want to try answering the question? This time in English?" Coach asked uneasily, turning back around to face the class. As if he instinctively knew, his eyes looked to me and he gave a gentle nod towards the redhead.

Without a moment's worth of hesitation, I shoved myself up from my seat and hurried to the front of the classroom. I came directly up to Lydia and gently pried the chalk from her hand, placing it on the desk beside me.

"I don't-I don't know-"

"Shh," I soothed softly and wrapped an arm around Lydia, ushering her out of the room. I glanced over my shoulder to see Scott and Stiles both staring at me with wide, bulbous eyes before the door shut and they were gone.

Fortunately, the hallways were empty and I hurried as quickly as I could to the women's restroom. I let her enter before locking the door behind us. Her body was still shaking as she gasped for air and she leaned against the wall, clutching onto the front of her chest.

"He was there! He was there and-and he was throwing desks." Lydia eked out, her voice strained with terror. "I couldn't get away, Tessa."

"Who?" I demanded, keeping a safe distance from her while still maintaining some sense of comfort. "Who was there?"

"Peter!" Lydia cried out and covered her face with her hands, a choked sob coming from her throat. She was just as distraught as the night she had seen Peter in the ice rink and I tried not to let my own panic cloud my thoughts. "You couldn't feel him?"

"No, I-I couldn't." I murmured somewhat guiltily. "It wasn't real, you have to remember that."

"It feels real." Lydia hissed, pulling her hands from her face and giving me a pleading look. "It's like he's standing right in front of me. I-I can feel him-smell him."

"You're okay, now." I assured her, nodding my head. "I won't let him hurt you, okay?"

Lydia was silent for a few moments and then she nodded. "Thank you for getting me out of there." She whispered, her eyes looking down to the floor. Then, she cleared her throat. "Now, help me fix my makeup. Can't go back out there looking like a manicured trash panda."

I was never left unsurprised by Lydia's ability to act as though nothing had ever gone wrong in the first place. Her strength to let things momentarily roll off of her shoulders was something I desperately hoped I could possess and I greatly admired. She insisted I help her wipe the mascara from beneath her eyes and make sure she looked like she hadn't been crying. Although I was certain that everyone had gotten a glimpse at the real, struggling Lydia today, I did my best to help her at least feel like she was as stoic as ever. I tried not to let my worry for her fall through the cracks lest she refuse to tell me anymore about what she was going through. I was even more concerned than before with her having visions of Peter in the middle of class. Whatever was going on was being more real and had just revealed itself to the two people I was hoping wouldn't exactly find out. Not only did I wish to not add more to their plates, I wasn't exactly sure how to explain to them what was going on. Now with her major freakout in the middle of class, the guard dogs had more evidence to have her "tested" by Derek.

Once Lydia felt as though she had successfully pulled herself together, I went back to class to gather her things. I avoided any eye contact with Scott and Stiles, hurrying to head back to Lydia. Fortunately, our next class was Chemistry which I had conveniently started sitting next to her in. Once things had gotten dicey with Stiles and I, Scott thought it might be better if we had some separation. I had to admit I was slightly embarrassed-even the most clueless dork on the planet could sense that things were total crap between Stiles and I. However, today, I was thanking the lucky stars for my luck.

We made it to chemistry before Scott and Stiles, also to my luck, and planted ourselves at the table directly in the front of the classroom. The two of us pulled out our books and began to thumb through them, refreshing ourselves for what section we were currently working on. Lydia chirped some notes here and there, obviously getting the hint that I was exactly sure what the hell we were doing. Battling supernatural alongside high school was severely detrimental to any hope of me being able to keep up with academics.

I was suddenly knocked out of my refresher when an arm knocked directly into my book, making it slide across the table into a couple of glass beakers.

"What the hell?" I exclaimed without hesitation, my head snapping up to find out who the culprit was. I frowned deeply once I realized who and Scott gave me a sheepish smile. Lydia shifted beside me and that's when I caught sight who was on the other side of her. Letting my curiosity get the best of me, I carefully looked over my shoulder to see Erica and Isaac standing just a few feet away from our table. "Oh…"

To my fear, they took a seat just at the table behind us, looking smug as ever. Erica's red lips peeled into a vicious grin as she eyed the three of us venomously. Isaac seemed to only make eye contact with the two boys, avoiding me entirely. Not soon after, Allison entered the room looking just as confused as I had just felt. She soon caught sight of the pair behind us and the realization settled in.

"What is this? The Princess Protection Program?" I hissed underneath my breath to the two boys, raising my eyebrows at them.

"Forgive me if I'm feeling less safe with you two near me." Lydia chimed in, a fictitious smile gracing her features as she looked warily between Scott and Stiles.

"Will you just not be a pain in my freaking side for, like, two seconds?" Stiles growled, leaning forward slightly in his seat to shoot me a harsh glare. "Please!"

"Since you asked nicely, no." I responded, rolling my eyes and returning back to the front of the classroom where Mr. Harris had decided to make his grand entrance.

"Einstein once said, 'Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe'. I myself have encountered infinite stupidity." Harris spoke, wandering through the aisles of the classroom before landing an unkind hand on Stiles' shoulder. "So, to combat the plague of ignorance in my class, you're going to combine efforts through a round of group experiments. Let's see if two heads are indeed better than one. Or, in Mr. Stilinski's case, less than one."

Lydia tipped her head around to give Stiles a clearly enthused smile, enjoying the attack Harris was putting on Stiles. I couldn't help but giggle to myself, sinking down in my seat to hide any sign that I thought it was funny.

"Erica, you take the first station. You'll start with…" Harris trailed off when the sounds of chairs squeaking and clothes rustling filled the air. Curious, I turned to find that every male specimen in the room had raised their hand in the air desperately, looking like they were fighting for their life.

"Oh, give me a break." I groaned, letting my head fall into my hands.

"I didn't ask for volunteers." Harris scoffed, looking less than pleased at the reaction of Erica getting the first station. "Put your hormonal little hands down. Start with Mr. McCall."

My head shot up immediately from it's downright position and snapped to the boy sitting next to me who looked just as mortified as I felt. Of course the day we were trying to remain separate from the devil twins, we were getting squished together by them. It was like Mr. Harris had a sixth sense that allowed him to notice when we were trying not to ensue in supernatural chaos.

"Alright, next two," Harris continued without a hitch. "Ms. Argent and Ms. Martin."

I let out a silent sigh of relief, glad that Lydia had been partnered with someone who wasn't going to inject paralytic goop into her veins. Allison looked over her shoulder at me and gave me a comforting smile, nodding her head curtly. I returned the gesture and waited as Harris began to read out more pairings that had nothing to do with us.

Isaac was placed with another girl who seemed entirely too enthusiastic about the pairing and he slugged his way to the back of the room to sit beside her. That left only two of us left-Stiles and me.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading yet another very late, very rushed chapter of my story. I can't remember how many times I have apologized for my absences, but life has been particularly more chaotic lately. For those who have stuck around, I greatly appreciate all your support and love each and every one of you.

As always, please leave a review.

- Laura