I am a terrible person for not updating this in two months. I am SOOOOO sorry about that! I'm gonna try to be a lot better at this. I just get writer's block so easily and I keep dealing with a little annoying think called reality. It sucks, but I'm still gonna do everything I can to keep pumping these chapters out because I love you muchachos! So without further ado, here's chapter 19!

"Well, this should be fun," Natalie said sarcastically as she stretched along with Scott and Stiles, "Nothing says exercise like climbing a fake rock."

"Lighten up, Nat," Scott said, "Rock climbing is not that bad. It's better than almost everything else we do in gym."

"Easy for you to say," Natalie quipped, "You have an advantage with your wolfy powers and such. All I've got going for me is a camel toe from the harness."

Both Scott and Stiles groaned in disgust. "Oh, come on, Natalie!" Stiles exclaimed, "Was that really necessary?"

Innocently, Natalie shrugged her shoulders. "What? You've seen me naked before so that wasn't as explicit as I could've made that sound."

"Oh my god, enough!" Scott cried out, shaking his head and waving his hands, "That is way more than I wanted and needed to ever hear."

"Like we don't hear or see enough about you and Allison making googling eyes at each other," Stiles said, patting Scott's back, "Live with it, dude."

Soon after that, Coach Finstock blew on his whistle and told everyone to gather around so they could start. The students went by pairs so they kept trying to outdo the other. It was pretty funny to watch everyone trying to scramble to the top of the rock like spiders.

Natalie couldn't help but wonder if this was how Toby McGuire trained for his role as Spider-Man. That actually didn't sound like a bad idea the more she thought about it. Maybe rock climbing could be beneficial. Perhaps Natalie should invest in becoming an actor or a stunt double. Or even maybe a superhero!

Nah. Running around with werewolves was even for her to be considered to be heroic. Doing everything she could to not get mauled by every supernatural being that comes her way? That was pretty damn brave if you asked her.

After a few pairs went, it was Scott and Allison's turn. They were buckling up their harnesses when Natalie nudged Stiles with her elbow.

"Five bucks that Scott's gonna fall on his ass," she bet.

"You're on," Stiles smirked, bumping his fist with hers.

Together, they watched their friends climb up the rock wall. It was when they were more than halfway up when Allison kicked Scott's foot off a rock after she caught him checking her rear out and he fell until he was hovering over the mat, making the class laugh. Then he landed on the mat. Natalie pumped her fist up in victory and held her palm out to Stiles. Rolling his eyes, he dug a five dollar bill out of his pocket and slapped it down in her hand.

"I swear, one of these days, I'm gonna go broke because of you," he said.

"We can't all be winners, Stiles," Natalie said, slipping the money in her bra, "Next time, pick your battles more wisely."

"McCall, I don't know why," Coach Finstock laughed, "but your pain gives me a special kind of joy. Right?" Scott nodded before getting up and walking away from the wall. Alright next two. Stilinski, Henderson, let's go. The wall."

The pair fastened their harnesses and got into their starting position. With just one look at each other, they knew that this was going to be a race.

Challenge accepted.

When Coach Finstock blew the whistle, they quickly began climbing the wall. Stiles kept bumping into Natalie. It didn't matter whether it was by accident or not- it was irritating the crap out of her.

"Ow!" Natalie yelled, "Stiles, stop stepping on my foot! That's been the third time ever since we started doing this."

"I'm not doing anything!" Stiles exclaimed, "You're the one who keeps pushing me! So move it, woman!" He bumped his hips with hers roughly.

The redhead gasped. "Did you just hip-bump me?"

"You bet I did." Natalie whacked her boyfriend's shoulder, making him yelp. "Oh, you little-"

Keeping one hand on the rocks, the couple smacked each other repeatedly with their free hands. They went at it for a while until the sound of Coach Finstock's shrill whistle broke them apart.

"Both of you, knock it off!" he barked, "For the love of god, it's like I'm dealing with children here."

"Technically, Coach, you are-"

"Zip it, Henderson! You two are done. Get down." With a huff, Stiles and Natalie lowered themselves onto the mat. "Alright. Delilah, Erica, you two are up. Let's go."

After they unbuckled themselves, Stiles and Natalie headed over to Scott and Allison, pushing each other along the way. Stiles was finally able to get his girlfriend in a headlock and remained in that position for a bit. The four of them watched as Delilah and Erica started climbing the wall.

The brunette seemed to be doing fine so far. But Erica on the other hand… not so much. It looked like that she had barely moved. She kept squeezing her eyes shut and slightly trembling. Anyone could tell that the poor girl was scared out of her mind. Natalie bit her nails and hoped that she was alright.

"Oh, please…" Erica whimpered.

"Erica," Coach Finstock called to her, "Dizzy? Is it vertigo?" Natalie refrained from rolling her eyes. Was he for real?

"Vertigo's a dysfunction of the vestibular system of the inner ear," Lydia said, rolling her own eyes, "She's just freaking out."

Delilah noticed that her friend was panicking. Without a second thought, she lowered herself so she was at Erica's side. Natalie couldn't really tell what Delilah was saying to the blonde, but it looked like she was trying to calm her down. All Natalie heard was Erica saying that she was fine. She didn't believe that, however.

"Coach, maybe it's not safe," Allison spoke up, "You know she's epileptic."

Throwing his hands up, Coach Finstock exclaimed, "Why doesn't anybody tell me this stuff? I have to get- Erica, y- you're fine. Just- just kick off from the wall. Th- there's a mat to catch you. Come on." The two girls held each other's hands and tighter, they pushed themselves off the rock wall and landed on the mat. "See, your fine. You're on the ground. You're alright. Let's go. Shake it off. You're fine."

Everyone except for the trio, Allison, and Lydia snickered as Delilah escorted a still trembling Erica out of the gym. A frown fell upon Natalie's face at her classmates' attitudes. She may not have known Erica personally, but she did know that the girl didn't deserve to be laughed at. No one did. People can be suck dickheads.

"Poor thing," Natalie said as she looked in the direction Delilah and Erica went, "I hope she's okay."

"Alright, everyone settle down!" Coach Finstock ordered, "Class isn't over yet. Okay, who's next?"

Class ended soon after that and everyone dispersed into the locker rooms to shower and change. Natalie had just finished washing up and was now pulling her hoodie over her head when suddenly she felt a sharp pain shoot through her head. Gritting her teeth, she rubbed her head with her fingertips to soothe the ache.

God damn it. This was the third time so far this week that this has happened. Randomly, Natalie would get these massive headaches that felt excruciating. It felt like someone hammering a nail into her skull. And it would get worse every time. Luckily no one has noticed whenever these headaches occurred. Natalie was pretty good at keeping a straight face through it all so no one could tell when she was in pain. She didn't want anyone to find out, especially Stiles.

Don't get her wrong, Natalie found it incredibly sweet that he always wanted to make sure that she was healthy and taken care of. That was just one of the many things she loved about him. But there were times when it can be a bit too overwhelming. Stiles would constantly ask if she was alright and tell her to take it easy. It was hard to blame him for being that way though. He was like that with his dad, too. Natalie knew that his mother's death played a huge part of that mentality of preventing his loved ones from illness or anything like that. Same goes for Natalie getting cancer many years ago. It was understandable. And that was why she decided not to tell Stiles about her constant headaches. It would give him one less thing to worry about. This was the last thing he needed on top of Derek turning teenagers into werewolves and Scott still learning how to control his powers.

In the meantime, the redhead will deal with the headaches on her own. After looking around the locker room to see if anyone was watching her, Natalie reached into her backpack and pulled out a pill bottle and water bottle. She popped a couple of pills in her mouth then took a swig of water. That was when she suddenly heard someone scream. Natalie shoved the bottles back in her bag before running to the gym.

On the floor was Erica, who had broken out in a seizure. Scott and Delilah were kneeling beside her while Stiles, Allison, Lydia, and the rest of their classmates were crowding around her.

"What happened?" Natalie asked Stiles.

He shrugged. "We just ran in here and saw Erica falling off the wall. Luckily Scott caught her before she could hit the ground."

"Lay her on her side so she doesn't choke," Delilah instructed Scott. He did that and Delilah smoothed her best friend's hair back. "You're gonna be okay."

"How'd you know?" Allison asked Scott.

Shaking his head, he answered, "I just felt it."

Lunchtime came around and Vernon Boyd (who just went by his last name) was sitting at a table by himself. He was enjoying the peace and quiet until to figures plopped themselves on the chairs across from him. Oh, boy. Slowly lifting his head up, he was met with Stiles and Natalie flashing big toothy grins at him.

"Boyd," Stiles said, "You got the keys?"

Sighing, Boyd pulled out a set of keys. "This isn't a favor," he said to Stiles, "It's a transaction."

"He means the money, babe," Natalie clarified when she saw the blank look on her boyfriend's face.

"Right, yeah," Stiles said, "Absolutely." He dug a twenty dollar bill out of his wallet and pushed it towards Boyd. The taller teen raised an eyebrow.

"I said fifty."

"Really, I… I remember twenty. I don't know. I have a really good verbal memory." Natalie mentally called bullshit. "And I remember twenty. I remember that distinct 'twa' sound. 'Twa-enty'."

It looked like Boyd wasn't buying it either. "I said fifty. With the 'fa' sound. Hear the difference?" Neither Stiles nor Natalie knew how to respond to this. "If you can't, I can demonstrate some other words with the 'fa' sound."

And Natalie didn't doubt him. He was a big guy and she knew that he could really take them down if he wanted to. She laughed nervously. "Oh, that won't be necessary! Won't it, Stiles?" She pinched his thigh lightly.

"Uh, no, n… no," Stiles stammered, "I think I'm recalling it. Now. Maybe I just got it confused with… for-ty." Boyd just stared at him. Stiles sighed exasperatedly. "Come on, man, have you seen the piece of crap jeep that I drive?"

"You seen the piece of crap bus that I take?" Boyd shot back.

Natalie rolled her eyes. "God, I have to do everything." She pulled thirty dollars out of her backpack and gave it to Boyd. "Here." He dropped the keys in her palm. "Thank you."

Then she dragged Stiles up off his chair and headed over to Scott. "I could've handled that myself," Stiles said.

"Um, you obviously couldn't!" Natalie said, "'Oh, I remember the distinct 'twa' sound'! Real smooth. If you actually thought that that would work, then you need to reevaluate your life."

"You're just jealous that you're not as witty as I am," Stiles grumbled. "When they finally reached Scott, they sat down and Natalie set the keys on the table. "Got 'em. Pick you up right after work tonight and we'll meet at the rink. Cool?"

But Scott didn't respond. Instead he was looking off past his best friends. Furrowing their eyebrows, they turned around to face the same direction as him. Their jaws instantly dropped the moment they saw who it was that had just entered the cafeteria.

Holy shit.

Erica was strutting into the cafeteria. Yeah. Strutting. Like a freakin' supermodel would because that's exactly was she looked like. Ditching her usual frumpy clothes, Erica wore a low-cut white shirt to show off her cleavage, a black leather jacket, a matching skirt that made her legs stretch for miles, and leopard print heels. Her skin looked clear as day and her hair was styled into smooth and voluptuous curls. Natalie watched as Erica picked up some boy's apple and took a bite out of it seductively. She could even make eating a piece of fruit look sexy! It didn't even look like the same girl that had a seizure just a few hours ago. How did this all happen so fast?

With a look of bewilderment, Lydia walked up to the trio's table and said, "What… the holy hell… is that?"

"It's Erica," Scott said, not taking his eyes off said girl, who was now walking out of the cafeteria.

The trio looked at each other with wide horrified eyes, slowly figuring out what was going on. Natalie nodded her head. "Go, go, go!"

They shot up from their chairs and ran after Erica. They ended up following her out to the front of the school and saw her hopping in the back of a very familiar black Camaro. Sitting in the front was Derek and Anabelle. Derek smiled cockily at the trio while the she-wolf actually sent them an apologetic look before driving away. Pushing her hair back, Natalie let out a huff of air.

"Well, shit."

Fortunately, the headaches had dulled down by the time Natalie was standing in front of her mirror getting ready to go to the ice rink. But just in case, she hid the bottle of pills in the inside pocket of her purse. Now she was debating on which jacket she should wear with her outfit. In one hand was a red leather jacket with grey sleeves and hood and in the other was a khaki green military style. Natalie turned her head towards Zach, who was lying on her bed and playing a game on his phone.

"Alright, Zach, last one," Natalie said, "Which one of these jackets should I go with?"

"The pink one," Zach answered instantly, not taking his eyes off his phone.

Deadpanning, the redhead turned around so she could fully look at her brother. She swiped at his foot. "Maybe if you'd glance up from your phone every once in a while, you'd know that none of these jackets are pink."

"Fine," Zach grumbled, rolling his eyes. "Uh... the red one."

"Cool. I was thinking the same thing." Natalie tossed the green jacket on her desk chair and pulled on the red one.

"Girls are so weird," Zach said, "It's just the ice rink, not the Victoria's Secret fashion show. Why do you all feel the need to dress up for every single occasion?"

"Hey, I think I'm dressed pretty casually for tonight. But girls always wanna look their best in public. Especially on dates. Or in our case, triple dates."

A smile stretched across the younger Henderson's face. "I still can't believe I'm going on a date with Lydia Martin. Dreams really do come true."

"And we both know that Lydia isn't gonna wear anything that isn't designer," Natalie said.

"That girl could wear nothing but a paper bag and still look beautiful," Zach sighed dreamily, "Actually, she could wear nothing at all and I'd be perfectly okay with that."

"Of course you would, you little pervert," Natalie snorted, "I swear, you act more like Stiles every day. Which is really weird and I don't like it."

Just as she placed her beanie over her red velvet hair, Natalie caught a whiff of something unpleasant. She sniffed the air and looked over at her brother. Moving closer to Zach, the redhead smelled around his face. He raised his eyebrows.

"Uh, is this a habit you picked up from werewolves?" he asked, "Are you scenting me? Is that what's happening right now?"

"What the hell are you wearing?" Natalie asked, scrunching her nose in disgust.

"Dad's aftershave. I found it on the bathroom sink and figured that Lydia might like the scent of a manly-man. Makes me feel and smell older."

"Well you smell like a skunk that rolled around in garbage and I am not letting out in public like that."

As soon as Natalie snatched up a perfume bottle, Zach's eyes grew wide. "No. No, no, no. You better get that the hell away from me."

"Come on, little bro," Natalie grinned devilishly, "Let me make you smell pretty."

Then without any warning, she tackled Zach and started to spray perfume all over him. He would try to fight her off, but Natalie was much stronger so he was unsuccessful. After a minute or so of tussling, Zach was finally able to push his sister away, but she managed to spritz him with her floral fragrance one last time.

"Ugh, it got in my mouth!" he whined, sticking out his tongue and wiping it, "Is this stuff poisonous? Will this kill me?"

"No, it's not gonna kill you," Natalie snorted, rolling her eyes, "Don't be so dramatic." Then a car horn beeped from outside. "Oh! There's our ride." She sprayed Zach once more before darting out of her room.

"Hey!"

Zach chased his sister down the stairs, past the kitchen (shouting a quick goodbye to their parents), and out of the house. By the time he had reached Stiles's jeep, Natalie was already in the passenger seat, taunting her little brother. He grudgingly climbed into the backseat next to Scott.

"You are awful," Zach told Natalie, "How is it that you have friends?"

"I ask myself that every day," she said. She pointed to Stiles and Scott. "Don't you dare say anything."

Her boyfriend raised his hands up in defense. "Wasn't gonna."

Wrinkling his nose, Scott smelled a strong scent of flowers. He looked over at Zach weirdly. "Dude, are you wearing perfume?"

"Are you freakin'- damn it, Natalie!"

At the ice rink, the four of them met up with Allison and Lydia. Zach practically drooled when he saw the strawberry blonde, and Natalie had to elbow him in the gut. She swore that she needed to get her brother a leash so she could calm him down before he could actually jump Lydia. While Zach's little puppy love crush on her was kind of cute, it also made him look a little pathetic at times.

They went inside and rented their skates. As Stiles and Natalie put their skates on, they watched as Zach tried to flirt with Lydia. Key word being 'tried'. So far, he wasn't doing to well. He offered her his jacket when she complained about it being cold but she refused because it didn't 'match her outfit'. Then he broke out into a sort of impressive monologue saying that the things that no one would think would go together could end up turning out to be something quite beautiful and perfect. Obviously Zach was talking about themselves, but Lydia didn't seem to get that and thought he meant Scott and Allison. The poor boy threw his hands up in defeat and gave up on his metaphor.

"Do you think that his lines are ever gonna work on her one day?" Stiles asked his girlfriend.

"Eh, I highly doubt it," Natalie said, "But at least he's trying. And who knows? Maybe one day some other girl with fall for it. Eventually."

"Yeah, maybe," Stiles chuckled, "I have to admit, for a thirteen year old, he comes up with some pretty smooth words. It's kinda impressive."

"I know!" Natalie laughed, "I wonder where he gets it from. And thank god that he knows better than to use cheesy pick-up lines."

"Let me ask you something," he boyfriend said, turning so he was giving her his full attention, "If you and I have never known each other and I randomly came up to you with a pick-up line, would you ever consider dating me?"

Natalie shrugged her shoulders. "Depends. What would the line be?"

"Oh, I got a good one! and you're in baseball so it's even better!"

Stumbling on his feet a little, Stiles got up and walked towards the rink. He waved his hand in front of his face, revealing what was supposed to be a smoldering look. It just ended up making Natalie giggle, especially when he kept wobbling because he had his skates on. Stiles then walked over to the redhead, placed one foot next to her on the bleachers, and looked straight into her eyes.

"Hey, girl," he said, deepening his voice, "That's a cool jersey you have there. Why don't you give it to give it to me so I can have your name and number?"

It was hard to not bust up laughing at the ridiculousness of the joke. Throwing her head back, Natalie cackled and clapped her hands together. Of course hearing her bright and contagious laugh made Stiles chuckle along with her.

"Oh my god," Natalie giggled, "If you did use that to hit on me, then I most likely would've ripped off your clothes right then and there."

"See, I knew you'd like that one," Stiles laughed, "Pretty creative, huh?" He held out his hand. "Alright, come on. Let's go skate."

A grimace replaced Natalie's smile as she looked from Stiles to the ice rink. "Uh... you know what? I think I'm good here."

"What? Oh, do not tell me you're afraid of ice skating. I've done this with you before!"

"Yeah, when we were ten!"

"Nat, you'll be fine," Stiles promised. He looked over at Scott and Allison as they stepped on the ice. "And if it's any consolation, I'm pretty sure that you're gonna be a hell of a lot better at it than Scott."

Right after Stiles said that, Scott fell face first on the ground. The other couple laughed at their best friend's misfortune.

"Told you," Stiles laughed, "Nice one, Scott!" The werewolf just flipped them the bird. Stiles turned back to Natalie. "It's your turn now. C'mon. Up and at 'em!"

"Fine," Natalie gave in, letting her boyfriend pull her up, "but if I break something, you're paying the medical bills."

"You're not gonna break anything. I'm never going to let you fall. I promise."

Any girl would have swooned at those sweet words if they were spoken to them. Well Natalie sure as hell did. She let Stiles lead her to the ice rink and she hesitantly skated forward a little. But she ended up slightly losing her balance so she squealed and latched onto the wall.

"Nope!" Natalie exclaimed, shaking her head, "Fuck this. I'm not doing this shit. Just take me back on land where it's warm and I won't die."

"Nat, you're fine," Stiles said, rolling his eyes, "But you're not gonna learn by clinging onto the wall like a sloth."

"Maybe not, but at least I won't be like Scott over there," Natalie said, referring to her best friend that was still fumbling like a newborn deer.

Once again, Stiles held his hand out to her. "Give me your hands." She still looked nervous to let go of the edge of the wall, but she did it slowly and immediately grabbed onto Stiles's arm. Then without letting go of her, he moved behind her so his chest was pressed against her back. Lowering his head, he whispered in Natalie's ear, making her shudder from his warm breath ghosting over her skin. "Now just gently slide your feet forward."

The redhead took a couple of deep breaths and placed her hands on Stiles's arms, which were wrapped around her waist. Cautiously, Natalie's feet glided forward and before she knew it, they were skating around the rink together multiple times.

Hey, this wasn't that bad. Actually, it was pretty relaxing. Natalie could feel the wind blowing through her red velvet hair, cool air slapping her cheeks... She felt free like a bird. So she spread out her arms and-

Wait. Something was off. Looking down at her torso, Natalie noticed that the lanky pair of arms that were once around her were no longer there. Her eyes grew wide when she saw that her asshole of a boyfriend was at least five feet behind her.

"Stiles!" she shrieked, "What the hell?! Why did you let go?!"

"You got this, Natalie!" Stiles cheered, "I believe in you!"

Well, at least one of them was confident in her. But instead of overthinking the worst case scenarios, she just sighed and kept skating. Not once did she stumble or slip. It was like Natalie was floating on air. Like Leonardo DiCaprio in Titanic, she was king of the world!

Queen of the world, if you wanted to get technical.

"I'm doing it!" Natalie exclaimed happily, "I'm ice skating!" She threw her fists up in the air. "Woo hoo! Take that, bitches!"

Stiles had slowed down as he continued to watch Natalie skate around the ink with a fond smile. Seeing her beaming with pride and excitement was a beautiful thing to Stiles. Her smile was practically lighting up the building, like it did with every place she went. That was what really made him fall in love with her in the first place. Nothing could even come close to comparing with it. Because he was so deep into his daze, Stiles almost fell back in surprise when Zach punched his arm.

"Ow!" Stiles cried out, rubbing the sore spot, "The hell was that for?"

"Stop acting all lovey dovey over my sister!" Zach scolded, "You're making me look bad in front of Lydia."

"How is that my fault?" Stiles asked exasperatedly.

"Because of all of your guys' sweet talk, Lydia keeps saying, 'Oh, aren't those two just adorable together?' And here's my favorite- 'Why can't I find a guy who's as loving to me like Stiles is to Natalie?'" Zach flailed his arms. "It's like, hello! I am right here! So dial down the cuteness level like ten notches!"

"Dude, it's not my fault that Lydia's not into the whole 'smelling like a girl' thing," the older boy laughed.

"That was because of Natalie! I didn't do this on my own!"

Speaking of Natalie, Stiles didn't see his girlfriend coming their way. It was only until she screamed out his name that he finally noticed her. But it was too late and she ended up crashing into him, causing her to land on top of him. Instead of getting upset over it, both of them started cracking up. Stiles kept his arms around her as she placed her hands on his chest. Their laughter eventually died down but they still kept grinning at each other like idiots. Natalie blushed when Stiles brushed his cool fingertips over her heated cheek.

"What?" she asked softly when he kept staring at her.

"Nothing," Stiles said, matching her volume, "I just really love you, that's all."

With a small smile (and rapidly beating heart), Natalie said, "I love you, too." She lowered her head to kiss him.

"Oh, for the love of god!" Zach cried out, "Both of you, get a room. Ugh, you two make me sick."

"Get over it, little bro," Natalie said. She got off of Stiles and pulled him up. "Come on." She then pulled him away from the ice.

The couple made sure that they were hidden from their friends before they cuddled close to each other. Natalie wrapped her arms around Stiles's neck and he wrapped his around her waist. Smiling, they pressed their foreheads together.

"Finally," Stiles said, "We haven't been alone all day."

"Seriously," Natalie agreed, "It's been like that a lot lately, I noticed. Stupid Derek and his stupid betas... we definitely need to change something about that."

"We'll figure it out. But until then... I guess we're just gonna have to settle for this." And Stiles planted his lips against hers.

Smirking, Natalie pulled away slightly and said, "Yeah. I can definitely work with that."

Natalie cupped his face in her hands and kissed him again. Both of them became aroused quickly but as much as they wanted to do something about it, they would rather not risk getting caught. Making out would just have to do for now. And maybe even a little grinding, too. Keeping his hands on her hips, Stiles pulled the redhead even closer. Natalie could definitely feel the slight bulge in the front of her boyfriend's jeans and decided to tease him. She rolled her hips against his, making him moan in her mouth. Judging by the way she was biting her bottom lip, Stiles could tell that she was enjoying this torture. That little minx.

Unfortunately, it had to be cut short when they heard a piercing scream. Stiles and Natalie broke the kiss and looked at each other worriedly. They ran over back to the ice rink to see what was going on. On her knees in the middle of the rink was Lydia. Her green eyes were wide in horror as she stared down at the ice. Zach and Allison skated over to her to calm her down and make sure that she was alright. The trio stole glances at each other in the meantime, having absolutely no idea what the fuck was happening.

"I'm telling you, Nat," Stiles said the next day, walking out of class hand in hand with said girl, "I don't think a gun would help you in a zombie apocalypse."

"And why not?" Natalie asked. Just the way her tone was showed how annoyed she was that they kept having the same debate.

"Well what if you run out of bullets?" Stiles pointed out, "Think about it. If you're surrounded by zombies and you're shooting at them, there's a high possibility that you'll run out of bullets. By the time you reach into your bag and reload your gun, the zombies will already have you cornered and BOOM! You'd be dead."

"I see your point," Natalie said, "But I still think a gun's the quickest way to take someone out. Especially a zombie. Just one shot to the head and they're out like a light. It's a hundred times better than a sword in my opinion. They're too heavy and I feel like you don't have enough control over them."

"Okay, then what about a bow? You know, like a bow and arrow?"

Natalie shook her head. "Nope. That's even worse than a gun. You'd have to have perfect aim with that thing. And you have to keep taking the time to add a new arrow. Once you run out of those suckers... you're fucked."

That seemed pretty legitimate. Stiles nodded his head. "You make a good argument." As soon as they stepped foot in the cafeteria, Stiles came to an abrupt stop. He accidentally yanked Natalie back next to him since he was still holding her hand. "Oh, no."

"What? What's wrong?"

But Stiles didn't answer. He instead pointed to an empty table in the corner of the cafeteria. Natalie didn't understand it at first. Then her heart dropped down to the pit of her stomach when she remembered who it was that usually occupied that table.

"Oh, shit."

"Yeah, oh, shit," Stiles agreed.

He looked around the room until he found Scott and Allison sitting at opposite tables, but back to back so they could still talk to each other. They were still obviously trying to pretend they were not together for Allison's family's sake. It wasn't very convincing, but they were trying. Pulling Natalie along, Stiles rushed over to Scott's table, almost bumping into Allison as she walked away.

"Scott," Stiles said, coming up behind his best friend, "Do you see that?"

The werewolf looked towards the direction Stiles was pointing at. "What, it's an empty table."

"Duh," Natalie said, rolling her eyes, "But do you know who usually sits there?"

It finally dawned on Scott and his eyes widened. "Boyd."

He shot up from his chair and swiftly left the cafeteria, his best friends in tow. They walked through the hallways as they tried to come up with a plan on how to stop Boyd from accepting the bite from Derek. Why does that jerk-off have to ruin everyone's life? Inconsiderate butthead...

"Anabelle gave me her address in case there was an emergency," Scott told them, "I don't know about you guys, but I would consider this to be an emergency. So I'm going to go see if she knows what's going on and then I'm going to the ice rink, see if he's there. And if he's not at home, you call me, got it?" They suddenly stopped and Scott noticed the hesitant looks on his best friends' faces. "What?"

"Maybe we should let him," Stiles suggested, "Boyd, you know, man? You said Derek's giving them a choice, right?"

"We can't," Scott said.

"You gotta admit, Erica looks pretty good."

"I would say that she's smokin' hot," Natalie added, more to herself.

Both Scott and Stiles gave her weird looks. "Really?" Stiles said.

"Don't judge me," Natalie told him, "I can admire another girl's looks. I'm not gonna lie though. All of these new female werewolves are starting to make me question my sexuality..."

Rolling his eyes, Stiles grumbled, "Yeah, because that's what a guy really wants to hear his girlfriend say."

"How good do you think she's gonna look with a wolfsbane bullet in her head?" Scott said.

"Okay, okay," Natalie said, raising her hands up, "But maybe you should just let this one slid, Scotty. I mean, this isn't really your responsibility."

"They all are. And you know this thing's gonna get out of control. That makes me responsible."

"Alright," Stiles sighed, "I'm with you." He smiled at Natalie. "We both are. And I also gotta say this newfound heroism is making me very attracted to you."

"Shut up," Scott chuckled.

"No, seriously. Do you want to just try making out for a sec?" Scott shoved Stiles forward playfully. "Just to see how it feels."

"Now who's the one who has an identity crisis?" Natalie laughed, "But I'm not surprised. I've always known you two had the hots for each other. It was about time you guys acted on it." She continued to giggle even as her boyfriend put his hand on her face and pushed her away.

After school, Stiles and Natalie got into his jeep and they drove off to Boyd's house to see if he was there. It didn't take long to reach their destination and Stiles parked alongside the curb. They got out and Stiles went to go knock on the door while Natalie peeked in through the window.

"Hey, Boyd?" Stiles called, still knocking. He looked at Natalie. "You see him in there?"

"Nope," she said, "I see nothing. It looks like no one's here."

Stiles knocked again. "Hey, Boyd? It's Stiles and Natalie." No one answered so they decided to let it go. They turned around and jumped when they saw Erica standing there with her arms crossed and a smirk on her new flawless face. "Oh... wow."

The werewolf chuckled. "What are you doing here, Stiles?" She looked over at the redhead in distaste. "And Natalie."

Said girl was taken aback. Well, that was freakin' rude.

"Uh... nothing," Stiles stammered nervously, "We were just looking for, um..."

"Boyd?"

"Yeah. Yes. Boyd."

When Natalie got another glance at Erica, she noticed that the werewolf looked amused for some reason. "You know what you're both doing right now that's kind of funny?" The couple shook their heads. "You're only looking in my eyes."

One of Natalie's eyebrows rose up. "Why is that funny?"

"Because it's that kind of look where you're trying not to look anywhere other than my eyes, but you want to, don't you?" She moved closer to Stiles and Natalie had the sudden urge to push her back. With Tina. "You want a nice, long, hard... look."

Gulping, Stiles shook his head. "Not really. No. Especially because I already have a super hot girlfriend that I can look at whenever I want."

"And let's not forget that she's standing right here, by the way!" Natalie spoke up, pointing to herself.

"Oh," Erica said, still looking surprised, "So it's just my eyes?"

"Yes," Stiles nodded, "You have beautiful eyes."

Natalie shrugged when Erica looked at her. "I'm not gonna argue with that because it's true."

"I have beautiful everything," Erica said cockily.

"And a newfound confidence," Stiles said, "Congratulations, Erica. We should get going." He and Natalie were about to walk past Erica when she placed her hands on both of their chests.

"You're not going anywhere," she told them.

Furrowing her eyebrows, Natalie asked, "Why not?"

Erica held up a part of Stiles's engine (seriously, when the hell did she even get that?) and grinned maliciously. "You're having car trouble."

Before they could ask anything about what she had done, Erica had swung the car part at their heads and they saw nothing else but black.

Neither of the two knew how long they were out for. Minutes, hours... either way, it felt like forever by the time they finally woke up. They opened their eyes to find themselves in a small dark area. And, boy, did it reek! Natalie felt around her and let out a scream when she touched something slimy. It didn't take long for them to come to the conclusion that Erica had actually thrown them into a dumpster.

Together, they lifted up the lid. It was safe to say that none of them were ecstatic about this.

"Bitch," Stiles said unhappily.

"You can say that again," Natalie groaned, blinking her eyes to adjust to the sudden light, "I can't believe that she actually threw us in the dumpster. She's a lot stronger than she looks."

"Werewolves, babe," Stiles said, "What did you expect?" He let out a sigh. "Let's just get out of this thing." He hopped out of the dumpster and helped Natalie climb out. Then they walked away to find his car.

"Next time I see Derek, I swear I'm gonna kill him for creating douchebags." Natalie hissed as her head throbbed. "And of course she had to add on to my headache."

That made Stiles immediately stop walking. "Whoa, whoa, wait. Headache? What headache?"

Oh, crap. Nice going, Natalie. "Uh... nothing. There's no headache. What are you talking about? You're crazy."

She tried to keep walking but Stiles gently grabbed her arm. "Oh, no. You're not going anywhere." He turned her around. "What headache?"

"It's not a big deal," Natalie tried to assure him, "Just minor migraines."

"Migraines? As in more than one? Nat, is there something going on that you're not telling me about?"

"No. Everything's fine. I just might be coming down with something. Like the flu. I promise that it's not a big deal and the headache will go away quickly."

She could tell that her boyfriend looked hesitant to believe her. And he had every right to be. But Natalie didn't want this to be a bigger deal than it probably was. Hell, maybe it was nothing serious and that she was getting the flu. Even though she wasn't sure if headaches were symptoms of the flu.

Stiles sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Okay... But you would tell me if it was serious, right?"

"Of course," Natalie lied. She kissed his lips lightly. "Can we go now? It's getting cold and I really need to shower. I smell gnarly."

Her boyfriend nodded, still not sure whether she was actually telling the truth. But he really wasn't in the mood to fight about it right now and all he wanted was some sleep. So Stiles kissed her once more, intertwined their fingers, and they walked back to find Stiles's jeep.

So there you go, folks! I hope you all enjoyed it! PLEASE review and let me know what you think! Also be sure to check out my other Teen Wolf stories and show them some love, too!

*UPDATE: I decided to change Natalie's face claim to Kat McNamara. Just imagine her with darker red hair and brown eyes instead of green.

How about that season 5 premiere? I think Scira's becoming my new favorite canon ship. Those two were absolutely adorable! And I don't know about you guys, but I seriously hope that Stydia will happen by the end of this season. Although I'm not sure because she might be having a thing with Parrish. I love Parrish, but Stydia FTW! And at the end with the initials... so many feels!

I hope to update soon! xoxo, Maddie :)