"The stock market is based on two principles. What are they?" Coach asked us as our econ class began. I pondered the answer, fairly certain I knew it but didn't put my hand up in case I was wrong then looked like an idiot. "Yes, McCall, you can go to the bathroom. Anybody else?" Scott blinked before correcting Coach Finstock, informing him that he actually knew the answer which made coach burst into a fit of disbelieving laughter before stopping, seeing Scott's face. "Oh, you're serious."

"Yes. Risk and reward."

"Wow! Who are you and what have you done to McCall? Don't answer that. I like you better." Overcome with pride that Scott had actually answered correctly, I couldn't help but give a tiny thumb's up to Scott as he beamed. Looks like summer school really helped. I should know, because I was in class right next to him the entire time. "Does anybody have a quarter? A quarter." Stiles stuck up his hand before reaching into his pocket for the coin however when he pulled it out, something else happened to fall to the floor. Extra large condom. I do not want to even ask. "Stilinski, I think you, uh...you dropped this." Coach picked it up as a giggle rippled through the class at Stiles' embarrassment. "And congratulations." Returning to the exercise, coach continued. "Risk and reward. Put the quarter in the mug, win the reward. Okay, watch coach."

Putting a mug on the floor, coach skipped the coin on the floor then potted it into the mug, making his arms shoot up proudly. "That's how you do it! Okay. Danny. Risk, reward."

"What's the reward?" Danny asked as I craned my neck to see.

"You don't have to take the pop quiz tomorrow."

"Coach, it's not a pop quiz if you tell us about it."

"Danny, you know, I really expect more from you at this point. Really." Patting him on the shoulder, coach moved onto Scott instead, offering him the same deal. "McCall. Risk, reward. The risk, if you don't put that quarter in the mug, you have to take the pop...the...the quiz." He began, laying out the terms of the pro et contra, the Latin phrase for pros and cons. Hell yeah to summer school, hard work as it was. "And...and you have to write an essay. Risk, more work. Reward...no work at all. Or choose not to play."

"But isn't this just chance?"

"No. You know your abilities, your coordination, your focus, past experience...all factors affecting the outcome." Coach informed him, making some real excellent points. "So what's it gonna be, McCall? More work, no work, or choose not to play?" Considering for a few moments with the coin turning over in his fingers, Scott decided to put it down and not play, opting for the safest choice. "Okay. Who's next? Who wants the quarter?" Stiles jumped up for the chance and immediately coach was cheering him on, probably still high from the amazing comeback Stiles had helped secure last season in lacrosse, winning us the championship. "There ya go! There's a gambling man! Come on! Step up, step up. All right, Stilinski."

Stiles got down on the ground in order to focus, the quarter carefully balanced however before he could make the shot, his dad walked into the room, making everyone turn their focus onto him. "Stiles."

"Yeah, coach, I got it."

"Stiles." Looking up, Stiles realised that his dad was standing there. "We need to talk, can you come out here a minute?" Standing up, Stiles looked at coach who nodded his head, clapping him on the back as he took the quarter back. Waiting until the door was closed, coach then offered the quarter again to any of us willing to weigh the risk and reward so Danny stood up. He took his time to focus, carefully calculating the shot before flicking the coin right into the mug, earning a hearty applaud from the rest of us.

"Reward! Okay, who's next? Greenberg, put your hand down. You don't have a chance." Deciding to take my own chance, I got up and strode to the front of the class, taking the quarter from Danny with a smile. "Alright, let's see what you got Powell. Remember, failure means more work, victory no work at all for the rest of the week. Risk, reward." Nodding my head, I ran my tongue over my lips as I walked over to where Danny had taken his shot, crouching down with my knees locked together, feeling the quarter in my hand.

Instead of shooting it, however, I simply got up and put the coin in the cup, making coach balk in astonishment as I then straightened. "I won. Reward." The class all laughed or 'oohed' at my strategy, something that coach clearly hadn't banked on.

"No, no, you have to skim it in like I demonstrated."

"Actually, you said to put the quarter into the mug. Even though I did not follow conventional direction, the end goal was still achieved, meaning I circumvented the risk to achieve the reward." Lifting my hands innocently, I couldn't help but feel rather smug. "Another factor to weigh when calculating risk and reward, brains. Though beauty doesn't hurt either." Returning to my seat, coach had to take a minute to process what I'd said before eventually accepting that I'd won. Leaving econ like I was floating on air, I went to the library to meet up with Lydia and Allison, all of us having a free period to work. We took a table and Allison immediately started working on her laptop, searching for different symbols so I leaned across to take a peek. "You still working on that?"

"It's got to mean something." Allison insisted, drawing a picture of the bruise she and Lydia had received apparently from some weird woman who'd come looking for Scott. Shrugging, I went back to work, putting on my glasses so that I could read. For a few moments we were all quiet, but when Lydia straightened next to me I glanced her way, realising she'd seen something she liked the look of. Namely, Aiden.

"I want one." Turning around to take a look at the twins, Allison smiled at her.

"Which one?"

"The straight one, obviously." Catching Ethan looking at Danny, I smirked to myself. They were so cute. I enjoyed playing matchmaker, I should do it more often. Making up her mind, Lydia got up and went over to introduce herself to Aiden whilst Ethan busied himself with Danny, leaving me with Allison who picked up the coffee cup Lydia had left behind.

"What if it's not a symbol? What if it's actually a logo?" Humming half-heartedly, I continued with my English homework which was due for tomorrow then continued reading the next chapter, wanting to get ahead so that I would have some insight I could possibly share. "I think I found it."

"Huh?"

"The symbol, it's a logo. It's for the bank in Beacon Hills." Curious as to why a strange woman would leave very specific bruises on both Lydia and Allison's arms in the symbol of a bank logo, I put my book down for a second. "This doesn't make any sense."

"Ali, you were dating a werewolf up until four months ago and before that, we had a friend who would turn into a killer reptile, another werewolf who came back from the dead and your crazy grandpa trying to kill everyone." I reminded her before smiling sweetly. "Nothing makes sense anymore. Another question you should be thinking about is how did she manage to bruise your arms so specifically? I mean, it's not like she had a stamp handy, right?" Nodding in agreement, Allison busied herself with doing some more research. "On another note, have you picked a colour for your room yet?"

"Not yet. Still deciding between blue and…literally any other colour."

"Well, let me know when you're ready to paint. If you like I can find you some more samples?" Thanking me for the offer Allison declined, focused on her research so I continued with mine, sitting back against the chair and leaning on the hind legs, rocking soothingly as I read. My foot pushed back and forth against the table, but as I became engrossed with the book, I accidentally pushed too far and suddenly felt myself beginning to tip backwards.

"Cordy!" Noticing me fall as I yelped, my hand dove for the table in a desperate bid to stop myself but I missed it. Just before I hit the ground somebody grabbed the back and front of my chair, holding me off the ground as I sat suspended with wide eyes, staring up at one of the twins. He straightened the chair, putting it back on all four legs as I got a strong scent from the closeness of his shirt to my face.

"Thanks Ethan, I owe you one." He blinked at me before smiling, asking me how I knew he was Ethan and not Aiden. "Easy. Armani." I explained, getting up from the chair and pulling my hair back over my shoulder before patting his arm. "Danny wears Armani." I then noticed the distance between where I was sitting and where Ethan had been talking to Danny. It was a fair stretch, but not impossible to cover quickly, I guess. Maybe Ethan just had fast reflexes, or maybe he'd already been coming over?

Yet when I glanced at Aiden, Lydia still talking away to him none the wiser, I caught his expression directed at his brother. A warning. Warning him about what? Ethan cleared his throat, checking to make sure I was okay before going back to Danny, allowing me to sit back down and process what had just happened. "Did you see how fast he moved?" Allison whispered to me, leaning across the table as I nodded.

"I'm not complaining. I could have cracked my head open just now." Shrugging her shoulders, Allison asked if I was okay before returning to her internet search, leaving me to sit for a moment and rest my eyes which were starting to ache from all the reading. Something about those two were a little off, but I couldn't quite pinpoint why. I could sense that they were powerful and rather dangerous, similarly to how I'd initially felt around Derek and even Peter way back when until I'd learned how to control my instincts. I'll have to keep an eye on those two, but judging how closely they were interacting with Lydia and Danny, it clearly wasn't going to be a hard job for me.