SAMANTHA STILINSKI

"If Derek isn't the Alpha and he's not the one that bit you, then who did?"

We were in Math, pondering this question. Last night, Rae was right, Scott had 'battled' Derek. They had fought, until Derek revealed some information. Again, Rae was right; Derek hadn't killed the bus driver. Or his sister. He told Scott that an alpha, the most dangerous of their kind, had bit him. And that they were called betas. Derek's sister had come here looking for the alpha, but got killed trying. Now he's looking for it, and he needs Scott's help.

|| Teen Wolf ||

After Allison, Lydia, and I had gotten out of History class, we saw Rae coming out of English, a few doors down.

"Hey, Rae!" Allison called out.

Rae turned to look at us, and she had mixed emotions on her face. "Hey Allie, Sam… Lydia."

"Hi," I said, the same time Lydia said, "Hey."

"So," Allison turned to Rae, "how are you getting home, since Scott is coming over after school to study?"

"Oh, Stiles is taking me home, while you and Scott," she made quotations with her fingers, "'study'."

She blushed, "We are studying!"

Rae raised her hands in defense. "Oh no, I believe you. What are you studying? Human anatomy?"

I burst out laughing and Allison blushed.

"I completely agree with Rae. 'Just studying' never ends with 'just studying'. It's like getting into a hot tub until he eventually cops a feel," Lydia said.

"I hear that," Rae laughed.

What?! Did she just like agree with Lydia? Hell must've frozen over, because they're getting along!

Rae must have been thinking the same thing because she wiped the smile off her face, and glared at my face-splitting grin.

"Wait," Allison turned to Lydia, "So what are you saying?"

"I'm just saying, you know, make sure he covers up."

Allison looked confused. Wow, she's as slow as Scott. They're perfect for each other.

Lydia chuckled then nudged Allison. "Hello Snow White, I'm talking about a condom."

She looked at a loss for words.

I laughed at her reaction and said, "Yeah Al, unless you want a bun in the oven. Oh, be sure to name it after me."

Allison finally gained control of her mouth. "Are you guys kidding? After one date?"

Lydia scoffed, "Don't be a total prude. Give him a little taste."

"Okay, well, I am highly uncomfortable. So, I'm just gonna go," Rae said, preparing to turn into the next hallway.

"I'll go with you," I offered. Then we left Lydia and Allison, who were so engrossed in their sex discussion, they didn't even notice us leave.

As we were talking, I realized that this was the first time Rae and I had been alone in a long time.

"So… I've been meaning to ask, do you still watch The Vampire Diaries?" I awkwardly try to make conversation.

"Of course I do! Do you still ship Stelena?"

"Forever and always! Do you still ship Delena?"

"Yes! And Klaroline! Klaus is so romantic," she sighed, dreamily.

"I know right?! You know what I just realized? You kind of look like Elena."

"Really? I mean, I guess a little. You look like that chick from Harry Potter, though. What's her name again? Oh yeah, Hermione."

"Ugh, Hermione is so perfect in the movies, which bothers me. I like the books way better!" I said, "They gave her all of Ron's lines! They made Ron such an idiot in the movies. I mean, he is kind of an idiot in the books, but he was such a good friend! Ron is so underrated."

"I honestly couldn't care less about Harry Potter. That guy who plays Draco is pretty hot, though," she smirked.

"He's okay. You know who's hotter? Stefan and Damon, hottest brothers ever! Oh my god, you know who I hate though? Katherine. She's such a manipulative bitch. She's always jumping from one guy to another, breaking hearts, for her own selfish agenda."

I thought that she'd agree, but she didn't say anything. When I turned to her, her face had hardened. Oh my god, what did I say this time? This girl gets mad at the littlest things.

"I'm-"

"Forget it," she interrupted, and walked ahead of me, then disappeared through the front doors.

RAEGAN MCCALL

I caught up with Stiles at his Jeep, with Sammy a few paces behind me.

"Hey, Rae," Stiles greeted.

"Hey, Stiles," I grumbled, then got in the car, slamming the door behind me.

"What's up with her?" I heard Stiles ask Sammy through the door.

"I wish I knew," she shrugged. What a lying bitch!

They climbed into the car, and Stiles backed out of the parking space. We were about to exit the lot, when a dark figure stumbled onto the road in front of us. Stiles slammed on the brakes, which caused some honking behind us, and yelled, "Oh my god!"

The figure looked up, and his green eyes met mine, "Derek!" I unbuckled my seatbelt and got out, running to Derek, who had fallen onto the floor.

"Are you okay?" I asked, holding up his head.

"What the hell?" I heard Scott say to Stiles and Sammy, then the three of them came over to us. "What are you doing here?" Scott asked him.

"I was shot," Derek answered.

"He's not looking so good, dude," Stiles said, stating the obvious.

"Why aren't you heeling?" Scott asked Derek.

"I can't. It was a different kind of bullet."

"A silver bullet?" Stiles asked.

"No, you idiot."

"Wait, wait. What's what she meant when she said you had forty-eight hours," Scott said, confusing all of us.

"What? Who said forty-eight hours?" Derek asked.

"The one who shot you," Scott answered. Derek huffed, his eyes were flashing blue. More honks sounded from behind us. "What are you doing? Stop that," Scott demanded.

"That's what I'm trying to tell you, I can't."

"Derek, get up. Help me put him in your car," Scott said to Stiles. Sammy climbed into the back, I got in the middle, and they put Derek next to me. Stiles got in the driver's seat.

"I need you to find out what kind of bullet they used," Derek told Scott.

"How the hell am I supposed to do that?"

"She's an Argent, she's with them."

"Why should I help you?"

"Because you need me."

"Fine, I'll try. Get him out of here," Scott told Stiles. With that, Stiles sped out of the parking lot, away from Scott.

|| Teen Wolf ||

"Hey, try not to bleed out on my seats. We're almost there," Stiles informed Derek.

"Almost where?" Derek grunted.

"Your house," Stiles said in a "duh" tone.

"What? You can't take me there."

"I can't take you to your own house?"

"Not when I can't protect myself." At that, Stiles parked his car on the side of the road.

He turned to Derek abruptly and asked, "What if Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet? Hmm? Are you dying?"

At that I looked at Derek, frowning.

"Not yet. I have a last resort."

"What do you mean? What last resort?!" Derek pulled up his sleeve, giving us a full view of the disgusting, bloody hole in his arm. I cringed, Stiles looked away, and Sammy blanched from the back seat.

"Oh my god, what is that? Is that contagious? You know, you should probably just get out."

"Could you be more insensitive?" I asked.

"How can I be sensitive with a bleeding, grumpy-ass werewolf in my car?"

"Start the car. Now," Derek commanded.

"Yeah, I don't think you should be barking orders with the way you look, okay? In fact, I think if I wanted to, I could probably drag your little werewolf ass out into the middle of the road and leave you for dead."

Then Derek gave him one of his signature glares and instructed, slowly, "Start the car, or I'm gonna rip your throat out. With my teeth."

After a couple seconds, Stiles gave up on pretending to be tough and started the car.