*Creds to Starr Hale for Raegan's outfit

Outfit:

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RAEGAN MCCALL

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see," Stiles answered Scott.

"We really shouldn't be out here. Our mom is in a constant state of freak out after what happened at school," Scott replied, looking back, as if Mom was gonna pop out from behind a tree.

"Well, your mom isn't the sheriff," Stiles replied.

"There's no comparison, trust me," Sammy agreed.

Scott was still persistent. "Can you at least just tell me what we're doing out here?"

"Yes," Stiles sighed, "When your best friend gets dumped-"

Scott interrupted, "I didn't get dumped, we're taking a break!"

"Denial's not just a river in Egypt, Scottie," I said, swerving a tree branch.

This was not the right outfit to be drudging around the dirty woods in. I was wearing a stylishly ripped black t-shirt, black heeled boots with knee-high red socks, a super cute black choker, and my brand new white shorts! I could not get those dirty, I had just bought them.

"Alright, well, when your best friend gets told by his girlfriend that they're taking a break..." Stiles paused and pulled a Jack Daniels out of his jacket. "You get your best friend drunk!"

SAMANTHA STILINSKI

Half a bottle later, Rae and Stiles were drunk off their asses. Scott drank a lot too, but he didn't seem drunk yet. And I didn't like drinking, so I was sober. Plus, I was designated driver.

"Dude, you know she's just one-one girl. You know, there's so many other girls in the sea," Stiles slurred.

"Fish in the sea," Scott corrected.

"Fish? Why you talking about fish? I'm talking about girls... Ahh, I love girls. Love 'em. Especially ones with strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, 5'3."

"Like Lydia?" Rae giggled.

"Exactly! Hey, how did you know I was talking about-about...What was I talking about?"

Rae shrugged. "Well, I hate guys. I hate them so much. They can all burn in hell. Besides you two, of course. Love you guys!"

Stiles burst out laughing, "I love you too, Rae. Haha, Rae! Like ray. Like ray of sunshine. You are so not a ray of sunshine."

They started laughing like it was the funniest joke in the universe.

Scott just sat there and moped.

"Hey, you're not happy." Stiles said, smacking Scott's leg, and picking up the bottle. "Take a drink."

"I don't want anymore," Scott mumbled.

"You're not drunk?"

"I'm not anything," he mumbled moodily.

"Hey, maybe it's like-maybe it's like not needing your inhaler anymore, you know? Maybe you can control your drunk as a wolf." Scott looked at him as he questioned, "Are we drunk?"

"Try wasted," I mumbled into my hand.

"YEAH!" Rae and Stiles yelled, high-fiving each other.

Stiles tried fist-bumping Scott. But Scott didn't meet his fist, so he put it down.

"Scott, it's going to be okay." I said, putting my hand on his shoulder.

"Thanks, but that's hard to believe," Scott mumbled.

"Hey, I love Allie, but I have to say, she is a complete idiot for dumping you. Because you're, well, you."

"Thanks, Sammy." Scott said, he was still sad.

"Aw, come on dude," Stiles said, "I know it feels bad. I know it hurts, I know. Well actually I don't know..." Stiles snickered. "But I know this: I know that as much as being broken up hurts, being alone is way worse," Stiles laughed. "That didn't make any sense, I need a drink," with that he reached for the bottle only to have it pulled out of his reach. We looked up and saw two guys standing there.

"Well, look at the two little bitches getting their drink on!" one guy said.

"Give it back," Scott spat.

"What's that, little man?"

"I think he wants a drink," the other guy said.

"I want the bottle," Scott said, getting mad.

"Ooh, didn't see you there, gorgeous, you look like you know how to have some fun," the second guy said, noticing Rae when she moaned. She was half passed out on the dirty ground. I internally winced at the sight of her, once white, shorts.

"Don't touch her!" I yelled, standing up.

"Ooh, don't worry baby girl. We can make it a party," he gave an ugly grin.

Scott pushed him back hard, and he fell.

"Scott, maybe we should just go," Stiles said, suddenly sober.

"You brought me here to get me drunk, Stiles. I'm not drunk yet." I think he was wolfing out on us.

The first guy snorted and began drinking out of the bottle. Wrong move.

Scott's eyes turned yellow, "Give me the bottle of Jack," he said in a quiet, yet scary tone.

"Scott..." Stiles warned.

Scott quickly grabbed the bottle and threw it at a tree, making it break into a dozen crystal pieces. Then the guys ran away.

Scott scooped up the still passed out Rae, and headed in the opposite direction, with us following behind.

"Please tell me that was because of the breakup..." Sties got no reply. "Or cause tomorrow's the full moon?" Still no reply.

We got to the Jeep and Scott put Rae in the backseat.

"Going home now, yeah?" Stiles asked him.

He nodded, and we got in the car.

|| Teen Wolf ||

"Hey, Dad!" I greeted, the next morning, giving him a hug from behind.

"Hey, Samster."

"Working?" I asked. He had been staring at papers on his desk.

"Yup."

"I almost forgot! I have a date tonight," I told him.

I told him everything. Well, almost everything. I hated keeping the whole supernatural thing a secret from him, but I wanted to keep him safe.

"With who?" he frowned.

"Isaac Lahey. He's on the lacrosse team," I answered.

"Sammy… " he gave me a look.

"Dad! I'm planning on being a virgin for a while, okay?" I groaned.

"How long?" he crossed his arms.

"18."

He raised his eyebrows.

"30?"

He raised his eyebrows even higher.

"50?!" I put my arms up in exasperation.

He still was giving me that look.

"Dad! I actually want to get married and have kids some day! You, yourself, said that you wanted grandkids!"

"I trust you, sweetie. I just want you to give me the boy's phone number, and I want you to be home by 9:30 sharp!" he said.

"Okay, fair enough," I told him.

|| Teen Wolf ||

"It's just weird. Everybody's talking about what happened the other night, and nobody knows it was us," Allison was saying.

"Thank you for the protection of minors," Lydia said.

"Do you think I made the wrong decision?" Allison asked.

"About that jacket with that dress? Absolutely," Lydia told her.

Rolling my eyes at Lydia, I said, "Not being biased, but I do. I mean you two really did like each other. You can't just throw something like that away."

"You think?"

"I really do."

RAEGAN MCCALL

Scott, Stiles, and I walked into class to take our big test.

I didn't study for it because I had so many shows to catch up on.

Hey, just because I was helping out my brother with his supernatural problems did not mean I was going to give up seeing my precious babe Damon each week.

I haven't been paying much attention in class either. It wasn't my fault that the stuff we were learning was so boring! I'll just have to wing it.

The three of us took our seats.

"You have 45 minutes to complete the test. 25% of your grade can be earned right now simply by writing your name on the cover of the blue book," Mr. Harris droned.

Stiles and I quickly scribbled our names on the test booklet.

Sweet! Now I know that I'm going to at least get a 25%!

"However, as happens every year, one of you will inexplicably fail to put your name on the cover, and I'll be left yet again questioning my decision to ever become a teacher. So let's get the disappointment over with. Begin."

I read the first question and decided to skip it. I could come back to the questions I didn't know later.

This routine went on for the next 10 questions. That's when I realized I was screwed, and probably going to fail.

Damnit! I should've studied. Curse you Damon and your godly looks!

I discreetly looked around to see if I could cheat off of somebody.

My eyes landed on Scott, who looked looked like he was about to rip up the test. Must be an effect of the full moon.

Suddenly, Scott got up and ran off.

"Mr. McCall!" Mr. Harris yelled at Scott's retreating figure.

Stiles and I both shared a look and ran after Scott.

"Miss McCall, Mr. Stilinski!" Mr. Harris shouted.

Stiles kept running, but I turned back and shrugged, "Sorry, Mr. Harris. I gotta make sure my little brother's alright." I couldn't help the face-splitting grin on my face.

Well, that's one way to get out of a test. Thank you Scott McCall and your wolfy-ness.

|| Teen Wolf ||

"-stopped the panic attack. Irony," Stiles was saying as I opened the locker room door.

"How'd you know to do that?"

"I used to get them when mom died, remember? Not fun, huh."

Then I chirped up, from behind the lockers, "Guys... are you decent?"

"Yeah, Rae, we're dressed," Scott said.

I walked into the showers to find Scott wet and in shorts and Stiles holding his backpack.

"I remember when you got those," I said to what Stiles was saying before. "They sucked ass."

He nodded, sadly.

Scott changed the subject, "I looked at her and it was like someone hit me in the ribs with a hammer."

"Yeah, it's called heartbreak," Stiles told him. "About two billion songs written about it."

"I can't stop thinking about her."

"Well, you can think about this: Her dad's a werewolf hunter, and you're a werewolf. So... It was bound to become an issue," Stiles laughed, Scott didn't say anything.

"Yeah, not helpful," I muttered, nudging Stiles.

"God, dude, I mean, yeah you got dumped. And it's supposed to suck."

"No, that's not it," Scott said. "It was like I could feel everything in the room, everyone's emotions."

"It's gotta be the full moon. So we'll lock you up in your room, just like we planned. That way the alpha can't get to you," Stiles said.

"I think we need to do way more than lock me in my room."

"What, because you'll be caught by a hunter?"

"No. Because if I get out..." Scott said slowly, "I think I might kill someone."