SAMANTHA STILINSKI

After school, before lacrosse practice, I was in the hall, talking to Lydia and one of her friends that I forgot the name of, when Scott walked up to us.

"Hey Sammy," he said to me, then turned to Lydia. "Lydia, can we talk for a second?"

"Of course," Lydia smiled, flirtatiously.

Wait, what? Did I miss something?

He followed her into Coach's office.

Lydia's friend kept talking to me, but I couldn't pay attention.

I listened in to Lydia and Scott's conversation. Hey! I'm not eavesdropping, I'm just curious. What would Scott want to talk to Lydia about?

"Needed someone to talk to?" Lydia asked.

"It's just, uh, I needed to ask you something," Scott answered. "Do you know...uh... Do you know if Allison still likes me?"

"Of course she still likes you."

"Really?"

"She'll always like you... As friends. Just friends." What?!

"Just friends?"

"If you ask me, of course no one asks me, she made a big mistake. Ask me how I know that."

"How?"

"Because I know you locked us in there to protect us, that night. Because I know that if a guy risks his life for you, you should be grateful."

What the hell is she talking about? Just this morning, she was telling Allison what a jerk Scott is for abandoning them in the classroom that night.

"Are you grateful?" Scott asked, in a husky voice. What the hell?

I noticed the girl that was trying to talk to me had left. I felt bad, but I'd have to make it up to her later.

"I think you'd be pretty surprised... just... how grateful... I can be... " she said, walking closer to him.

They started making out and I burst through the door.

"Sammy!" Lydia exclaimed, fixing her hair.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO DOING?!" I yelled at them. I rarely got mad, but when I did, I had to agree with Stiles; I was a monster. "Get out, Lydia!"

"Jesus Christ, Sammy. Chill." She left in a huff.

"What the hell was that?!" I scowled at Scott.

"She kissed me, Sammy. Not my fault," he snickered.

"This is not your fault?!" I spat. "How the hell am I going to tell my brother, who has been in love with my best friend since fifth grade, who is dating another guy, might I add, that his best friend kissed her?"

"Easy." He got really close to me, our faces were only a few inches apart. "Just don't tell him."

"I'm sorry," I said, taking a step away. "I have to."

"And why is that?" he mumbled, backing me up against the wall.

I tried pushing him away, but he was like a wall of steel.

"I hate your stupid super strength," I groaned.

"Should've thought of that before you came barging in, Sammy," he smirked.

Anger bubbled inside of me. He may be one of my best friends and I may care about him a lot, but I was not going to let him get away with this.

"I'm telling Stiles because it's the right thing to do, and you know that!" I said. "What's gotten into you?! Why are you acting like this?"

"I'm not acting like anything, Sammy. This is who I am." He started leaning in.

"No, Scott. Stop!" I struggled. He was scaring me. "Get the hell away from me, Scott!" I slapped him across the face, hard.

He stumbled back, looking shell-shocked. "I'm so sorry, Sammy. St-stay away from me."

He ran out of the room.

RAEGAN MCCALL

"Uh... Hi, Sam," I greeted, as a flustered Sammy took a seat next to me on the bleachers.

"You're brother is being a scoundrel and a jerk-face!" she fumed, crossing her arms.

"Interesting choice of words," I laughed. "Wait... Why you are sitting with me, why aren't you sitting with Lydia?"

"I guess we're having a fight..."

I nodded and changed the subject, "So what did my dweeb of a brother do?"

"He and Lydia made out!" she whisper-shouted in my ear.

"What the hell?!" I said. "Scott made out with her? It must be the effect of the full moon!"

"Oh! That makes sense. Because that's not all he did," she whispered. "He also kind of tried to force me to kiss him."

"He didn't," I said in a deathly low tone. My fists were balled up and turning white.

Sammy was about to say something but was interrupted by someone tapping her on the shoulder.

We both turned towards Isaac, who was in his lacrosse jersey.

"Hey, Rae," he grinned at me.

"Hi, Isaac," I smiled, trying to calm myself down.

I noticed Sammy look at me and then to him, but then shook her head.

"Hey," Sammy said.

"Sammy, I'll pick you up at seven," he smiled. "It's going to be a picnic, so wear something warm."

"Will do, Isaac," she gave a high-pitched giggle.

I cringed.

Isaac grinned and left when the whistle blew.

Practice had begun.

|| Teen Wolf ||

It was Scott's turn.

He ran up to the goal, but two players slammed him to the floor.

I winced, "Ooh, they better not push him."

He got back up, went back, and shoved Stiles. Then he ran to the goal again, this time he pushed the two players. He ran up to Danny, the goalie, and hit him in the face with his stick, and made the shot.

Everyone ran to Danny, including Sammy and I.

Lydia came out of nowhere, and asked Jackson, "Is he okay?"

"It looks like he just has a bloody nose-" Jackson stared at Lydia.

"What?"

"Your lipstick."

She took out a compact, and fixed her lipstick, "Oh, wonder how that happened."

Sammy and I gave each other knowing looks.

Jackson glared at Lydia, "Yeah. I wonder."

Sammy and I noticed Scott and Stiles arguing a few yards away and ran to them.

When we reached them, they stormed off in two different directions.

Sammy ran after Stiles and I ran after Scott, who was stomping off into the woods.

"Scott!" I called.

He didn't stop.

I caught up to him and and grabbed his arm, "Scott, stop!"

He whipped around to face me, "What do you want, Raegan?"

"Scott, you're not being yourself. Quit it! Get in control! Think of Allison, your anchor, remember?"

"Don't you get it? Allison's not my anything anymore! Besides, I am being myself. This is the real me."

"This is not you, Scott. The Scott I know would never do what you tried to do to Sammy. Especially when you're own sister was raped! Especially when you know exactly how that kind of thing ruins a girl's life! How could you?!" I choked, tears streaming down my face.

"Oh, get a grip, Raegan. You're always trying to act so tough with your kickboxing, and your devil-may-care attitude, and your sleeping around! But newsflash; you're just a weak, pathetic, whiney little slut!"

"Fuck you, dickhead!" I snapped.

Not caring that he was my little brother or a dangerous werewolf, I took a swing at his face.

There was a crack as my fist connected with his jaw. But, unfortunately, the loud noise was from my fist, not his jaw.

I managed to keep a straight face as my throbbing hand fell to my side.

Scott just rubbed his jaw, and grinned, "Seems like that hurt you more than it hurt me."

I turned around, and stormed back to the school.

Sammy was in the jeep, and I caught up with Stiles just as he was about to open the door.

"Stiles, could you drive me to the hospital?" I said in a shaky voice.

He looked at me in concern, "What did he do?"

"He-uh-He didn't do anything to me. I-I tried to punch him and hurt myself. Listen, you gotta make sure he doesn't get out. He's dangerous. He made out with Lydia and tried to force Sam to kiss him."

He clenched his teeth and rubbed his face, "I know he's not in control and all, but he's so getting what's coming to him."

SAMANTHA STILINSKI

After we had dropped Rae off, Stiles dropped me off home and headed for Scott's.

I felt tears prickling my eyes, as I stared at my reflection in my vanity mirror

Why was I so upset? That wasn't wasn't Scott who did that to me, he would never do anything to hurt me.

Trying to shake it off, I focused on the task at hand; getting ready for the date.

I started with makeup; I needed a lot of it.

I wasn't naturally pretty like Rae, Lydia, and Allison. They always have tons of guys after them, because of their looks and their confident personalities.

As for me, nobody wants to be with an insecure drama queen.

That's why this date was so important to me. I finally had a guy who liked me. Jackson only dated me for popularity, so Isaac was the first guy who liked me for me. He makes me feel beautiful and confident. I think he could be the one.

Realizing I only had twenty minutes left, I quickly curled my hair and wore a navy blue floral dress with a jean jacket and flats.

"You look just like your mother," Dad smiled, when I came down. "With my hair of course."

I smiled, warmly.

"You wearing her necklace?" Dad pointed to the diamond necklace I wore.

"It feels like she's with me whenever I wear it," I smiled.

"She would've been so excited if she were here right now," he smiled sadly.

|| Teen Wolf ||

The doorbell rang, indicating that Isaac was here.

"Dad, be cool. Please," I asked of him.

"Aren't I always?" he grinned.

I rolled my eyes and went to open the door.

I swung the door open, to find Isaac looking adorably handsome in some dark jeans, and a blue striped sweater that matched his eyes perfectly.

"Hey," Isaac scratched the back of his neck. "You-uh-look nice."

"Thanks," I blushed. "Not too shabby yourself."

"Listen, young man," Dad said, coming up behind me.

"Y-Yes sir?" The grin from Isaac's face fell.

"I want you to bring my daughter home by 9:30! Not a second late. And if you're late, just know that I am the sheriff," Dad crossed his arms, intimidatingly.

"Yes, sir!" Isaac nodded, and I couldn't help but laughing at the whole ordeal.

"Bye, Dad!" I kissed his cheek."Love you."

|| Teen Wolf ||

"What's in here?" I asked, touching the picnic basket.

"Nutella sandwiches and juice," he smiled.

"Best. Dinner. Ever!" I squealed.

Ugh, I need to work on being more cool and collected around him. I don't want to scare him off!

"I know, I am an amazing cook," he chuckled.

"So..." I said, staring up at the stars. "Tell me something I don't know about you."

"Well... I have a younger sister, Adeline."

"Ooh! How old is she? What's she like?"

"She's fourteen and a big Harry Potter fan, like you," he nudged me, smiling.

"WHAT HOUSE IS SHE?!"

"Umm... I think it started with an H. I forgot."

"SHE'S A HUFFLEPUFF?! I must meet her. Tell me more?"

"Sure."

|| Teen Wolf ||

I was in the middle of telling Isaac a funny story about Stiles, when the devil himself called.

"Hello?"

"Sammy, can you come to Scott's house? Like, right now?" Stiles asked.

"I'm on a date!" I whined.

"It's an emergency."

"Fine. I'm coming," I groaned.

|| Teen Wolf ||

When Isaac pulled up in front of Scott's house, I said, "Thanks, Isaac. That was fun while it lasted. Again, I'm so sorry I had to leave early."

"It's cool. I understand."

Trying not to overthink it, I leaned over the middle console of the car, and kissed him.

When I pulled away, he looked dazed.

Giggling, I got out of the car, and said, "See you tomorrow, Isaac!"

I shut the door and walked up to Scott's front door.

I heard Isaac pull away as I knocked on the door.

RAEGAN MCCALL

"Is it broken?" Stiles asked, examining my hand.

"Yeah," I answered.

When I had gotten to the hospital, Mom had asked what had happened.

Obviously, I couldn't tell her that my little brother had gone psycho werewolf on me, causing me to try to punch him. So I just told her I had punched a wall.

She looked disappointed, and said we'd talk about it later. A conversation I was not looking forward to having.

A doctor examined my hand and had pronounced it broken.

So I got a splint, a slap on the wrist (gotta love that irony) and came home.

At home, I found Stiles freaking out about Scott.

But before I could demand details, there was a knock at the door.

"Who the hell is that?" I groaned.

"It must be Sammy, I told her to come over here," he said, walking down the stairs.

"You interrupted her date, Stiles!" I scolded, following him.

"Hey, that was just an added bonus," he said as he opened the front door for Sammy.

She came in, wearing a dopey grin on her face.

Jealousy overcame me. I would never be like that; young and in love. I had way too many issues. I don't think I'll ever fall in love, period.

"Why do you look like Spongebob on drugs?" I asked, in a snarky tone.

She ignored me, and turned to Stiles.

But the grin fell when she saw the look on Stiles' face.

"What happened?" she asked him.

"I handcuffed Scott to the air vent, but he broke free. And we really need to find him guys. He said some really, really bad things. And he had this serial killer look in his eyes, he's extremely dangerous."

"Okay, let's go."

Sammy flung the door open, to find Scott there, looking solemn.

"Derek's alive."

|| Teen Wolf ||

After Scott had explained to us that Derek was alive, he told us about the cure to being a werewolf.

The cure was to kill the one that bit you. Scott had to kill the alpha.

After dumping those bombshells on us, Stiles said we'd discuss it the morning, and left with Sammy.

Now, Scott came to me and inspected my hand, sadly.

"I'm so sorry, Raegan. About everything. About all that stuff I said to you. And about what I did to Sammy..."

"It's fine, Scott. You weren't yourself. But I'm not the one you should be apologizing to..."

SAMANTHA STILINSKI

I was in my bed, writing in my diary. Today was a hell of a day, so I wrote almost three pages about it.

When I finished, I changed into my pajamas, and was about to go to sleep, when I heard a knock on my window.

I turned around to find Scott standing on my balcony.

I opened the doors, and he said, "Hey."

"Hey," I replied.

"Do you absolutely hate me?"

"Kind of..."

"Listen," he took a hold of my arm. "I'm really sorry, and I don't even know how to apologize, because what I did was unacceptable. You have no idea how bad I feel."

"I know you weren't yourself, I just never expected you to do something like that."

"I know and I'm such an idiot."

"It's fine," I said. "It was the full moon, and you're still learning how to control this werewolf thing."

"No, it's not fine," he said. "I should've controlled myself!"

"As long as you don't do it again, I forgive you," I said, giving him a hug.

"It won't happen again, I promise," he said into my shoulder.

"You smell like a wet dog."

"Shut up," he joked.

"No," I said, pulling away. "Seriously, go take a shower, wolf-brain!"

"Wolf-brain?"

"That's my new nickname for you whenever you act up," I smiled.

"That's my new nickname for you whenever you act up," he mimicked.

I stuck my tongue out at him.

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