Starr Hale: Lucky! We didn't get a single snow day in Virginia. - R

Potterheart234: Ikr, they're cute. - R

SAMANTHA STILINSKI

I was with Allison and Lydia in the forest. Allison had said she wanted to make a pit stop before shopping.

"Allison - When you said you needed to stop for an errand before we went shopping, a five mile hike in the woods was not what I was expecting," Lydia groaned.

I let out a chuckle. I warned her not to wear heels, but she didn't listen.

"Before I forget, I wanted to ask if you're okay with something," Allison said, ignoring Lydia's groaning. "Jackson asked me to the winter formal."

Wow, that took quite a turn. Was everybody in this trio going to date Jackson and realize how much of a jerk he is? I still don't know what I saw in him. The only special thing that I shared with him was him being my first kiss. Other than that, there was no real connection.

"Did he?" Lydia asked.

"Uh-huh. Just as friends. But I just wanted to make sure you're okay with it first," Allison said.

"Sure. As long as it's just friends."

"Well, yeah, I mean - It's not like I would take him to the coach's office during lacrosse practice to make out with him or anything," Allison told her.

I snickered.

"Uh, about that -" Lydia said. "I'm really sorry."

"I'm not mad at you for making out with him. I was just mad at you for not telling me," Allison said.

"So you forgive me?" Lydia asked.

"Yeah, but just tell us everything because that's what best friends do. Right, Sammy?" Allison said.

"Uh-huh," I nodded, uneasily.

I felt guilty. I was keeping so many things from them lately and I felt terrible about it. I usually told especially Lydia everything, but I've been keeping tons of secrets from her now. I just don't want them getting mixed up in everything.

"So…" Lydia said. "When are we going shopping?"

"Soon," Allison told her, taking out an arrow from her bag.

The smile from my face vanished. That was a hunter weapon.

"What does it do?" Lydia asked.

"We're about to find out," Allison replied.

"Be careful with that thing! I'm going to die out here before I even get to go to the formal!" I groaned.

"So melodramatic," Lydia rolled her eyes.

Allison notched the arrow into the bow and drew the bow back. Once she let go, the arrow hit a tree, exploding.

"Okay, Katniss Everdeen! What the hell was that?!" I exclaimed, an anxious smile on my face. Was she turning into a hunter?

"I don't know," she muttered, thoughtfully.

"Well - that was fun! Any more lethal weapons you wanna try out?" Lydia commented.

God, I hoped not.

We suddenly heard a sound of a twig snapping.

"Did you hear that?" Allison asked.

"Yes!" Lydia exclaimed. "Can we go now?"

"Relax. I'm going to find out what it is," Allison proclaimed. "Lydia, hold this." Allison gave the bow to Lydia and she held it gingerly.

"Sammy stay with Lydia," Allison said.

"No complaints here," I gladly agreed as Allison took off.

A few minutes later Allison came back smiling.

"It was just Scott. He found my necklace. He left though."

"Great. Can we go now?" Lydia questioned, giving Allison the bow back.

"Shopping time!" I exclaimed, taking the lead back to the car.

|| Teen Wolf ||

When Allison and Lydia dropped me off home after shopping, I headed to the kitchen to get some milk, but Stiles beat me to it. He gave me his evil smile as he took a large gulp of milk straight from the carton.

"I hate you," I groaned, crossing my arms.

"You know you love me," he smiled.

"You know you love me," I mimicked.

"Will you guys keep it down!" Dad yelled down from the hall.

"He started it!" I huffed as I headed for Dad's office, Stiles trailing behind me.

"She's just being a brat," Stiles retorted.

"Dad's going to support me because I'm his favorite!" I smiled.

"You two," Dad said. "Cut it."

"Anyways… what are you doing?" I asked, coming to take a look at the papers on his desk.

"Work," Dad sighed.

"Anything we can help you with?" Stiles asked from the doorway, still holding the carton.

"You know, if you poured me an ounce of whiskey, that would be awfully nice."

I went to get a glass as Stiles got out the whiskey. We took a seat at the table.

"Any leads?" Stiles asked.

"You know that I can't discuss that with you," Dad disclosed. "Not too much," he warned as Stiles began to pour the whiskey.

Stiles suddenly got this look in his eye, and began to pour the glass full.

My eyes widened as I realized his plan. My twin truly was an evil genius.

"Okay. There you go, Dad." Stiles gave him the glass.

"Thanks," Dad said, not even glancing down at it.

"Bottoms up," Stiles chuckled as Dad drank the whiskey.

|| Teen Wolf ||

"You know, Derek Hale would be a whole hale of a lot - Hale of a lot?" Dad stuttered.

Not even ten minutes later, he was drunk.

"Hell of a lot?" I asked.

"Hell. Yes. He would be a hell of a lot easier to catch if we could get an actual picture of him," he said.

"How do you not have a picture of him?" Stiles questioned.

"It's the weirdest thing. It's like every time we tried to get a mug shot, it's like two… laser beams were pointing at the camera," Dad said, showing us a picture of Derek, which indeed did not show his face.

"Nice," Stiles mused at the photo.

"Oh, my God. Ohh! God, that ounce hit me like a brick. And I have said way too much, and if you repeat any of that -" Dad continued on.

"Dad - it's us. We're not gonna say anything. Come on," Stiles assured.

"Yeah, we're really good at keeping secrets," I snorted.

Dad continued, "See, the thing is they're all connected. I mean, the bus driver that got killed, he was an insurance investigator assigned to the Hale house fire."

"'Terminated under suspicion of fraud'," Stiles read off the paper.

"Exactly."

"Who else?" I questioned.

"The video store clerk who got his throat slashed - He's a convicted felon, history of arson."

"What about the other two guys, the guys who got killed in the woods?" Stiles asked.

"Priors all over their records, including-" Dad said, but I cut him off.

"Arson. So maybe they all had something to do with the fire," I realized, finally putting the pieces together.

"Another shot?" Stiles asked.

"No, no, no, no more," Dad refused.

"Dad, come on. You work really hard, all right?" Stiles said.

"Yeah, you deserve it," I nodded in agreement.

I hated doing this to him, but we were finally getting answers.

"Oh my God, I'm gonna have such a hangover," Dad groaned as Stiles poured some more whiskey in the glass.

"You mean you're gonna have such a good night's sleep," Stiles told him. "We're gonna have an eternity in the lowest circle of hell," Stiles whispered to me.

"I might as well burn myself myself alive to get it over with!" I whispered back.

"There's just so many questions," Dad said.

"Like what?" I asked.

"Like if Derek - wanted to kill everyone involved with the fire. Then why start with his sister? I mean, she had nothing to do with it. Why make it look like some kind of animal did it? When that cougar ended up in the parking lot - I checked with animal control. You know the instances of wild animal reports were up 70% over the past few months? It's like they're just going crazy, running out of the woods. I don't know," Dad sighed.

"Or something's scaring them out," Stiles muttered to me.

"You know, I miss talking to you. It's like we never have time -" Dad said, but was interrupted by Stiles.

"Dad, you know, I have to make a phone call - I'm sorry. I'll be right back," Stiles rushed out of the room.

Aww, Dad!

I went to him, putting my arms around him.

"I miss it, and I miss your mom," Dad finished, smiling at me.

"I do, too," I smiled back.

Dad was reaching for the whiskey bottle again, but I stopped him by putting the bottle away.

"That's enough, Dad," I smiled.

Dad chuckled. "You remind me of your mother a lot. She would've done the same thing."

"I know," I smiled.

RAEGAN MCCALL

I was in my room, painting my nails a bright nail, when my mom barged in.

"Mom!" I said in shock. Shock for her sudden appearance and for how she looked. "Dude, you look great. No scratch that, you look stunning!"

She smiled and waved me off, "Thanks. You know how I do."

I grinned at her. "So you still haven't told me about this guy."

"He's just some medical rep I met at work," she answered as she played with her hair.

"Not a potential new daddy?" I asked, winking at her.

She laughed, "I just met him."

The doorbell rang and my mom shouted, "Scott, could you get the door?!" She ran to my vanity mirror and said, "Ah, I'm not ready. Do you have nice jewelry? Oh and perfume!" The doorbell rang again. "Scott?! Get the door! Your brother sure is taking his time answering the door," Mom muttered, before exploring my entire jewelry box.

I shrugged, finishing up my last toenail.

After the doorbell rang for third time, she quickly chose a bracelet and ran out of my room, yelling, "Scott, for the love of God, please!" To me, she said, "Bye sweetie, love you. Be good."

"Love you, too!" I called out, as she ran down the stairs.

A few minutes later, Scott came up the stairs and into my room, looking like someone just shat in his cereal. It was a wonderful mixture of shock, horror, and nausea.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked as he moved closer to me.

"Something big came up and I need to go check it out. Could you please make sure Jackson doesn't get into any trouble at Holly's party tonight?"

My eyebrows furrowed. "What is it? What came up?"

He shook his head. "Nothing you need to worry about. I just got to take care of some things. Just please, stay with him."

"I mean, fine by me. It's not like I got anything better to do."

"Thank you." He was about to leave my room until I stopped him.

"On one condition," he faced me. "After you do whatever need to do, you have to tell me what was so important that you had to leave right away."

He nodded.

He began to move, but my voice stopped him once more. "Oh and be careful, alright? Don't go getting bit by anything else."

"I promise," he said, before running to his room.

I sighed, and started getting ready for the party.

|| Teen Wolf ||

I had just gotten a drink, when Jackson bumped into me in the kitchen.

"Are you guys gonna follow me everywhere?" Jackson yelled.

"Jeez, calm down. I'm not following you." Yes. Yes, I totally was.

He scoffed and went away.

I was watching him take a seat next to some bleach blonde girl on the couch, when a brunette (I think her name was Trina..?) approached me.

"Hey, wanna hear a joke?" she asked.

"Sure…" I said slowly.

"What did the left leg say to the right leg?"

"I don't know."

"Nothing, because they never met! Get it? Because you're a slut," she laughed.

Before I could say anything, another girl said, "Are you not a slut? So then what are you? A volunteer prostitute or something?"

They both snickered at me.

Then a third girl joined in. "I wonder if sluts call their private parts public parts…"

Everyone in the kitchen started laughing at my expense.

I tried defending myself, but it was too loud for anyone to hear.

I could feel my anger coming to a boil. Not being able to control myself, I clipped Trina in the face. As blood started spewing from her nose, I stormed out of the kitchen and ran upstairs.

Don't cry.

Don't cry.

Don't cry.

I collided with Jackson hard as he was coming out of the bathroom.

"Really? The bathroom too, now?!" he exclaimed.

"I heard you and Lydia broke up," I blurted out, seeking confirmation.

"Yeah. And?"

Not wasting another second, I grabbed him by the collar and started kissing him.

At first he was surprised, but then he started kissing back as he pulled me back into the bathroom, locking the door behind us.

SAMANTHA STILINSKI

"This is actually a good plan, Scott!" I exclaimed.

"I know, and it better work," he replied.

Stiles and I were in the car with Scott, currently driving behind Melissa and her date…

Wait for it…

Peter Hale, aka the motherfreaking alpha!

Thinking about them together made me want to puke. Melissa was like a mom to me, and her and Peter together was just repulsing. I can't imagine how Scott and Rae must feel like. Speaking of…

"Where's Rae?" I asked.

"Looking over Jackson at Holly's party," Scott informed.

"Scott, are you sure that's such a great idea? You know what she does at parties."

Scott turned to give me a sour look, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I-I mean-"

Stiles defended me, "Hey, don't lash out at Sammy. She's right. Your sister does get a little distracted at parties, if you know what I mean. How's she gonna watch Jackson?"

Scott squeezed his fists so hard they turned white.

God, me and my big mouth!

But before I could apologize, Stiles said, "Hey, hey, hey, isn't that your mom's car?" He pointed to silver car parked on the side of the road.

Distracted, Scott unclenched his fists and grumbled, "Yeah, it is. You know the plan."

With that, Scott jumped out of the car, and Stiles bumped his car into Ms. McCall's.

All of us got out of our cars.

"Oh, are you kidding me? Stiles! Sammy!" Melissa yelled at us.

"Ms. McCall?" Stiles asked.

"Yes!" she yelled.

"Wow, this is - this is just crazy. What a coincidence, huh?" I said.

"You've got to be kidding me!" she groaned.

"I mean - I do not know what happened. You guys just came out of nowhere," Stiles exclaimed.

"Came out of nowhere?! We were parked on the side of the road, Stiles."

"How crazy is that? I mean, we should probably call the cops, you know, do like an accident report thing," I told her, trying to buy time and get her away from this evil asshole.

"I don't think that's necessary," Peter spoke up.

"Are you sure? I think I'm feeling a little whiplash," I said. I mentally slapped myself for what I said. How could I feel whiplash when when we were the ones that hit them?

"Whiplash? You hit us!" Melissa yelled.

"I don't know - there's something definitely wrong with her neck!" Stiles said, playing along.

"Yeah, my neck!" I groaned. "It hurts!"

Those drama classes I took in seventh grade were finally coming in handy. After all, I was Maid #3 in the school's production of 'The Little Mermaid'. I got to sing in the show for like two seconds for this one song. In addition, I was also an amazing tentacle for Ursula. I was like in twelve scenes in total. It was great.

"Really, Sammy?" Melissa asked. "We can go to the hospital if you want."

I guess I'm too good at acting.

"There's no need for that!" I chuckled. "I mean, my neck is feeling so much better now!"

"Yeah, I mean it's a miracle!" Stiles chirped.

I noticed Peter talking to himself a few feet away. Either he really was a psychopath or he was talking to Scott, using their heightened senses. I'd bet on the latter.

"Did we ever tell you that you look amazing today?!" I stalled.

"I can't believe this," she sighed.

I noticed Scott take off from his hiding spot behind a car, which meant it was time to skadoodle.

"Anyways...We have to go!" I said.

"Nice seeing you!" Stiles yelled, rushing back to the car.

RAEGAN MCCALL

When I got back from the party, a little past midnight, Mom was sleeping but Scott still wasn't back yet.

So I waited up for him, as I watched old Gossip Girl episodes.

Two and a half episodes later, Scott finally showed.

The first thing I noticed, as he came through the door, was all the blood on his shirt.

I got up, ran to him, and started examining him. "Scott, are you okay? Are you hurt? What happened?"

"Hunters happened. But I'm good now. I have a lot to tell you."

He collapsed onto the couch and I took a seat next to him.

He started with, "What happened at the party? You were supposed to keep an eye on Jackson."

"I'm sorry. I just freaked out about something dumb and bolted."

"Well, Mom's date tonight was Peter."

I stood up, "What?!"

"I didn't tell you because I needed you focused on Jackson. And I knew you'd want to come help with Mom. But Stiles, Sammy, and I handled it."

I sat back down, "Okay. So everything's good then?"

"Not quite done yet," he said. "Peter let slip that they were gonna kill Jackson, so-"

"Oh, no." I felt guilt and panic blossom in the pit of my stomach.

"Let me finish," he urged. "I went to Derek's and saved Jackson from him just in time," I let out a breath of air at that, "But then the hunters showed up. They shot at Derek and I. But Derek gave himself up so that I could escape, so now he's captured. And since I'm pretty sure their weapons are poisoned, I passed out in the forest. I could've died if Deaton didn't find me."

"Deaton?!"

"Yeah. Apparently he knows all about us. He's a vet, but he also helps supernaturals."

"So what about Derek then? Is he on our side now?"

"Honestly, I don't know… But let's talk about the rest later, yeah? I'm bone-tired."

"Sure, Scottie. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."