RAEGAN MCCALL

"Call it again," Scott practically demanded for the hundredth time.

I groaned loudly from Scott's bed, "Scott, seriously? You're bugging! We gotta go to school! Wait… did I just say that…?"

"Come on, I know it's here!" he retorted, ignoring me, as he searched for his misplaced phone.

Sammy, who was sitting on the rolling chair, sighed, "It's not here."

Suddenly, Scott got up and stopped searching for his phone.

Then he turned to the three of us, including Stiles, "You guys are right. You're always right. Why do I even question your guys' rightness? You clearly are so right. It makes me cry at how right you are," is what I wished he said.

Instead he continued his search and ignored us.

"So you lost your phone," Stiles said lifting his arms as if to say what's done is done. "Why don't you just get a new one?"

"I can't afford a new one," argued Scott from his position on the floor.

"That's not our problem, Mr. Irresponsible," I replied as I layed on his bed with my face in the mattress.

Scott groaned, whether it was at me or not finding his phone I didn't know. "And I can't do this alone. We have to find Derek."

Sigh.

Derek.

I didn't know how to feel about him. He was one rude motherfucker. He's also a bad guy, he sided with the Alpha. But on the other hand, he saved my brother's life. That's got to mean he's good now, right?

I hope so. Because we stood no chance without Derek. Three puny humans and a newbie wolf versus two expert wolves who've been raised to become werewolves?

Yeah, right.

Still, Stiles was optimistic. "Well A, you're not alone, you have me," he said happily, as if he was the best thing in the world.

Propping myself on one elbow, I looked at Stiles and cleared my throat suggestively.

He blatantly looked in the other direction.

I cleared my throat again more loudly and Sammy lightly kicked him in the shin.

He smacked his lips and went to continue talking when a huge pillow hit his face. He was almost sent flying to the floor, partly from shock, partly from him just being Stiles.

"Alright, Jesus!" Stiles shouted.

I sat crisscross applesauce and waved him off. "Please, that's too formal. Call me Raegan or 'oh great one'. I accept either or."

Sammy burst out laughing and Scott gave a low chuckle, seeing as how he was still looking for the missing phone.

Stiles gave me deadpan look, "Hardy, har, har." He flipped me off before turning back to Scott. "As I was saying, you're not alone. You have me, Sammy, and that thing contaminating your bed." Another pillow, a dramatic duck, and another middle finger. "And B, didn't you say Derek walked into gunfire? He sounds pretty dead."

"You sound pretty dead," I retorted loudly, threatening to throw another pillow. I swear Scott had so many freaking pillows and it's not fair.

Stiles flinched at the pillow before retorting, "You're still worried about him? I thought you were angry at him for siding with the Alpha?"

"I am, but that doesn't mean I want him dead," I replied, crossing my arms. "Besides, he can't be dead. He's Derek Hale. He does not die easily."

"Gunfire," Stiles repeated slowly, "He walked into gunfire. Unless he's walking around with a bunch of bullet holes, I doubt he's alive."

"You said almost the same thing that night at the school."

"Yeah, so?"

"He survived."

"…Oh yeah, huh."

"Stupid," Sammy laughed.

"Shut up. You're supposed to be on my side!" Stiles told Sammy, but she just shrugged in response.

As Scott moved frantically around the room, he voiced his thoughts, "Stop arguing guys! Look, Argent's plan was to use him to get to the Alpha. They're not gonna kill him."

Stiles had his mouth open for a bit before he finally got some words out. "Alright, so just let them do what they're planning, you know? They use Derek to get Peter. Problem solved."

"I can't let them! Not if Peter's going after Allison to find Derek!" Scott shouted as he came out from his closet (ha-ha!) still empty-handed. "I can't protect her on my own, which means we need to find Derek first. J-Just help me."

Stiles spoke, "You know you probably lost it when you two were fighting." Stiles seems to be heading in the right direction. "You remember that? When he was trying to kill you after you interrupted him trying to kill Jackson? Are you starting to see a pattern of violent behavior here?" And he just switched lanes.

After a moment of silence, Scott spoke up, "He wasn't going to kill anyone." I smirked at Stiles as he made an 'are-you-serious' face. "And I'm not letting him die."

"Can you at least think about letting him die? For me?" Stiles asked before he got hit by another pillow.

Before Scott could answer, he stopped what he was doing and froze.

I furrowed my eyebrows and looked towards Stiles and Sammy, who shrugged. I only sighed, because it seemed my brother was getting weirder by the day.

"What?" Sammy asked in a tone that easily sounded like 'what else could possibly go wrong now?'

"Our mom just got home from work," answered Scott, still not moving. Then he stopped talking and stood there listening to whatever Mom was doing.

And that caused me to say, "Well, we don't all have super-werewolf hearing. Do you think you could let us in on what you're hearing, Scooby? Thanks."

"Is she okay?" Sammy asked after Scott didn't say anything.

It was actually worrying me now. "Spit it out, Scott."

Silently and sadly, Scott shook his head.

I froze at his answer and Stiles looked at me before he spoke up, "What's she doing?"

For a second, Scott didn't say anything but then he replied sullenly, "Crying."

That one word broke my heart and I almost started crying. You have to realize that my mom is tough. She doesn't let anything bother her, so when she cries it's a big deal. She hasn't really cried since her and my dad split up. And even at that, she was still tough. Now, the way Scott's face fell, I knew she was really taking the whole ruined-date-with-Peter thing personally.

Scott and I both forlornly sat down on the bed.

Stiles let out a sigh and said, "Scott, you can't protect everyone."

Scott looked at Stiles and said in determination, "I have to."

SAMANTHA STILINSKI

"Scott?" I asked, after Rae and Stiles left. "Can I talk to you?"

"What did you do?" he groaned.

"What do you mean?" I questioned.

"I've been friends with you since kindergarten. That's your 'I did something bad and I need to own up to it' face."

"I hate you so much!" I laughed. "Anyways, you're right. I wanted to apologize about what I said about Rae yesterday. I didn't mean it."

"It's fine."

"I'm really, really sorry-Wait…it's fine? You're gonna let me off that easy?" I joked.

"I know you didn't mean it like that," he said. "You just have no filter and phrased it wrong."

"I'm still working on that," I smiled. "I guess I was just worried about her."

"I see you guys are trying to repair your friendship," he said. "Knowing my sister, it's going to be a long, bumpy road."

"We've come a long way," I said, thoughtfully.

"Yup," he laughed. "You two went from sneers and glares and avoidance to at least tolerating each other."

I laughed. "Anyways, c'mon we gotta go. We're probably like twenty minutes late to class."

His eyes widened, "Mom's gonna kill me!"

|| Teen Wolf ||

After school, Allison, Lydia, and I went dress shopping. Stiles had also tagged along.

"What's wrong, Allie?" I asked, noticing the gloomy look on her face as we descended the escalator.

"Nothing's wrong, I just- I have a lot on my mind," she told me.

"You could smile, at least. Ever heard of the saying, "Never frown. Someone could be falling in love with your smile"? Smile, Allison. I'm buying you a dress," Lydia said, ever bossy.

"Have to admit as far as apologies go, that's more than I expected," Allison chuckled.

"Excellent," Lydia chirped.

"Lydia, could you do something for me, too?" I smiled, as we got off the escalator.

"Why are you smiling at me like that? That's your evil smile!" Lydia exclaimed. "What do you want?"

I haven't used my matchmaking abilities in a while, I hope they weren't getting dusty.

"I want you to cancel on whatever dumb, roided - up jock you said yes to and you're going to go with somebody else," I told her, the smile not leaving my face.

"Who?" Lydia questioned, eyebrows furrowed.

"Him," I responded, pointing to my twin brother who, at the moment, had spritzed perfume in his face, causing him to sneeze like lunatic. Ten points for great timing, Stiles.

"Don't frown, Lydia. Someone could be falling in love with your smile," Allison mocked.

"Good one!" I burst out laughing, giving Allison a high five.

"I hate you guys," Lydia huffed.

We only smiled sweetly at her before all three of us turned back to Stiles. He noticed us (LYDIA) watching and he smiled awkwardly and waved with three fingers.

|| Teen Wolf ||

For the rest of the time being, Stiles held all the clothes Lydia wanted to try on, and there was a lot.

"Oh okay, so are you just gonna try these on right now?" Stiles asked as Lydia began to drop more clothes onto the pile he was holding. "All of them?" He was at a loss for words, but followed her. "Is this a 24-hour Macy's?"

I put my hand to my heart and sighed, "Ah, young love."

Allison and I separated quickly. I was walking through the aisles, looking for cute dresses. I was really picky when it came to shopping. I really didn't like anything too gaudy. I wanted more of an Audrey Hepburn look. I wanted something classy and sophisticated.

I walked around a bit more before I found two cute dresses, one blue and one purple. I moved to them and grabbed them both while I sang hallelujah. One of these will be mine. They were both so gorgeous, that's what made it so hard to choose.

So I wasn't going to! I was going to have Allie choose and if I end up hating it, I'll blame her. Mwahaha!

But then I would feel bad for being mean to Allie. Sigh. I'll just have her choose and like it regardless. I mean it's Allison, you can't be mean to her. It's like against the rules.

Skipping to where I left her, I sang out, "Oh Allison! I need your assistance!" I grinned when I saw her but froze at the expression on her face and the man standing in front of her. I sucked in a breath and gulped.

Why was he here? I swear he's everywhere. You know who I'm talking about. Come on. Say it with me – Peter Hale, the alpha.

Trying to keep Allison calm, I started, "Oh hey, everything alright?"

"Y-Yeah," she said, but their was a slight worry in her eyes. She was obviously worried about the creepy man standing a little too close for comfort.

"We should go try on the dresses-" I stopped talking when Peter made his way to me and said, "Very nice colors. They fit your skin tone perfectly."

I stared at him in astonishment.

"Ooh, they are both lovely dresses, but which one to choose?" He sighed and took both dresses from me. "Phew, I see your dilemma."

I didn't say anything, neither did Allison.

"Do you mind?" he asked but didn't bother to see if I really did mind as he held both dresses up to me. As he switched from each dress, he asked Allison, "What do you think?"

"U-Uh, they're both really nice," she stuttered.

"Yes, they are," he replied with a nod. He looked me in the eyes for the first time. I had to stop myself from flinching at his gaze. "You see the strapless blue is nice, but with a dress like this you would want your hair down and that would take away from the dress. Not to mention, how annoying would it be if you had your hair down while you danced." He placed it on a random hook.

"But with this one," he brought the purple dress to my front and continued, "This would work better if you had your hair in a nice, simple up-do. It's a bonus that your hair won't bother you at all. Plus, this shows off your shoulders and neck." He smiled and handed me the dress.

Before any of us could say anything, the store's speaker sounded throughout the store.

"Attention shoppers, to the owner of a blue Mazda-"

Allison mumbled questioningly, "Did she just say blue Mazda?"

"-license plate 5768. Your car is being towed."

She ran off and pulled me along with her, causing me to drop the dress, as she said, "Oh, that's my car!"

As we ran out of the store, I turned back only to see Scott standing there.

He nodded at me and I returned the gesture. Scott had set this up to get us away from Peter.

Seriously, I could give him a treat right now. Lowering my voice, I cooed, "Who's a good boy?"

He heard with his wolfy powers and rolled his eyes.

I swear those puns will never get old.