ADELINE LAHEY

I sat on Isaac's bed, watching as he ran around the room, frantically, trying to get ready for the formal.

"What do you think?" Isaac asked, standing in front of me with his arms out. He was wearing a black tie, black vest, black jacket, and a top hat.

"You look fine… if you were trying to look like a magician. Take off the top hat!" I took the top hat off of his head and placed it on mine. "You're going to a formal dance, not the ball, Cinderella."

Isaac shot me a glare, "Since when did you become sarcastic?"

I shrugged innocently, "I have no idea what you mean."

Isaac scoffed and straightened his tie, "You know, you and Sammy would get along really good."

"It's really well," I corrected. "If you're going to speak English, do it correctly."

"Yeah, yeah," Isaac said, not giving a care. "So you're going to distract Dad when he gets home, right?"

I nodded, "Yep. I'm gonna tell him that you went to sleep 'cause you got tired after practice."

Isaac gave me a kiss on the forehead, "Thanks for doing this for me, Addie. I think I really like this girl."

RAEGAN MCCALL

I've decided to tell Sammy everything.

|| Flashback ||

"So what was that about this morning with Sammy?" I asked Scott from the couch, after school.

"What?" Scott, clueless as ever.

"This morning… after Stiles and I left the room… You and Sammy were talking…" I explained slowly for his dumbass.

"Oh," Scott remembered. "She was apologizing."

"For what?"

"For kind of… implying you were a slut."

"Of course. She's just like everyone else," I rolled my eyes.

"Hey," Scott defended. "She didn't mean it. If only she knew what really happened to you…" he trailed off.

"Not happening."

"And, remind me again, why not, exactly?"

"Why are you being all preachy today, Scott?" I laughed.

"Don't do that."

"Don't do what?"

"Don't hide your feelings behind humor. Could you not be emotionally detached, just this once?"

"I don't know what you want me to say, Scott."

"Don't you miss her?"

"Of course I do!"

"Then tell her the truth."

I took a deep breath. "It's more complicated than that."

"It doesn't have to be."

"She won't understand."

"But you're not even giving her a chance to!"

I burst out, "I'm ashamed, okay?! I don't want her to know I was raped!"

Scott sighed and came to me, putting his arm around me. "She won't judge you. Sammy's not like that, and you know it. I know you think you're so strong, but you're not. No one's that strong. No one's perfect. You gotta let people in to be strong, Rae."

"You sound just like…" I sat up, abruptly. "You're right, Scott. I'm going to tell her. Tonight. At the dance."

|| End of Flashback ||

I'm done keeping my rape a secret from her. I miss her so much. I miss our friendship. I miss everything.

We're starting to become friends again, and I love it. But I don't think we can get back to the way we used to be unless I told her everything.

And that was why I was currently getting ready for the formal.

I usually don't go to school dances, they weren't my scene (love the after parties, though). But this time, at the last minute, I went out and bought a dress.

Everything looked perfect; the dress, the shoes, makeup, earrings…

The one thing I couldn't get done was my freaking hair. It would not stay up if my life depended on it and it was pissing me off.

"Listen, you piece of shit, you are going to go up nicely, so we can go tell Sammy everything, then party and try to act like a normal teenager. Alright, this is not the time to get bitchy. Just stay up and we'll have no trouble." Yes, I was talking to my hair. What? You don't?

I tried lifting it and clipping it up, but of course, it fell down. And me, well I practically exploded.

"Ugh, you little f-"

"I'd really choose your next words carefully," Mom warned as she suddenly appeared in my doorway.

Pouting, I whined, "Mom! It just- ugh- mph!" With that, I dropped my hair and it all kindly decided to fall straight in my face. From underneath my mane, I got out, "Help."

Mom chuckled. "Alright, alright, I'll help. Jesus, you and your brother are both the same."

It was probably not a good time to mention that Scott wasn't even supposed to be going to the formal. Coach had banned him from the dance because he was failing three of his classes. But, of course, him and Stiles had come up with some master plan to get unnoticed by Coach the whole night. He also asked (more like forced) Jackson to ask Allison out so that Scott could be with her…? I don't know. I can't ever keep up with their shenanigans.

"He's having hair problems, too?" I snorted, and sat down so she could do my hair.

"No. He had a huge hole in his pants," she laughed out loud, causing me to join in on the laugher.

After the laughter faded, there were a few moments of silence. Then she said, "Before I came in, I heard you talking about telling Sammy everything. Is that what I think it means?"

"Yeah, it is," I smiled, but she couldn't see since I was facing away from her.

Finished with my hair, Mom turned me around as she knelt down in front of me and replied, "Raegan Elizabeth McCall! Who are you and what the hell have you done with my daughter?"

What? Were you expecting a sweet, heartfelt comment? Come on! This is my mama we're talking about. She can only get so sappy before she snaps. If you ask me, the real sap in this family is the princess in the other room. Seriously, he is so angsty that it practically rolls right off of him and it's only a matter of time before it consumes me. Ugh, shudder. I mean it practically already has.

"Ooh, the full name," I winced.

"I'm proud of you, sweetie," she said, giving me a big kiss on the cheek.

"Mom, my makeup!"

SAMANTHA STILINSKI

I glared at my reflection in the mirror.

In the end, I had decided to buy the purple dress Peter told me to. The guy was a total a-hole, but I had to admit he had good fashion sense.

Who knew.

I put on the final touches of makeup and smiled at my reflection. I had probably spent like five hours getting ready. It was mostly because I was on Youtube the whole time, trying to search up makeup and hair tutorials, and ninety-percent of what I looked up was so difficult to do.

I was really excited about the dance and I actually felt pretty for once.

"You look pretty," Stiles uncannily confirmed my thoughts, from the doorway.

"Thanks," I smiled. "You look handsome."

"You think so?" He adjusted his tie.

I nodded.

"Are you finished up now, sister dear?" he asked, holding his arm up.

"Yes I am, brother dear," I linked my arm through his.

"Onwards!" he called, leading us out of the room.

|| Teen Wolf II

We went to pick Isaac up first. He was outside, waiting on his dark porch. Odd…

"Wow, you-uh-you look amazing!" Isaac smiled as I got out of the Jeep to let him in.

"Thanks! Not too shabby yourself." I leaned in to poke him in the side as he leaned in for a kiss on the cheek.

Awkward.

Stiles called from the driver's seat, "Okay, c'mon you idiots. We gotta go pick up Lydia. She'll be pissed if we're a second late."

|| Teen Wolf ||

After we picked up Lydia, we headed to the school.

We all piled out of the Jeep the same time Allison and Jackson came out of his Porsche.

"You look handsome," Lydia told Jackson.

"Obviously," he replied as he walked past her. "It's Hugo Boss."

Douchebag.

"I don't care. I don't want compliments," Lydia told herself. "I will not fall prey to society's desire to turn girls into emotional, insecure neurotics who pull up their dresses at the first flattering remark."

I nudged Stiles.

"Well, I think you look beautiful," he told her.

"Really?"

I gave him a thumbs up and he grinned at me, then looped his arm through Lydia's and went inside.

Isaac and I followed suit.

|| Teen Wolf ||

We were dancing, and making casual conversation.

"So how do you think you did on that history midterm?" I asked.

He was about to answer when he suddenly froze.

"Isaac?" I stopped dancing.

But he was just gazing somewhere above my head.

I turned towards his line of vision, and found Rae at the end of it.

She looked beautiful in a lacy, fiery red dress, red stilettos, and her hair up.

Of course she looked beautiful. She always looked beautiful.

I turned to see Isaac still staring at her.

Did he still…?

My thoughts were interrupted by Rae approaching us.

She held my arm. "Sammy, I really need to talk to you."

"Right now? I was gonna-"

She cut me off, "Please? It's important."

At the terror in her eyes, I agreed. "Okay. Do you want to go outside?"

"Yeah."

"I'll be right back, Isaac," I told him.

He nodded and we took off.

Once we were outside, I asked, "Is everything alright?"

She nodded. "I want to tell you everything."

"What do you mean "everything"?"

"Everything," she pronounced slowly.

"Everything? Now?"

"It only took me six years," she laughed nervously. "But I'm ready now."

I can't believe she's about to tell me what happened all those years ago, why she stopped being my friend.

"You might want to sit down for this." She walked us over to sit at a nearby bench.

After a deep breath, she started. "Six years ago, I was raped."

My breath hitched.

"It was by my dad's best friend, who was also our neighbor. One day after school, I had forgotten my house key, so I went over to the neighbors house to borrow their phone to call my mom or dad. The rest of the family wasn't there that afternoon, just the dad. He told me to come in, and locked the door behind me. I kept asking for the phone, but he kept changing the subject. He sat me down on the couch, and asked about school.

"Next thing I know, he starts feeling me up. I didn't understand what he was doing, just that it was wrong. I tried getting away, but he pulled me by my hair to stay still. Then he raped me there on the couch.

"When it was over, I was in so much pain, I couldn't even stand. He warned me not to tell my parents. He said he knew my parents were on the edge of a divorce. And that if I told them, my dad would say I'm lying and take his friend's side. It would tip the iceberg for my mom and they would divorce. So I kept my mouth shut. Funny thing is they got divorced a month later, anyway," she laughed humorlessly. "He was cheating." She turned to me. "Please don't tell Scott. He doesn't know."

"I won't," I promised. "But did that guy ever get in trouble for what he did?"

"No. I know he deserves to be punished, but I don't know… I just want to keep it all behind me."

I didn't agree, but nodded anyway.

"So, with the rape and the divorce happening the same month, I was messed up. I became depressed and didn't even go to school for a month. Because I missed so much school, I failed my exams and had to redo fifth grade.

"I went to therapy for a year, but it never helped. So my therapist recommended kickboxing as an outlet to my PTSD. It was the only thing that worked."

"Wait, wait, wait, hold on," I stopped her. "Why do you have so much sex, then? Shouldn't you hate it, because of all the trauma?"

"I do."

I was baffled.

She sighed. "It's messed up, actually. I have this need to be in control of myself, and when the flashbacks or nightmares come, I panic and I feel so out of control. So I punish myself-"

"By… forcing yourself to have sex," I finished.

She nodded.

That was really… sad.

"Everything makes sense now. I read somewhere that rape victims tend to push loved ones away. I remember you wouldn't even talk to Scott, let alone me."

She winced. "Yeah, sorry about that. And for all that stuff I said in the bathroom that day."

"Don't apologize! You have nothing to apologize for. If anything, I should be the one apologizing. I'm so sorry for not sticking by you."

"It's okay, it's not like I made it any easier for you. But, it's all in the past. Now, could we go back to being friends?"

"I'd like that," I smiled.

"You were right, Sammy," she said.

"About what?"

"About strength. Strength is not pushing people away, it's letting people in. You told me that, that night the alpha had us trapped in the school."

I smiled and stood up from the bench.

When she got up, I hugged her.

"I'm glad you told me… Now, let's go party!" I exclaimed, leading us back inside. "You look stunning, by the way."

She did a little twirl. "Thanks. So do you."

I laughed out loud. "Thanks, Peter picked out the dress."

Rae froze in front of the gym doors. "What?!"

I laughed and we went inside.

When I spotted Isaac by the punch bowl, I remembered what had happened before we left.

It was obvious. Isaac still liked Rae. I tried to ignore all the looks he gave her, I thought his feelings would just fizzle away. Especially if his crush was unrequited…

I abruptly turned to Rae. "Hey, remember that day I asked what you thought of Isaac, but you just snapped at me and stormed away? What was that about?"

"I thought you were making fun of me. Like "Oh, hey look Rae, another guy for you to screw"."

"Well, I wasn't. I'll ask again, what do you think of him?"

She crossed her arms. "Umm, he's in my English class. He doesn't talk much."

"No, like do you think he's cute?"

"I guess… What's this about, Sammy?"

"I'll be right back. I need to do something," I said, heading in Isaac's direction.

Did you ever get that feeling when you hate yourself so much, it's hard to breathe? Because that's how I felt right now. In fact, millions of thoughts were running through my head right now.

The truth is; I'm a stupid, selfish, insecure, drama queen who literally jumps at the chance of a possibility of love.

Ever since I was little, I've dreamed of being 'the one' and being treated like a princess. I dreamed about how a prince will sweep me off of my feet.

I've come to realize that none of that is real. It's all fairy tale lies.

Nobody will ever love me.

Nobody will ever fall in love with a girl who always says the wrong things.

Nobody will ever fall in love with an insecure little girl.

Girls like me are never 'the one'.

Girls like Rae, on the other hand, are.

She deserves someone like Isaac.

He obviously wasn't getting over his crush on her anytime soon. And, in time, I think she'll develop feelings for him, too.

She's been through so much, she deserves to be happy.

She's feisty, confident, and beautiful; perfect for Isaac.

I took a deep breath.

I had to break up with Isaac.

I didn't care about how much it was going to hurt me. I didn't care about how much I liked him. I had to do this for Rae, she deserved somebody like him. She had a lot of mental scars, and I believe he can fix them.

"I-Isaac?" I said, trying my best not to cry.

"Is something wrong?" he questioned, putting his cup of punch down and putting his hands on my shoulders.

"Us," I answered.

"What?" He dropped his hands. "What do you mean?"

"I'm breaking up with you, Isaac," I said.

He looked as if I'd slapped him. "What? Why?"

"I just don't like you… like that. I'm sorry."

He took a step back.

"We can still be friends!" I told him, trying to make the situation better.

Knowing me, I was failing miserably.

"Forget it." He stormed away.

"I'm so sorry," I cried, but he was already gone.

As a cherry on top, somebody bumps into me, hard, causing me to tumble onto the ground.

Great, this day was getting worse and worse by the minute.

"I'm so sorry, Sammy," Scott said, helping me to my feet.

"It's fine," I muttered, brushing off my dress.

"Wait…" He furrowed his eyebrows. "Why are you crying? What happened?"

"Nothing happened," I lied. "Go to Allison, you'll miss your chance."

"Allison can wait," he told me, holding my arms. "I'm not leaving until you tell me what's wrong."

"I broke up with Isaac, it's no big deal."

"It is if you're crying…"

"Scott… I got this," I heard Stiles say from behind me. "Go."

Scott hesitantly ran off.

"Are you okay?" Stiles asked, pulling me in for a hug.

I shook my head.

"Well, can we talk about it later? Because I need your help."

"For what?" I sniffed, pulling away from him.

"To find Lydia."

"Okay," I nodded. "Let me get Rae."

I turned to where I had left her to find that she was no longer there.

I took a sweep around the whole gym and couldn't find her anywhere.

Where the hell was Rae?

RAEGAN MCCALL

After Sammy left to do God knows what, I just stood there, waiting.

A few second later, Jackson stumbled past me and out the doors.

Dammit!

I had to make sure he didn't get himself into trouble, the Argents still thought he was the beta.

After a last parting glance at Sammy talking to her boyfriend, I went after Jackson.

When I came outside, I saw Jackson staggering into the forest.

I furrowed my eyebrows at the sight, but got ready to head back inside. What if the dude had to pee or throw up? I should save him the embarrassment and me the horror. I made to move, until I noticed something on the ground.

A liquor bottle.

I froze. Who was the only person drinking openly tonight?

Groaning, I stomped my feet. "Don't do it. Just go back inside. Don't worry about Jackson. Go back to the dance, Raegan." I glanced back at the bottle and the forest where I could no longer see him. "Ugh, damn it."

This is why people die in horror movies. They go after dumb bitches. Why do I have to be so damn nice? Why do I have to go see if Jackson is okay? That's Lydia's job, but she's with Stiles, who has been waiting for this moment since third grade.

Why can't I just let him walk to his death? He's a major asshole. A total dick.

"So why exactly am I going after him?" I muttered grumpily as I speed-walked to where I last saw Jackson stumbling.

It didn't take me long to find him since he couldn't even walk and he was shouting nonsense. Seriously, he was crawling on his knees. God, whatever he was drinking must have been really strong, or he's a lightweight. It's not the latter. I smelt that bottle and I swear I almost choked.

As I walked closer, I heard him murmur, "I want to be like you." He paused as if for dramatic effect (as if he wasn't dramatic enough), "I want to be one of you."

He's still on this wannabe werewolf thing? I've got to hand it to him; he's persistent.

"Sorry to burst your bubble, Crack-son," he turned sharply to face me, "but there's only one of me and I don't give lessons. Now let's go, drunky, you don't know what you're talking about."

"You," he started off, but froze when footsteps were heard.

I stiffened and looked beyond him.

How the hell did I forget that there was a murdering alpha running around? What did I think, just because him and Derek joined forces that he wasn't going to go out and attack anymore? Yeah, right.

"Jackson…" I trailed off, words frozen on my tongue.

He didn't say anything. He just looked ahead at the… figures walking towards us with guns? A total Scott moment, but HUH? I was totally expecting the Alpha. I was not expecting Daddy fucking Argent and one of his cronies.

"Unfortunately, Jackson, I don't think I can give you what you want," Argent said, with that look he always had on his face (that smug smirk/smile, you know which one). Then he leaned down to Jackson and smiled, "But I have a feeling you might be able to help me." Lifting his head, Argent continued to smile, "Hello Raegan, don't you look nice."

"Mr. Argent," I said, trying to contain my shock (didn't achieve).

"And I believe you can help me as well." He said that with a smile that looked kind until he added at the end, "Whether you want to or not."

I gulped involuntarily.

This was bad. Jackson had no loyalty to Scott. He would tell them everything to save his own ass. And Argent made it clear with his last statement that he knew that I knew what was going on. Now correct me if I'm wrong, but he didn't seem to care how he got it out of me.

They say ignorance is bliss, but how ignorant can you be when there's a gun in your face? This was not going to end well, but you better fucking believe I am not giving up my little brother.

If we survive this, I'm gonna kill Jackson.

A/N:
I think this is the longest chapter we have ever written? Anyways I hope you guys liked the chapter because a lot happened. We're going to put the rest of the episode into the next chapter because we don't want this chapter to be too long. I hope you guys liked it!

- Mod S