SAMANTHA STILINSKI

I was watching Scott and Allison race each other up the rock climbing wall and was thinking about what had happened this morning.

We were catching each other up on what had happened the night before - something that had become a tradition of sorts - and Rae had talked about Isaac and Adeline's abuse.

I was so glad they had found out about it on their own and that I didn't have to tell them. I did feel guilty about not telling them though.

"I'm just praying that Coach doesn't call me up next," I said.

"Sam, it's not that bad," Rae laughed. "It's just rock climbing!"

"Just rock climbing?!" I yelled. "Look at me! I'm a Stilinski! We're clumsy and we have no coordination whatsoever!"

"Stop being dramatic," Rae rolled her eyes.

"For the millionth time, I am not dramatic!" I scowled. "Dramatic would be marching out of this gym while crying about how unfair the school system is and how they make kids have mental breakdowns and make people anxious!"

"Sorry," Rae laughed. "You're so cute, I can't take you seriously when you're mad!"

"For goodness sake!" I groaned. "People 5'3 and under can get angry!"

"Whatever you say," Rae laughed.

I seriously hate her humor sometimes. I could pull out a knife and say that I would kill her and she would still laugh. These are the daily struggles of being short.

"You don't get it, you're 5'7," I said.

"Hey, being tall is hard, too. I'm a giant. I'm taller than a lot of guys," she defended.

"Yeah, but tall people are pretty. Short people are "cute"," I said, making a face.

"Alright, next two. Stilinski and-" Coach yelled out, but Stiles and I cut him off.

"Which one?" I asked.

"The annoying one," Coach replied.

Stiles and I just looked at each other, not sure who he was talking about. We were both annoying.

"I mean Stiles!" Coach sighed. "I also need Erica."

Stiles was already making his way up the wall, but Erica was only about a quarter of the way. Stiles came down and was gloating about how fast he was when Erica began hyperventilating.

"Oh, please!" Erica whimpered.

"Erica!" Coach yelled, walking towards her. "Dizzy? Is it vertigo?" he asked us.

I rolled my eyes. He clearly did not know the meaning of any of those words. It makes me wonder how he became a teacher.

"Vertigo's a dysfunction of the vestibular system of the inner ear. She's just freaking out," Lydia informed him.

I gave her a knowing smile and she rolled her eyes.

"Erica!" Coach yelled.

"I'm fine," Erica whimpered.

She clearly was not fine and Coach clearly wasn't realizing it because he is an idiot.

"Coach this isn't safe for her!" I said. "She's epileptic!"

"Why doesn't anybody tell me this stuff? I have to get - Erica, y - you're fine. Just - Just kick off from the wall. Th - There's a mat to catch you," he said.

Erica kicked off the fall and finally landed on the ground.

|| Teen Wolf ||

After I changed out of my P.E. uniform, I was heading to my next class with Rae. We were passing the dark gym when I saw Erica fall off the wall only for Scott to catch her.

She began seizing and Rae and I ran to her.

"Put her on the side!" I ordered, kneeling next to Scott. "Someone call the ambulance!"

"I got it," Rae said, pulling out her phone.

ADELINE LAHEY

"Adeline, you did great with the history test. Now it's time for math," my new teacher, Ms. Hillsbury, told me.

Since it was my first day, they were making me take a bunch of tests to see what level I was on.

I nodded and she handed me the math test.

I was on the fifth question when I heard sirens.

Freaking out, I scrambled up from my seat and ran out the room. I heard Ms. Hillsbury repeatedly call my name, but I kept running.

Finally, I found Sammy and almost crashed into her.

She held me by my forearms to keep us from crashing to the ground. "Adeline, what's wrong?" she frowned.

I was out of breath and it took me a while to be able to speak. After catching my breath, I said, "S-Sirens..."

She let go of me, "Oh, everything's fine. A girl in our grade just had a seizure. An ambulance came to get her."

I was still panting a little bit, and she put an arm around my shoulders. "Here, I'll walk you back to class."

RAEGAN MCCALL

I was on my way to the cafeteria, and when I rounded the corner and saw Jackson towering over Lydia, who looked five seconds away from crying.

"YOU RUINED EVERYTHING," he shouted in her face.

I ran up to him, shoved him, and yelled, "Get the hell away from her!"

"Oh, look at the slut standing up for the bitch," he smiled a cold smile.

"Don't make me punch you in the face again," I threatened. "Does anybody even know the truth about how I punched you last time? That you were punched by a girl?"

He scoffed, "Does anyone even know the truth about how you slept with me?"

I saw Lydia flinch in my peripheral vision and Jackson smiled, "Yeah, that's right Lydia. I'm so over you; get it through your head!"

With that, he turned and walked away.

"Fucking turd," I murmured. Turning to Lydia, I said, "Are you okay?"

Without answering, she stormed away.

Looking around, I realized everyone around us had heard everything.

Sighing, I made my way to the cafeteria.

|| Teen Wolf ||

When I sat down at our usual table, Sammy was saying to Scott and Adeline, "I wonder where she is."

"You wonder where who is?" I asked, taking a bite into a muffin.

"Lydia," Sammy replied. "She's always at lunch and she's not answering any of my texts."

I halted eating, "Oh, I just saw her. Jackson was harassing her so I threatened to punch him in the face and he ran away like the little shit he is." I decided to leave out the part about how Jackson announced to her and everyone around that I had slept with him.

"Language!" Sammy reprimanded.

"Oh, right. Sorry," I smiled at Adeline.

But she wasn't looking at me anyway, she was playing with her food.

Unfortunately, my secret wasn't kept for that long because Stiles, coming out of nowhere, plopped down in the seat next to me and said, "Rae, I cannot believe you slept with Jackson, you traitor."

I motioned to Adeline and he winced, "Whoops."

But damn, news traveled fast.

I put my face in my hands. "I'm sorry, it was a moment of weakness!"

"Rae," Sammy groaned.

I removed my hands and looked at Stiles. "How did you find out?"

"Well, I was negotiating with Boyd for the keys to the ice skating rink and he told me he heard you, Jackson, and Lydia were having a face-down in the middle of the hall and Jackson called you out."

"I'm gonna go look for Lydia," Sammy was about to get up but then froze, and the whole cafeteria along with her.

I turned to see what everyone was looking at and saw some blonde in a black miniskirt, white tank top, and black leather jacket walk into the cafeteria, practically in slow-motion. She stopped and took a bite out of some guy's apple, looking right at us.

Lydia appeared out of nowhere, "What the holy hell is that?"

"My thoughts exactly," I murmured.

"It's Erica," Scott answered.

"Erica Reyes? Epileptic Erica Reyes?" I questioned and Sammy nodded. "No shit…"

"She stole you style, Rae," Stiles commented.

"I know, right?" I said. "Besides the shoes. Cheetah print? How… "

"Tacky," Lydia finished, then glared at me.

Okay, well she was obviously pissed I slept with her ex-boyfriend. Wow. Who would've thought?

When Erica turned to strut right back out of the cafeteria, we all went after her because unless she went through a thousand-dollar makeover in the last twenty-four hours there was only one explanation.

Derek.

My suspicions were confirmed when we went outside and saw Erica get into Derek's car.

They both turned to us, smiled, then sped away.