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SAMANTHA STILINSKI

Stiles sped to the animal clinic and he hadn't even parked before Rae and I were opening our doors.

We raced into the clinic and found Dr. Deaton, Derek, and a passed out Scott on a table in the back.

I don't think I've ever seen Scott hurt like this before. When we were kids, he would occasionally scrape his knee because he would always do something stupid. I would always yell at him for doing something stupid. I still don't think that part has changed, though. I seriously hope he was okay. Scott didn't deserve this.

"Thank you," Derek was saying, interrupting my thoughts.

Deaton nodded at him, smiled at the rest of us in assurance and left the room.

"Is he okay?" I asked Derek.

He nodded.

"Are sure?"

He nodded again.

"Positive?"

"Yes, I am positively sure," Derek rolled his eyes. "Ask me again and I will rip you to shreds."

"Wow, Mr. Hale that was so kind of you! Great role model," I muttered under my breath.

"I heard that," he glared. "My father went by Mr. Hale."

"Yeah, but he's dead…" I babbled. My eyes widened after I realized what I said. "And you're not, which means you're here with us, instead of hell!"

"Uh… Sammy?" Stiles warned.

I realized what I said and to be honest, I was too scared to do anything. After the whole supernatural drama started, I've been saying whatever comes to my mind out loud lately. I never realized how bad it was.

"Samantha," Derek glared. "Shut up."

"Stop talking to me like that! Plus, I go by Sam or Sammy! I thought that would've gotten through your small brain but I guess not," I defended myself. "Maybe if you started to smile more and not mope around, I wouldn't have babbled like that! You should seriously stop frowning! Did you know it takes about forty-three muscles to frown? Maybe if you stopped frowning, you'd put those muscles to use and you'd actually start to win fights-" Stiles quickly covered my mouth with his hand, in an attempt to stop me from talking.

Derek gave me a death glare and was about to lunge at me, when Rae stopped him.

"She's just nervous about Scott!" Rae defended me, saving my ass. "They've been friends for a long time and she just talks more than usual when she's nervous."

"You're not gonna kill me, right?" I asked after Stiles let go.

"I'm considering it," he said. "I can't decide who's more annoying, you or your brother."

"Don't worry. I wonder about that, too," I let out a smile.

At that moment, Deaton came into the room. "Stiles, Sammy, Rae. You three should go home, you need to go to school."

"He's my little brother and I'm staying," Rae protested.

"Scott's my friend and I'm staying, too!" I said.

Stiles nodded his head in agreement

"All of you, go home. He'll be fine," Derek said, in a no-nonsense tone.

"Couldn't you say that nicely? You're even more grumpy than that famous Grumpy Cat!" I fired back.

"Does she ever shut up?" Derek asked Rae and Stiles.

"Today is a good day for her," Rae smiled. "But, yeah, we'll go home. There's not really much use for us, anyway."

"Yeah," I said. "I-I guess I'll go home. Just tell Scott to call me once he wakes up."

|| Teen Wolf ||

The next day after school, I headed over to Stiles' room because he said that he needed my help investigating.

"You better make this fast, Stiles!" I said. "I have to go shopping with Lydia and Rae after this, which is gonna take about three to four hours, then head over to Allison's to get ready, and after that, go to Lydia's party."

"Stop being such a girl and help me!" Stiles rolled his eyes. "You're my investigating partner."

"True, that," I sat next to him, looking at the 2006 yearbook, trying to find connections with the murders.

"Hey, what are you two doing?" Dad asked, standing in the doorway.

"Homework," Stiles and I said at the same time.

We grinned at each other. Our twinception was working again.

Dad smiled and walked away, but he came back. "It's spring break!" Stiles and I looked guiltily at each other. "What do you think you two are doing?!"

"Satisfying our own curiosity," Stiles answered.

Dad reached over and closed the yearbook, "They brought Harris in for questioning this morning."

"And?!" I asked.

"They're working on a warrant to arrest him for the murders," Dad said.

"For all of them?" I asked.

"Enough of them."

"With what proof?" Stiles asked.

"You remember the couple at the trailer? Tire tracks nearby match Harris's car."

"W - that's not enough!" I said.

"The same car was also seen outside the hospital where the pregnant wife was killed. It's got some bumper sticker on it, a quote from Einstein."

"Wait, what quote?" Stiles questioned.

"Something about imagination and knowledge," Dad said.

"Imagination is more important than knowledge, yeah. We saw the same car parked outside the rave," Stiles said.

"That means you guys are witnesses. You're gonna have to give a statement."

"But, what about the concert promoter, Kara? She wasn't in Harris's class, right? I mean, what does Mr. Lahey have to do with Harris?" I asked.

"It doesn't matter. The tire tracks put Harris at the site of three murders. That's damning evidence," Dad said.

"No, that's not enough!" Stiles and I yelled out at the same time.

"I thought you hated this guy!" Dad said. "Samster, you were just complaining to me the other week that he wouldn't round up your 97.5% because you didn't bubble in your answers all the way in completely!"

"Okay, I was frustrated at him in that moment but I don't hate him. He hates me and Stiles. And, you know, if he'd killed them all, then yeah, lock the psycho up. But there's something missing. There's gotta be something missing," I said and Stiles nodded in agreement.

"Hey," Dad said. "You don't have to solve this for me."

"Well," Stiles sighed, leaning back in his chair. "We have to do something!"

Dad looked down at the yearbook, in thought, and frowned at what he saw.

"What?" Stiles asked.

"Look at the swim team," Dad ordered.

We looked down and saw that the swim team contained all the people that were killed. Then I looked lower…

"Dad, the coach…" Stiles started.

"Is Addie's dad," I finished for him.

RAEGAN MCCALL

Sammy, Lydia, and I were at Macy's, shopping for dresses for Lydia's birthday party. I didn't want to come at first because I thought it would be awkward with Lydia, what with me sleeping with her ex and all, but Sammy told me that Lydia was fine with it.

"What about this one?" Lydia asked, pulling out a sparkly brown dress.

"I thought we already established the fact that brown isn't your color in the eighth grade," Sammy laughed.

"Ooh," Lydia said. "You're right. I remember that hideous brown dress I wore to my middle school graduation party!"

"Oh my goodness!" Sammy exclaimed. "That party was terrible! Remember when Noah broke his arm and I had to help him until the ambulance came?"

"Okay, I have to admit that guy was pretty cute. I remember thinking that you were so lucky when you were helping him."

"To be honest, I was kind of enjoying it then!" Sammy laughed. "In all honesty, it's kind of karma for you because I was actually pretty jealous of you and Will working together on that science project in sixth grade."

"I remember I had to do all the work for that!" Lydia smiled. "I think he moved to Ohio in eighth grade. I wonder what he's doing now."

I shifted uneasily.

I never realized how much I'd missed out on when I'd stopped being Sammy's friend. Lydia and Sammy did almost everything together. I was too busy having a stick up my ass because I was bitter and jealous of their perfect lives. I know that Sam and I are friends again, but I don't think we're ever going to be the way we were when we were little. I don't think anybody could replace Lydia as her best friend. Not even Allison. And it's all my fault.

Had I not pushed her away - even bullying her at one point - it'd be us talking about whoever the hell Noah and Will were.

"Do you have any 'cute boy' stories, Rae?" Sammy asked, snapping me out of my trance.

"Not really. Most of them are terrible," I frowned. "I've never even had a real boyfriend. The only time a cute boy talks to me is if they're trying to sleep with me. But that's okay. I wouldn't want to fall in love, anyway. Love sucks; it always ends."

"Yeah," Lydia said, not really agreeing with me, but saying she understood.

"By the way, I'm so sorry for sleeping with Jackson," I apologized. "If I could go back, I wouldn't have done it."

"I accept," she smiled. "He's a jerk, anyway. I hate him."

It didn't seem like she meant it, but I didn't say anything because I didn't want to stick my nose where it didn't belong. Her love life was not my business, I was barely her friend. Though, I really hope Sammy will eventually tell Lydia the truth about what a monster Jackson is - hah! - literally and figuratively.

"I wonder what goes on in their minds," Sammy said, changing the subject. "Most of them are so clueless and stupid."

"I don't think anything goes on in their minds," I laughed.

"You know, that actually reminds me of the paper she wrote in sixth grade!" Lydia laughed.

"What did she write about?" I asked.

"Our essay prompt was to come up with our own peaceful society," Lydia explained. "And Sammy wrote about how she was going to make all of the boys live underground while the girls ruled and the only purpose boys had in society was to help with breeding."

"Oh my god, Sam!" I laughed. "That's amazing."

"Mr. Jones asked me how locking boys up was going to create a peaceful society and I said "Have you read a history book?"," Sammy laughed.

"That is so true!" I burst out laughing.

"Oh my god!" Sammy exclaimed. "I found the perfect dresses for you guys!"

She pulled out a tight gray dress and a dark red one with a scalloped neckline.

"Sammy, you are a genius!" Lydia exclaimed, taking the gray dress from her.

"This dress is so me!" I smiled, holding mine up to see in the mirror.

Lydia picked up another blue dress. "Ooh, I can change into this one halfway through!"

"You are so extra," I laughed, rolling my eyes at her.

"That, I am," she laughed. "Now we just have to find Sammy a dress."

"Haha! Good luck finding a dress for me," she rolled her eyes.

"Shut up, Sams!" Lydia said. "You're gorgeous and we're gonna find you a dress."

I scanned the aisles for cute dresses for Sam to wear and found a super cute black body-con dress.

"Here," I said, pulling out the dress. "Wear this."

"It would look amazing on you!" Lydia agreed.

Maybe I couldn't replace Lydia as her best friend, but I was thankful for being friends with her again. It felt nice to have moments like these.

ADELINE LAHEY

I was sweating like heck. Too many layers.

"See ya, Addie," Rae waved.

"Have fun at Lydia's party!" I told her and Scott, gripping Teddy in my arms.

Scott smiled at me and shut the door behind him.

"It's go time, Teddy."

I quickly sat Teddy down on the sofa. Like a ninja, I shed my pink unicorn hoodie which revealed the complete black ensemble underneath. If I was going to act like a ninja, I had to dress the part.

I quickly grabbed Teddy and ran out of the house, towards Stiles' Jeep. When Rae and Scott opened their doors, I opened the trunk, so they wouldn't hear the noise.

My eyes widened when I saw the huge present in the trunk, but I quickly squeezed in and when I heard the passenger door shut, I shut the trunk.

While Scott, Stiles, Sammy and Rae conversed, I whispered to Teddy, "Our first party, Teddy! Are you excited?"

"Uh, duh!"

If only we knew what was in store for us…