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SAMANTHA STILINSKI

"What?" Stiles asked Scott.

"What do you mean 'what'?" Scott answered looking at Stiles.

I rolled my eyes as they walked in front of me. Boys.

"What 'what?" Scott asked.

"That look you were giving," Stiles explained.

"I didn't give a look," Scott frowned.

"Yes, you did," Stiles shot back. "It was a distinct look."

"What look?"

"For goodness sake!" I groaned in frustration. "You gave the look that says the last thing you want to do is party. It's the same look I have on my face right now!"

"It's also a little weird going to another high school's party," Scott agreed with me.

"First off," Stiles started, "She's not a stranger. Sammy and I went to nursery school with this girl. Also, it would be good for all of us. We could forget Lydia, Allison, and Isaac!"

"I've already gotten over Isaac like four months ago!" I said.

Stiles glared at me, "You are not helping my point!"

"I should be with Lydia right now!" I shot back. "We were supposed to hang out today and just watch that One Direction movie for the fifth time on DVD!"

"What's the movie about?" Stiles shot back. "Their hair?"

"You don't understand them! That point is clearly evident because of your hair!" I said. "Plus, don't you have a Harry Styles obsession?"

"He has a Harry Styles obsession?" Scott laughed.

"Yes, he does!" I laughed. "He spent an entire night googling him!"

"First off," Stiles glared. "I wasn't searching him up all night. I was just curious about why almost every girl on earth is obsessed with him. Second of all, how the hell did you know the password to my computer and why the hell were you looking through my browser history?"

"I have my ways," I grinned, ignoring the second question as I opened Heather's door.

"Stiles!" Heather smiled as she ran to the three of us.

Ouch. We've talked to each other for hours about our favorite princesses and she doesn't even acknowledge me.

"There's the birthday girl-" Stiles was cut off as Heather pressed her lips to his.

"Did she just…" I started.

"Yep," Scott said. "This is weird."

"So glad you can make it!" Heather said, breaking away from Stiles.

"Sammy!" Heather finally noticed me.

"Please don't greet me the same way!" I let out an uncomfortable laugh.

Heather laughed and hugged me.

"Stiles, can you come downstairs with me and help me pick out a bottle of wine?" she asked once she pulled away from me.

"Yes," Stiles smiled as she pulled him away.

"Why do I get the feeling that they aren't going to be picking out a bottle of wine?!" I made a face.

"Sammy," he laughed. "Take a deep breath. He's just having fun!"

"Fun?!" I yelled. "I don't know about you, but I can't even think about what's going on down there without not wanting puke and stab my eyes out!"

"Sammy," he put his hands on my shoulders, trying his best not to smile. "Take a deep breath. This was bound to happen one day."

"Yeah," I sighed. "I guess. Never thought it would be this early and before me."

"So…." he said. "Know anybody here?"

"Nope," I shook my head. "If I tried to get to know them, I'd scare them off!"

"Come on," he said. "How can you scare somebody away?!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" I frowned.

"I-I didn't mean it like that!" he quickly said. "It's just that you're really sweet and you're not exactly ugly!"

"I don't know if I should be flattered that you said that I'm not exactly ugly or disappointed!" I laughed.

"Hey," he laughed. "You're the writer here. You're supposed to be perceiving these kind of things by yourself!"

"Well," I sighed, "can you tell me why I perceive that you're not exactly in the best mood right now?"

"It's Allison!" he sighed. "She promised me that we would talk."

I couldn't help but internally roll my eyes. It's not that I didn't want them together; I was just slightly annoyed that they couldn't use what they had and grow from it.

"Did she say anything about it?" I asked.

"Nope!" he said. "We haven't talked since."

"That sucks," I said. "I'm sorry. I hope you two work it out soon."

"Thank you for helping me through everything this summer. It really helped," he smiled.

"That's what I'm here for!" I gave him a small smile.

"Anyways," he said. "Anything going on in your love life?"

"Nothing is going on," I said. "And I wanna keep it that way."

"Why?" he asked. "I thought you were a hopeless romantic?"

"I mean the key word here is 'were'!" I said. "I just don't want to get my heart broken again. Plus, it's junior year. I can't get distracted. I have to focus on school and colleges."

"You'll find someone who treats you well. I promise," Scott said. "You're Sammy. It has to happen!"

"Thanks," I blushed. "Can we not talk about our love lives? It's just too stressful."

"Of course!" He grinned. "We can dance if you want."

"I'm fine with it!" I smiled back. "But you might end up with a broken foot. You know how clumsy I am."

"If that's the case, I will heal!" he laughed, "You know, after laughing for twenty minutes!"

I rolled my eyes playfully at him while we headed out to dance when Scott's phone rang.

"I'm sorry," he took out his phone once it rang, "I have to check this."

"It's fine!" I smiled.

"It's Allison!" he said. "She's here with Lydia."

"Why are they here?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"I don't know," he said. "I guess we're gonna find out.

We both went outside to find Allison and Lydia with serious expressions on their faces.

"We need to show you something," Allison said.

ADELINE LAHEY

Since Sammy, Stiles, and Scott were at Heather's birthday party and Ms. McCall was at work, Isaac was assigned to keep an eye on me today.

We were currently at Derek's new loft because Isaac was trying to regain the memories he had lost the night he was attacked.

Rae had tagged along because she said she'd rather do anything but party.

"You know, I'm starting not to like this idea," Isaac said, pacing in front of the big window. "Sounds kinda dangerous… You know what? I definitely don't like this idea, and I definitely don't like him."

"You'll be fine," Derek said, exasperated.

"Does it have to be him?" Rae frowned, "He called me annoying and then knocked me out."

"I mean, can you blame him?" Derek replied.

"Hey! Rae is not annoying," I defend.

"Thank you, Addie," Rae puts her arm around me. "At least someone appreciates the awesomeness that is Raegan McCall."

Isaac grins at us and Derek keeps a straight face, but there's a smile playing at his lips.

"He knows how to do it. I don't. Be more dangerous if I tried doing it myself," Derek says.

Isaac stopped pacing and turned to where we were all sitting at a table. "You know Scott doesn't trust him, right? You know, personally, I'd... well, I'd trust Scott."

"Do you trust me?" Derek asked.

"Yeah," Isaac said. "I still don't like him."

"Nobody likes him."

Right on cue, Peter opened up the doors and walked into the loft. "Boys, girls. F.Y.I., yes, coming back from the dead has left my abilities somewhat impaired, but the hearing still works. So I hope you're comfortable saying whatever it is that you're feeling straight to my face."

"We don't like you," Rae glared.

Derek nodded in agreement. "Now shut up and help us."

"Fair enough," Peter shrugged. He flicked out his claws and said, "Sit down on that chair and relax. I'll get more out of you if you're calm."

Isaac complied and nervously said, "How do you know how to do this, again?"

"It's an ancient ritual used mostly by alphas, since it's a skill that requires quite a bit of practice. One slip, and you could paralyze someone," Peter paused for dramatic effect, "Or kill them."

"You... You've had a lot of practice, though, right?" Isaac stuttered.

"Well, I've never paralyzed anyone," Peter offered.

"Wait, does that mean that you-"

Peter plunged his claws into the back of Isaac's neck and Isaac began thrashing around in pain.

I looked at the two of them in horror, and Rae sprang up to help Isaac but Derek caught her arm, pulling her away.

"Wait, I see them," Peter frowned at seemingly nothing. He looked terrified.

We all watched in horrified amazement.

Suddenly Peter pulled his claws out of Isaac and both of them collapsed against the table.

"What'd you see?" Derek asked.

"It was confusing," Peter panted. "Um, im-images. Vague… shapes."

"But you saw something…"

"Isaac found them," Peter nodded.

"Erica and Boyd?" I asked.

"I barely saw them. I mean, glimpses," Peter explained.

"But you did see them," Rae said.

"And worse," Peter looked to Derek.

"Deucalion," Derek guessed.

"He was talking to them. Something about time running out."

"What does it mean?" Isaac murmured, still clutching the back of his neck.

"He's gonna kill them," Derek said.

"No, no, no, no, no, he didn't say that," Peter corrected. "He did make them a promise that by the full moon they'd both be dead."

"The next full moon?"

"Tomorrow night."

RAEGAN MCCALL

"So what happened, exactly?" I asked Allison and Lydia.

"So it was really weird," Lydia started. "Yesterday, after the whole bird thing, this girl just like barges up to us and asks where Scott is. When we say we don't know, she grabs our arms so tight it left a bruise."

Hmm… Maybe it's the same girl that saved Isaac when he was attacked. Isaac has explained yesterday that all he remembered was some girl saving him from a monster. Him and the girl had both been admitted to the hospital but when he had woken up she'd disappeared. Maybe she went to the school to look for him. But then why did she ask for Scott?

"Yeah, and so last night, Lydia was helping me choose a color to paint my room and our arms were together and we realized that it was a symbol," Allison continued and her and Lydia put their arms together to show all of us.

"I don't see anything," Derek said, barely looking at their arms.

"Look again," Scott insisted.

"How is a bruise gonna tell me where Boyd and Erica are?" Derek crossed his arms.

"It's the same on both sides. Exactly the same," Sammy said.

"It's nothing," Derek shook his head.

"Pareidolia," Lydia muttered. "Seeing patterns that aren't there. It's a subset of apophenia."

"They're trying to help," Scott told Derek.

"These two?" Derek raised an eyebrow. "This one," he pointed to Lydia, "who used me to resurrect my psychotic Uncle. Thank you. And this one," he pointed to Allison, "who shot about 30 arrows into me and my pack."

Yikes.

"Okay, all right, now, come on. No one died, all right?" Stiles reasoned. "Look, there may have been a little maiming, okay, a little mangling, but no death. That's what I call an important distinction."

"My mother died," Allison looked at Derek.

"Your family's little honor code killed your mother. Not me," Derek defended.

"That girl was looking for Scott. I'm here to help him, not you," Allison clarified.

"You wanna help? Find something real," Derek turned to leave and Scott and I followed.

"Derek... Give her a chance. Okay, they're on our side now," Scott said and Derek turned back to us.

"Well then maybe you should tell her what her mother was actually trying to do that night," Derek said, referring to when Allison's mom almost killed Scott.

"Okay, I love Allie and all, but," I nudged Derek, "he's got a point."

When neither of them had anything else to say, Derek turned and left.

SAMANTHA STILINSKI

"So she just left?" I asked my twin.

"Yep. I figured out that she just hooked up with another guy or something!" Stiles answered, as we walked to class.

"Yikes!" I said. "That must hurt!"

"Thank you!" Stiles said sarcastically. "I totally needed to be reminded of that!"

I rolled my eyes and took my usual seat between Scott and Stiles.

"The stock market is based on two principles," Coach started class. "What are they?"

Scott beat me in raising his hand and gave me a look. I rolled my eyes at him. I was kind of proud of him though.

"Yes, McCall, you can go to the bathroom. Anybody else?"

"Uh, no, Coach, I know the answer," Scott said.

Coach burst out laughing but stopped when he saw Scott's face.

"Oh, you're serious!"

"Yeah," Scott answered. "Risk and reward."

"Wow! Who are you? And what have you done to McCall? Don't answer that. I like you better," Coach grinned.

Stiles and I looked at each other and laughed.

"Does anybody have a quarter?" Coach asked.

"Yep!" Stiles said.

He took his hand out of his pocket and held up the quarter. As he had taken the quarter out, something had fallen to the floor. Everyone looked down to see the XXL condom that Stiles had dropped.

I bit my lip to hold back my laughter.

Coach picked it up, and said, "Stilinski, I think you uh… You dropped this!"

I covered my mouth with my hand so that I couldn't laugh but I was currently failing.

"And congratulations!"

That's it. I couldn't take it anymore. I bursted out laughing along with the rest of the class.

"You're never gonna forget about this, are you?" Stiles glared at me.

"Yep!" I laughed. "Till the day I die!"

Stiles groaned.

"Risk and reward. Put the quarter in the mug, win the reward!" Coach said after the class calmed down. "Okay, watch me!"

Coach threw the penny into the mug with ease.

"See! That's how you do it!" Coach grinned. "Okay, Sammy. Risk and reward."

"What's the reward?" I asked.

"You don't have to take the pop quiz tomorrow!" Coach responded.

"Coach," I said, being the smartass I am, "It's not a pop quiz if you tell us about it."

"I should've expected this," Coach rolled his eyes.

"Yep!" I laughed.

"McCall. Risk and reward. The risk: If you don't put that quarter in the mug, you have to take the pop...the...quiz. And… and you have to write an essay. Risk, more work. Reward… No work at all. Or choose not to play!"

"But isn't this just a chance?" Scott asked.

"No," Coach answered. "You know your abilities, your coordination, your focus, past experience… all factors affecting the outcome. So what's it gonna be, McCall? More work, no work, or choose not to play?"

"No play," Scott answered.

"Okay. Who's next? Who wants the quarter?" Coach asked.

Stiles bolted out of his seat and raised his hand. I rolled my eyes at him. Of course he would take the risk. Knowing him, he was going to get more work because he has no coordination and focus whatsoever.

"All right, Stilinski number two!" Coach yelled.

Stiles was about to throw the coin into the mug when Dad came into the classroom.

"Stiles! Sammy!" Dad said. "I need to talk to you guys."

I furrowed my eyebrows. Something must've happened because Dad never interrupts class.

"Do you guys know where Heather is?" Dad asked when we came to talk to him.

"No," I said. "The last time I saw her was when she was with Stiles."

"Yeah," Stiles said. "I figured she'd hooked up with her other friends."

"Has no one really seen her since last night?" I asked in concern.

"No. We put out an A.P.B., but all her friends say Stiles was the last person who saw her."

"Me?" Stiles asked.

"We hope that it's just a series of bad decisions based on too much to drink. But if you remember anything else, you call me. All right?" Dad asked.

Both of us nodded as he left.

"Do you think she's alright?" Stiles asked.

I could tell that he was trying to hide how hurt he was.

"Stiles," I said. "This isn't your fault. Don't think anything else. Plus, Heather has to be okay. I mean, this girl didn't even get hurt when she fell down the monkey bars when we were five. I'm pretty sure she's okay."

"You may be a pain in the ass, but you sure do know how to make me feel better," Stiles grinned as he pulled me in for a hug.

"I'll try not to take that into offence," I grinned as we went back into the classroom.

"Okay," Coach said. "Who's next?"

We all turned to see Greenberg raise his hand.

"Greenberg, put your hand down. You don't have a chance!" Coach yelled at him

RAEGAN MCCALL

"I want one," Lydia said, looking at the twins in the library.

"Which one?" Allison grinned.

"The straight one, obviously."

Allison and I turned to watch as one of the twins flirted with Danny and the other one with some girl.

Huh. I'm guessing that's the one I slept with.

"The gay one's name is Ethan and the straight one is Aiden," Lydia informed us.

"Honestly, how do you find out these things?" Allison laughed.

"I have ways, Allison. Ways," Lydia grinned, and then turned to me. "So, are you sure you won't mind if I get with Aiden?"

"No, Lydia," I smiled. "I absolutely don't care, one hundred percent. I say go for it."

"What if it's not a symbol? What if it's actually a logo?" Allison said out of nowhere.

"Huh?" I raised an eyebrow.

"The symbol that girl left on us," Allison explained. "I'm starting to think it's a symbol."

"Maybe," I shrugged. "But it might just be nothing."

"When has anything weird that happens in Beacons Hills just been nothing?" Allison asked.

"You do have a point, there," I said as I stood up from my chair. "Anywho, I'm gonna go sit over there and do my homework."

"Rae? Actually doing homework in study hall?" Lydia's eyes were wide.

"Who are you and what have you done with Rae?" Allison gave me a suspicious look.

"Same Rae," I shrugged. "Just brainwashed by Sammy, is all."

They laughed and I moved to go sit a few tables away.

Not even five minutes into my homework, I felt someone standing over me.

I turned to meet the brown eyes of one of the twins-Aiden, I'm guessing.

"Hey, Rae-"

"Nope," I interrupted him.

"But-"

"Nope," I repeated, putting my hand up to his face in a childish talk-to-the-hand gesture.

"Fine," he sighed and walked over to where Lydia and Allison were looking at a book.

As Aidan shamelessly flirted with Lydia, I studied the pencil in my hand, remembering the night I had slept with him.

I hadn't had a nightmare in months, and I had actually thought that maybe I was finally getting over it. But, nope. This was the worst one yet.

I woke up screaming, and thrashing, and crying, with Addie, Scott, Mom, and Isaac by my bedside.

I was too embarrassed to just go down into the basement and work out my frustrations on the beating bag. I needed to get out of that house. And I did.

Unfortunately, there were no parties going on, so I went to the nearest bar. I used my fake ID to order a couple drinks, and then Aiden was there. He was so sweet and bought my drinks for me. We obviously ended up having sex.

When I came out of the bar, Isaac was there looking so disappointed, it hurt. He had thought I was getting better, too.

We drove home in silence. But when we had gotten home, Isaac had given me a long lecture in my room about how there are many different ways to cope with PTSD and to not lower myself down to random hookups in dirty bathrooms with guys like Aiden.

I remember I had ended up falling asleep halfway through his lecture. When I woke up, I was covered in blankets and the lights were off with the nightlight on.

Isaac was such a sweet guy. Sweeter than I deserved.

I wonder why he and Sammy broke up. She never told me…

Author's Note:

Hey guys! We're still alive. We were too busy with school so updates are probably gonna be less frequent from now on. Junior year is really stressful and we hate it so much. Anyways, we are going to write as much of the story as we can because we love Teen Wolf and we miss it so much. So it is not too much, please leave us a comment!

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