With each step I hold my breath
And I'm tangled in your spiderwebs
How could, how could I fall
And I wonder if you ever cared at all
The Edge – Tonight Alive
"Hey beautiful."
I glanced up, eyeing the person attached to the shadow that had fallen over me. I took a drag from my cigarette, blowing the smoke from the corner of my mouth. "Aren't you a fugitive?" I asked, crossing one leg over the other and raising an eyebrow at the blonde wolf.
"Haven't you heard?" he asked cheerily, a brilliant smirk aimed down at me. "Jackson redacted his statement. I'm a free man...well, I say man, but we both know I'm not just a man. I'm a-"
"Are you trying to tell me you're having a gender identity crisis?" I asked innocently, flicking the ash from the tip of my smoke. "Because I've gotta tell you, I'm not the person you should come to with that sort of thing."
Isaac shot me an irritated look, unimpressed by the smirk I sent him. "Do you know who the kanima is?"
It was a fair enough question, and one I was happy to answer. "No," I shrugged, recalling earlier this morning when Stiles had driven us both to this hell hole, telling me all about how they'd figured out it was a kanima, now all they had to do was find out who it was.
I'd been around a while, and in all that time I'd definitely heard the word kanima muttered between shady people and hunters. I'd never seen one, but I knew what they were, and I felt stupid for not putting it together sooner.
"Two hundred years of knowledge and experience and all you can spare is a shrug?" Isaac growled, glaring down at me and pulling me from my thoughts/
"I said 'no' too," I pointed out, and, really, how much clearer could I be?
He looked annoyed by my response, but quickly covered the irritated expression with a smirk.
The bell rang and I used the distraction to slide to my feet, adjusting the bag on my shoulder. "I'd love to stay and chat, but I really should be getting to class," I told him lightly, breezing passed him, around the corner before he could argue.
I made my way through the school to my locker, swapping out the textbooks I needed for the next class. I considered skipping it, but decided what with grandfather-Argent lurking around it was in my best interest to keep my toes firmly in line.
"We have a serious problem," Stiles exclaimed as he came to a clumsy stop beside me. I shoved the textbook in my hands into the depths of my locker, casting him a sidelong glance. "So Derek and his cult tested Jackson with the kanima venom and he didn't pass the test – obviously – so now they're looking for another suspect and guess who's at the top of their list?! Lydia!"
I was silent as though waiting for a punchline. None came. "Oh," I said lamely, and the kid flailed, not happy with my response.
"Oh? Oh?!" I continued to stare at him blankly, letting the metal door to my locker swing shut, hearing it lock into place before leaning my shoulder against it, cocking my head at the short haired kid. "We have to do something."
"Like what?" I asked, "I'm not watching her every minute of every day, waiting for them to make a move. I've got better things to do."
"What, like reading a book you've already read a billion times before?" he snapped, and I frowned at him. He immediately winced, but didn't take back his statement. "Listen, this is important."
"Look," I began seriously. "Is she the kanima?"
"No," he said instantly and with conviction.
"Well then what's the problem?" He didn't look convinced. "Worst case scenario? They test her, she ends up paralysed for an hour, then she goes on with her life."
"...But what if it is her?"
I shot him a look, "You just said it isn't."
"Yeah, but on the off and almost impossible chance that I'm wrong," he huffed. "What if it is?"
I hesitated. He wouldn't like my answer, but since when should that dictate what I said? "Then the problem will be dealt with and no more innocents will die at the kanima's hands," I told him simply, gut tightening when he winced like my response pained him.
He was silent for a long time, but I left him to his thoughts, waiting quietly for him to gather himself. "Would you please just help me protect her?" he finally pleaded, pulling out those large puppy dog eyes. "Just for today? We'll figure out the rest later."
I wanted to say no, I really did. And I felt weak when I found that I couldn't. "Just for today," I agreed carefully, and he lit up with happiness. I couldn't help the way my own features brightened to match until I was grinning up at him, green eyes meeting brown.
He opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by his best friend slapping him on the back lightly, "You okay man?" he asked innocently. "Your heart's beating, like, really fast."
Stiles coughed into his fist as I slipped my indifferent mask back into place. "I'm just," he floundered, and both of us raised eyebrows at him expectantly. "Just worried about Lydia."
I grimaced at his words, already regretting the promise I'd made. "Derek is not going to kill her without proof," Scott assured him quietly as he led the way into the chemistry classroom, to ensure he wouldn't be overheard.
"Right, so he tests her like he did with Jackson, but when and where?"
The back of my neck prickled and my head snapped up, meeting a familiar sky blue gaze on the other side of the room. "I think here and now," the original teen wolf said, also catching sight of the pair of betas that had entered the room.
The next moment everyone was racing forwards, trying to be the first one to get to an oblivious Lydia as she sat idly flicking through the textbook. Thankfully Scott and Stiles got there first, slipping into seats on either side of the redhead, the girl raising an eyebrow but otherwise staying silent.
Erica and Isaac took seats behind the group, and I made a point to elbow the blonde girl in the face as I passed, sliding into the empty seat to the left of Scott, leaving a space open for Allison once the girl slipped into the room, casting confused glances at everyone, clearly feeling the tension.
I filled the black haired beauty in on the situation silently, scribbling some key words down on a blank sheet of paper in front of us. She nodded, heart hammering in her chest, though her fear didn't show on her face. I ignored the teacher's monologue, instead focusing on sketching a moon on my paper. He must have said something significant, because every hand in the room – except from those in my little posse – suddenly shot up. I looked up, raising an eyebrow at the room. "Put your hormonal little hands down," Harris sneered. "We'll start with McCall."
Allison slid across the row the second she was able, perching herself on the seat beside her best friend. I stayed where I was, no interest in moving tables. A warm body slid into place beside me, and my lips automatically tipped upwards into a smile at Stiles.
"You have to get to Lydia next," he murmured from the corner of his mouth. "You'll have the best chance at protecting her if they make a move." I nodded my head, nose crinkling at the thought of defending the vapid redhead. I returned to my rough sketching, ignoring Stiles' annoyed glance. "You could at least pretend to help me," he said as he poured a vial of blue chemical into a beaker, and I smirked at his irritation.
We were silent for a moment, and though I looked distracted, my attention was, as usual, on the kid beside me. He looked over his shoulder, back suddenly straightening. "What?" I asked immediately, more worried than I'd admit.
"Lahey," he spat back under his breath, tone filled with contempt.
"I wasn't aware you had a such problem with him," I whispered back, dropping my pen and picking up a small vial of purple liquid as swirling it around idly.
Stiles was quiet for a moment, then spoke up, surprising me completely, "I just don't like the way he looks at you."
Before I had a chance to ask the several questions floating around in my head, Harris called out to the class, telling us to switch. Stiles sighed, putting down his own beaker and pushing himself to his feet.
I was still staring at him when my new partner slid into place beside me. I glanced over at Greenberg, irritation clearly spread across my features. Luckily neither of Derek's beta's had gotten to Lydia, and I felt guilty for not slipping in beside her instantly. "Hey there," Greenberg said, probably trying to sound smooth.
"Don't talk to me," I commanded him with a glance, and his lips sealed shut.
"...Juliet. Don't like the way I look at her, huh?" Isaac's voice met my ears, grabbing my attention when I caught my name, and I cocked my head, focusing in on his conversation with Stiles while I sat back, allowing the greasy haired teen beside me to do all the work. To his credit, Stiles didn't respond, instead all I heard was the sound of glass jars clinking against each other and liquid being poured from one vial to the next. "Is it because you can tell that I'm undressing her with my eyes?"
I knew the kid wouldn't be able to hold his tongue for long, and a moment later he snapped, "Doesn't it go against your very nature? Break some kind of unspoken rule? As far as I've heard, vampires and werewolves don't mix."
I could hear the smirk in the beta's voice as he replied, "Something tells me Juliet likes to break the rules." They were quiet for a stretch, and I felt eyes on me, so I pretended to be focused on scribbling pointlessly on my notebook. "What does it matter to you anyway?" Isaac spoke up, cocky tone still very much in place. "It's not like she's yours. It's not like she ever will be."
Stiles' heart hammered away in his chest, so fast to the point where I was worried about his health. Before I could interject, do something to calm him down, Harris called for another swap. I happily shoved Greenberg out of his chair, gaze sliding across to Stiles, who was alone now, staring angrily at the wood of his bench.
I felt like I should say something, but I was more confused than ever.
A kid I didn't know sat down on the chair, smiled politely and held out a hand to me. "Hi," he greeted me. "I'm Alex..." he trailed off awkwardly when all he was met with was a stony glare. After a moment he turned back to the project, clearing his throat uncomfortably. I was too caught up in my thoughts to pay any attention.
"Time!" Harris shouted suddenly and the dull chatter of the room fell silent. "If you've catalysed the reaction correctly, you should now be looking at a crystal. Now, for the part of that last experiment I'm sure you'll all enjoy – you can eat it."
I pushed the container towards the guy next to me, and he looked like he wanted to argue, but stopped at the frown on my face. There was a beat, then, "Lydia!"
Everyone turned to stare at Scott, who was awkwardly leaned over his bench, staring in panic at the redhead.
"What?" the girl hissed, frowning heavily at the wolf.
He glanced around the room, and I subtly shook my head at him when his eyes met mine. "Nothing," he mumbled, dropping back onto his stool and clearing his throat. Lydia rolled her eyes, moving forwards and taking a bite of the newly formed crystal that was more than likely dipped in kanima venom. My theory was confirmed when I glanced out of the window, catching sight of a staring Derek, eyes watching Lydia like the hawk.
A warning growl slipped passed my lips, making the guy next to me jump in fright, heart hammering in his chest as he stared at me like he was wondering whether I should be heavily medicated. Derek's sharp ears picked the sound up, and his green gaze slid to meet my darker shade. He didn't smile smugly like I'd assumed he would when there was no reaction from Lydia other than a grimace at the taste, instead he looked nearly regretful.
I couldn't deny the facts.
The venom hadn't done anything to her, and that could only mean one thing: she was the kanima.
No matter how I felt, she had to be stopped before anyone else died, but I sure as hell wouldn't be the one to end her, not if it meant Stiles would hate me forever. So even though I knew it was morally the wrong decision, I swore to the stars that I would do whatever it took to save the strawberry blonde if it meant Stiles wouldn't ever leave me.
I had snuck outside for a quick smoke break, perching on one of the tables and glaring at anyone who came too close, when Scott approached me, one of the only people in the school who could do so without risking bodily harm. "You're staying with Lydia to protect her from any attacks by Derek or the others," he told me seriously, and I arched a brow at him, displeased with his command.
"When was this decided?" I asked him snidely, blowing smoke from the corner of my lips.
"Just now."
"Why should I?"
"Could you please just do it? If not for Lydia, then for me?" I was silent. "Fine, for Stiles?" I was still silent, refusing to be manipulated into anything. "Look, he's watching her right now, but if one of Derek's betas makes a move, you know he'll just get hurt in the crossfire."
I grit my teeth in annoyance before sucking in another lungful of chemicals and fixing him with a dark look. "I'll do it," I told him reluctantly, crushing the cigarette in my hand and dropping it on the grass. "But because I want to, not because you asked."
"Thank you," he breathed in what appeared to be genuine gratefulness, spinning around and heading for the field.
I grunted in reply, but he took no notice. With a huff I swung the strap of my bag over my shoulder and headed for the entrance of the school.
It wasn't difficult to find Stiles, it was almost instinct to seek out his scent, following it through the school until I eventually met up with him in a hall on the west side of the building. "Oh good," he said in what sounded like relief as I walked up to him, glancing coldly at an annoyed looking Lydia. "You're here."
"Why do you need her again?" the redhead asked sharply, eyeing my leather pants and combat boots with distaste.
"She's here to help," he replied vaguely, and she looked less than pleased with the response.
"Whatever," she chirped, flipping her strawberry blonde hair over her shoulder as she spun around, moving down the hall. "Are we going to study or what?"
Of course, Stiles scurried after her. Rolling my eyes, I followed the pair, keeping an eye out for any sign of the alpha or his betas. It was a good enough cover, to study, but she still looked somewhat skeptical, or perhaps it was reluctance I was seeing. Stiles led the way through the school, eventually ending up at the library doors. He pushed through, waiting to let Lydia in first. The girl strode in, head held high. Stiles followed like a puppy, trying to smoothly touch her arm only to be shrugged off with an irritated glare. She walked through to the back of the library, where Allison stood with Jackson, trying to look inconspicuous as they flicked through encyclopaedias.
"Well?" Lydia asked them, eyes trained suspiciously on Allison, clearly avoiding her ex's gaze. "Did you want to start with Biology or English?" she questioned tartly, putting down her handbag and reaching for one of her textbooks.
"Uh," Stiles responded dumbly, blinking at her before switching his gaze to scanning the room. "We have to go this way," he said finally, grabbing onto her elbow and pulling her in the direction of the fire exit.
"What?" she asked confusedly. "We can't go out that door, the alarm will go off."
My hand snapped out, fist slamming into the small alarm system attached to the side of the door. There was a quiet beep before the light flickered out.
"First smoking in the bathroom, now destroying school property?" she asked, uncaring that someone my size had managed to do something like that, and reminding me of that day she'd caught me puffing at the sink in the top floor bathroom. "Well aren't you just a regular little Wednesday Adams?"
I froze at the name. Rationally I knew she didn't know anything, how the hell could she? Nobody here knew that name, and nobody ever would. Nonetheless I forced a smug smirk onto my lips, hoping no one had noticed me falter. "Thank you," I said, my voice overflowing with sincerity. She cringed unhappily at me as Jackson tugged open the door, Stiles dragging her out into the hall.
"If we're doing a study group, why didn't we just stay in the library?" she asked, roughly yanking her arm from Stiles' grip.
"Because we're meeting up with somebody else," he told her unconvincingly.
"Why don't they just meet us at the library?"
"Oh!" he exclaimed theatrically. "That would have been a great idea!" he placed an arm over her shoulders, acting so casual it was painful. "Too late!"
"Okay, hold on-"
"Lydia, shut up and walk," Jackson snapped, carelessly interrupting her as he grabbed her roughly, shoving her further forwards and towards the main exit of the school. We pushed our way into the gloomy light of the cloudy day, making a beeline for the familiar blue Jeep. Jackson's face scrunched in disgust at the thought of getting in, but under the harsh glare I sent him he changed his attitude, gulping and sliding into the backseat with an exasperated Lydia, Allison squeezing herself in beside her best friend while I took the front seat beside Stiles.
"Where are we going?" the redhead asked with a frown as Stiles steered us out of the parking lot.
"Scott's place," Allison supplied truthfully.
"But-"
This time I was the one to stop her, spinning around in my seat to shoot her my most lethal glare. Her heart sped up in fear, but to her credit she merely glared back. It worked though, she fell silent. I turned back around and smirked. Hanging out with Stiles as often as I had, I was beginning to forget what it felt like to really scare someone, because no matter what I did (biting into his wrist and drinking his blood included) I couldn't seem to make him fear me.
That both pleased and irritated me.
"If we're studying at Scott's house, then where's Scott?" Lydia asked suspiciously after the rest of the silent ride once we'd pulled to a stop outside of the wolf's house.
"He's meeting us here," Stiles supplied with a forced smile. "I think..." he frowned, "I hope."
I ignored Allison and Jackson mumbling behind me, watching instead as Stiles pulled out the spare key he had to Scott's house, slipping it into the lock and pushing open the door, all but shoving Lydia inside. She glared at him as we all piled into the entryway, but he took no notice as he spun around, shutting the door and locking it every way possible, then glancing out the window to be sure we hadn't been followed.
"Uh, there's been a few break ins around the neighbourhood," he told her unconvincingly when he caught her suspicious look. I made a mental note to teach him how to lie better. He glanced around, darting across the room suddenly, taking a lone chair from the corner and shoving it under the handle. It wouldn't keep a werewolf out, but if it made him feel safer then who was I to tell him differently? "And a murder."
"Lydia, follow me," Jackson said suddenly, and I pulled my gaze away from Stiles, barely having realised I'd been staring. "I need to talk to you for a minute."
"Seriously?" the beautiful girl huffed, heels clicking on the wood floors as she strode after her ex-boyfriend. "What is going on with everyone?"
They made their way up the stairs, and while part of me thought it was best to keep an ear on them, I found I couldn't be bothered once Stiles began talking. "Okay, what's the plan?"
"Good question," I replied with a frown. "They're going to find us eventually, and we won't be able to keep them out long."
"Yeah, it's not like they need an invitation, like some people we know," he said slyly, and for a split second the mood lightened before crashing back over us like a wave.
"You don't happen to carry any wolfsbane on you, huh?" I asked him, knowing it was a long shot. His heart stuttered, making me frown at the unexpected reaction. "What?" I asked instantly, brow furrowing at I stared at him in question. His heart continued to race. "Stiles? Do you have wolfsbane on you or not?" He didn't reply, acting as though he hadn't heard me, moving the curtain back and peering out the rapidly darkening street. "What are you hiding?"
It pained me to ask, but I had to know.
He sighed, pressing his fingers to the bridge of his nose for a moment before they moved to a thin piece of cord wrapped around his neck that I hadn't taken the time to notice. "It's not wolfsbane..." he trailed off, and I stared in confusion for a moment before it clicked.
"You're wearing vervain."
It probably shouldn't have been such a surprise, but nonetheless it was like I'd been punched in the stomach. I sucked a sharp breath in through my teeth, and the kid winced, clearly not having wanted me to find out. I couldn't blame him, I wouldn't have trusted me either after what happened the other night at the pool. I couldn't be mad, even though I really wanted to be. If anything, I was just disappointed. Not at him – never at him – just at myself.
"Look, I'm sorry-" he began.
"Don't apologise," I snapped, instantly regretting it when he winced.
"Guys?" Allison spoke up, surprising me since I'd forgotten she was even there. "We have a problem."
I tore my eyes away from Stiles, glancing at her questioningly. She was leaning against the window, peering through the gap in the curtain at something in the darkness. I stepped around Stiles, pushing the thin curtain back to glance out into the street.
Derek stood on the curb, his group of merry betas standing to his left. "Call Scott," I instructed the raven haired beauty next to me in a quiet voice. "Now." My priorities had changed instantly, no longer was I caught up in the whirlwind of stinging emotions I'd been feeling moments before, now I was in pure survival mode, my only conscious thought was to get these kids out of here safely. Every last one of them. Even Jackson.
I stepped back, rolling my neck and stretching my fingers, preparing for a fight.
"No."
I glanced back at Stiles with a frown, confused.
"You're not going out there," he said strongly. "You're not going to fight them all alone. There's no way you'll win."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence," I grumbled, but he paid me no mind.
"Just, stay here," he instructed, though it didn't feel like a command. "Please." Before I could form a reply, he peeked at Allison, brow furrowing when he caught sight of her phone. "What are you doing?"
"I think-I think I have to call my dad," she mumbled unconfidently, and I immediately spun around, fixing her with a serious glare.
"But if he finds you here...you and Scott-"
"I know." It was quiet for a moment as the two friends shared a significant look. "What are we supposed to do? They're not here to scare us, they're here to kill Lydia."
"No one's going to kill Lydia," I told her, hands clenching into fists. "I may not be able to stop them all, but I sure as hell can stop them from getting to her. Worse case scenario? I take her and run, they'll never catch up to me."
She didn't say anything for a long moment, considering my words. "How do we know you'll risk yourself like that?" she asked through the darkness of the house, squinting as she tried to see me while I stared at her with perfect clarity. "You don't even like Lydia."
I couldn't admit the real reason, of course. That it was for Stiles. It would just make me look pathetic, so instead of answering I went back to glaring through the thin material of the curtains at the shapes of the wolves outside. Something about what happened must have been enough for her, because she put her phone back into her pocket, pulling a crossbow from her bag and holding it at her side.
"I got an idea."
We both looked to Stiles, eyebrows raised.
"Shoot one of them."
"Are you serious?" she whispered back.
"We told Scott we could protect ourselves, so let's do it. Or at least give it a shot, right?" he said, and I couldn't help but be proud. "Look, at the very least it'll distract them long enough for Jules to get a few good hits in," he told her, glancing at me with a frown that contradicted his hopeful words.
"Okay," Allison breathed shakily, peering out into the night.
"Look, they don't think we're going to fight. One of them gets taken down by either your arrow or Juliet's fist? I guarantee they'll take off."
She sucked in a deep breath, probably to try and calm herself. "Which one?" she asked weakly.
"Uh," he hummed, bouncing on the tips of his toes. "Derek. Yeah, shoot Derek. Preferably in the head."
"If Scott was able to catch an arrow, then Derek definitely can," she responded logically.
"Okay, just shoot one of the other three then."
"You mean two?"
"I mean three," he darted to the window I was stood beside, both of us staring out at the pack. "Where the hell is Isaac?" he hissed, and I cursed myself for not paying enough attention.
Footsteps on the wood floors met my ears, and instantly I shoved Stiles to the side, spinning around and catching Isaac's fist in my hand. My face changed in one smooth movement, fangs sliding free and inky black veins winding up my cheeks. Isaac tried to hit me again, but I blocked the hit.
Stiles stumbled, turning around and preparing to help me fight the beta. "Stay back," I yelled to him desperately, slipping around the wolf's side and landing a strong kick to the small of his back that made something crack. He didn't want to listen, grabbing a lamp and raising it above his head, preparing to hit Isaac over the head. The beta ducked out of the way, making Stiles over swing and trip forwards. I was forced to catch the kid, preventing him from breaking a bone.
Isaac used the distraction to his advantage, landing a punch to this side of my face. I took the hit easily, pushing Stiles back a few steps and glaring at the wolf.
"Didn't your mother ever teach you not to hit girls?" I asked, goading him and flashing my glistening fangs, his eyes glowing amber in response.
"I'll be sure not to if I see one," he responded, and I couldn't help the humoured smirk that stretched across my lips. Fast as lightening my leg snapped out, hard sole of my boot slamming into his chest. He was forced back into the door, the wood creaking under the blow. "Come on," he sneered, gesturing for me to come closer. "I don't bite."
"I do."
My fangs slid into the soft skin of his neck. It was werewolf blood, so while it was slightly appetising – as in, I would drink it if I were starving to death – it was mostly just disgusting, tasting like dirt. Nonetheless I ripped out a large chunk of flesh, blood pouring down his neck. I spat it out in disgust, wiping my blood covered lips with a grimace.
Isaac swayed, hand pressed to his wound. It didn't keep him down for long, he swung a hand, but I ducked it easily. I landed several hits to his gut in quick succession, and he groaned in pain. I expected him to lash out at me, so I was surprised when his hand snapped out and struck Stiles across the face.
Fury bubbled deep within me, and I snarled like a feral cat, disappearing from one end of the room, appearing with Isaac held against the wall by his throat. "You do not touch him," I growled, grip around his neck tightening until his face began to turn purple. I watched with barely concealed glee as his eyes began to roll back into his head, gasping desperately for breath.
Without any warning I was pulled off of him, and I wheeled around to hit someone, only to have Scott catch my hand. Isaac crumpled to the ground, unconscious but alive. "Enough," he said softly, and though I didn't agree, I nodded, stepping back and wiping my bloody hands on my jumper.
Stiles clamoured to my side, hands winding around my arm, almost as an afterthought. Scott picked up the passed out Isaac by the scruff, bending down and also picking up what appeared to be a paralysed Erica. He strode to the door, Allison appearing and opening it for him, and we watched as he threw the betas at their alpha's feet.
"I think I'm finally getting why you keep refusing me, Scott," Derek said, not appearing to be fazed by our thwarting of his plans for murder. "You're not an omega. You're an alpha, of your own pack." It was silent as Allison and Stiles exchanged glances, Scott and I keeping our gazes fixed on the alpha on the lawn. "But you know you can't beat me."
"We can hold you off until the cops get here."
Derek cocked his head, finally realising that blaring in the distance was the sound of police cars on their way to our location. He looked like he was about to say something, but stopped himself when we all heard a reptilian hiss from above us. Everyone's gaze shot to the upper level of the house, peering through the darkness at the kanima as it slithered along the awnings, glaring down at us with dark, familiar eyes.
"Get them out of here," Derek instructed his remaining conscious beta.
"Would someone please tell me what the hell is going on?!" a furious Lydia demanded, appearing in the doorway, glaring at everyone on the grass with angry, watering eyes. It wasn't her.
It was Jackson.
"Get them away!" Derek commanded Boyd sharply. "You," he growled, grabbing my arm and all but ripping me away from Stiles. "I need your speed," he said hurriedly. I wanted to argue, but he had a point, no matter how much I wanted to say no. I reached out and squeezed Stiles' hand once before disappearing from view with Derek, our only priority to catch the kanima before it could do any more damage.
A/N: Kind of a shorter chapter, hope you guys liked it anyway, I promise the next one is super long. And if you're reading from Australia, I'm uploading this in the Origin half-time, and my boys are four points behind, so shoot me and my Maroon Toads some good vibes!
