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"Hey!"

"Hi…" I looked like a deer in headlights. Allison Argent was acting scary nice. We'd talked two times and she was acting like she was my best friend.

"So, you doing anything this Saturday?"

"Well…I was going to um…study for this test but I guess it can wait. What do you have in mind?" Allison smiled huge.

"My friend Lydia and I were going to head to my house and then the mall. I was wondering if you wanted to join us?" She smiled again.

"Oh, sounds cool. I'll try my best to be there." I smiled a fake smile.

"Great!" Allison smiled. "See you later!" She walked off to her class and I just stood there dumbfounded. I sighed. I guess one trip to the mall wouldn't hurt anyone.

M.P.O.V.

The Beacon Hills Mall sign looked like it was mocking me. I had tried to look presentable by curling my hair and not dressing like a hooker but I still felt like a fish out of water. Allison and her red headed friend Lydia martin stood by a fountain talking when I walked in. "Marcie!" Allison ran over and hugged me. I froze. I didn't do so well with hugs. "Hi Allison." I said nervously. She let me go and dragged me over to Lydia. "This is Lydia Martin." I smiled at the girl.

"Nice to meet you." I managed to say.

"I've heard a lot about you. You seem nice." Lydia looked like she was trying to hard to be nice to me. I wasn't really shocked.

"Thanks. You too." I tried to smile. Allison could sense things were getting awkward so she began to walk towards a random store. Lydia and I followed her in silence.

S.P.O.V.

"Dude!" Stiles smacked my arm with his lacrosse stick.

"What?" I rubbed my arm.

"Really Scott? I barely even hit you." Stiles eyed me. "Anyways, you need to get your head in the game before coach freaks out. You have this glazed over look in your eyes."

"Oh. Thanks bro. I guess I'm just tired."

"Uh-huh." Stiles skeptically replied. I rolled my eyes. This was going to be a long practice.

We were back in the locker room. I could barely breathe. We had run over 2 miles today and practiced lacrosse. My head was pounding. "McCall?" I really did not want to deal with Jackson right now. "Hey. McCall." Jackson was standing over me.

"What?" I sighed.

"I'd leave my skirt at home tomorrow if I were you."

M.P.O.V.

Three painful hours later, our shopping trip was finally over. I was walking with Allison and Lydia out to the parking lot in front of the mall. "Do you guys need rides?" I asked.

"No, my aunt Kate is coming." Allison looked off in the distance like she couldn't wait for her aunt to arrive. Aunt Kate? She must be the hunter. I thought to myself. A huge black car pulled up in front of where we were standing. The window rolled down slowly and a woman was sitting in the front seat. I went pale. It was like staring at a photograph, a photograph of my mom. Kate Argent looked just like my mom. My dead mom. "I'll see you guys at school. Bye." I fumbled over my words and almost ran towards my car. When I got to my car I jumped in and drove. I had no idea where I was going but I would stop when I got there. I was beside myself. I hadn't cried this much in years, I also haven't driven this much above the speed limit since I was maybe 16. Before I knew it, I pulled up to a place I'd never thought I go twice. I was walking up towards where I knew Laura's grave would be. "You shouldn't be here." A dark figure appeared behind me. I closed my eyes. "I'm having a really bad day so your sass is not appreciated." I sighed.

"You really shouldn't be here." I turned around. I thought I was going to lose it.

"Fuck you, Derek Hale. Fuck you."

S.P.O.V.

Marcie wasn't at school today. Normally, I'd think that was odd but Marcie was pretty…unique. Her absence, in Stiles' mind, was an excuse to gossip and about her. It was pretty teenage girl, even for Stiles. "Okay, am I crazy or is it totally obvious she's hiding something?" Stiles talked away while eating his lunch.

"Well, you are crazy but yes, it is obvious." I sighed.

"Haha." Stiles rolled his eyes. "We need to get to the bottom of this."

"Stiles. It's okay. People have secrets."

"Well, duh! But most hot girls don't prance around with scary werewolves in the forest unless their last name happens to be Riding Hood."

"Very funny, Stiles."

"I know, I try." Stiles laughed.

S.P.O.V.

It's been a week. Neither Scott nor I had heard from her and we couldn't find Derek anywhere. I decided it was time to go to her house. Did I tell Scott or Derek this? No. They would have just told me to butt out anyway. I grabbed the keys to my jeep and followed MapQuest's directions until I found a huge brown house with a brown roof. It was Marcie's address. I parked and slowly walked up to the door. "Marcie?" I knocked. "Hello?" I knocked again. I walked around her house and saw no signs of activity. Then I looked up. A little latter – probably a fire escape - was hanging from a window with a light purple curtain. Even if it wasn't Marcie's room, it was a way in. I began climbing up the side of the house. All the years of rope climbing in gym can in handy when scaling ivy on the side of a girl's house. I reached the fire escape and grabbed it with both hands. I pulled myself up and reached the window. I pulled on the window and it creaked upwards. I tried to slide through but ended up falling flat on my face. I landed on soft light brown carpet. "Wow." A whisper escaped my lips. I was standing in what I assumed to be Marcie's room. Three of the walls were a golden yellow and the fourth wall was snow white. A huge brown curtain hung on one of the walls – I assumed it was her closet. There was a big brown dresser in one corner but other than that the room was mostly empty. Then I turned around. A huge bed with a mass of white sheets was against the wall. All I could see was a tangle of sheets but when I got closer I could see the outline of a figure. Marcie. Well this just got awkward. "Marcie." I whispered. I got closer. "Marcie." I said it louder. "Marcie!" I yelled.

"Stiles? What the hell!"

Hope you all liked it! It was super fun to write this chapter, I just took an idea and ran with it. And yes, my version of Allison is more annoying than the Allison on the show for a reason. She's also super preppy but more about that later. I also wanted tow rite more from Scott & Stiles' P.O.V.'s. They don't get enough attention in my fiction. And no, because I know you are going to ask, Kate is not her mom. That would be gross and weird. Like I said above, more about that later. And look out for wolf Marcie in the next chapter!

Until next time,

Bee

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