Life seemed to just keep getting more and more complicated. I was 'marked', Scott's girlfriend's dad was a werewolf hunter, and I burst out in a fit of rage every time I caught Stiles staring at Lydia.

I had started sophomore year hoping to just keep up with straight A's and kick Lydia's ass at cheer but I took a whole lot more on my plate then that. For the life of me, I couldn't understand why it irked me that Stiles was a pathetic loser in love with Lydia but I guessed it was because she was the devil and was always using people. I didn't like to see Stiles be used by Lydia, or to look at her, or think about her in any capacity….

I hadn't spoken to my dad since last Saturday night. Usually that wasn't very unusual. But, since we had a huge blow out and he unknowingly told me I was 'marked', it was a big deal. He had barely been home; I only heard him sneak in the house in the middle of the night as I lie awake fretting about what catastrophe tomorrow will bring.

Now, I was sitting on the bleachers next to Allison (and to my disgust, Lydia), watching the first lacrosse game of the season. A lot of things had led up to this point as I prayed silently that the thing I was dreading wouldn't happen: that Scott wouldn't phase in the middle of this game in front of the whole town.

We had found the other half of the body in Derek Hale's back yard and now he was sitting in the county jail. Scott and Stiles had come to the conclusion that he had murdered her but I was on the fence about it. Unfortunately, with my dad's grudge, Sheriff Stilinski wanting to catch someone, and the fact that the body was buried next to his house, I wasn't going to win this case.

Scott had his first encounter with Wolf's Bane which nearly killed him since Stiles, being the brainiac he is, placed it in his backpack and Scott inhaled its fumes for too long on the ride back into town and ran off into the forest as Stiles and I disposed of the problem.

"Go, Jackson!" Lydia screamed, bringing me back from my thoughts.

"Go, Scott!" Allison cried, taking Lydia's lead.

I almost yelled, 'Go, Stiles!' just to be a smart ass but Stiles and I had been fighting way too much lately that I was afraid this would set Scott off. So, instead, I cheered for Scott, receiving a dirty look from Lydia. I rolled my eyes as she told Allison to help her hold up her Jackson sign. With much hesitation, Allison obliged.

I could tell something was wrong at once. Scott was hit by Jackson and he was doubled over. I knew he was trying to stop the phase and I held my breath until he stood up again, breathing heavily, but still the normal Scott.

Twenty minutes in I could see that the other team was being freaked out by Scott. He was scoring goals left and right, tying the score and at last winning the game. The opposing players seemed to be too afraid to fight Scott for the ball to do any defense or go anywhere near him for that matter.

Stiles turned around, giving me a significant look before noticing Lydia and I simply refused to look at him again. When Scott scored the winning goal, the girls next to me screamed and squealed with delight. Scott was bent over again, heaving in deep breaths. I hopped up and booked it, trying to reach Scott before something bad happened or to get him somewhere he could phase. I was fully aware that Mr. Ardent's eyes were glued to me as I raced over to where Scott had been before the crowd had enveloped him. I pushed people, trying to glimpse Scott when I saw his retreating figure heading for the locker rooms. Allison was close behind.

"Shit." I muttered, looking around for Stiles. I found him watching mournfully as Jackson was receiving his congratulations make out session. Instead of grabbing him out of his pathetic state, I rushed off to the locker rooms to head Allison off.

"Hey," I called as I quickly caught up to Allison, "Aren't you sticking around for the celebration?" I cut in front of her, blocking the door. She halted with a confused look plastered on her face.

"Yeah, but Scott ran back here for some reason and I wanted to congratulate him on his amazing performance." She explained, eyeing me strangely.

"Why are you here?" She asked accusingly.

"Uh—I had—" I stuttered, trying to imagine a good excuse that didn't make her feel like there was something romantic going on between me and Scott, "To see why you were going to the boys locker room?" I finished lamely.

"Right," She said surely, clearing thinking what I thought she would, "Well, if you excuse me, I need to talk to my boyfriend."

"I – uh, cant let you do that," I clenched my fists, dodging her advances.

"Why not?" She asked accusingly.

"Because Scott could be naked." I blurted, not knowing what else to say that wouldn't endanger our friendship.

She looked at me incredulously, "'Because Scott could be naked.'" She repeated. "I'll take my chances." She smirked, sneaking around me to push open the door.

"No!" I gasped but to my surprise I saw a fully human Scott. "Oh, thank God he's clothed, 'cause that would have been awkward." I laughed nervously, swinging my hands by my side. "Well, see you two love birds later…."

I quickly strolled off back to the lacrosse field but was cut off by Stiles.

"We've got a problem." He said.

"I know we do." I growled, though he obviously didn't get the double meaning behind my answer.

"I was listening to my dad's conversation, zoning in and out—"

"Someone got your attention?" I cut him off angrily. He stood there with his mouth opened, looking stunned.

"Okay, whatever your problem is lately, get over it!" He shouted, "I have something serious to tell you."

"Why don't you tell it to Lydia, because right now, I don't care!" I began to storm off.

"You're so freaking frustration sometimes!" He groaned angrily. I flipped him off and kept walking.

I heard him sigh agitatedly, "Fine, whatever. At least she doesn't bitch and complain about every little thing I do!"

"That's because she doesn't know you exist!" I laughed mechanically, wheeling around to face him. "I'm sure you would realize how much of a terrible person she is if you actually spoke to her instead of fantasying about being her boyfriend! You're so pathetic."

"Well, you're a bitch!" I turned and slapped him as hard as I could. We both stared at each other, horror struck by what was happening.

"What is going on with you two?" Scott demanded, appearing out of no where with Allison on his arm. I jumped at the sound of Scott's alarming words. What was going on between me and Stiles?

Stiles was nursing his red, puffy cheek but we were avoiding each others gaze.

"I should go find my dad," Allison broke the silence. She passed by me grazing my arm with her hand, giving me a look that solemnly said 'we'll-talk-later'.

"So?" Scott asked, crossing his arms expectantly.

"He started it—" I began promptly.

"Oh, yeah, its always my fault! You're so—urgh!" He let out a cry of aggravation.

"Well, if you'd stop being so obsessive over Lydia, then we wouldn't be in this situation!" I bellowed my face red in anger.

"Maybe if you'd stop being so jealous, we wouldn't fight about this!" Stiles countered.

"Jealous?" I laughed, my voice raised an octave, "I'm not jealous! What's there to be jealous of? Jealous? Right, as if." I quickly said defensively.

"Whatever!"

"Stop fighting!" Scott shouted, "Would you guys just shut up for five seconds? You're fucking driving me insane!" His eyes flashed to his wolf yellow colored, his breathing was deeper as he struggled to calm himself.

"Hey, we're not fighting," Stiles said, slightly delirious at the prospect of Scott phasing.

"Yes," I nodded at Stiles, "Just playful banter between two besties." Stiles and I side hugged each other awkwardly

It wasn't working.

"Scott, c'mon," Stiles panted, sitting Scott down, "Just calm down, buddy."

But nothing we said could stop Scott. His sharp canines slid down into place as the hair on his face grow down the sides of his face like Wolverine. Scott tried gripping the soil to brace himself but his talon-like nails shot out, piercing this earth.

Scott threw Stiles off of him as if he was a feather and burst off into the woods, leaving Stiles and I panting in his wake.

"He's so strong," Stiles breathed, sliding down the locker room wall. I followed in suit.

"He needs to learn to calm himself or else every little thing in high school will just set him off." I sighed, wiping the sweat off my face with the cuff of my sweater.

"Would this be a bad time to mention what my dad was talking about on the phone?" He nodded his head to the side to face me.

"Probably, but you might as well tell me anyway."

"The coroner examined the body," He informed, "he concluded that it was an animal attack, seeing as he found wolf hairs all over the body…."

"Which means?" I questioned, though I had a pretty sure idea of what he was about to say.

"They say it's an animal attack. Derek Hale's not an animal. Therefore—"

"They let him go?" I asked in a horrified voice.

"Precisely." He said.

If Derek Hale was released and Scott was running wild in the woods, then this was very bad. We had sent Derek to jail and I'll be a magical unicorn before he didn't hold a grudge against what had happened. I think it was safe to say Derek was out for revenge.