It was hard to believe that when Monday came I still had to go to school. You can't just be presented with the fact that your best friend is a werewolf and then be expected to continue your high school education after only one weekend. However, that is exactly what happened. I woke up bright and early Monday morning and drove to school.

I imagined Scott had it even more rough than me. He was the one who was a werewolf after all. I didn't see him in the morning and assumed that he was off somewhere on his knees, begging Allison to take him back. For his sake, I hoped she did. He needed at least one good thing in his life right now. I saw him in class, but he didn't speak to me. He didn't even look at Allison. Scott kept his head forward the whole time with a sort of dazed expression on his face. That didn't bode well. Scott acted like this all day until I was finally able to catch him outside of the boy's locker room before lacrosse started.

I asked him what Allison had said and he told me she had forgiven him. Well, alright! Then why was he acting so strangely? He then revealed to me the reason for his unusual silence. Allison's father was one of the hunters who had attacked him on the full moon. He had shot him with a crossbow. I was completely shocked by this, but I really shouldn't have been. Figured even the girl of his dreams would come with some sort of catch. I asked again just to be safe.

"Allison's father?"

"Yes, her father!" Scott shouted at me.

Most of the team was now on the field and we were left by the locker rooms alone. Scott began to whimper and I knew he was spiraling out of control fast. I gave him a few forceful pats on the cheek to try and bring him back to reality. I told him not to worry. I slammed his lacrosse stick into his chest and told him the only thing he needed to worry about right now was practice. He agreed weakly, but he still looked like he was seasick. I pushed him out to the field and he ran to join the other players. Coach was yelling at the team and I quickly gave him the finger while his back was to me. I took my seat and watched the practice with anxious eyes.

I had told Scott not to worry, but there was just so much to worry about. Did Allison know about her father's extracurricular activities? Was she a hunter as well? Did her father know Scott was a werewolf? Did she? I tried to keep all of these questions pressed down for the moment. Scott needed to take a breath right now and relax in the best way he knew how; tackling other sweaty boys to the ground. They were practicing shots at the goal with Jackson defending. He had successfully blocked everyone so far and then it was Scott's turn. Making Jackson eat mud would surely take his mind off of the whole Allison thing. Scott ran toward the goal and Jackson slammed into him, knocking him to the ground. Ouch.

"McCall!" Coach smirked. "My grandmother can move faster than that!"

He leaned down and was talking quietly in Scott's ear. I couldn't make out what he was saying, but Scott was breathing heavily. Although I was a little worried, I wouldn't have been too upset if he wolfed out and took that stupid Coach's face off. However, he didn't. Coach left his side and announced Scott was going to try again. Only this time, Scott looked pissed. He made his way back to the front of the line and Jackson returned to his position. The whistle blew and Scott burst forward with lightning speed and crashed into Jackson. I heard a snap as Jackson flew up into the air and landed on the field like a ragdoll. Scott didn't make it to the goal before he collapsed to his knees, gripping his head in pain. Coach and the other boys rushed over to help Jackson, but I darted off the bleachers and ran to my friend's side.

"I can't control it, Stiles," Scott huffed. "It's happening."

"Right here?" I squeaked. "Now?"

Scott didn't answer before I pulled him up, putting his arm over my shoulders, and hauled ass back to the locker room. I didn't even care I wasn't a boy, this allowed me special privilege to enter. Before we had left the field, I did see someone out of the corner of my eye. Derek Hale. He was spying on Scott at school now? Jesus, dude! Get a life! I burst through the locker room door and allowed Scott to collapse onto the floor. I begged him to give me any indication on what I could do to help. I titled his head toward me so I could see his face and-

"Get away from me!" Scott roared. His eyes were glowing golden yellow and his mouth housed vicious fangs.

I complied with his wishes and quickly scurried away from my best friend. My heart was pounding in my throat at the sight of him. Scott began to advance on me, knocking benches out of the way in order to get me. I got up and ran, maneuvering my way around the several rows of lockers. Oh my God, I was going to die! My best friend was about to kill me and I had nowhere to go. My thoughts again turned to my nightmare of him, but I didn't allow that fear to slow me down. I heard a crash from behind me and turned to see Scott had jumped up on top of one of the lockers. He then jumped down right in front of me and I reeled back into the wall. Suddenly there was hope as I felt a solid object hit my shoulder blades. It was a fire extinguisher. I grabbed it off of the wall and didn't hesitate to spray Scott. It was desperate, but I had no other options.

Fortunately for me, it worked. Scott flailed and snarled angrily as the cloud of chemicals engulfed him. I stopped spraying and turned into the shower room, my back pressed tightly against the wall. I clutched the fire extinguisher to my chest like it was a small child and gasped for air. I was expecting any minute for Scott to turn the corner and try to eat me again or whatever, but he never did. After a few minutes of silence, I heard his voice.

"Stiles?" he croaked.

I carefully turned the corner and saw him propped up against one of the benches. He had taken off his helmet and was sweating. He panted and looked at me confused. After seeing him in this state I allowed the fire extinguisher to drop to the ground with a loud thud. I gingerly approached Scott, but I was ready if he lost it again.

"What happened?" Scott asked quietly. Did he not remember? Well that's fucking convenient. For him I mean. This was going to be the subject matter of my nightmares for weeks.

"You tried to kill me," I reminded him. "It's like I told you before. It's the anger. It's your pulse rising. It's a trigger."

"But that's lacrosse," Scott argued. "It's a pretty violent game if you haven't noticed."

"Well, it's gonna be a lot more violent if you end up killing someone on the field. You can't play Saturday. You're gonna have to get out of the game."

"But I'm first line," Scott complained.

"Not anymore."

Scott was silent and the only sound in the locker room was our heavy breathing. I got up and left Scott to think about this. I felt bad, but there was no other way. I only wanted Scott to succeed in life and he couldn't do that if he was in jail. Or killed by hunters. Or kidnapped by the government. Because a werewolf would definitely be something the government would try to use as a weapon. They probably have so many weapons we don't know about. Focus, Stiles. We're thinking about Scott.

"Let me know what happened to Jackson," Scott called sounding concerned.

"I'll be on Skype later," I informed Scott. "I'll let you know what I find out." And with that I left the locker room.

I needed to get out of there before any of the guys saw me. There had been rumors in the past that me and Scott were fucking, but we had squashed all of those rumors pretty fast. However, me and Scott going into the locker room and then me slinking out suspiciously would definitely start some rumors again. Not to mention Coach would have a field day. I managed to get out without anyone seeing me and moved on to the next topic of interest; Derek. What the hell was he doing? If he had known Scott was going to turn, why didn't he stop him? Better yet, why didn't he try to help me?

I went back out to the field and saw they had successfully moved Jackson to the emergency room. Coach announced the practice was over for the day and the rest of the team dispersed. I asked him the full extent of Jackson's injuries and he told me it looked like a separated shoulder. He also told me to give Scott a good ass kicking on his behalf. No sign of Derek Hale anywhere. Of course not. I groaned and returned to my jeep. It was amazing how fast the shock of my best friend nearly killing me had worn off. I hoped this was something that I didn't have to get used to. When I got home I was surprised to see my dad was back from work already.

"Hey, Dad," I greeted him. "What are you doing home so early?"

"We didn't have any luck finding the other half of the body," the Sheriff sighed. "We might be instating a county wide curfew if we don't find it soon." He had a brown paper sack next to him on the counter. He was already starting to tuck into a very greasy looking hamburger.

"I hope that's a veggie burger," I warned. He stopped chewing and looked at me guiltily.

"Can't I just cheat for one night?" he whined. "I got you some, too."

I took a look in the bag and found another burger. "Fine. Just for tonight, since you had such a rough day. But I'm taking your fries." I snatched the paper bag off the counter and ran up to my room before he could complain.

I ate his fries greedily and almost laughed maniacally. He might have considered me a food Nazi, but it was for his own good. My father didn't have the best cholesterol and after my mother died I decided it was time for him to seriously change his eating habits. I wasn't about to lose another parent. He understood that, but it still didn't stop him from cheating whenever he got the chance.

I finished my food and hopped online. Scott wasn't on Skype yet, so I left it open and continued to read a book about lycanthropes from the library. I wanted to know everything I could about werewolves in order to help Scott. There was a lot of stuff to sift through and I had to determine truth from myth. After an hour or so a chime sounded, indicating someone was calling me on Skype. I answered it and Scott appeared on my screen.

"What did you find out?" Scott asked straight away.

"Well, it's bad," I admitted. "Jackson's got a separated shoulder."

"Because of me?"

"Because he's a tool," I reminded him.

"Is he gonna play?" Scott asked.

"They don't know yet. Now they're just counting on you for Saturday. Of course, I forbid it."

Just as Scott was looking sorry for himself, I noticed something in the corner of the screen. I leaned in closer to inspect it. Yeah. Something in the darkness of Scott's bedroom. It almost looked like a person. A very tall, very scary person. Oh, no way.

"Scott," I said hurriedly, "there's someone in the room with you."

Scott's face didn't move and neither did the figure. It was then that the screen froze and informed me of technical issues. Piece of crap. My best friend was probably about to be murdered by Derek Hale! I typed frantically into the chat. The screen flickered and continued motion just long enough for me to see Derek Hale come out of the shadows and grab Scott out of his seat. Then a message popped up alerting me to the fact that my internet connection was down.

"Scott!" I yelled at the blank screen. "Dammit, Scott!"

I swore then and there that if a single hair was out of place on Scott's stupid shaggy head, I would murder Derek Hale without a second thought. I didn't care what he thought he was. No one messed with best friend except for me. I grabbed my phone from my bag and called Scott with no answer. I tried several more times and sent him several text messages. He didn't reply. I threw the phone down on my bed in frustration. Oh, yeah. I was going to kill Derek Hale. If he wasn't answering that meant...I didn't know what it meant, but it was bad. I would go over to his house and do something. Anything. Before I could freak out any further, my cellphone rang. It was Scott. I rushed over to it and nearly dropped it when trying to answer.

"Scott!" I exclaimed. "Are you alright? Talk to me!"

"Stiles," Scott said softly. "I don't think I'm playing Saturday."

"Tell me what happened" I demanded. "Is he still there? I swear to God if he hurt you-"

"I'm alright. Just kinda shaken up. He threatened me and told me that if I tried to play in the game he would...I don't know."

"Motherfucker." I gritted my teeth. "Who the hell does he think he is? He is not allowed to do anything to you. I have a few choice words I'd like to say-"

"Stiles, wait," Scott interrupted. "Please, stay away from him. You might think you can take him, but you can't. I don't want you to get hurt."

"Scott, please. I can take care of myself. I'm a big girl."

"Stiles."

I was silent before answering. "Fine. But if he ever approaches me, all bets are off."

"If he ever approaches you," Scott added, "I will happily help you kick his ass."

"As much as I hate to admit," I said, "he was right about one thing."

"What?"

"You can't play Saturday."

"I know," Scott muttered. "I just have no idea what Coach is going to say."

"Another person on my Shit List," I sneered.

Scott snorted over the receiver. "I will not stand in the way if you want to say a few choice words to him."

"I'll let you deal with Coach yourself," I laughed. "I know my dad won't be happy if I get suspended again."

I reluctantly let Scott go and wished him luck on his little meeting with Coach. After the phone went dead, I stood there for a few moments, unsure of what to do next. My friend was being threatened and I had no way of defending him. Despite being incredibly awkward, I had always been able to hold my own. If anyone ever tried to go after Scott, I could make them back down in record time. He would do the same for me, except he used his fists a lot more. Now there was Derek Hale, big scary werewolf, who most assuredly wouldn't take my bullshit. Unless I proved myself. Derek probably thought I was a fragile little human girl who was in way over her head, but he was wrong. I could take care of myself and Scott no matter what he thought. Even though Scott warned me about it, I would come face to face with Derek Hale and give him what's coming to him. Oh yes, we were going to exchange some words very soon.