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"Wait, hold on'" Lydia interjects while crossing her legs in a dramatic fashion.

She brings up a point. "Before anything starts, there has to be rules or this is going to be stupid real fast."

The others weigh what she was referring to and seem to agree.

Stiles ponders, smiles, and snaps his fingers, "I got it! So this little game of ours doesn't go on forever, we can't use characteristics. Like... 'Stiles is annoying'-"

Isaac asks," How about if everyone agr -"

Stiles cuts him off, "Even if everyone thinks so! Gosh, Isaac, I'm hurt!" Stiles mutters quietly, "You're supposed to be the nice one."

Isaac looks away, sheepishly. Stiles gives him a dejected look before continuing on with his explanation with the same enthusiasm as before, "Anyways, before I was rudely interrupted by a very mean comment. It has to be a fact. We'll first say the person in the hot seat's name and go on from there."

Stiles then walks into the center of the crescent and grabs an empty pizza box laying in the pile they had created.

"Whoever has the pizza box is the person we have to describe."

He passes the greasy box to Scott, and the game begins.

There was a long silence in the room. The only sounds that could be heard were Derek's breathing and Scott's awkward fumbling with the pizza box in his hands.

The cardboard of the box squeaks as Boyd coughs loudly and states, "Scott McCall." Erica feeds off of Boyd's energy and says, "He use to have asthma." Everyone then started to pitch in their own knowledge about Scott.

Lydia contributed that his mom's name is Melissa and a nurse. Jackson supplies that Scott's parents are divorced. Stiles states the obvious and says he's a werewolf in a relationship with Allison, who is a Hunter. Isaac says that Scott plays lacrosse and was really bad at it before he was a werewolf. Derek is the last to say that he works at the vet.

Stiles looks around the room and no one else contributes any other information about Scott.

Stiles precedes to nudge Scott with his shoulder to signal him to pass the pizza box onto Allison. Before anyone can comment after Allison has the box, Erica says candidly, "Allison Argent. Huntress, bitch." Someone is still a little sore from being shot with arrows. Multiple times. Allison squints her eyes and refuses to look at Erica. Scott interrupts the tension and says with forced enthusiasm, "…is very good with a bow!" Her parents are Chris, who sells weapons to authorities, and Victoria, who was their school principle. Everyone seems to get the vibe to not to mention Gerard or Kate. No need for anyone to open that can of worms. She moves around a lot and has family in Washington. She's dating Scott, and everyone quiets down again. Allison takes the cue and passes the box to Lydia.

Lydia Martin. She's really smart, "Dudes, like really, really smart," and has the highest GPA in the school. Her parents are divorced. She wants to win an award for her achievements in math in the future and knows how to translate Latin. She's dating Jackson. She has a dog named Prada and, "…drugs everybody and reanimates my dead uncle." Thanks, Derek. This is supposed to be bonding not prodding.

Lydia uncrosses her legs and switches her position. She stands up, walks over to the raggedy arm chair, and glares at Derek. Before anyone else can contribute to the game on "Who Knows Lydia?" she passes, forcefully pushes, the pizza box to Derek and bluntly states, "Derek Hale. He has a creepy uncle named Peter, and his rather large family died in a fire." Ouch, remember not to piss off Lydia. Derek exhales slowly out of his nose and lays the pizza box on his lap.

He used to be in New York before he came to Beacon Hills and had a sister named Laura. He wears leather. "What? I think we can all come to an understanding that that is like hundred percent true and needs to be noted." He owns a black Camero, is the Alpha, and a born werewolf. His apartment is on the other side of town. He used to go to Beacon Hills High and play baseball. Derek got accused for murder twice, and Stiles earned a glare for that one. He knows how to fix up a house and actually make it look decent, regardless of the extent of damage done to the frame and the building. He's twenty two, and he use to have blue werewolf eyes before he became the Alpha. He owns a part of the Beacon Hills forest where the Hale house resides. The pack adds a few more comments before they quiet down, again.

Derek, a bit irked about the packs knowledge on him, tosses the pizza box left to Stiles. Stiles fumbles with the pizza box and drops it. He skittishly picks it up and sits back down on the stool.

Jackson grunts out, "Stiles Stilinski."

Scott gawkily states, "Dude, that's not his name."

Perhaps the game got a little awkward.

Erica stares at Stiles. "What? Bullshit. We've been calling you that ever since pre-k."

Isaac's eyebrows lower, casting him a pensive look. "Then, what the hell is his name then, Scott?"

Scott shuffles his knees together and looks at Stile, "…He never told me."

Stiles feels like the worst best friend, ever, but, he had his reasons. It was to protect him and his dad, even if the chances of them finding him were slim, there was always a chance.

Stiles places his hand on Scott's shoulder. "Bro, I didn't even know you knew that my name wasn't 'Stiles'. Also, I don't tell anyone my birth name cause' I don't go by it here."

Lydia looks at him a bit too closely. "What do you mean by 'here' exactly?"

Shit. Stiles thought of an excuse, fast. "Uhh…When I mean by 'here' I mean Beacon Hills, and, uh, 'not here' my relatives?"

"Are you asking us?"

"No! It's just…they're the only ones who can pronounce it, and it gets old pretty fast when someone tries to say your name, like, a thousand times and keeps on getting it wrong. Just, umm, disregard my name and continue playing guys! Gosh, are you guys opting out or something?"

Erica grins. "Never."

Stiles' father is the Sheriff. He's second string on the Lacrosse team. His mother passed away. He's best friends with Scott and owns a blue jeep.

A second passes.

"...um he's also human?" Allison ends awkwardly.

Silence.

Isaac looks at Derek and then to Stiles and quips to the rest of the pack, "So...we know more about Derek, the guy who doesn't talk much, then Stiles, the guy who can't keep his mouth shut?"