Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf

Summary: Scott gets bitten luckily he has his best friends Stiles and Allison to help him through it. A different take on Teen Wolf season one including Malia as well. Scalison and Stalia

A.N: Hey there, yes, I know this took me ages and I am sorry about it. I had too much school and work stuff going on. I wrote that there will only be 2 chapters left but this one already has over 13 500 words so I decided to make maybe one or two more from the events of season one and then continue with some events of season two. God, have mercy.

Oh, and this might sound super lame. I was planning to do this before but well stuff happened.

This chapter is like a very super late mini birthday gift dedication to nogitsunescoyote. I'm pretty sure you are like a number one fan of this story. Again happy birthday 3 3 3

Oh and as always everyone thank you for the support and still reading this story. Reviews are welcome too, but just knowing you still take time to read this story is enough.

Anyway, enjoy :3

Chapter Sixteen: Plans in Motion

Isaac stopped in front of McCall's house. He pulled his backpack a bit closer. His shoulder was still a bit sore. Did he think it was a good idea? Definitely not, but he was already here so he might as well get through with it.

He knocked and nervously stepped from one foot to another waiting for them to open. It was a while before someone finally did, 'Hey, you must be Isaac.'

He looked up tensing a bit as he recognized Mrs. McCall. It had been a while since he had gone to the hospital, but when he was younger he went there a lot, and he remembered her. She was never his nurse, but he remembered her.

'Scott is upstairs getting ready. Come on in,' said the woman cheerfully and stepped aside with a warm smile on her face. Scott looked a lot like her by Isaac's opinion. He went into the house. It was years since he was last inside it. He was ten or nine and Scott had a birthday party. It was little after that that everything went to shit honestly.

'You can go upstairs or...'

Just as she was about to finish the door opened again and Stiles and a girl he didn't know walked into the house.

'Oh, hi.'

'Uh, ever heard of knocking?' asked Mrs. McCall a bit annoyed but the boy just shrugged his shoulder, 'We never knock. Scott's still asleep?'

'No, he's upstairs...'

'Cool,' said the boy and rushed passed them up the stairs.

Scott's mom shook her head and looked over at Isaac and Malia, 'You can go upstairs if you want.'

Isaac pulled the backpack closer, 'I rather wait here if it is okay?'

'Sure.'

'What about you?' she turned to Malia who shrugged her shoulders, 'I can wait. Scott's getting dressed.'

They gave her an odd look wondering how could she know as she walked to the living room.

Stiles went into Scott's room, 'Dude, it's not a date you don't have to oversell it.'

Scott was running around in his towel, 'Shut up.'

'No, I get it Isaac is tall and he has this struggling artist look totally your thing,' said Stiles and winked at him.

Scott brought a pair of boxers and pants from his closet, 'Shut up, Stiles.'

'But you know maybe Malia and I could get you some alone time...'

Scott stopped on his way to the bathroom, 'Just Malia? Allison?'

Stiles sat down on his bed, 'She texted me she has a thing, and that she will come later. Don't worry she used the secret signal she was the one texting.' They both remembered how she got taken and the alpha used her phone for almost a whole day before they realized what happened so they thought up a signal to prove it was them texting. After every text they had to write a line from some Marvel movie but one word had to be incorrect. First the first word then the second then the third each new text until they started from the beginning.

Scott nodded and went to the bathroom but Stiles caught the look on his face.

'What's wrong?' he asked and got up.

'Scott,' he went to the door.

'Don't come in, Stiles.'

'Should I come in?'

'No!'

'I'm coming in.'

'Don't come in!'

Malia and Isaac heard a loud crash from upstairs. They shared a look but neither said anything and looked back away before Malia said, 'What's with your arm?'

Isaac stirred and put a hand over it like he was afraid she would touch it, 'Nothing.'

'You're lying.'

'I'm not lying.'

'Yes you are. What's wrong with it? Were you hurt?'

'No. It's nothing. It doesn't hurt.'

'I think it does.'

'It doesn't.'

Stiles sat down on the bed again, 'Sorry, for busting in.'

Scott came out, 'It's fine. It's not the first time you saw me naked.'

'Yeah, unfortunately,' Stiles grimaced before he chuckled, 'So what's up with you?'

Scott shook his head, 'Okay...well something happened last night on the roof.'

Stiles frowned confused, 'What?'

'I...I sort of thought about Allison...but not like not like a friend you know like a girl kind of way?' asked Scott.

When there was silence Scott looked over and found his friend with a funny expression trying really hard not to flat out laugh at him.

'Dude!'

'I'm sorry, but like seriously man?'

'I know it sounds real and totally wrong-'

'The funny thing is not you liking Allison, it's you not knowing you liked her until now. Like seriously?'

Scott's eyes widened, 'Don't stay stuff like that. She's like my sister.'

'Yeah, a sister you get a hardon.'

'Stiles!' said Scott in a high pinch sound.

The other boy rolled his eyes, 'Dude, come on. You had to notice there was this...flirtatious tension between you too.'

'Not true...you flirt with the both of us. Sometimes a bit too much, man,' said Scott and Stiles shot him a look, 'Yeah, but I would never look into your eyes they way you look into Allison's it's like rom com moment before the kiss.'

Scott crossed his arms, 'it's not a big deal...it's just she's the only girl I feel comfortable enough. That's all.'

'What about Malia?'

'Malia's great, but she's not exactly great on the whole human skills. I think I would be more into a girl who knew what was going on.'

'Shove a sock in it, Malia is-'

'The hell are you doing?! Let go of me!' they suddenly heard. They shared a quick look and rushed to the living room where they found Malia and Isaac struggling as werecoyote girl tried to pull off his shirt. Stiles did a double take while Scott looked at him, 'See what I mean?'

He quickly then rushed to the poor boy's rescue and covered him from Malia, 'Now, now, we don't strip people who don't want to.'

'But he's hurt.'

'It's a stretch from lacrosse,' said Isaac pulling the shirt even lower as if he was afraid Malia would go after it again.

'Lair,' said the girl and pointed at him, 'Someone hurt you.'

'I...I need to go,' he went to leave.

Stiles who wasn't sure what was going on rushed to the door and put himself against it, 'I'm not sure what's going on, but just relax, okay?'

'Stiles's is right, we all need to breath,' said Scott as he carefully approached Isaac, 'I'm sorry about Malia. She's a bit like an action hero character.'

The girl crossed her arms. She looked upset and worried at the same time.

'No one will force you to strip, okay?' said Scott with a small smile, 'We can just study. I promise Malia will behave,' he looked over at her and raised his brows.

The girl gave him a look which made Stiles chuckle. She looked like a whiny child who was denied ice cream. Scott didn't look away and Malia rolled her eyes and nodded went to sit on the couch, 'I won't mention to arm again. I promise.' Malia never broke a promise.

Isaac looked from her to Stiles to Scott again. He looked like he still wasn't convinced for a long time before he put his backpack down again and started to pull out his books.

They all sat down around Scott's living room and started. He texted Allison to let her know they would start without her. His head was full of questions, fantasies and theories but they needed to be pushed aside. School was the most important right now.

Allison swallowed hard as she followed Kate into the woods Saturday morning. Her phone buzzed again. She went to pick it up but Kate was by her side in a second and pulled the phone away from her to see.

'Hmmm, Scott again. Must be a really great guy if you're so into him. What kind of kisser is he like?' asked the woman teasingly.

Allison looked away and put the phone into her pocket again, 'Just shut up and walk.'

'Oh come on, Ally. I thought we could be friends. I thought I would be a cool aunt.'

Allison bit into her tongue not to speak.

They were walking for what felt like hours to an old hunt in the cave in the woods. Allison stopped in front of it, 'What's inside the cave, Kate?'

Her aunt flipped her hair, 'Come on Ally, don't chicken on me now.'

The teen watched the dark inside the cave for a moment before she walked inside after her. The rational part of her mind knew that she shouldn't be out here with Kate. She should be with Scott and Stiles and Malia, but the irrational one was filled with images of Kate and her dad killing Scott and Malia.

'What do you want Kate? Just tell me already!'

Kate chuckled and turned on the flashlight, 'Welcome to the only place in the woods the werewolves can't enter.'

Allison looked around, 'What is this place?'

'No one really knows. Ages ago in eighteen century there was a massacre. A whole pack got murder. No one knew if it was hunters or something else,' Kate walked closer to Allison.

'They were just all dead. Children, women, men.'

Allison looked at one of the cave's wall. There was a small hole inside. It was pinch black inside.

'People at the time believed it was the devil who came for them because they were impure. They weren't human. '

She stroke Allison's hair. When she was a little girl she used to do it a lot. It felt like something was inside it watching Allison. It was like it was too dark for her to see, but the other thing could see her well enough.

'Your grandpa made me come here when I first came to Beacon Hills. He chained me there to the wall. He wanted me to feel the atmosphere of the scene.'

Allison listened terrified. She never heard that story. She didn't know much about her grandpa just that he was firm. Not as open and nice as her own dad.

Oddly other times she felt like crying when something like this happened. Now, she felt strong, resistant.

She took a deep breath and stepped away from the wall and the hole.

'Kate, enough with the crap. Tell me what you want!'

She smirked at her, 'I just want some family time, and I want you to tell me all you know about the alpha.'

Allison rolled her eyes, 'I should have known you won't be useful. Read my lips. I don't know anything! If you haven't notice he tried to kill me more than once-'

'And yet never successfully. He has a plan Allison and you and your little friends from the prairie are a part of it.'

Allison frowned at her, 'What do you want, Kate?'

'I want you to help me with a little plan I have or else I will break into Scott house and stab him slowly until he will bleed out for hours and hours...got it?'

Allison swallowed looking at her aunt terrified. 'You're a monster.'

'No, Allison, they are.'

'Now,' she put her hands on her shoulders, 'Let's get to work, shall we?' she winked at her. Allison felt like the blood in her veins froze. The look inside Kate's eyes was the same as she remembered from when she last saw her. Pure insanity.

Allison finally came to Scott's a couple of hours later. She was spent a good of twenty minutes in her car trying to calm down and make sure the others wouldn't know what had happened.

They studied for what felt like hours with only a short break for food and some time to vent. Scott opened the door, and she instantly knew something was off. He was looking at her oddly. She brushed her shoulder, 'Hey, something's wrong?'

Scott shook his head all too quickly. Maybe she wasn't the only one who would be acting weird.

'No, all good. Come in,' he quickly walked inside. Allison followed and closed the door behind her. In the room she found Isaac gathering his stuff and Malia frowning at him while Stiles sat next to her like he was making sure she wouldn't attack him.

Allison looked from one to another confused before she looked at Scott who wasn't fully meeting her gaze. Did she go out of that cave the wrong way and ended up in some parallel universe?

Isaac waved at her shyly goodbye before he walked out Scott escorting him.

Allison walked to Stiles, 'Did something happen?'

'Malia tried to strip Isaac and I saw Scott's junk,' said Stiles.

Allison blinked at him. And here she thought she had the weirdest day.

She sat down.

'What about you?' asked Malia finally easing the frown now that Isaac was gone.

'Not much, hunting thing with family came up,' she said. The key to lying to someone who could hear every beat of your heartbeat was to give information which was as truer as possible.

'What did you do?'

'Went to some cave in the woods and talk about some history events,' she said and looked at Malia, 'What about you? I know Isaac is all tall and artistic-'

'That's what I said!' called Stiles and they highfived.

Malia shook her head, 'He was lying about his arm and side. He was hurt by someone. Badly. Someone hurt him. I don't know why he couldn't say something!' the werecoyote threw her head against the couch. She looked pissed.

Allison and the boys shared a look.

'Sometimes people who get hurt repeatedly can't voice what is happening to them either because they are scared it would be worse or because they know their abuser,' said Stiles.

Malia sat up, 'So it's someone he knows?! Like his dad or someone?!'

Scott frowned, 'Do you think it could be him? Was there ever a report?'

'Like my dad would let a kid stay in a house if there was any signs of abuse,' replied Stiles, 'he was so defensive because it had to happen often.'

Stiles looked at him and mumbled, 'Okay, I will tell my dad.'

He picked up his phone, when Allison's started to beep unstoppably.

'Who's that?' asked Scott.

She looked at the texted messages which made no sense.

'I don't know,' she said, 'The number is calling me.'

'Why do I feel like this is a part from a horror movie?'

'Maybe because you're friends with werecreatures?' asked Malia and Stiles smirked, 'Look at you growing a funny bone.'

'Hello?' asked Allison as she picked up fearing it would be Kate.

'Where are you right now?'

'Who-Lydia?' she rolled her eyes and Scott crossed his arms, 'Definitely a scene from a horror movie.'

'Stop whatever you are doing? We have a special formal meeting tonight. Our band cancelled and the school refused our budget. We need all hands on deck.'

'How is it that she is so annoying?' asked Scott.

Allison groaned, 'Look, Lydia I really don't have time for -'

'Are you at Scott's?' asked the girl cutting her off.

'I-'

'Is Malia there too? Okay, I will come pick you up in half an hour be ready.'

Allison looked at Malia who looked confused.

The call ended and Allison looked at her phone as if it was a device from hell, 'I think we're about to be kidnapped.'

'Can't we just leave?' asked Scott upset, 'We promised to spent the day together. We already missed it by studying and you weren't even here.'

Allison put the phone away, 'We are not going anywhere. Not with Lydia not because of Lydia. We are staying here and there is nothing that strawberry troll can do about it!'

Half an hour later Allison and Malia were stepping out of Lydia's fancy car parked in front of the school.

Lydia stopped as the two pulled out bags and boxes out of the truck.

Allison was mumbling curses as she couldn't believe how she ended up actually going through with it. What was it that made people do what others wanted? Why were some people so good in manipulating and barking orders and people just followed and accepted them. Allison liked to think of herself as pretty unmanipulative and yet here she was helping Lydia of all the people. Sure, it was because of the party she didn't even ask for but got. She felt bad about now helping her out. Damn her for being a goodie goodie.

Malia looked over at the strawberry blonde who was silently staring at the school. She put a bag over her shoulder and walked closer to her, 'Are you okay?'

Lydia smiled at her but the smile didn't reach her eyes, 'Fine. Just…no one likes going to school on a Saturday even if it is because of the formal.'

Malia watched her body language and sniffed her a bit. She realized she understood what Lydia was going through. She also felt uneasy whenever she was inside a car or on the place they had a crash. Lydia was uneasy about going to school when no one was there because of what happened when they were chased by the alpha.

Allison closed the door on the car and started to walk when she noticed Malia's hand carefully brushing Lydia's back. She was confused until she noticed where the girl was looking at school. Malia maybe didn't know much about human world, but she knew about how to confront the hurting and wounded.

They walked into the school. She could feel the daggers and cold stares girls like Kim sent her away and they saw her and Malia there. She seriously didn't understand how Lydia did it. They put the things into the storage unit and started in one of the class rooms.

Malia looked bored half the time not knowing why was decorations and picking a band important while Allison made a game out of disagreeing with anything the other girls had said.

'Why are we here?'

'To be Lydia's seconds,' said Allison annoyed.

'Seconds?'

'Like in the movie Mean Girls that we watched.'

Malia made an understanding face, 'Oh.'

'I still think we should be home or with Stiles and Scott.'

Allison nodded, 'Me too.'

'Shush,' one of the other girls in the school said and the two shot her a glare.

Allison stood up, 'I need to go to the bathroom.'

She saw the betrayed look on Malia's face as she was leaving her but she needed a break from all the nonsense. She walked through the empty hallways. It was so weird when the school was empty in daylight. She stopped by the hall of fame not sure why. She looked at the boys from the previous years during their championship. They all looked so happy. They still had a couple of games ahead of them, but she was sure that with Scott they will make it to the finales. Scott didn't want many things in his life. He claimed he wasn't smart enough for good school. He liked hanging out with them and working for Deaton. As long as he had that it was good enough. Joining the team and making first line was something he actually wanted. Allison hoped she would see him in a photo one day happy.

Allison was about to walk away when she got startled by a man standing next to her, 'Ah, sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.'

She put her hand against her chest. It was man in a leather jacket smiling down at her. He was actually good looking for an old guy and was calmly smiling at her, 'Are you okay?'

She nodded chuckling nervously trying to calm herself, 'Yeah, sorry. I just got freaked out for a moment.'

He nodded, 'I'm sorry, and I'm also sorry about what I'm about to do, Allison.'

Allison blinked, 'Do I know you?'

He shrugged his shoulders, 'We haven't officially met, but yes.'

She opened when mouth to say something when he suddenly grabbed her and spun her around. Her month and half hunter training was nothing compare to his quick reflexes as he spun her around and covered her mouth.

'Shuuuush, this will hurt only for a moment and then you will be all good. I promise. I just want to know what Kate wants from you. Don't move to much.'

She saw him bring out his claws. She tried to break free but it was like his grip was made out of iron. Then she didn't see his hand anymore, but she felt the terrible cold feeling and pain on the back of her neck.

'See I knew it would be fun,' said Lydia as all the girls ended up on a dinner on a milkshake close by the school. All the girls looked pleased with what they accomplished till that moment.

Allison nearly choked, 'Are you insane? Arguing with you and your friends about bands and decorations is not my idea of a fun Saturday.'

'Well, we can do something else today. What would you like bowling again?'

'As appealing as that sounds I want I got plans.'

'Okay, Malia?' asked Lydia sweetly as the girl drank the milkshake from the straw, 'Want to do something fun today.

'I can't we're celebrating Allison's birthday today,' she said and got kicked under the table.

'What about the party?' asked the girl next to them who heard them, 'Is your birthday that special you celebrate all weekend.'

'Kim you celebrate the whole week, so you're the one to talk,' said another girl earning a glare.

Allison shrugged her shoulders, 'It's tradition to spend it with Scott and Stiles and now Malia. Plus I have to go to dinner with my parents too.'

Lydia nodded, 'Makes sense. You would want to be with the people you love and are closest to on your special day.'

She looked at Allison and raised one brow. The girl felt like this was the moment she should have asked Lydia to join her, and because she was such a sweetheart she might just as well do it but she purposely pushed the polite invitation into the back of her mouth. No way, she was inviting Lydia Martin and possibly Jackson Whittemore to join them.

NO WAY.

Lydia drove them to Allison's house afterwards.

Allison and Malia finally came to Allison's house.

'Hey girls,' called Mrs. Argent, 'How was study season?'

Allison rolled her eyes, 'It was okay, but Lydia hijacked us to help her with the formal committee. It was endless.'

'Oh, I used to hate those things in school. The popular girls always made it look so tacky and pink, but we still had fun with our friends.'

Allison smiled at her, 'Yeah, let's hope we will have fun too.'

'We should go buying dresses then,' said Victoria as she walked with the girls upstairs. She was looking at Malia so the girl nodded even though she was not sure why would they need to buy dresses.

They walked into Allison's room and Malia went to sit on the bed, 'So are you excited?'

Allison made a grimace and we to dig through her closet, 'I would be more excited if one of you losers told me where were you kidnapping me,' said the raven haired girl.

Malia grinned in a goofy way, 'That's the fun in it. This way. You get to be surprised.'

Allison rolled her eyes, 'I have enough surprises for a while now.'

Malia frowned a bit, 'Why is your room sticking so much of perfume?'

The other girl pulled out a pair of sweat pants, 'I spilled the bottle.'

It was technically truth. Allison really did spill the bottle of perfume before she used half of it to cover Kate's scent if Malia or Scott decided to drop by. Apparently it was a good idea.

She started to change her clothes. She was right sticking as much to truth as possible was the only way to lie to Scott and Malia.

Once she was dressed she looked at Malia who was bored lying on the bed, 'I have a weird feeling.'

Allison pulled her hair into a ponytail, 'Like you might be sick?'

Malia shook her head, 'No, just like something is about to happen. Not sure, but it's not good.'

'Okay, all dressed, let's do this,' said Allison, 'I hope it won't be some geek con cause I will strangle Stiles.'

Malia jumped up, 'I think this will be more fun for you.'

Hours later they were all sweaty and breathing hard in the woods.

Allison pulled down the helmet laughing so hard her stomach hurt at how ridiculous Scott and Malia looked lying on the ground covered in red paintball paint.

'This is freaking awesome. You guys nailed it with this gift.' They spent the best five hours running around like maniacs in the woods with paintball gun shooting at each other. Of course because Stiles played so many video games and Allison was a natural they were crushing Scott and Malia, but it was the best spent day ever. She felt so careless and honestly amazing. She looked at the others they looked just as happy as her. Friendships were beyond explain like that friends were people who were sad when you were sad and happy when you were happy. It made the experience even more happier when you were with your friends and all of you were having a good time. Having friends, people who you connect with to the complete end of who you are, is a family Allison cannot explain, but it is the best feeling in the world.

'See team human is the best,' said Stiles catching his breath. They fivehighed and Allison hugged him around the shoulders doing a victory dance as Scott and Malia got up. Scott was frowning feeling the defeat until he saw how happy Allison looked. When she smiled it was like the whole world lightened up.

Last night he dreamed of that first day he met Allison. He remembered the crushing pain of not being able to breathe like someone was sitting on his chest and then a girls face telling him something. Later when he was all well in the nurse office everyone was saying and Allison this and Allison that, and all he was thinking was Allison who? Funny, now she was one of the most important person in his world.

He sensed something and looked over at Malia who was staring at him with a soft smile on her face.

He shot her a look which said not one word.

Later when Alliosn and Stiles were standing by the clerk to order food Malia turned to Scott. Stiles told her that she shouldn't get into it, but she couldn't help it. It was ridiculous how much the two lusted for each other and didn't act upon it.

'How come you didn't tell Allison about how you feel?'

'How do I feel?' he asked nervously. Malia pulled her leg up on the seat and raised her brows, 'Scott. Seriously?'

'Stiles is bad influence,' mumbled the beta.

'For all of us, now come on!'

He looked at Allison and Stiles if they weren't listening and shook his head, 'I can't just say...hey I have these weird feelings and I know you do too cause you smell like sex...'

Malia chuckled.

'Shut up, they will hear you.'

'Just talk to her.'

'It's not like that and besides why are you giving me pep talk about this when you and Stiles-'

'Stiles loves Lydia,' said Malia as a matter of fact.

Scott opened and closed his mouth. He didn't know how to argue with that, so he sighed, 'Look about Lydia it's...it's not what you think. It's not real...like real real.'

'But love is love, always,' said Malia and looked up, 'I picked that up from my parents.'

Scott watched her for a moment before he put his hand around her shoulders, 'It will end up well. I know it well...'

Malia shook her head, 'I don't even know what I feel...do you? I can't tell what it means...if it's love or just...caring. Can you tell?'

Scott watched her for a moment before Stiles and Allison came with the food. Honestly? Not really.

Stiles started to dug into his burger when he noticed the back of Allison's neck.

'Hey, did Malia scratch you with the gun when she fell through you?' he asked and put a hand on her shoulder as he examined the wound. It was like three holes on her back.

Allison frowned, 'I didn't feel anything.'

Malia and Scott tried to look at her, 'Sorry, I tried to avoid you.'

Allison shook her head, 'It's nothing. I didn't even feel it.'

She assumed it must have been the adrenalin.

They ended up having a movie night later watching all the predator movies and Scary Movies. They ended up sleeping in Allison's living room for the guests and then on Sunday had dinner with all over parents. Even Stiles's dad managed to have time to come. During dinner Scott and Stiles agreed that he would talk about Isaac with him and Scott would talk about it with Isaac.

Scott was tense like seriously tense and nervous. He wanted to go to class and get it over it, when he suddenly felt something weird. Allison and Stiles continued to walk when he smelled it. It was like blood and metal and it was like suddenly something was off. Seriously off.

Allison and Stiles continued to walk, but he...

It was like the whole world moved slower kinda like when he was playing lacrosse and he had all the time in the world to catch the shot.

His eyes landed on a blonde haired girl who was standing by a locker. He could her hear raspy breathing.

'...help.'

He rushed to her just as he started to faint. He managed to catch her just as some girl yelped. The girl was trembling. She was having some sort of sezure.

Scott felt the adrenaline kick in.

'Put her on the side. Don't let her choke or bite her tongue,' said someone.

'Don't! Check her wrist. People have metal bracelets or key tag,' said Stiles suddenly and Allison threw out the items inside her back.

She found the keys.

'Don't put anything into her mouth,' she said and stopped someone with a spoon.

'Call 911 and the nurse!' she shouted.

'Oh my God, she peed herself,' said someone else in the crowd.

Allison looked up only to find someone was filming it with their phone. She pushed the boy away, 'Knock it off!'

The nurse came and then the ambulance taking care of the poor blonde. It was very frightening. Everyone was allowed to calm down in the gym for two hours before they had to return to their classes.

It made Scott want to puke even more than before from the test. He didn't know Erica that much. She went to kindergarten and middle school with him, but apart from knowing her in passing they never spoke. They weren't friends. He had to sit in the gym listening to others gossip about how she peeked herself. He found it disgusting.

'It gets worse,' said Stiles as he showed him his phone, 'That asshole posted it on the web.'

Allison looked furious as she stood up and walked to Jake one of Jackson's friends. They were all sitting on the bench laughing about it. She walked up to him, 'You're a real dick you know that. Delete now.'

'Jesus, you need to get laid, Argent. If you weren't so uptight, I would tap that.'

She shook her head, 'You're a real pig.'

Scott was by her side in a matter of moment. He grabbed Jake's phone and crushed it in his bare hand startling the boys, 'Put it down now. Or it will be your wrist next time.'

The boy opened his mouth to complain about the phone, but the furious look on Scott's face made him swallow hard and look away.

Scott threw the phone on the ground and he and Allison walked away.

'I had it han-'

'I know, but no one calls says that about you,' he said and put his hand protectively and a bit possessively on her back.

Two hours later Scott was playing with his pen which was drumming against the desk. He had to focus on his chemistry test now. He had to go it right. In his mind he went over the formulas for the reactions. He went over them in the bathroom while he was brushing his teeth and while Stiles drove him to school. Allison thought up a fun way to memorize them, but he was too stressed to continue thinking about them.

He knew that if he failed today, he would end up off the team. He had to get a better grade than D-. No problem, just a whole lot of stress of failing Chemistry since he could remember.

Mr. Harris started to pass them papers. His pen stopped drumming but he felt his leg might start. He was sweating. Weren't other people sweating too?

He looked over at Allison one last time. It was a good thing he kept his mind on Chemistry cause it help him tune out unwanted thoughts about what he might feel for her.

He looked back down at his text. He got this. No problem. He got this.

Harris signalled for them to start and he opened the sheet. Okay, not problem.

I got this.

After the test they dragged Scott out of the room, 'Oh, my God. I fucked up. I fucked up so bad.'

Stiles rolled his eyes, 'Dude, if you fucked up it's cause I told you to go to sleep last night. How long you stayed up?'

'All night,' said Scott still panicked.

Allison and Stiles shared a look, 'You should have rested, idiot.'

The whole day was marked with Scott nervous flinches and jerks wondering if he got enough answers right for D + at least.

'Jesus,' he looked down at his hands, 'What if I really really fucked up bad!'

'McCall!' called coach, 'Get your ass here!' he shouted through the whole cafeteria.

Scott started to shake, 'He looks pissed. He looks seriously pissed. I fucked up and now I'm off the team.'

He stood up and walked to the coach forgetting all his things. Allison and Stiles watched him disappear out form the room.

Coach led him to the principal's office where Harris and Principal were already waiting for him. Neither looked too happy about something. Weird. Why weren't just Harris and coach dealing with him?

The principal pointed at the chair in front of him, 'Please sit down, Mr. McCall.'

He never was to the principal's office before.

He sat down feeling like he might pee himself from the nerves. At least Erica wouldn't be the only one

'Do you know what is the one thing I absolutely do not tolerate?'

Scott frowned confused. Their principal had several mandatory seminars about cheating. Almost every semester.

'Cheating.'

He nodded and pointed at Harris who showed him a test. It had Scott's name on it and it was marked A+.

Scott gripped the test looking at the mark and then at the name.

'Th-that's not my handwriting! This is not my test.'

'Scott-'

'No, I swear. It's not I…I don't know what happened but this is not mine.'

'Oh, really? What is more likely? That someone did a test on A+ and put your name on it or you asked your friend Ms. Argent to get the test from my office on Saturday. Unfortunately for you, she and Mr. Stilinski were smart enough not to get all the answers right.'

'What? No, they wouldn't and I wouldn't. You have to believe me. I didn't take or ask anyone to take any tests. This is a setup! Coach,' he turned to him, 'I swear I studied for the test. I know I wouldn't get a C let alone A+ but I swear I studied not cheat.'

'McCall, this is ridiculous. Who would want to set you up like this?'

'Jackson and Lydia.'

Harris laughed, 'Don't be ridiculous.'

'I swear. If I would even cheat why would I make it so obvious? Allison was only in the school because Lydia asked her to help her with the formal, and Jackson hates my gut.'

Scott couldn't believe it. They wouldn't. They weren't that bad or were they.

'Coach?'

'I'm sorry, Mr. McCall,' said the principal, 'Your mother will come shortly. From this moment you are suspended and off the team and Winter Formal.'

Scott shook his head and looked at the test. This was not happening. No! NO! He studied, he really put himself into it. Why did this happen?

Allison and Stiles were waiting outside the principal's office, 'Do you think he tanked it?' asked Allison holding onto Scott's backpack they took from the cafeteria.

'I doubt they wanted to talk about his extraordinary performance on the test.'

Scott's mom came to view coming from the main entrance.

'Mrs. McCall,' called Allison as she walked toward them, not even realizing it should be weird she was there in the first place. She stopped in front of them her face serious.

'Did you two know? Were you in on it?' asked Melissa.

The teens shared a look.

'In on what?'

The door opened and coach called in Scott's mom.

They watched her disappear behind the door.

'In on what?' repeated Stiles worried. This wasn't just tanking the test.

Scott never felt more ashamed and betrayed as he felt when his mom had to come to school and listen to him being accused of cheating. He continued to defend himself, but it was no use.

They finally managed to walk out as only to find Allison and Stiles sitting by the lockers in front of the room.

'Ms. Agent, please come in,' said the principal, 'I said she had nothing to do with anything. We were framed.'

'Mr. McCall, please,' said the principal raising his hand and closed the door after Allison hesitantly walked inside.

'What's going on?' asked Stiles his eyes wide.

Scott shook his head upset, 'Fucking Jackson and Lydia. They switched my test for a one with A+.'

Stiles raised his brows, 'Yeah, that one's definitely not yours.'

'STILES!'

'Okay, okay, sorry, I...what are you talking about? Explain please,' said Stiles.

Scott sighed, 'After the exam they took my test with results and switch it with some other test. They made all the right and everyone thinks we stole the test so I would stay on the team.'

'Who?'

'Allison. She came with Lydia to the school for the formal. This was all their setup. She got Allison to help with the formal made her come to school. Either got all the answers right or stole the test herself and fucking framed us.'

Stiles was quiet as his mind was processing what Scott was saying, 'No, Lydia wouldn't-'

'Stiles, they're suspending me and now they're probably going to suspend Allison too. We could get expelled.'

Stiles thought about it. He knew Lydia could be...bad. She could be mean to people a bitch even, but this beyond that. This was planned and cruel and vicious. This wasn't like anything he would ever expect her to do. She hurt his friends. No one, not even the hottest girl and smartest girl ever has the right to do that. Not like this.

'She's won't, and neither will you. We're going to prove what they did. Did they fake your handwriting?'

'Yeah, it was too neat. I would never write it that nice. I was so shaking I thought I wouldn't write anything.'

Stiles nodded, 'Okay, we just need to find a way to prove it's Lydia's or Jackson's,' said Stiles.

'How?'

Chris Argent came to the hallway, 'Hi, what's going on? The principal called and said Allison was cheating on a test?' he asked and looked at Scott.

Of course, that was how it looked. It looked like she stole the test answers for Scott so he wouldn't fail.

Scott stepped closer to him, 'We didn't do anything. I swear someone set up to get me off the team.'

Chris nodded and asked him to explain. Scott basically explained the tension between Jackson and him in a nutshell and how Jackson and Lydia must have planned this from the start.

'Can't we just tell the truth that this Lydia girl did it on purpose?' asked Chris after he was done explaining the whole situation. 'Well?'

'No, Lydia made Allison a birthday party,' said Stiles putting everything into pieces, 'She basically told everyone they're friends and everyone will say she would never say or do anything that will hurt Allison,' said Stiles sighed, 'She set us up. They both planned this from the start.'

The door opened Mr. Argent was called inside. He looked down at Scott, 'We'll figure this out. Stick to the truth.'

He walked inside to find Allison sitting with her arms crossed. When she noticed Chris she stood up, 'Daddy. It wasn't us. Lydia-'

'I know Scott already told me. I hear you have weak evidence and are covering up for some wealthy kids,' said Chris with a smile.

The principal looked shocked, 'I understand you're angry Mr. Argent-'

'No, please explain to me why do you think Scott cheated on the test.'

Harris stepped in, 'Scott has had terrible grades from the last few tests there is no way he would get a perfect score and all the answers right.'

Chris smiled at him, 'I'm sensing a bit of a prejudice here. You don't like Scott and Stiles very much.'

He turned to the principal, 'And both Scott and Allison said that they were set up by Lydia and Jackson, but I don't see them waiting outside so...'

The principal shared a look with Harris before Harris stepped in, 'Look, Mr. Argent, Allison, has good grades but she was clearly influenced by Scott to help him steal the answers-'

'Ah, so you consider Allison a smart girl then. Why would a smart girl steal tests when she could help him see her answers? Why wouldn't she make sure he would write just some answers right enough to get a good grade but not to be too suspicious?' he asked and looked around before he looked at the coach, 'Does Jackson hate Scott?'

Coach opened his mouth, he was unsure what to say, 'He uh...he feels threatened sure, but...'

'Enough, Mr. Argent this is not a trail.'

'Good thing you mentioned that because if you suspend Scott and Allison for even one day without a proof I will sue and claim you favourite rich kids and their parents,' said Chris firmly, 'Scott and Allison studied for the test the whole weekend. Make him retake it if you like and you will see he will pass and if he will pass he had no reason to cheat.'

'That's not how it works, Mr. Argent.'

'Another thing. You claim you said Allison took the test when she was here on the meeting of the formal committee as well as ten other kids and again. Did you notice the test answers missing?' asked Chris looking at Harris.

'No.'

'Why would you leave test answers in school on a weekend?'

Harris crossed his arms, 'I don't have to explain anything to you. Your daughter and her boyfriend cheated on a test.'

'You have no evidence.'

'Mr. Harris, Mr. Argent, stop!' called the principal sighing, 'At the moment we don't have enough evidence yes, but it is enough to believe that they did cheat. Scott needs to retake the test if he fails to get an A we have to assume he truly faked the test.'

Allison shook her head. She was going to kill Lydia.

They all walked out of the office.

'They want you to retake the test. Tomorrow,' said Allison as she rushed to Scott hugging him.

Scott looked at her, 'I will never get an A+ I was hoping for a D+. Jesus.'

Chris put his hand on his shoulder, 'Scott, listen to me. We will figure this out. First we need to go home and rest. You will try the test tomorrow, but we need to find a way to prove Jackson or Lydia faked your test.'

'What if they switched it for one of their own?' asked Stiles.

Chris nodded, 'Then one of them would have Scott's grade.'

Coach also came out, 'Scott, I need to tell me the truth, okay? Did you guys cheated?'

'No, coach, I swear. I studied hard to get a better grade and stay on the team, but I didn't cheat I wouldn't.'

'Jackson got a B and Lydia and A+ so unless you studied really hard, they didn't switch their tests for yours.'

Scott shook his head and Stiles added, 'They did something smarter, but they had to switch them. No test was missing. Someone's test got switch and that someone either had a perfect score or cheated and got Scott's grade.'

'We need to know who got what grade, and Scott's going to retake the test. Whatever grade you will get it will help us determinate which student could have switched the tests.'

Scott nodded, 'I don't have a choice.'

Melissa hugged him, 'It's going to be fine. We will figure this out, and I want to talk to those kids.'

'You can't they have it all planed. They know we can't link them to the tests,' said Chris, 'When you described those two I thought they were you average high school bullies.'

Allison sighed, 'So did we.'

They ended up going all home. No one was feeling much to hang out and Scott had to prepare for his next test.

He was too exhausted though. He studied all night last night and for what? Jackson and Lydia made it all worth nothing. He lied down on his bed. This was seriously the worst possible thing which could have happened. He didn't see Jackson or Lydia but he was sure he would hurt them if he did. They pissed him off so much. Allison studied seriously hard and their little scam could really hurt her chances of getting into a good school.

He rolled to his side as his mom came in, 'I made you a sandwich.'

'I'm not hungry.'

'I know,' said his mom and put the place on the nightstand, 'But you should eat, okay?'

He sighed and looked at her, 'I just wanted to stay on the stupid team. I didn't do anything for him to hate me...not like this. Not to do this.'

'Honey, it's not your fault, alright? Jackson is a bully. Bullies take power in hurting people. Don't give up and definitely don't give him the satisfaction of quitting. Tomorrow you are going to write that test again, and we will see what we can do, alright?'

Scott nodded and Melissa hugged him. She hated her son was going through something like this. So much hate to cause such problems. This was seriously like from a teen drama movie.

'It's just Friday night and the whole weekend was awesome. It was just us no bullshit and then everything went to hell because of them. Just like that.'

His mom kissed his forehead and went to leave the room just as Scott's phone got a new message.

'Uh, Isaac wants to talk.'

They all sat down in front of Isaac, 'It was me...well not exactly but...it happened Monday morning. I was getting ready by my locker when Lydia came. She said she will help me and you pass the test. She gave me the answers. Basically forced them to me. I wanted to tell you, but the whole thing with Erica happened and I was stressed and forget and then suddenly Harris was handing us the tests. When I saw how scared you were and how many unfilled answers you had. I took your test before it got to the front and rewrote our names. You got a C by the way.'

Scott chuckled, 'Wau, C sounds goods.'

Isaac looked up, 'What are you going to do? I...I will admit what I did and say that Lydia gave me the answers.'

Chris looked at him, 'I'm afraid it will only look like Scott and you cheated.'

'Then I-I will take the blame...I got you into this mess.'

'You wanted to help,' said Scott, 'I don't want you to be punished for that even if you wanted to cheat. You could have gotten a F if I really failed the test.'

Isaac shrugged his shoulders, 'I felt bad. You helped me out with the studying.'

'But why did you got all the answers right then? Why not get some wrong?' asked Stiles.

'I did or I thought I did. Lydia said some of the answers were wrong just in case. I memorized them and just trusted her. She threw you guys a party I thought she wanted to help you out without you knowing.'

Allison shook her head, 'Yeah, trust me. She fooled all of us.'

Scott looked at Stiles who crossed his arms and nodded, 'Technically. We have a way for me to cheat now and get well...an A.'

Melissa frowned, 'You want to cheat?'

Scott sighed, 'Not cheat cheat just cheat so we won't get expelled. I know this is bad and I promise. We promise,' he put his hand on Isaac shoulder, 'we won't do it again, but now we have to do it so they won't have us kicked out.'

Scott's mom didn't look convicted before she looked at Chris, 'What do you think?'

'I would like to catch Lydia and Jackson with their hands dirty, but right now? I really want our kids to stay in school.'

Melissa looked at each and every one of them, 'This will be the only time.'

'I promise,' said Scott nodding.

Isaac nodded, 'I'll never cheat again I swear.'

Melissa and Chris looked at each and nodded, 'Okay. Just make sure we're there when Harris has to correct the test. I want to see the look on his face.'

Malia walked into Stiles's room, 'Hey.'

He looked up from his notebook. It was the one he put his drawings in.

'Hey.'

She walked up to him, she could sense he was exhausted. He was looking at his drawings of Lydia. She was so beautiful. Malia looked away at Stiles's face, 'Are you okay?'

'My best friends might end up expelled because I was too much of an idiot to notice a setup,' said Stiles annoyed, 'No, M, I'm not.'

The girl put her hand on his shoulder, 'You didn't know.'

'Yeah, well I should have. I...I'm the one who notice stuff like this,' he stood up, 'I never trusted Jackson, but I thought...when Lydia started to ask you guys to hang out with her and the formal. I was sure it was a power move. I knew, okay? I didn't have this delusional fantasies that she was finally showing what a great person she was. I knew that was crap and she had a motive, but I thought it was to get popular people on her team so she could dominate the school.'

He walked to the window, 'This was a full on betrayal. I didn't expect this from her. But I should have. I know better than anyone who she is and what she can do. I basically stalked her for almost eight years or something. I should have know she was a bad person. '

Malia walked closer to him, 'I didn't expect it either, and I can smell people's emotions. I didn't thought Lydia was bad before. I caused my mom's car to crash, but since you're still friends with me. I can't be that bad. '

Stiles turned around, 'You were a kid and you couldn't control it.'

He walked to her and stopped in front of her, 'It was not on purpose at all. Lydia...she did this knowing it will hurt Scott and Allison just so Jackson could be team captain on his own...like what the hell?'

He shook his head before he brushed his head.

Malia pressed her cheek against his, 'It's not our fault. We all got fooled.'

He felt himself calming down pressed against Malia. She knew how to make him feel good. They hugged. It made him feel a bit better. They stood in the middle of the room for a while just letting it all sink in. It was an exhausting day for Stiles. He wanted to go to bed and not come out for a while, but Scott needed him tomorrow. He put Lydia first, in front of his friends, he needed to make things right.

Malia pulled away and smiled at him a bit a piece of hair falling into her face, 'Better?'

'A little bit,' agreed Stiles looking at that piece of hair. It should have been pushed back with the rest and yet he couldn't help but thought it was falling down perfectly.

He put his hand against on the side of her head, 'Thanks, M.'

She chuckled looking at him. They were close again. Why did it always end up with them being so close to each other? It made her feel strange. Something was happening inside her stomach every time they were this close and Stiles was looking at her...like that. It felt like the air around them changed too and she didn't know how to handle it. It made her heart beat wilder like she was expecting something to happen, but she didn't know what yet.

She smiled a bit, 'We should...go to bed?'

Stiles watched her brown eyes. He could draw in them in that moment. He let her go and nodded, 'Yeah, right, sure, let's get ready. Uh, me first or you?' he asked pointing at his bathroom.

'You can go first,' she nodded and he nodded too. Both of them felt awkward.

He quickly rushed there closing the door. He definitely felt weird. He let out a shaky breath remembering she could hear his every word and move. It was nothing, and he was making her feel confused. He was being a dick. He still liked Lydia...even after what she did he still liked her. Damn him.

He pressed his head against the door, 'Idiot.'

Sheriff Stilinski was getting ready to work. He told Stiles last night he would have breakfast with him, but something came up. He wanted to tell him he was sorry. He thought about just sneaking out, but that would be cowardly and he didn't want Stiles to think he was doing it on purpose.

He knocked softly, but there was no answer. Sure, he was supposed to wake up in a few minutes, but sheriff needed to leave now.

He sighed and opened the door, 'Hey, son, I have to…'

Sheriff stopped in the middle of the sentence when he found his sixteen year old son in bed with a girl sleeping tangled in sheets and limbs.

He went inside and shook Stiles awake.

The boy let out a sound like a whining child and opened one eye, 'Dad?'

'You better have some clothes under those sheets,' said the sheriff crossing his arms.

Stiles blinked before his eyes widened in pure horror that he realized he was in bed with Malia.

'Fuck!'

Braeden woke up to the sound of her phone. She went to her temporary home after last night. She had a feeling if she stayed with Derek it would end only one way. Not that she would minded, but the way he tensed up afterwards and just got fast it was all going it might not have been the worse idea. She didn't have the best record in relationships so this would probably be helpful if whatever it was with Derek was going to end up into something more. She hoped it would. The kiss was by far the best one yet. They acted relatively normal since the Friday kiss, but they also gave each other a bit of more space than before. She had patrol through the whole weekend which filled her schedule. It was good distraction though. Derek called her last night. It was almost 1 A.M, but it sounded like he was waiting for her to be home safe and sound before he could go to sleep as well. That was new. She usually had a thing for assholes who acted like they weren't into her that much so she had to make them show interest.

'Hello.'

'Ms. Wood?' asked a male's voice on the other side.

'Yes, who is this?'

'Sheriff Stilinski. Ms. Wood are you aware of Malia's whereabouts?' he asked. Tricky question.

She tried to sound calm, 'I think she is still sleeping in her room why?'

'We'll, she isn't sleeping anymore and not in her room as a matter of fact she is in my kitchen.'

Braeden closed her eyes and brushed her forehead.

Teenager….Jesus.

'I don't know I need to guess what this is all about,' said the huntress.

'If you are guess that I found her and Stiles sleeping in his bed, then no.'

She started to get up, 'I'll be there in twenty minutes.'

'Good, I'll be here.'

She seriously wasn't expecting to get a call like that this morning. She should probably get use to it. She forged documents and made herself Malia's legal guardian. She needed to take care of her or make the illusion she was taking care of her.

She looked around the small apartment she had rented when she came to Beacon Hills. It just had one bed room and a kitchen linked with the living room. She didn't think she needed more plus she spent there almost minimum time since she came. Apparently she had to teenage proof it now.

She got dressed took a gun and opened to door only to find Derek standing behind it with coffee. He looked a bit surprised that she opened the door like that and that she was dressed already.

'Good morning,' he said calmly down. She smirked and took the coffee from him, 'Good morning to you too and thanks.'

She drank a bit before she looked at him. She stood up on her toes a bit and he leaned down. The kiss was brief. Just a small peek kind of like last night when he dropped her off.

'Something happened?' he asked trying to hid the pleasant feeling the kiss awoke in him.

'Apparently he caught Malia in Stiles's room. So I have to go and pick her up to take her home.'

'Here?' he asked looking behind her shoulder at the mini apartment, 'Not much room for a teenager.'

'She lived in a dent. I think we'll manage,' said the woman and closed the door.

'The dent looked bigger.'

'Shut up.'

She drank the coffee as they walked down the stairs, 'Want a ride?'

'It would be nice. I'm guessing we're still on the same page about the other night,' she said pointing at her lips.

He nodded, 'Looks like it.'

'Good, cause you should know I don't kiss guys just for fun,' she said trying to sound serious.

'Ah, so you're all business.'

'Yup, very formal and strict about this stuff,' she nodded and watched as the corner of his lips pulled into a soft smile.

Just like that it made the day better. They got into the car and Derek drove to Stiles's house. Braeden was thinking a bit about what it would be like to have Malia actually live with her. Would she be like Henry a little bit or completely different? She was no stranger to living with other people in a platonic way, but she never lived with a teen who used to be a coyote for the good part of her short life.

They parked outside Stiles's house.

'You ready?'

'No, but then again. I don't this any parent is ready for a conversation like this.'

'Just don't talk about the bees and flowers. That's just a terrible sex talk.'

She smirked, 'Ha. Your parents talked about bees and flowers with you?'

'No, about wolves and packs.'

'Of course,' she rolled her eyes and got out of the car.

'What about yours?'

'My mom handed me a condom and after pill and told me don't bring any sickness or baby home,' she closed the door. Derek raised his brows for a moment and decided there would be time to dig into that. It should have freaked him out not to want to ask, but ever since he came to terms that he wanted her, in his life, his world, he wanted to know all there was about her. Her past, her experience, her habits, and who she was. He wanted to consume all the knowledge he could get about her and keep inside his mind.

He decided to stay in the car earning a pussy from Braeden, but if Sherriff Stilinski was planning a sex talk with Stiles and Malia he rather be called a pussy than have to hear it.

The next morning at 6 A.M they all came to school again. They parents would wait outside since they didn't want to tell how they were about to cheat an A on the test.

It was simple Scott would read his answers out loud enough for Malia, who would be in the next room to hear them and repeat them to Stiles and Allison who would tell her and Scott the right answer. Werewolf hearing in action for beginners.

Harris didn't play around. He made Scott leave all his things outside and actually did a checkup if he didn't have any devices with him. He ever checked his ears for a microphone. Scott was lucky he didn't ask him to fully strip get on his knees and cough and was watching him the whole time during the test. After a few questions he would ask Scott to do another question first just to see what it would do. He purposely asked him to stand up and check him a few more times until the principal told him to stop.

Scott had to whisper the answer claiming he needed to hear how they sounded. It took a bit longer because of Harris's constant interruption, but once he was done he handed the test over. He watched with the principal as Harris quickly went through the test checking the answers. He was partly expecting his Chemistry teacher to correct a few right answers just to screw with him, but he didn't.

Result was an A.

Principal said that Scott must have been distracted from the constant interruptions that it wasn't an A+.

'Mr. McCall, I would like to apologize to you for this. You proved me wrong and I am very sorry you had to go through with this.'

Scott shook his hand. Harris was still glaring at him so he didn't waste time and left. Everyone was already outside and he only managed to nodded before Allison had her arms around his neck hugging him tightly. He could feel her smiling against his neck.

Stiles patted him on the shoulder with Malia by his side and when Allison pulled away his mom came and kissed his forehead. It was a bit embarrassing, but he was too happy to care.

Chris put his hand on his shoulder and nodded, 'Good work, son. Just don't do it next time.'

Scott nodded still feeling too hyped from the whole thing as the principal came out and apologize to everyone again. Stiles knew that Harris knew the truth. He knew they managed to cheat him and the principal, but he couldn't prove it. Not now.

The look he shot Stiles was loud and clear.

You will all pay for this.

He turned to Allison who was shaking his shoulder excited. He forced himself to smile at the girl until his eyes caught the look on Chris Argent's face he could tell the truth as well.

Everyone was had to split after their little victory. Chris and Melissa returned to work. Stiles skipped a bit school to get Malia to Braeden's before he would come back.

Allison and Scott just kept on looking at each other grinning like idiots, 'I'm so glad you didn't get suspended and expelled.'

He took her hand and they walked like that. It didn't feel weird at all in their moment of pure bliss, 'I think you mean we're both glad?'

Scott shook his head, 'I don't have even a close chance in a good school like you do, Allison. You know that.'

She stepped closer, 'Still, I would never let them kick you out. I would freaking kill them first. I am a trained huntress.'

Scott smiled and looked down at their hands. It was all about how people felt. When was caring just caring and when was it love? And would he be brave enough to try and find out. It seemed so simple to just hold hands with her now in the hallway with no students around yet. Just the two of them.

He looked up at her only to find her smiling at him so calmly and happily as always.

He let go of her feeling the moment passed when someone started to walk through the entrance. He knew he didn't care for any girl the way he cared for Allison. Not Tracy or Malia. No one was like Allison. She was like the sun...no she was like moon. There is a sky full of stars and yet it is like they all fade away when she walks into the room.

She nervously tucked her back suddenly, 'Listen, I wanted to talk to you about something...maybe later? After school?'

Scott blinked, 'Is it something bad?'

She made a grimace and laughed nervously, 'No, just something which has been on my mind.'

He frowned. It didn't sound like it was a small thing and given the recent situations he grew anguish.

'Are you sure? I have time now.'

She opened her mouth when suddenly he could sense the change. She wasn't worried anymore at all. She calmly smiled at him her emotions in complete balance and nodded, 'I'm sure. Find me later, okay?'

Her smile was priceless as always.

Lydia putting some books into her locker when Allison closed it on her almost causing her hand to get hit.

'Are you insane?'

'Are you? You and your freaking boyfriend almost got us expelled,' she the tall girl with flames in her eyes, 'I can't believe it. I knew you were a fucking bitch, but this is beyond.'

Lydia swung her hair a bit, 'I don't know what you are talking about. You look upset.'

Allison shook her head, 'You have no idea what's upset.'

She leaned closer to her, 'You better watch your back because I'm not leaving this be. You almost ruined our lives, and I won't let it go just cause your parents are rich or you have a superior complex. You're a bitch and lapdog to an asshole like Jackson Whittemore. You should be ashamed and rot. And here we were thinking you could actually be a decent human being.'

Allison pulled her backpack closer and walked away. She didn't waste time at Lydia's eye roll or whatever she had to say. She walked away. She wasn't even planning to even talk to that freaking traitor, but when she saw her there just standing like nothing happened. Like she didn't almost cause Scott and her to get suspended possibly expelled.

She was so pissed. She wanted to punch her, but she had to be smart about it. She had to be smart about so many things now.

Scott blocked Lydia's way on the way to class, 'How could you do this?'

Lydia barely looked at him, 'I have no idea what you are talking about.'

'No?!' asked Scott and stepped closer. Lydia took a step back, 'I glad to inform you your little stunt didn't work.'

Lydia crossed her arms, 'Again, I have no idea what…'

Scott shook his head, 'I can't believe you and Jackson. I never did anything to you guys. No matter how mean you were to Allison and Stiles. He thought you were a freaking goddess.'

Lydia didn't even flinch.

'You're going to need our help once, Lydia. You will with I don't even know what, but you will need it, and we don't move a muscle for you. We won't care. Got it? We won't help you, and trust me there will be a moment you will need our help.'

Lydia didn't say a word, but for some reason Scott's word shook her to the core. It was like when people know something bad was about to happen before it actually happened.

The girl tried to text Jackson, but his replies were short. She needed to talk to him. She walked late to the class and the only empty seat was behind Stiles. She frowned a bit but sat down. He was looking to the front without a single word. She was half expecting him to have a speech like Allison and Scott, but the boy with the buzz cut who wouldn't shut up any other time was radio silent.

She frowned even more and leaned closer to him, 'What don't you have something to tell me?'

Stiles didn't even flinch when she spoke. Lydia brushed her hair a bit, 'Well, good cause I don't want to hear it.'

She returned to her seat but continued to stare at the back of his head. Nothing. Not once did Stiles turn back to her or try to catch her attention. It was surprisingly annoying as hell. She was usually the one with silent treatment so to have Stiles ignore her like this was…absurd.

She leaned closer again, 'You wouldn't understand it anyway.'

She waited but Stiles didn't say a word. After class Stiles got up and walked to the door. Lydia quickly followed him, 'Well, wait? Aren't you going to talk now or what?'

Stiles just continued to walking without a single word or glace her way.

Lydia remained standing in the hallway with other students walking around. Oddly she remembered Scott's words.

'You're going to need our help once, Lydia. You will with I don't even know what, but you will need it, and we don't move a muscle for you. We won't care. Got it? We won't help you, and trust me there will be a moment you will need our help.'

Stiles came to the lockers room. Scott met him halfway looking slightly better. Stiles put his hand around his neck and shook his a bit, 'Harris's face!'

Scott chuckled and Stiles felt a bit better. It was hard not to talk or shout at Lydia, but if there was something he learned about her through his years of obsession it was that the best way to punish her was to ignore her after she had your full attention.

'Look man, I'm sorry about the whole thing with Malia. I know you guys have this thing where you sleep in the same bed. I can feel your scents mixed,' said Scott as they walked.

The other boy shook his head, 'It's... I mean having my dad give us the sex talk was seven Dante hells, but maybe it isn't a totally bad thing. I'm a bit worried she's going to be too hung up on me. I want her to get to know live not just from my perspective...it will also help with morning boners and jerking off.'

Scott closed his eyes, 'Thanks for the mental image, Stiles.'

'Always, still,' Stiles stopped in front of the locker, 'It got weird over the past couple of days and I would hate for either of us to ruin it somehow just cause we're hormonal teens.'

Scott titled his head, 'Are you sure it's just that you're a horny guy? I never saw you connect with anyone the way you do with Malia.'

Stiles grimaced, 'Yeah, well, because not every girl is like M...I don't want her to think there is something when I don't think there is.'

Scott put his hand against the door, 'Stiles?'

'Yeah, buddy?'

'I can hear you are lying... maybe not just to me,' said the boy with a bit of sympathy before he walked into the lockers room. Stiles was momentary shocked before he quickly followed his best friend. He wanted to argue with him, but he stopped in track as everyone was looking at them.

They walked into the lockers room with people instantly jumping them and patting them on the shoulders and cheering.

'Thank God, you stuck it to that jerk Harris.'

'Yeah, we knew it was bull that you were cheating. Finally someone showed him that he can't act like the king of the school.'

'Freaking nazi.'

They shared a look. Scott talked a bit about what happened, but he didn't want to share too many details while Stiles couldn't see Jackson anywhere.

Danny caught his eyes and nodded to the coach's office.

Stiles blinked and saw Jackson and coach talking about something. Coach looked pissed. Stiles turned to Scott who followed his gaze. They shared a look.

Jackson suddenly walked out of the office hitting the door on his way out against the wall.

Boys made way as he walked clearly pissed off he stood up in front of Scott for the longest of times glaring at him.

Scott glared back.

Coach walked from the office, 'Jackson, I think I told you something.'

The boy looked like he was ready to punch Scott and the other teen was all for it.

Jackson suddenly took a step to the left and whispered something, 'You are fucked McCall. I know everything about you and your little howling on the moon shit. You're not getting away with it.'

He then lifted his hand as if he wanted Scott to shake it.

'Truce?'

Scott widened his eyes but seeing Jackson's smirk and the fact that he knew he was a werewolf he felt like he had no choice. He shook his hand gripping it so hard he almost broke it.

'This is what I want to see my too captains working together to win us the championship!' said Coach with a look on his face like he was going to war with the determination in his face and his fist in the air.

Stiles raised his brows confused.

'That's right. I am making Scott co-captain with Jackson.'

Scott looked at coach surprised and then at Jackson. This was going to be so much worse than how Scott originally thought.

He stepped away from Jackson. This was seriously bad.

Allison and Scott were standing by the boys locker room, 'How could he find out? I never shifted or did anything suspicious before.' Scott texted Allison after practice about how Jackson wanted to talk with them.

Stiles made a grimace, 'That is up for debate, and there could be plenty of ways how he could find out…'

'No, there aren't even if by some way he knew something was out of place with Scott he wouldn't just magically assume it was lycanthropy.'

They shared a look, 'Okay, so what now?'

The door opened revealing Jackson. He walked outside like the king of the world.

'Well, well, if it isn't my favourite Scooby Doo gang. Missing a member?' he asked referring to Malia.

They all frowned at him while Scott grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him closer, 'You're a fucking asshole. You know that?'

'I've been told. So let's talk. I know all about your little werewolf secret so unless you want people to fucking burn you alive like the freak that you are you're going to do something for me,' said the boy with that typical smirk Scott wanted to punch off his face so bad, 'You're gonna get me some.'

Scott blinked, 'Get you some what? Sex?'

Stiles would have chuckled if it wasn't so serious.

'No, you prick. Whatever it is you freaking did to be like this, got it?' asked Jackson frowning.

Scott let go of his shirt, 'Seriously? You call me a freak and want to be like me?'

'Ha, so all those bully commercials are right,' mumbled Allison earning a glare from Jackson.

'I want you to get me whatever it is to be strong like you but no worries I will be better.'

Scott shook his head, 'I can't give that to you and even if I could I freaking wouldn't.'

Jackson smirked, 'I think you will cause if you don't I will tell everyone what you are…I will freaking show them. I will start with the Argents, our friendly neighborhood hunters.'

Allison felt the air caught inside her throat so now she didn't have to worry about Kate but Jackson too. She frowned. What the hell was this? First Kate and the whole cheating thing and now this? She had enough.

'Are you seriously going to try go to my house my dad and talk shit about Scott?' she stepped closer, 'He already hates you. He knows you and Lydia about the cheating. I will tell him, you overheard me talking about the hunter business and want to cause more trouble for Scott. Trust me he won't be too happy about you knowing our secret.'

She stopped in front of him, 'You have no idea what a bunch of hunters can do.'

Jackson frowned your threatening me?'

'No, we all are,' said Stiles, 'My dad is the sheriff and like it or not you are in a bad place with all of our parents and friends. Try telling the Argents something and whatever they will do to you we will find a way to cover it up.'

They all circled Jackson and Stiles had a feeling that if Malia was here the guy would be screwed she would rip his throat with her teeth.

Jackson stormed out leaving the teens with their small victory.

'This isn't good. Jackson is a reckless asshole. He could do anything. Our little stun might not work.'

Allison nodded, 'This could seriously end up badly.'

Isaac walked out of the lockers room. He looked at Scott and nodded at him to come closer. Scott looked at Allison and Stiles and they started to slowly walk to the entrance.

'Again, I'm sorry about everything which happened,' said Isaac as they were out of earshot.

Scott shook his head, 'It's fine. You were trying to help me out. I...thanks...Thanks for coming clean also. It helped our parents too.'

Isaac still looked like a kicked puppy, 'It was not enough. I shouldn't have trusted Lydia and I should have tell you sooner and...'

'Scott, Isaac,' called suddenly sheriff Stilinski behind them. Scott turned around confused for a moment how did sheriff know Isaac's name. He watched the look on the man's face and his chemo signals.

However, it was Isaac who first understood what was happening.

'No...'

Isaac looked at Scott horrified, 'What did you do?'

Scott swallowed hard he forgot he told Stiles to talk to his dad about Isaac's arm, 'I...we just want to help.'

'No, Scott, you shouldn't have gotten involved.'

'Isaac, come here boy,' called his father standing next to the social worker and the sheriff in the hallway.

Scott started feel like he was about to get a panic attack for Isaac. This was not how it was supposed to happen. He wanted to talk with Isaac first but then Erica, and the test...everything just happened too fast.

Isaac's look could be only described as pure betrayal.

'I told you nothing was wrong. I...I thought we were...friends,' he said his voice so small before he walked to his father. He was scared. Scott felt the hair at the back of his neck stand up as he felt Isaac's fear from walking to his father.

The man put his hand on his shoulder. He looked fine. He didn't look like someone who hit his kid, but Scott could see beyond that. He could tell how pissed he was and how much the anger was boiling inside him.

Scott was terrified too. He rushed to them but Sheriff stopped him, 'Calm down, boy, Isaac has to talk with the social worker.'

'Sir, please...'

'Scott, it will be okay, I promise.'

He looked over at Mr. Lahey. He never saw him before and maybe if he did he would have thought he was an ordinary guy, but he could sense everything about him, and he knew he wasn't. Mr. Lahey was a very bad guy.

Next chapter:

'I think I will faint soon...'

'Love is wanting yourself to bleed instead of the person you love.'

'We're going to make it. Just a little bit longer. Just a little bit...further, okay?'

'I'll be back. I promise...'

'Look, I'm sorry, but...we're just friends and I don't think I want to be more.'

'I'm sorry about everything .'

'You promised your wouldn't hurt him! YOU PROMISED!'