HARSHER THAN THE BARK

"Scar…Scar…Scarlett!" Scarlett jumped when she heard someone shout in her ear. Her eyes flew open and she saw Scott standing beside her bed.

"Go away Scott." She mumbled, turning to face away from him and bringing her blankets up around her neck. She stayed like that for a second before her eyes widened and she threw he blankets off of her, getting up and jumping on Scott. "Scott! Holy hell! You-you're alive!"

He jerked back a bit as her hands touched his face, making sure she wasn't just dreaming. She finally accepted that he was real and she hugged him as tightly as she possibly could.

"Yeah, I'm alive. I'm here." He said softly, stroking her hair. They hadn't hugged in a long time and he suddenly felt like a horrible brother. He remembered what she had said last night. Was that true? Did she honestly think he didn't care about her? How could he have ever let her think that? Of course he cared about her. He loved her. She was his sister, his twin…the girl that had always stuck by him and helped him out. As her older brother it was his job to protect her and since Allison came into the picture he seemed to neglect that job. So much so that she thought Derek cared more about her? That was bullshit right there.

"I-I you're…oh my God. I thought you were dead Scott!" He felt her tears on his neck and he wrapped his arms tighter around her small frame.

"But I'm not. I'm all healed and good as new, okay? I promise, I don't plan on dying on you Scar." He said, trying to make her see that he did love her.

"You better not you dumbass." She said, pulling back and wiping her tears. "Where the hell were you all night?"

"Uh…Deaton…not just a vet." He shrugged. "He got the bullet out and patched me up."

"Seriously? I always knew he knew something." Scarlett said with narrowed eyes. She looked up at Scott again when she remembered something. "Where's Derek? Is he okay? Is he hurt?"

Scott frowned at her eagerness to see Derek. He really wasn't fond of this…friendship, they had going on. They barely knew each other. "I don't know. I need to go find him." Scott sighed, letting her out of his grip.

"Scott?" Stiles called, walking up the stairs.

"And Stiles is gonna help…In here!" He shouted back.

"Y-you let Derek be taken?" Scarlett asked, cocking a brow at him.

"I got shot. He ran out into gunfire so I could get away. I didn't let him get taken." Scott countered.

"I swear to God, if he's dead-"

"He's not dead." Scott said as Stiles walked in. Scarlett took a deep breath and she let herself have faith in Scott. Sure, all she could think about was Derek but she didn't want to let them know that so she put on a brave face to conceal her true emotions.

"Stiles, help me find my phone." Scott said, leaving the room and Scarlett.

She quickly got up and made her bed before getting dressed and ready for the day. And what a sucky day it would be if they didn't find Derek soon.

When she was ready she walked into Scott's room where Stiles was sitting on a chair and Scott was tearing the room apart looking for his phone.

"Call it again." Scott said.

"Look, it isn't here." Stiles sighed. Scarlett walked in further and sat on Scott's bed. "So, you lost your phone. Why don't you just get a new one?"

"He can't afford that." Scarlett said at the same time as Scott said "I can't afford that." They gave each other a look before Scott continued his frantic search.

"I can't do this alone. We have to find Derek."

"Well, A, you're not alone…you have me and Scar and B, didn't you say Derek walked into gunfire? He sounds pretty dead to me." Stiles said.

"He's not dead." Scarlett protested, glaring at Stiles.

"Scar's right. The Argent's are just using him to get the Alpha. They're not gonna kill him."

"Well, him getting tortured really isn't any better." Scarlett muttered, sick to her stomach at the thought of Derek being tortured. Especially if it was by Kate. She seemed particularly nasty. Not to mention she hated the fact they had a past together.

"Who cares? Let them do what their plan is. You know, they use Derek to get Peter. Problem solved." Stiles said. To anyone else it would've sounded pretty reasonable but to the McCall twins it sounded like the worst plan ever.

"No way are we doing that." Scarlett snapped.

"Why not?" Stiles questioned.

"Because what do you think they're going to do to Derek once they catch Peter?"

"Well, what does it matter? Then they'll both be dead and we're home free. Killing two birds with one stone and all that."

"So you're completely fine with just letting Derek be slaughtered? After everything he's done to help us…to help Scott?"

"Help us? Scar, the guy's a maniac!"

"No he isn't." Scarlett protested.

"Look, I can't let Peter use Allison to find Derek. I can't protect her on my own so I need Derek's help, ergo we can't let Derek die and we need to find him first." Scott explained, finally interrupting Stiles and Scarlett's bickering. "Just… help me!" He exclaimed, getting frustrated by the fact he couldn't find his phone.

"You probably lost it when you two were fighting. Remember that? When he was trying to kill you? After you interrupted him killing Jackson? Are you starting to see a pattern of violent behaviour here?" Stiles ranted.

"He wasn't going to kill anyone. Why do you find that so hard to believe?" Scarlett asked.

Stiles was about to answer but Scott interrupted him again. "I'm not letting him die."

"Could you at least think about letting him die?" Stiles asked quietly. "For me?" Scarlett rolled her eyes and threw a pillow at his head as hard as she could. "Ah, what the hell?"

"Shh." Scott said, listening intently to something.

"What is it?" Scarlett asked.

"Mom just got home from work." It was silent between the three teens as Scott listened in to Melissa leaving a voicemail.

"Is she okay?" Stiles asked after a while. Scott shook his head and Scarlett began to worry.

"What's she doing Scott?" She asked quietly.

"Crying." He said sadly. Scarlett felt her mood dampen even more. She hated when her mom cried. It was heart breaking to watch or even listen to. She hadn't done it in so long but when she used to, Scarlett would always sit with her and hug her along with Scott until she felt better.

Scott sighed and took a seat next to Scarlett who leaned her head against his shoulder.

"Scott…you can't protect everyone." Stiles said softly.

"I hate to admit it but he's right Scotty." Scarlett agreed.

"I have to." Scott said simply.

The three of them spent the rest of the day searching for Derek but to no avail. Their searching had been completely useless. The hunters, or just Kate rather, had him locked away somewhere only she knew existed.

When they got back home, Scarlett almost had another nervous breakdown. The fact that she didn't know anything about where Derek was or even if he was still living was killing her. She had become so emotionally attached to him and she didn't even care. This constant state of not knowing had made her realise just how much he meant to her. How much she missed him. And that was saying something considering it had only been a day.

She decided upon doing some homework instead of moping around but as she was doing her History report all she could think about was Derek. She wondered if he felt the same way about her. Was he wishing that he could be with her like she was wishing she could be with him? Or was she only telling herself that because it made her feel better? Probably the latter.

With all of her confusing, romantic, thoughts she forgot about her homework and eventually just fell asleep with her head on the desk.

"Scarlett, sweetie." Melissa shook her daughter's sleeping form. She murmured something and shrugged Melissa's hand off. "Come on Scar…you're gonna be late." When that didn't work she got really close to her ear and shouted. "Wake the hell up Scarlett!"

Scarlett jumped and ended up falling out of her chair. She groaned in pain and Melissa laughed, helping her up.

"Why? Why would you do that?" Scarlett asked as she yawned.

"Uh, because you have school in an hour."

Scarlett's eyes widened. She had completely forgotten that she had school. "Crap." She muttered, gathering all of her homework off of the desk and shoving it into her bag.

"Why were you asleep on your desk?" Melissa asked, looking for something to tidy up. She was so used to picking clothes up off of Scott's floor that it had become second nature but there was literally nothing out of place in Scarlett's room. Thank God that she had one tidy child.

"I don't know. I was tired." Scarlett shrugged, heading into the bathroom, leaving Melissa to sigh and shake her head before leaving the room.

"So who are you going to the Formal with?" Scarlett asked Lydia as they sat next to each other at lunch.

"A guy from the team." She answered nonchalantly.

"And this guy doesn't have a name?" Scarlett gave her an incredulous look.

"Why would I need to know his name?" Lydia asked innocently. Scarlett gave her a look and then sighed, picking at her salad.

"Hey." Allison greeted them as she sat down.

"Hi." They replied at the same time.

"What are we talking about?" Allison asked.

"Uh, the Formal. Who's going with whom and all that jazz." Scarlett answered.

"Well, we all know who Allison's going with…" Lydia said, giving Allison a cold look.

"We're going as friends. That's it. You don't have to be jealous." Allison told her.

"I'm not jealous." Lydia replied a little too quickly before moving the spotlight on to Scarlett. "And I expect you'll be bringing your mystery boy…" She said with a smirk.

"What mystery boy?" Allison asked, leaning forward. Scarlett rolled her eyes at both of them.

"Oh my God, there is no boy. How many times do I have to tell you?" She asked, getting a little tired of Lydia's constant questioning. There was no boy. Well, not really…there was always Derek. But they weren't together and he was missing and just, no. He was not some secret boyfriend of hers. Yeah, nobody knew about them having sex and nobody knew that they kissed sometimes but that was for good reason. Scott would completely flip if he ever found out and so would anyone else for that matter considering everyone thought Derek was a murderer.

"Until it isn't true anymore." Lydia said.

"Well if you aren't going with this mystery guy then who are you going with?" Allison questioned with a puzzled look.

Scarlett shrugged. "I'll go by myself. No big deal."

"Oh, no, no, no. No best friend of mine will be going to that dance without a date." Lydia said, sounding offended that Scarlett would even suggest such a thing as going alone. She didn't really care that much. It was just a dance and honestly, she'd much rather stay at home but then Lydia would flip shit even more so and she didn't want to deal with that. A few people had already asked her but she didn't really know any of them so she wasn't too keen on saying yes. Plus, the boys that had asked her were airhead jocks that were too much like Jackson for her liking.

"Well, I am so suck it up." Scarlett shrugged before ditching her food, grabbing her bag and walking out of the cafeteria. She didn't want to have to talk about the Formal or even be in school when Derek was out there probably being tortured in the most horrendous ways possible. She should be looking for him and so should Scott. And when she thought about it, she didn't want to spend time with some random guy. The only person she wanted to go on a date with was Derek and that seemed so completely unrealistic that it was laughable. She and Derek as a couple were just not going to happen and she had to get that through her head before she made herself even more upset.

As the girls walked through Macy's Scarlett noticed that Allison seemed a little distracted.

"What's wrong?" She asked as they stepped onto the escalator. Allison looked at her and sighed.

"Nothing's wrong…I just have a lot on my mind." She shrugged.

"You could smile, at least." Lydia added in. "Ever hear the saying 'never frown: someone could be falling in love with your smile'?"

Allison and Scarlett both let out a small laugh at that. Scarlett thought it was a good saying and she also believed it to be very true.

"Not to mention frowning provokes wrinkles…" Scarlett teased, bumping Allison's shoulder.

"Oh come on. Smile, Allison. I'm buying you a dress." Lydia said cheerily.

"I have to admit as far as apologies go, that's more than I expected." Allison admitted. "But it's not as much as I'm going to ask."

Scarlett and Lydia both gave her confused looks. "What's that supposed to mean?" Lydia asked.

"It means that you're going to cancel on whatever dumb jock you said yes to and you are going to go with someone else."

"Who?" Lydia asked as they got off the escalator.

Allison turned to look at the perfume counter, where Stiles was spraying a random perfume into his face, and she smirked. "Him."

Scarlett laughed and then bit her lip at the look on Lydia's face.

"Oh…don't frown Lydia. Someone could be falling in love with your smile." Scarlett smirked at her before walking off to the dress section with Allison while Lydia went to talk to Stiles.

"You know, that was actually really sweet of you Allison." Scarlett smiled at her as they raked through all the dresses.

"Really?" She asked.

"Yeah. Stiles has been in love with Lydia since the third grade so I know he's gonna be super stoked about going to the dance with her…you played the whole apology card very well."

"I guess it's just natural talent." Allison shrugged, smiling at Scarlett. None of the dresses were really catching Scarlett's eye so she decided that she would go and look at some other ones that were further away.

"Hey, Allison, do you mind if I go check out the dresses over there?" She asked. Allison looked up and nodded.

"Yeah, of course. I'm liking these colours so I'm gonna stay here." Scarlett nodded and walked over to a rack full of blue dresses. She liked blue, it suited her.

She took out a few and made faces at them, pondering whether or not she actually liked them. She could always just try them on…or, she could forget buying a new dress and wear the one she got the other day. The one that Derek liked. Although, it was more casual and she was going to a Formal so…she got rid of that idea. She sighed and looked over the rack to see Allison talking to someone. And when that someone turned around she saw that it was Peter.

"Shit." Scarlett swore, ducking behind the dresses. Why the hell was he there? It was like nowhere was safe for her anymore. She felt a little bad about leaving Allison by herself but she knew that Peter wouldn't kill her. One, because he needed her to help him find Derek apparently and two, because if Stiles was there then she had no doubt in her mind that Scott was there as well. He'd find a way to get Allison out of there.

She peered through the clothing and then she heard an announcement saying that Allison's car was going to get towed. And of course, that must have been Scott's doing. Allison swore and Scarlett watched as she hurried away from Peter, who was left scowling.

Scarlett sighed in relief. So he no longer had a reason to be there and he didn't see her. She could live another day.

"Get off the floor Scarlett. It's dirty." She froze and looked up slowly at Peter's outstretched hand. What a fucking joke.

She fixed him with a cold, hard, glare, ignoring his hand and getting up by herself. "Can I help you?" She asked him rudely.

"You know, you should be a little nicer to me. After all, I could end your life right now." He said with a shrug.

She looked at him incredulously. "You're not gonna kill me here. Not with all of these people around."

He sighed and let his eyes wander while he spoke. "You see Scarlett, you keep calling my bluff and honestly, I was led to believe you were smarter than that…"

"But you are bluffing because if you wanted me dead, I would be dead but here I am…still breathing." She told him boldly.

"I like you." He said, pointing at her causing her to raise an eyebrow.

"Come again?"

"You have a fire about you…you're brave. Braver than you think you are. You'd make an excellent werewolf."

"Still not gonna happen."

"Well, not right now. But maybe sometime in the future…and that's why I'm not going to kill you. I believe that destroying a soul as beautiful as yours would be somewhat of a tragedy." He said charmingly. She was happy that he was letting her live but she didn't like the way he was speaking about everything. It kind of frightened her more than his death threat.

"Okay, so you aren't going to kill me. Any reason you're still here?" She asked, wanting him to leave her alone. He narrowed his eyes and turned away from her to look at the dress rack, pulling out a navy coloured dress that was actually really cute.

"This one." He said, examining it and handing it to her. She took it cautiously but her gaze never left him. "Derek would like it." He smirked.

"How would you know what Derek likes?"

He rolled his eyes at her. "You seem to forget that I am his uncle."

"Yeah, his uncle who's been in a coma…for six years." She added on as an afterthought.

"Oh come on, how much could his taste have changed since then? It's showy. He'd go crazy if he saw you in it." He shrugged.

"Well what a shame that he won't considering, you know, he's been locked up." She said, her mood going even sourer. "How's your search of him going by the way? You know, you being the Alpha and all, I thought you would've have found him by now." She taunted him.

He clenched his jaw and stared her down. "Goodbye Scarlett." He said before disappearing. She shivered and walked off to find Lydia and Allison and buy the dress. Peter may have been a psycho but, he had good taste.

Scarlett admired how good the dress looked on her as she stood in front of her mirror. It was a sleeveless skater dress so it didn't look tight and tacky which was good. It was a little on the shorter side but she didn't mind that much because the heels she bought made her legs look amazing anyway. She guessed Peter was right, it was showy but she liked it.

When she heard a knock on the door she looked away from her reflection and looked at her mom who took in the dress and her hair and makeup before smiling.

"Holy cleavage." Melissa joked, giving the sweetheart neckline a weary look.

"It's not that bad, is it?" Scarlett panicked, looking down and pulling it up as much as she could.

"I'm kidding Scar. You look beautiful…so who's the lucky guy?" She asked, giving her a kiss on the nose.

"Actually, I'm flying solo tonight." Scarlett shrugged, putting in her earrings and making sure every curl of her hair was perfect.

"Really? You as well?" Melissa asked with wide eyes.

"I take it Scott doesn't have a date either?" Melissa shook her head. "Great, well then he can drive."

The two of them left Scarlett's room and walked downstairs where Scott was readjusting his tie. Scarlett walked up to him and pinched his cheek.

"Aw, look at you…all handsome." She cooed. He swatted her hand away and gave her a small glare.

"You, uh, you look nice Scar. Who's your date?" He asked.

"You." She shrugged.

"What?" He asked with wide eyes.

"Chill dumbass. This isn't incest or anything you're just driving me there. I don't have a date." She said simply.

"Picture!" Melissa shouted, making the two of them give her a look.

"Really?" They asked at the same time.

"Really." She smiled, holding the camera up. She took a picture of them for every event they ever went to. The two of them linked arms, like always, and gave their best smiles. Melissa took a couple of pictures before telling them she was done. "Perfect."

Scott grabbed the keys and walked to the door with Scarlett following behind him.

"Have fun you two!" Melissa shouted from the door as they walked out to the car. Scarlett looked back and smiled before getting in the car.

When they got to the school they both jumped out of the car and Scarlett began walking over to where she saw Lydia and Allison but she stopped when Scott started going the other way.

"Scott!" She hissed. "Where the hell are you going?"

"Well, I'm actually not supposed to be here. If Coach catches me…I'm dead." He shrugged.

"Then why are you- Allison." She answered her own question. He gave a sheepish smile and she sighed. "Don't get caught then." She winked and he ran off while she walked over to her friends.

Surprisingly, Jackson was the first one to greet her, not failing to check her out while doing so. "Looking good McCall."

"Hugo Boss?" She asked, referring to his suit. He had always worn a Hugo Boss suit whenever they had a dance.

"Of course." He said simply.

"You look really beautiful Scar." Allison complimented her.

"As do you Allison." She smiled back before she started walking with the two of them. They walked up to Stiles and Lydia.

"Jackson…you look handsome." Lydia said with a small smile. Scarlett could tell it was killing her that Jackson was there with Allison.

"Obviously. It's Hugo Boss." He said before walking off with Allison. Scarlett sighed and turned to Lydia and Stiles.

"I don't care. I don't want compliments. I will not fall prey to society's desire to turn girls into insecure neurotics who pull up their dresses at the first flattering remark." Lydia said to herself.

"Well, I think you look beautiful." Stiles told her, making Scarlett's heart melt a little bit. They were cute together and Lydia was lucky to have someone like Stiles that cared about her. She needed someone like him. He was much better for her than Jackson was.

"You guys look good together." Scarlett said softly, earning small smiles from both of them. Stiles held out his arm for Lydia and she happily took it. Scarlett smiled at their retreating forms. Then the reality that she would actually have to get through the night hit her. She would have to waste her time there while Derek was still out there. Why the hell did this have to happen? She just wanted to know that Derek was alive…was that so much to ask?

After turning down two offers to dance, Scarlett finally decided that she needed a drink. A real drink. She walked over to where Jackson was standing with Danny and Danny's boyfriend and swiftly took the bottle of vodka out of his hands; taking a gulp and letting the alcohol burn her throat.

"Rough night?" Jackson asked, taking the bottle back.

"The roughest." She replied.

"Hey Scarlett do you wanna-"

"No." She cut off the random lacrosse player that was about to ask her to dance.

"It could be fun…" He said, not taking the hint that she didn't want to fucking dance with anyone.

"Get lost man." Danny said to him, picking up on Scarlett's shitty mood.

"Thank you Danny." She said, giving him a small smile.

"No problem." He said, walking away with his boyfriend. Scarlett left them and found Stiles and Lydia sitting at a table.

"How long is this supposed to go on for?" She asked Lydia who shrugged in response. The three of them sat there for a while before they saw Jackson and Allison starting to dance right in front of them.

"Do you wanna dance?" Stiles asked Lydia.

"Pass." She said, looking away.

"You know what, let me try that again." He said, standing up. "Lydia, get up off your cute little ass and dance with me."

Scarlett was a little taken aback by his forwardness but in her head she was applauding him. She didn't know Stiles had it in him.

"Interesting tactic…but I'm gonna stick with no."

"Oh come on Lyds." Scarlett muttered in her ear. "Go dance with him."

"Lydia! Get up, okay? You're gonna dance with me. I don't care that you made out with my best friend for some weird power thing, I don't know. Lydia, I've had a crush on you since the third grade and I know that somewhere inside of that cold…lifeless exterior there's an actual human soul and I'm also pretty sure that I'm the only one who knows how smart you really are. Uh-huh, and that once you're done pretending to be a nitwit you'll eventually go off and write some insane mathematical theorem that wins you the Nobel Prize." Stiles finally finished. Scarlett wiped away the tear that had fallen from her eye…that was so beautiful. Goddamn vodka.

"Field's Medal." Lydia said quietly.

"What?"

She stood up and walked to Stiles. "Nobel Prize isn't a prize for mathematics. The Field's Medal's the one I'll be winning." Scarlett beamed at the sight of them walking off together. She wanted a Stiles, she thought as she leaned her head on her hand. No. She wanted a Derek. She wanted her Derek… Wow, that vodka really was getting to her.

Her head snapped up as she heard Coach shout 'McCall." She watched as he made his way through the sea of students to get to Scott who was running around in the shadows. Scarlett got up and hurried over to where Scott was and she watched from the side lines as he made Danny get up and start dancing with him.

"McCall! You're not sup- what the hell are you…" Coach asked, pointing at Scott as the music stopped playing and the whole gym turned their attention to them. "The hell are you doing?"

"Yes, Coach?" Scott asked, putting his arms around Danny even more. Scarlett bit her lip to stop the laugh that wanted to escape.

"Okay…h-h-hold…" Coach started laughing before he stopped and talked again. "Hold on you can't – I was just saying he's not supposed…I mean, I wasn't saying that he should- and you guys don't think- uh, you-you don't, I was just…dance everybody! Just dance! It's a dance! It's a party!" He started laughing like a mad man again before the band started up again.

Scarlett watched as Jackson stumbled out of the gym and against her better judgement, she followed him. He was drunk and he was going to end up hurting himself or somebody else and it's not like she had anything better to do.

"Hey, Jackson!" She called, hurrying down the steps towards him. He stopped and looked at something in the woods across the road. She looked at him and the looked in the direction of his gaze, seeing a pair of growing red dots that looked very similar to eyes. She kept watching and she didn't realise Jackson was heading over there before he was halfway across the road. "Shit." She swore, running after him. Considering the height of her heels she almost tripped but she managed to keep her balance until she got to him. Then she clung onto his arm, trying to pull him back. "Seriously Jackson, do not go in there!"

It was no use, he shrugged her hand off and walked in. "I know you're here! Come on!" He shouted, falling to his knees. Scarlett rolled her eyes and helped him get back up.

"Jackson, you don't know what you're doing. Please just come back to the school." She didn't know why she was risking her life for him but she wasn't just going to leave him.

"No, this is my chance. I-I wanna be like you. I wanna be one of you."

Scarlett squinted as the red beams of light came closer and she didn't know whether to be relieved or terrified when she saw that the red light was from Chris Argent's and another hunter's guns. "Fuck." She cursed under her breath.

"Unfortunately Jackson I don't think I can give you what you want." Mr Argent said, walking closer to them both. Scarlett shrank back a bit, trying to swallow back her fear. "But I have a feeling you might be able to help me." He said, looking straight at Scarlett.

Mr Argent helped Jackson get up and Jackson took a step closer to Scarlett.

"Walk with me." The two teens started walking back towards the school with Argent and the other hunter. When they were near the road again he stopped them. "How about you tell me which one of your friends is a werewolf."

Scarlett's eyes widened and she could feel Jackson tense up next to her. "Werewolf?" Scarlett let out a fake laugh. "You honestly believe in-"

"Cut the crap Scarlett. You're supposed to be a smart girl. Why don't you just tell me while I'm asking nicely?"

"You know, I'm getting really sick of people telling me I'm supposed to be smart." She muttered, earning a questioning look from Allison's father. "Look, I have no clue what you're talking about. I don't believe in werewolves. Come on Jackson." She said, gripping his arm and walking forward. She froze when she heard a gun being cocked though.

"How about you tell me or he shoots her?" She heard Mr Argent say behind her. It was the other hunter that was holding a gun to her.

"I-uh," Jackson stammered, eyes locking on the gun that was pointed at the back of Scarlett's head.

"Don't say anything Jackson. He isn't gonna shoot me." She said boldly, hoping that she was right.

"What makes you think I won't?" They guy asked.

"Because, then you'll have murdered a human teenage girl. Doesn't that kind of go against your job of being a werewolf hunter? Not to mention, that Mr Argent would be letting you kill his daughter's best friend. You don't think that's gonna raise a few questions with Allison?" She asked, trying to be smart about everything.

"What's one dead body if it saves the lives of a handful of others?" Argent asked and Jackson watched him tell the other guy to shoot.

"Wait!" Jackson shouted.

"Jackson." Scarlett warned. He was going to tell them about Scott and if he did that then they would all be dead.

Mr Argent told the other guy to lower the gun. "What is it Jackson?"

"It's Scott McCall. He's the one you want." Jackson admitted, immediately feeling like shit but he wasn't just going to let Scarlett get shot in cold blood.

"Thank you Jackson." Mr Argent said. Scarlett clenched her jaw and her fists. He did it. He sold her brother out. She had to find Scott and tell him.

"You-you're not gonna hurt him, are you?" He asked.

"Don't worry about it. We'll handle everything."

"Well, what do we do now?"

"You go back to the dance and you be normal teenagers." Mr Argent shrugged.

Scarlett spun around and glared at him. "You are not laying a finger on my brother." She growled at him.

"Scarlett, you have to understand that you and your friends will be safer when he's gone."

"Bullshit! Scott hasn't hurt anyone. He's a teenage boy. Don't you people have some kind of law against the killing of non-adult werewolves?"

"We're not gonna kill Scott." He said simply before walking away. Scarlett's heart started pounding in her chest and all she could think about was finding Scott and warning him. She made for the school but Jackson stopped her.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"To warn my brother whom, by the way, you've just sold out in case you had forgotten." She said, turning around again.

"Was I just supposed to let you get shot?!" He shouted.

"You were supposed to not betray Scott. Especially when he was the one who saved your life." Scarlett shook her head at him and ran up to the school. Jackson followed behind a lot slower.

Scarlett quite literally shoved people out of her way, shouting for Scott. He was nowhere to be found and she was getting frustrated. Where the hell was he? It's not as if the gym was a big place, he had to be somewhere. Her search started to become frantic and she could feel tears stinging her eyes but she pushed them back. After a few minutes of not being able to find Scott, she realised that Allison wasn't there either. Holy shit. Did he really have to run off with the daughter of the man who wanted him dead or whatever?

She ran out of the gym and bumped into Stiles who was running in the opposite direction. They both stopped and looked at each other.

"Where are you going?" She asked breathlessly.

"To find Lydia." He said. "Come with me!"

"I can't! I need to find Scott." She replied. Stiles took a breath before nodding and continuing to run out the front entrance of the school while Scarlett ran out the back.

"Scott!" She shouted as she pushed the doors open. "Shit!" Scott was jumping from one of the buses and there were two cars facing each other between the two buses. She watched as Scott started running away from the school and into the woods and she kicked off her heels, running after him as fast as she could. Thank the fucking lord for the years that she did track.