"What!" I yelled at Stiles. I didn't want to believe it. There was no way Derek could have killed that girl.

"Yeah, Dad just arrested him." Stiles told me "See, I told you we couldn't trust him."

"Derek isn't the killer," I told him.

"You're wrong, Jas." he argued " I just helped Scott dig up the other half of her body at his house. That does leave much room for questioning"

"I'm not wrong Stiles," I argued back.

"Why do you want to trust him so much?" Stiles questioned.

"I don't know," I told him without looking at him.

"Oh my god!" Stiles examined "You like him!"

"W-What I do not" I stuttered while blushing.

"How many times have you seen him?" Stiles demanded.

"Uh, um a couple of times?" I told him.

"You have to stay away from him!" Stiles yelled.

"No, I don't Stiles" I argued.

"He's dangerous," Stiles insisted, "Besides Derek is way too old for you."

"He is not!" I yelled, "But it's not like I can see him now anyway because some dumbasses got him arrested."

"You better stay away for him, Jasmine" Stiles told me.

"What are you going to do about it?" I challenged.

"I'll tell Dad," he threatened.

"You wouldn't dare," I told him shocked.

"Try me," he said smugly.

"I hate you," I told him.

Later that day, I was getting ready for the lacrosse game. I had been thinking about Derek all day. I didn't know what was going on between us, but it was definitely something, right? But, then there was Jay. I loved him but I mean we were over, and it's not like anything was really happening between Derek and me. I was so confused.

"You ready for the game?" Dad asked me.

"Yeah, let's go," I told him. I was glad for something else to think about.

When we got to the game Stiles was sitting on the bench looking nervous, he was chewing on his lacrosse glove. I was also worried about Scott. I really hoped that the game would go smoothly.

"Hey, kid," Dad said to Stiles.

"Hey," Stiles said without looking up.

"So, you think you'll see any action tonight?"

"Action?" Stiles questioned not meaning playing lacrosse "Maybe."

We made on way over to the stands. I wave at Scott's mom when we sit by her. Lydia and the new girl that Scott liked, Allison, were sitting behind us. Jackson scored the first goal and everyone started to cheer. Scott was staring at the crowd and I looked back and saw Lydia and Allison holding up a sign for Jackson. Ouch. I felt bad for Scott.

"Which one is Scott again?" I heard someone ask Allison.

"Number 11," Lydia told him. "Otherwise known as the only one who hasn't caught a single ball this entire game."

"I hope he's okay," Allison said.

"I hope we're okay. We need to win this. Allison. A little help here?" Lydia said before making Allison help her hold the sign back up. I hoped Scott didn't noticed.

Then Scott started to play incredibly. He got the ball then ran down the entire field and scored a goal. Making the game four to five. We only need one more goal to tie up the game. I jumped up cheering for Scott.

"McCall!" I heard Coach yelling. 'Pass to McCall!"

Scott looked at a player of the other team then the player passed him the ball. That's not good. I hoped he didn't shift. I thought back to Derek's warning. He said that Scott was dangerous when he didn't have control. Scott was running down the field again. This time when he threw the ball, it went through the goalie's stick into the net. The game was tied. We only needed one more!

Scott got the ball again, but this time I could tell something was off.

"You can do it Scott" I heard Allison whisper to herself. I knew Scott heard her. He threw the ball and make the winning score. The whole crowd ran into the field. I was happy that we won but I was worried about Scott. I couldn't see where he went.

"Dad, What's wrong," Stiles asked him. He was on the phone with someone.

Stiles and I were running to the locker room. We had to find Scott and tell him what our dad had told us. Dad had to go to the station so I got to go with Stiles. I ran into Stiles when he stopped running. I look up and saw Scott and Allison kissing.

"I gotta get back to my dad," Allison told Scott," Hi, Stiles, Jas"

"Hey, yeah," Stiles replied.

"I kissed her," Scott told us with the goofiest smile I have ever seen.

"I saw," Stiles told him.

"She kissed me," Scott said.

"Saw that too. That's pretty good, huh?" Stiles asked him enjoying this.

"I - I - I don't know how, but I controlled it. I pulled it back. Maybe I can do this," Scott said hopeful, "Maybe it's not that bad."

"Yeah, heh. We'll talk later, then." Stiles told him not wanting to ruin Scott's mood.

"What?" Scott asked because he could tell something was wrong.

"Tell him," I told Stiles.

"The, uh, medical examiner looked at the other half of the body we found" Stiles started to explain.

"And?" Scott asked.

"Well, I'll keep it simple. Medical examiner determines killer of girl to be animal, not human. Derek's human, not animal. Derek not killer. Derek let out of jail." Stiles explained.

"Are you kidding?" Scott asked.

"No, and here's a bigger kick in the ass. My dad I.D.'d the dead girl. Both halves. Her name was Laura Hale," Stiles told Scott.

"Hale?" Scott asked confused.

"Derek's sister," Stiles told him.
After that, we went home. I still thought Derek was innocent. I didn't care what Stiles said. I had to talk to Derek. I hoped he would be in my room when I got home, but he wasn't. I had to know if he killed his sister. I didn't think he did but what if I was wrong.

"So you killed her?" Stiles asked Scott. It was the next day at school and Scott was telling us about the dream he had.

"I don't know. I just woke up." Scott told us. " And I was sweating like crazy, and I couldn't breathe. I've never had a dream where I woke up like that before."

"Really? I have. Usually ends a little differently." Stiles told him.

"I so do not want to think about that, " I told Stiles.

"A, I meant I've never had a dream that felt that real, and "B," never give me that much detail about you in bed again," Scott told him

"Noted. Let me take a guess here -" Stiles started to say

"No, I know, you think it has something to do with me going out with Allison tomorrow like I'm gonna lose control and rip her throat out," Scott said.

"No, of course not." Stiles tried to tell him but changed his mind when Scott looked at him. "Yeah, that's totally it. Hey, come on, it's gonna be fine, all right? Personally, I think you're handling this pretty freakin' amazingly. You know, it's not like there's a lycanthropy for beginners class you can take."

"Yeah, not a class, but maybe a teacher," Scott told him.

"Who, Derek? You forgetting the part where we got him tossed in jail?" Stiles asked him shocked.

"Yeah, I know, but chasing her, dragging her to the back of the bus, it felt so real," Scott explained to him.

"How real?" Stiles asked him.

"Like it actually happened," Scott told us.

We walked out the door that lead outside to see a bus covered in blood.

"I think it did." Stiles said shocked causing Scott to freak out "She's probably fine."

"You didn't do that," I told Scott.

"She's not answering my texts," he told us.

"It could just be a coincidence, all right?"Stiles suggested "A seriously amazing coincidence."

"Just help me find her, okay? Do you see her?" Scott practically begged us.

"No," Stiles told him. Scott was seriously freaking out. He was running trying to find Allison. Suddenly he stops and leans his head on a locker. He was breathing really hard. He was starting to shift. He punched the locker and backed up straight into Allison.

"You scared the hell outta me." She said told him as she dropped everything.

"You're okay," Scott said.

"Once my heart starts beating again, yeah." She joked "What?"

"I'm just happy to see you," Scott told her.

"Attention, students, this is your principal. I know you're all wondering about the incident that occurred last night to one of our buses. While the police work to determine what happened, classes will proceed as scheduled." The principal said over the intercom.

"Save me a seat at lunch?" Allison asked Scott.

"Yeah," Scott told her before we walked around the corner to see that the locker that Scott punched was Jackson's.

"What are you looking at, asswipe?" Jackson asked Scott when he noticed him looking at him trying to fix his locker.

"I'll see you at lunch, Scott," I said laughing before going to my own locker.