In this story, the events of the Kanima don't happen until Senior year. Peter happened in their first year, and it's been four years of fighting smaller enemies. I also don't know if I said anything to contradict this, but Derek's Betas have been bitten for three years.

March 12th, 2012
3:03 PM

"Keep Walking, Greenburg!" Coach Finstock shouted as a chubby kid ran away, "You to Stilinski! I see you!" He pointed to Stiles, who was smirking at the end of the hallway. All the teachers were on edge today since tomorrow is Friday the 13th, Stiles' favorite 'holiday.' "Go home, you psychopaths! Or I will give you all Weekend Detention!" Coach shouted on his megaphone, and everyone screamed, running outside. There was a tradition in the 80s where people pranked people every Friday the 13th. Finstock practically made the tradition. Stiles was the only student he had encountered that might be better than him on holiday. One year he somehow got the Coach's car inside his classroom.

"Do you have a plan ready to prank him? He has been out of control lately," Scott walked with Stiles to the parking lot.

"I do," Stiles smirked.

"What is it," Scott snickered

"Nothing," Stiles told him, and Scott raised his eyebrow, confused, "He will be so stressed out for me tricking him all day. I think it will be a good rest for what I have planned for the Senior Prank," Stiles smirked evilly.

"You have the Senior Prank planned already?" Danny overheard them. It had to be in the last week of the school year so they wouldn't get in trouble. Stiles wasn't very popular, but he was respected for his mischievousness and was in charge of the day they had been waiting for since the first year. Last year's senior prank was very disappointing, they just switched all the teacher's board markers to sharpies, and he had to redeem the studies.

"I cannot say anything. I don't want any moles to mess up the School's best senior prank," Stiles proclaimed, and the people around him widened their eyes, curious. With some begging, Stiles finally got it through their heads that nothing was coming out of his mouth.

"Seriously though, what is your plan," Scott asked.

"Scott, you can barely keep your secret,"

"What? That I am a werewolf?" Scott asked and then understood why Stiles was keeping it so hush-hush.

"Hey, do you want to hang out? I have the new Moonlight game," Stiles asked.

"Sorry, Buddy, I must go to work," Scott told him.

"I am going to go by there in like an hour. Remember to ask him what we talked about," Stiles asked. He had run across something while researching that Deaton might help with. Then they parted ways after saying goodbye.

Isaac had followed Stiles all week without being detected, and Derek's plan was going beautifully. When they left, Derek, Erica, and Isaac had convinced Scott enough to let them stay at his house. Though Isaac tended not to stay the night, he told Scott that he was staying at his Uncles house. He was following his part of the plan. He was following Stiles. Most days, he would go home and do homework or research. When Scott would come around, Isaac would have to sneak away and run back to Derek's Warehouse. He had decided not to tell Derek about what Harris was doing to Stiles. It was something he would have to tell himself. He was beginning to rethink his vow of silence when he saw Stiles wait in his Jeep after School until the parking lot traffic was cleared. He thought he was waiting for detention to be released, then went back to Harris. He was happy seeing Stiles finally pull out of his parking spot. Isaac stayed in the shadows while he followed Stiles' Jeep.

He didn't go that far. He just pulled around to the back of the School. Mr. Michaelson's classroom outside door was open. He waved directions at Stiles as he pulled up onto the grass and closer classroom. Isaac watched Stiles and Mr. Michaelson brought planks of wood outside, then strap them onto the Jeep's roof. Isaac was wondering why this was happening. Was it something to do with a prank? When Stiles safely returned to the road, he headed the opposite direction of his house. The Jeep couldn't go over 50 miles an hour, and Isaac could keep up by running in the woods. Stiles had to stop by a couple of places before he went home.

Stiles pulled into the junkyard scraps area. It was an area people in the community still put good things that they didn't want anymore. Stiles normally looked around for hours, but he knew what he wanted. He was in a Facebook group called 'Crafty Builders in Beacon Hills' and had seen someone leave 50 red bricks. He needed more than 50, but he could get all the free material. He grabbed all the scrap metal he could put in the back of his car. When a car pulled up behind him, he began to get back into his Jeep. Isaac began to growl lowly because he recognized it belonged to Mr. Harris. Stiles' eyes widened when he noticed the same thing, but he saw Matt getting out of the car, not Mr. Harris.

"Hey, Stiles, what are you doing here?" Matt asked

"Just getting some bricks. What about you?" Stiles tried not to look uncomfortable. He hadn't talked to Matt since Monday. "Is that Mr. Harris' car?"

"Yeah, he let me borrow it. We are neighbors. I'm looking for some bricks for my mother's garden," He told him, "Are there any left?"

"Just some Cinder Blocks, but you can take half of what I found," He offered.

"Oh, I'm okay. I can go buy some... Hey, are you doing anything tomorrow night?" He asked, and Stiles shrugged. He never knew what he would be busy with in his life now. "Well, I was wondering if you could come to a party with me?"

"A party?" Stiles asked. He hadn't heard of any talkings of parties around the school.

"Well, it is more like a rave... it's downtown," He explained and held Stiles' hand.

"I thought you liked Allison?" Stiles asked, confused. He hadn't ever had someone hit on him.

"I'm not like Scott. I can see who's the better choice," Matt said, and Isaac raised his eyebrows.

"Scott and I are just friends..." Stiles blushed

"Really?" Matt asked. Now that Isaac had been tracking Stiles' every move, it was clear that he was obsessed with Scott. "Well, I will treat you better than he does. I see how you look at him," Matt said, "Just think about it, okay?"

Matt pulled off as Stiles got into his Jeep. He was confused and intrigued. He hadn't ever thought about Matt, and he hated parties. The only party he would go to was Lydia's Birthday Bash. He wasn't very fond of talking to anyone other than his friends. He pulled out of the Junkyard and drove to the Slums. Isaac stayed behind a tree while he pulled into the RV Park. Isaac hadn't been here in a while. He was taken away several times and put in a foster home around here. Isaac smiled as he remembered the crazy old man. Everyone knew Leo in Beacon Hills. He was the sweetest 67-year-old man.

"Hey, Stiles, you here for your generator?" Leo asked, and Stiles nodded, still a little taken off guard by Matt, but he smiled at the old man.

"Here you go, Leo," Stiles gave him a hundred dollars in 5-dollar bills.

"Oh no, I don't want your money," He refused the money. Leo loved Stiles' parents, so he had a soft spot for them. "Don't you dare leave the money stuffed under my in my window again," He made Stiles smile. Leo handed him his portable Solar Generator, a 3,000-dollar generator, but it needed to be fixed. A couple of months ago, a family had been ratted out that they were dealing drugs in his neighborhood. In the night, he witnessed them pack up a van and hightail it away while the Sheriff's Office issued a warrant. Before his Father came with the deputy, he snuck onto their property and stole the generator they used to power their shed. Stiles would have felt bad for stealing or messing with the investigation, but it was from drug dealers who also cooked meth in the main house.

"Well, I brought you some scrap metal," Stiles told him. He knew that Leo wouldn't accept money. Leo would smelt the medal and make pipes for other builders in the area. Sometimes, he would make swords for the renaissance fair in October. Stiles drove to the Vet Clinic next. Isaac was careful. He knew that Scott was working, so he made sure to get close enough to hear, but he would stop if he picked up Scott's scent and wait until Stiles left. He had run across something while researching that Deaton might help with. When he walked into the office, Deaton peaked around the corner to see who was coming in.

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