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"𝗜'𝗺 𝗳𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗴𝗹𝗼𝗿𝘆

                        𝗟𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗽𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝘀𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿"

🀢 𝔰 🀥

"I really shouldn't be out here," Scott whined for what felt like the tenth time since I picked him up from his house, nearly getting beaten to death by the damn McCall family baseball bat. I swear to god, they don't even play baseball, yet they each own their own bat. Like they sell the damn things.

"My mom has been in a constant state of freak out since that night at the school," Scott continued to remind me.

I rolled my eyes, thinking about my own dad, who was not happy with me sneaking out...I think. "Well, your mom isn't the Sheriff. There's no comparison. Trust me."

"Alright," I smile, "So when one of your best friends gets dumped--"

"I didn't get dumped!" Scott huffed. "We're taking a break."

I don't both correct him since he already interrupted my speech, "Alright, well, when your best friend gets told by his girlfriend that they're taking a break," I continue, "You get your best friend drunk."

Pulling out the Jack Daniel's that I stole from my dad, I pop open the lid, taking a big gulp. I wince as I feel a burning sensation go down my throat, getting used to the brown liquid before taking another swallow and handing it to Scott.

One Hour Later...

"D-Dude. Dude. You know, she-she's just one girl. One girl. You know out of so many, there are so many girls in the sea," I slur out, as I lean on the rock that Scott was sitting on.

Remind me not to go drinking with Scott again, because he is a bore.

Scott sighed, taking the Jack Daniels bottle out of my hand, "Fish in the sea."

I laugh. Oops.

Sitting up, I think about what just happened before remembering what we were talking about, "Fish? Why are you talking about fish? I'm talking about girls–" I let out a sigh, thinking about one fish in particular, "I love girls. I love 'em. Love...especially one's with waist-long chocolate brown hair, beautiful eyes, the voice of an angel, five foot one..."

Scott gave me a bored look, "You mean like Ariel?"

"Yeah...Exactly. Hey! How did you know I was talking about, abou," I pause, forgetting why I was speaking in the first place before I goofily smiled up at my best bud, "What was I talking about?"

I began to think about Ariel. She was so perfect. She even smelled perfect. Like vanilla and lavender.

"Hey, you're not happy," I frown, looking up at Scott, who was still moping. I grab the bottle in his hands before thrusting it in his face. "Take a drink."

"I don't want it anymore."

"You're not drunk?" I sighed, laying back down on the dirt.

"I'm not anything," Scott said with no emotion, causing me to groan. I could not help him if he was going to torment himself about Allison.

"Hey, maybe it's like–maybe it's like you not needing your inhaler anymore, ya know? Maybe you can't get drunk... like a wolf. Am I drunk?" I asked him.

"You're wasted."

"Yeah!" I yelled, proud that my plan at almost worked. I noticed two guys walking up to us but didn't care as I continued to speak to Scott, "Awh come on dude, I know it feels bad, I know it hurts. Well, I don't know–" I chucked, since Ariel has never been my girlfriend. Just the girl I look at from afar. "I know this–I know that as much as being broken up hurts, being alone is way worse.....that didn't make any sense. I-I need a drink."

I went to grab the bottle, but one of the men that I had seen before had already taken it from the ground. I quickly stumble back, hiding behind Scott. My big scary werewolf friend.

"Give that back," Scott said sternly.

"I think he wants a drink," one of the guys said.

Stiles noticed that they had small knives on their belt and sobered up enough to pull Scott away, "Scott, man, maybe we should just go."

"You came here to get me drunk, Stiles. I'm not drunk yet," Scott said, his voice more menacing than before, "Give me the bottle." Scott stepped closer to the men, his back hunched over as he lowly growled.

My eyes widened when I saw them glow. Oh no. He can not kill these men tonight. Looking down at his hands, I saw claws coming out. "Give me the bottle of Jack."

The men cowered back, as they took in Scott's transformation before they shakily handed him the bottle and took off into the forest. Scott snatched the bottle form their hands before tossing it into a tree.

I watch Scott turn to me, obviously still upset, causing me to take a big gulp before I say, "Do you think Ariel would say yes if I asked her to winter formal?"

Scott gave me an incredulous look before I passed out.

🀢 𝖆 🀥

 "Ariel," Stiles said, walking into my room. I looked up from my book to see him leaning against my door.

"Stiles?"

My lips fall open as I watch him walk up to me and slam his lips onto mine before I could ask what he was doing in my room.

"Hey," I smiled. He crashes his lips onto mine. I felt my heart pounding against my chest as I kissed back, relishing in the way he captured my lips in his own. Gently cupping my cheek, I sighed into his mouth, allowing him to explore every part of me.

I let out a moan as I felt Stiles's hand slip under my shirt, exploring the curved of my waist, before moving his hand back and unclasping my bra.

"Stiles," I moaned, my eyes fluttering open to reach at the end of his shirt, pulling it over his head. I smirk as I look at his slightly defined abs, moving my hands to trace the lines. I smile up at Stiles before I pull him into a kiss, pushing him back onto my bed. I climb onto his waist before leaning down to kiss him, giggling as I feel Stiles take off my shirt before he flips us over, so he is on top of me. I moan as he kisses my jaw before moving down lower and lower.

I gasp, "Stiles," I breathlessly moan.

I watch him come back to my face pulling me into an earth-shattering kiss before he whispers, "I love you."

Riinnngggg

I groan, pulling my pillow over my head, trying to go back to my dream. After a few more minutes of me trying to go back to sleep, I slam the alarm off before sitting up.

Running my hands through my head, I look at my window seat to see Lydia smirking at me, "Who knew that Saint Mary was a freak?"

I blush, not realizing she was watching me. Lydia doesn't seem to care as she throws a blue dress onto my bed, "You are wearing this today. I can't bear to see you try to dress again, and hurry up because I am driving us to school today, and I want to get a coffee."

I sigh, nodding my head, "Thanks, Lyds."

🀢 🀣 🀥  

"It's just weird," Allison thought aloud as she, Lydia, and Ariel walked down the hallway, "Everybody's talking about what happened the other night, and nobody knows it was us."

Ariel always thought it was amazing how whenever they walked down the hallway, the students seemed to move out of our way. She summed it up to Lydia's influence at the school.

Lydia smiled, taking a sip of her coffee. "Thank you for the protection of minors."

"Ariel, Lydia, do you think I made the wrong decision?" Allison asked the twins, thoughtfully as they turned into the history hallway.

Ariel winced, not knowing whether or not she should defend the guys. It was really Allison's decision to ignore Scott, and Ariel knew that is she told her best friend to forgive Scott, Allison would be suspicious as to why.

Giving Allison's outfit a once over, Ariel deflected with, "About that jacket with that dress?" the sassy brunette asked her innocently before Lydia let out a huff, "Absolutely."

Allison just laughed, shaking her head at the two petite girls, "You know what I mean."

Lydia rolled her eyes, "Hello? Scott locked us in that classroom and left us for dead. He's lucky we're not pressing charges or making him pay our therapy bills," Lydia muttered the last part.

Ariel bit her lip at her sister's radical statement. Scott didn't leave them for dead per se. The doe-eyed girl couldn't let Allison's think that Scott just ditched them, "Maybe he was trying to protect us," she shrugged.

Lydia rolled her eyes, "Then why didn't he mention that when he got out?" Lydia scoffed.

Ariel chewed her lip, not in the mood to deal with her sister. Lately, Lydia has been having major delusions of grandeur, and Ariel was tired of people believing they could treat her like a toddler. She was stronger than that. Ariel began quickening her pace, trying to head to her first-period class, no longer in the mood to hang out with her friends.

Ariel gasped, feeling Lydia's nails dig into her skin as the redhead pulled her back, Lydia's eyes large with anger. Ariel's sister leaned right into her face before hissing, "Remember, Ariel," Lydia rolled her eyes as if she was tired of lecturing her sister on such things, "We have a reputation to uphold."

Ariel scoffed, not recognizing the girl in front of her any more than she would recognize a stranger on the side of the road, "So, dragging Scott down is going to help us?"

Lydia smiled, noticing the small crowd beginning to form around them. Relishing the attention, she replied, "Of course," Lydia crossed her arms, walking up to me, "We don't associate with weirdo nerds."

"Because god forbid the school finds out that we are just like them," Ariel scoffed.

Allison stood in between the two of her friends, pushing Ariel and Lydia apart, "Wow. You both need to chill."

Ariel glared at her sister, "Yeah, I'd hate for you to cause a scene, sister."

🀢 𝖘 🀥

"Alright, geniuses, listen up!" Coach shouted to the team, as we all sat in the locker room. I have no idea why he was shouting, considering we were all right next to him.

We all leaned on the top of each other to try and see what Coach was looking at, but luckily for me, Scott and I had found an empty bench to sit at.

"Due to the recent pink eye epidemic," Coach said before eyeing Greenberg, "Thank you, Greenberg. The following people have made the first line on a probationary basis. Emphasis on the word probationary."

My head shoots up as I look at Coach. This could be my moment. I lean closer to Coach as he begins to read the names off the list. If I get first line, Lydia may let Ariel date me, and then I could ask her to winter formal with no problems.

"Rodriguez, welcome to first line," okay there are a few other people, I may still be on the list, "Taylor and, uh..."

I was nearly falling off the bench as I prayed for Coach to call my name. There was only one person left, and I needed that spot.

Coach wore a perplexed expression as he tried to read the final name on the paper. Maybe it was mine! My name is weird! Thank you, Dad.

"Oh, for the love of crap. I can't even read my own writing. What is that? An S?"

I fell off the bench as I waited for him to call out my name because I was the only person with an s that wasn't on first line. I was about to jump up in joy when Coach spoke, "No, that's a....B. That's a B. That's definitely a B. Rodriquez, Taylor, and uh, Bilinski."

I freeze. That's me. I'm Bilinski. I jumped out of my seat, doing my power pose, "WOO!" I was untouchable. Ariel would date me, I was playing first line, and my life couldn't be any better, "Yes!"

"Bilinski!" Finstock yelled at me, causing me to stop my movements and sit back down on the bench. I was not about to lose my spot on first line because I couldn't calm down.

The rest of the team began to laugh as I ducked my head down, "Yes, sir."

"Stiles," Scott whispered to me, causing my head to whip around.

"It's Biles," I correct him, "Call me Biles or I swear to God I will kill you." I threaten, not about to lose my spot because of him messing up my new name.

Biles wasn't too bad. Biles was sexy. No, Biles was bexy. Oh yeah, I smirked to myself. Ladies, say hello to Biles. I wonder where Ariel is.

"Another thing," Coach said, reading the same sheet of paper. "From here on out, immediately, we're switching co-captains. Congratulations, McCall."

I turn to Scott with a smile on my face, unable to comprehend the amazing turn of events. This day couldn't get any better, other than the fact that Scott was frowning. I pat his back, trying to get his attention be=ut he just shakes his head.

"What?" Jackson spat at Coach, obviously not happy to lose his status.

"What do you mean, what? Jackson, this takes nothing away from you," Coach dismissed, already moving to leave, "This is about combining separate strengths into one unit. This is about taking your unit, McCall's unit. We're making one big unit." Coach turned to Scott with an eager smile. "McCall, it's you and Jackson now. Everybody else..."

"Asses on the field," I mouthed just as Coach began screaming, "Asses on the field! Asses on the field!" I heard him blow his whistle before we all got up, walking out of the locker room onto the field.

Scott immediately got up and walked out the gym, not waiting for me to leave with him, causing me to spastically grab my lacrosse stick before I ran to catch up with him.

"Dude, can you believe this?" I sigh, trying to catch my breath. "You're captain. I'm first line." He chuckled. "I'm first freaking line!"

He doesn't even move to look at me, causing me to continue, "Are you not freaking out? I'm freaking out."

"What's the point? It's just a stupid title," Scott huffed, causing me to suck in my lip to stop from hitting my heartbroken friend. "And I could practically smell the jealousy in there."

I stopped him before he could continue walking, trying to digest the new information. "Wait, you smell jealousy?"

Scott nodded. "Yeah, it's like full moon's turned everything up to ten."

I hummed, thinking about a certain doll-like Martin, "Can you pick up on stuff like I don't know," I casually say before quickly looking up at Scott, "desire?"

Scott frowned as he looked at me, "What do you mean, desire?"

I huff, "Like sexual desire?"

Scott looked at me like he didn't understand, "Sexual desire?" oh, so, now, he is happy.

"Yeah, sexual desire," I frustratedly nodded, "Lust, passion, arousal," I added, rolling my 'r.'

Scott smirked, "From Ariel?"

I scoff, trying not to sound too desperate, "What? No, in a general, broad sense," before I lowly murmur, "Can you determine sexual desire?"

"From Ariel to you?" Scott repeated.

I snapped at him, "Fine, yes, from Ariel to me. Look, I need to know if..." I thought back to the last time we had studied, her legs wrapped around me. Damn, that was sexy. 

I look back at Scott, "If she likes me. If I have a chance with her. I've been obsessing over her since the freaking second grade."

"Why don't you just ask her?" Scott sighs.

I swear I nearly choked him out, "Well, to save myself utterly crushing humiliation. Thank you, Scott." I sigh, "Okay? So, please, can you just go up and ask if she likes me? See if her heartbeat rises, or pheromones come out."

"Fine." Scott sighed, walking away towards the adorable angel standing a few feet away from us.

My jaw dropped as I watched him tap her shoulder. "I love you. I love you. You're my best friend in the whole world."

🀢 🀣 🀥

"Hey, Ariel, can we talk for a second?" Scott lightly tugged at the petit girl's arm, guiding her attention away from the girl she had been laughing with before. Ariel's pale eyes met with Scott's as she noticed the darkened expression on his face.

Nodding her head, she waved goodbye to her female companion and turned to look at Scott, "What's up?"

Ariel rubbed her lips together, trying to give her full attention to Scott, although all she could do was think about Lydia's words. The harsh words had been floating in the brunette's head ever since she walked away from Lydia a few hours ago.

'If you want to fuck with the eagles, you gotta learn to fly.'

She wasn't sure how she was going to prove her sister wrong, but Ariel was sure of one thing, and that was that she would not allow her sister the pride of being right. The younger girl was set on proving that she could be just as bold as Lydia. She could be powerful.

So when Scott pulled Ariel out of the main hallway, into the Coach's locker room, she didn't hesitate to lean back on the desk—remaining confident in her skin, as she watched Scott with a mischievous smirk that was foreign to the innocent girl's lips. Ariel didn't speak, she just waited.

"I, uh, needed to ask you something," Scott repeated, turning to close the door. The Martin girl watched him as a plan began to form in her head. "Do you, uh...do you know if Allison still likes me?"

Ariel chewed her lip, watching Scott watch her with an anxious expression. She knew how the separation was affecting both of them and couldn't lie. She wasn't her sister.

Pushing herself off the wood desk, Ariel waked up to Scott with an honest smile, "Of course she still likes you. She'll always like you," she gently responded, "She will always like you."

Scott smiled, not watching the fair-skinned girl look behind him to see her sister smirking at her through the window. Taunting her with a glance. At that moment, Ariel wasn't her normal kind and loving self. She was a regular teenage girl possessed by her own emotions. "But as a friend," Ariel hesitantly added, watching Scott's smile slowly fall back into the melancholic expression he wore before speaking to Ariel.

Scott was heartbroken, knowing the Martin girl to be one of the last people to lie to him, "Just friends?"

"Look, Scott," Ariel smirked, watching Lydia's gaze on her. Gently placing her pink nails on his knee, the young twin whispered as seductively as possible, "If you ask me, although nobody asks me, she made a big mistake because you were trying to protect us. Because I know that when a guy risks his life for you. You should be grateful."

"Are you grateful," Scott looked up at the young girl, with a dark expression on his face that nearly caused the Martin girl to abandon her plan. Ariel, actually, planned to do just that, as she began to back away from Scott.

A small laugh sounded from the boy's locker room, causing Ariel's head to snap toward Lydia. The oldest Martin was laughing her head off as she watched her poor sister, look helpless, as she looked at Scott. She expected Ariel not to go through with it, and this was just proof. 'Any minute now, she would have to go and save her,' the older Martin thought.

After clenching her eyes shut, forcing herself to calm down, Ariel shocked both her sister and herself by dropping her bag on the floor and pulling Scott towards her. Slamming her lips against his.

Ariel immediately winced at the feel of Scott's lips on her own. As her lips moved against Scott's, the younger Martin forced herself not to move away. Scott's lips on her own were nothing like Stiles's.

Scott was rough as he pulled her closer to him, not noticing the girl jerk in his arms. His hands were sloppy and rushed as he began to reach his hands under her dress, nothing like the gentle way Stiles was with her. Moving the dress up to squeeze her ass, causing Ariel to recoil, before she pulled herself away.

Her eyes darted over to see Lydia's mouth wide open as she watched her sister make out with her best-friends ex-boyfriend in front of her. With a small huff, Lydia spun on her heels, exiting the room.

Ariel watched her sister go, with a small frown on her lips, unable to tamp down the terrible feeling in the pit of her stomach. She thought that after she proved to Lydia that she was in control, that she would feel better, but all she felt was worse.

The weight of what she had done came crashing down on her. She not only made out with her best friend's newly ex-boyfriend, but she may have ruined any chance of ever dating Stiles...If that was what she wanted.

Ariel ran out of the building, trying to escape the guilt that was eating away at her. She didn't know what had come over her or her sister, but she wasn't not going to put up with it any further.

In a matter of hours, Ariel had managed to ruin one of the two of the best relationships in her life, and she was not about to lose the third. Walking down the field, Ariel struggled in her heels, trying to reach her sister, who was watching the practice.

Just as the chocolate haired girl had reached the metal structure, Scott shoved Danny onto the ground. Ariel gasped, turning to look over at the field as her best male companion rolled on the ground in pain.

Immediately forgetting about her sister, Ariel ran over to Danny along with the rest of the team. Her eyes widened as someone took off his mask to reveal a bloodied nose. Ariel's brought her hand over her mouth as she prayed that he wasn't too hurt.

The opal-eyed girl looked up to see the sarcastic boy watching her with a curious expression. She quickly looked down, avoiding his gaze.

"Ariel?" Lydia's voice caught the attention of her sister as Ariel looked up. The younger girl had been hoping they would have ended whatever thing they had going on and apologized, but instead, her older sister just smirked, "What's wrong with your lipgloss."

Ariel froze, as her hand went up to cover her lips, forgetting that she had worn red lipgloss Quickly pulling out her pocket mirror, Ariel fixed the small smudge at the bottom of her lips before lightly laughing, 'Huh, I wonder how that happened.

Ariel's smile fell once she caught sight of Stiles. The expression in his eyes was enough for the girl to see that not only did he know what the girl had done with his best friend, but she was hurt.

That was when Ariel ran off the field.

🀢 𝖆 🀥

I was adamant as I stood in my room. I had been pacing for what felt to be hours thinking about what I had done, what my sister pushed me to do. Going back and forth across my hardwood floors, I tried to think of any reason imaginable for what has happened between the two of us since my return. Maybe I made a mistake coming back?

Running my hand through my hair, I let out a deep breath. Walking back and forth wasn't going to make things better, or me calmer.

Trying to calm myself down, I grabbed my guitar from my bed's side, before closing my eyes and slowly singing.

"Don't wanna live, in fear and loathing," I begin, "I wanna feel like I am floating. Instead of constantly exploding, in fear and loathing."

Lydia had been so cruel lately; it was because of her relationship with Jackson. I knew that. I just didn't understand why Lydia would turn to me in anger.

"Got different people inside my head, I wonder which one that they like best," I feel a tear fall down my cheek as I try to think of my move to Beacon Hills, "I'm done with tryin' to have it all, and endin' up with not much at all," I hiccup over my own tears.

"Now the time is here," I whisper, "Baby, you don't have to live your life in fear. The sky is clear."

Things needed to change in my life, and I was responsible for that change.

"Ariel," Lydia spoke up from my doorway, causing me to jump on shock. I watched as she nervously played with her hair, curling the red locks into a knot, "I-"

"No," I scoff, not letting her begin. Moving my guitar back to its original spot on the floor, I turn to my sister with my arms folded over, "I get to talk, not you, Lydia."

I watch Lydia's face flicker from surprise to guilt in a millisecond, barely giving me time to analyze her reaction. Letting out a deep breath, I begin, "I know that Jackson has been a jerk to you, but that is no excuse for how you have treated Allison or me. I mean, you have gone past bullying others. I'm your sister, Lyds. How could you?"

Lydia looked down at her fingers, not acknowledging my words, urging me to continue, "I don't know what happened to my older sister because I don't recognize whoever this is. I don't like who you are and what you make me. I am sick at the stomach, thinking about how I hurt Scott, Allison, Stiles," tears begin rushing down my face as I speak, "I don't want to live like this. Constantly proving myself to others."

Lydia looked up at me, her own eyes lined with tears as she nodded her head shamefully, "I was wrong."

"I needed my big sister more than anything."

Lydia scoffed, much to my disbelief, "Big sister? What about you, sis? You left me, just as we were about to begin high school together. I was terrified and alone, with nobody to turn to, while you were off modeling for big label companies in New York and Vancouver," she sniffled.

I was speechless for a moment, never considering how Lydia was affected by the decision over custody. I guess I always assumed that she had the best life out of both of us because she got to stay home. I never considered what home would be like without your sister.

"You never mentioned your being upset." I was baffled by her anger over me, leaving. I was especially surprised by her mentioning the modeling companies, as it was one of the reasons I wanted to return home.

Lydia scoffed, "Please. You were always bragging about all these amazing things you did when you modeled for dad."

"Only to make you think I was happy," I shouted, upset by her accusation, "I hated every minute of it. Dad didn't care where I went or how I was treated. I would have to work for days on end with people who told me I wasn't pretty or talented. You think you needed me, but you are wrong, Lyds," I sniffle.

Lydia quickly rushed towards me, pulling me in a hug as she cried into my shoulder, allowing me to do the same. We stood like that for a few minutes, both crying as we apologized.

"I am a horrible sister," Lydia cried, moving away from me with a frown on her face.

I quickly shake my head, "No, You aren't. You just have a lot going on right now, which I would have known if I ever listened to you."

Lydia shook her head, "Listened to me? You have your own problems to deal with."

I smile before pulling Lydia into another hug, "Promise to always stick together," I whisper.

I could hear the joy in Lydia's tone as she nodded, "Always."

I gave Lydia a tight squeeze before moving away to sit on my bed, "Great, because I have no idea how I am going to fix this situation," I groaned, falling back into my pillows.

Lydia sent me a reassuring smile as she began to walk out of my room, "Leave it to me."

🀢 🀣 🀥

That evening, Stiles drove over the McCall household, with only one thought in his mind. Scott had kissed Ariel Martin. The one girl he ever loved. He didn't want to help Scott, today, as it was a struggle for him to even pull into the McCall driveway. But he couldn't abandon his friend.

"Scott?" Ms. McCall could be heard, calling out, as Stiles began to unlock the house door, eager to get the night over with so he could kill his friend in a fair fight.

Ms. McCall answered the door in her nurse uniform, keys in hand, and curly hair pulled up in a ponytail as she grabbed her purse from the small side table near the door.

"Stiles." Stiles corrected awkwardly holding the house key in his hand he had been using to open the door.

"Key!" Ms. McCall exclaimed, looking at the house key in Stile's hand that had an 'M'sharpied on the top.

Stiles grinned, proudly flashing off his new key, "Yeah. I had one made, so..."

"That doesn't surprise me," Ms. McCall said in a calm tone. "It scares me, but it doesn't surprise me."

As if on cue, Stiles dropped the large black duffel bag that he slung on his shoulders, causing a loud thud to be heard as it hit the ground. Ms. McCall raised one brow as she looked at Stiles, waiting for an answer.

"What is that?" She asked slowly.

Stiles opened his mouth, unable to come up with an excuse as he awkwardly swayed back and forth.

"Oh, um, school project?"

Ms. McCall, chose to accept his answer, before warily looking to Stiles. "Stiles, he's okay, right?"

"Who? Scott? Yeah. Totally," Stiles scoffed, nervous. He didn't think it was the best time to mention that he may be in a murderous mood due to his...testosterone issues.

Ms. McCall wore a sad smile as she nodded her head, her grief was evident as she began to explain, "He just doesn't talk to me that much anymore, not like he used to."

The older woman gulped, before wearing a bright smile.

"Well, he's not had that good of a week, y'know? Allison, and that..." Stiles awkwardly leaned on the wall to appear nonchalant.

Melissa sighed. "Yeah, yeah. I get it. Yeah." Ms. McCall wasn't convinced, however, as she took in a deep breath. "Um, okay. Be careful tonight."

"You, too."

"Full moon," Melissa commented as she began to search her bag for her phone.

"What?" Stiles nearly choked, kicking himself off the wall to hear Ms. McCall better. The young boy could not believe that Ms. McCall had figured out that Scott was a wolf. Or that Scott has told her.

"There's a full moon tonight." Melissa clarified, "You should see how the ER gets. Brings out all the nut jobs."

Stiles chuckled nervously, wiping his forehead in relief, "Oh, yeah."

"You know," Ms. McCall smirked, walking up to Stiles, "It's actually where they came up with the word 'lunatic'."

She patted the pale boy on his arm before turning around and making her way to the car.

Stiles sighed in relief before sprinting up the stairs with the black duffel bag in hand. Running up the stairs, two at a time, he slammed his way into Scott's bedroom.

Not sparing his friend a second glance, Stiles dumped the contents of the duffel onto the bed. Stiles looked at the items on the bed with a proud grin before turning to Scott.

The young werewolf was sitting in his desk chair with a calm expression on his face as he looked at Stiles. Slowly reaching to turn on his desk lamp, Scott's calm face melted into a glare as he watched Stiles.

"Oh, my God!" Stiles yelped, dropping the bag right after he had picked it up again. "Dude. You scared the hell out of me. Your mum said you weren't home yet."

Scott stared right through Stiles, "I came in through the window."

His voice was dark and filled with an intensity that sent shivers down his friend's spine. Stiles hated to say it, but he was scared of his friend at that moment.

"Okay," Stiles spoke, carefully assessing every word, worried that Scott had gone completely psycho. "Uh, well, let's get this set up. I want you to see what I bought."

"I'm fine."

"I'm just gonna lock the door and go to bed early tonight," Scott shrugged his shoulders, no emotion in his voice,

"You sure about that? 'Cause you've got this kind of serial killer look going on in your eyes," Stiles winced as Scott's expression turned darker, "and I'm hoping it's the full moon taking effect, 'cause it's really starting to freak me out."

Stiles weakly squirmed away from his friend.

"I'm fine." Scott insisted with a grim smirk.

"You should go now."

Stiles' eyes flickered to the handcuffs on the side of the bed and then back to Scott. "All right, I'll leave," He said before he dramatically began to walk away.

"Well, look," Stiles stopped, moving to grab the handcuffs, "would you just at least look into the bag and see what I bought? You know, maybe you use it, maybe you don't. Sound good?"

Scott looked up at Stiles without a response before he got up from his chair and moved to look at the contents on the bed, allowing Stiles to jump into action. Quickly cuffing Scott's right hand, Stiles threw his entire body towards the space heater, clamping the other cuff around the metal contraption.

"You think I'm gonna let you put these on and chain me up like a dog?" Scott shouted.

Scott grunted loudly, "What the hell are you doing?"

Stiles was panting slightly as he took a few steps backward, watching Scott's entire body writhe and spasm in anger as he tried to launch himself to Stiles.

"Protecting you from yourself and giving you some payback."

Scott looked up at Stiles with confusion and anger as Stiles spat,

"For making out with Ariel."

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"I brought you some water," I announced, holding up a bottle and then a dog bowl that had 'SCOTT' carved on it.

Pouring the water inside the metal bowl, I watched Scott growl at me. I kept telling myself that he would not be able to hurt me due to the cuffs, but I subconsciously knew that he was humoring me.

Just as I turned around to shut the door, I felt a sharp pain on my back and the dripping coolness of the water I had just poured for Scott. Trying to ignore what I definitely knew was a bruise on my back, I shut the door.

"I'm gonna kill you!" Scott growled, nearly shaking the room.

I paused, before turning around to face the door, "You kissed her, Scott, okay? You kissed Ariel. That's, like, the one girl that I... You know how much I like her! How..."

I felt my anger getting the best of me as I hit the door, "And, you know, for the past three hours, I've been thinking, it's probably just the full moon, you know, he doesn't even know what he's doing, and tomorrow, he'll be totally back to normal. He probably won't even remember what a complete dumbass he's been. A son of a bitch, a freaking unbelievable piece of crap friend."

"She kissed me," Scott muttered, barely loud enough for me to hear.

I felt my heart drop, "What?"

"I didn't kiss her. She kissed me," Scott smirked, as I opened the door to face him.

Unable to look at him any longer, I ran into the hall, falling to the ground.

I knew it was too good to be true. That Ariel would like a guy like me. The only reason she even spoke to me was to get with Scott. The only thing that doesn't make sense was the fact that Allison was her friend. The Ariel I knew would never hurt Allison.

"She would have done a lot more, too," Scott shouted, "She had her hands all over me! She would have done anything I wanted. Anything!"

I began to drown out all the noise, not knowing if I could handle listening to his vulgar descriptions. The way he described his hands on her body. The way he detailed every single touch he ever did, knowing that I would have been elated to even talk to Ariel. Scott always got the girl and I was okay with that because I knew my best friend would never ever in a million years try to make a move on Ariel. He wasn't a monster, I knew that.

Now I don't know if I am so certain.

"Scott," I called out noticing that his shouts had died down. Slowly moving up from my spot on the wall, I open the door. Eyes immediately darting to his previous location on the ground, I feel something build in my chest as I knowingly look at the empty space where Scott once sat. 

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A/N

A lot of points of view in this chapter...Tell me how you feel...I know I am not that present but I love to hear from y'all. Thank you for reading my book!