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Being in a car chase was something I've always wanted to do when I was younger. Growing up, I realized that the possibilities of that ever happening were extremely slim. But it's actually happening. I just never thought that I'd help a fugitive evade arrest, a werewolf fugitive that's wanted because of my boyfriend's best friend.

Currently, I'm in the driver's seat of Derek's car, driving away from Kate Argent with Stiles in the passenger seat and Scott in the back. I really don't know why I'm driving since I don't have a license. Well, my Aunt did teach me how to drive in New York and I was in driver's ed for a time, so I know how not to kill us.

"Faster?" I ask, noticing that Kate's advancing quickly through the rear-view mirror.

"Much faster," Stiles replies, looking back.

I bite my lip and press my foot harder on the gas, adrenaline running through me. This is actually exhilarating and frightening at the same time.

"Hey, Mary Anne, I don't think you're grasping the concept of the car chase here," Stiles informs me.

"If I go faster, I'll kill us," I object, glancing over at him very briefly.

"Well, if you don't go faster, they're gonna kill us!" Stiles says loudly. Clenching my jaw, I press even harder on the gas, driving faster. "They're gone," he says, making me look back once to see that Kate isn't chasing us anymore.

Stiles clicks on the walkie-talkie he has, the thing making a sound before I hear his father's voice coming through it. "All units, suspect is on foot heading into the iron works."

I press on the gas, heading towards the iron works and getting there in no time, spotting Derek and coming to a stop near him. Stiles opens the door for Derek, yelling, "Get in!" Then he moves to the back as Derek runs, gunshots going off. As soon as he's in and the door's shut, I press on the gas and take off.

"What part of laying low don't you understand?" Scott asks him from the backseat.

Derek punches the dashboard. "Damn it, I had him!"

"Who, the Alpha?" Stiles asks, poking his head between the seats.

"Yes!" Derek yells. "He was right in front of me, and the freaking police showed up."

"Oh, hey, they're just doing their jobs," Stiles defends his father.

I see Derek glare at Stiles from the corner of my eye and the teen shrinks back.

"Yeah, thanks to someone who decided to make me the most wanted fugitive in the entire state," he snaps, directed towards Scott.

"Can we seriously get past that?" Scott asks. "I made a dumbass mistake. I get it."

"All right!" Stiles says loudly. "How did you find him?"

All we get is silence.

"Can you try to trust us for at least half a second?" Scott demands.

"Yeah, all of us," Stiles adds. "Or just them. I'll be back here." I can't help the smile that curves at my lips at that.

"Look, the last time I talked to my sister, she was close to figuring something out," Derek tells us. "She found two things. The first was a guy named Harris."

Really? I'm not surprised Satan has something to do with this.

"Our chemistry teacher?" Stiles asks.

"I always knew he was sketchy!" I exclaim, glancing over at Stiles who was shaking his head lightly while smiling a bit.

"Why him?" Scott asks.

"I don't know yet," Derek says, frustrated.

"What's the second?" I ask, keeping my eyes ahead as I clench my fingers around the steering wheel.

I hear the rustling of paper, flickering my eyes over to Derek to see a piece of paper. "Some kind of symbol," he says. I take a double take, easily recognizing the symbol.

"What?" Derek asks, noticing my face. "You know what this is?"

"I've seen it on a necklace," Scott answers, dread in his voice.

"Allison's necklace," I finish.

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"This is gonna be impossible, you know," Scott tells us as we walk into school the next day. After the car chase I had collapsed onto my bed, physically and mentally exhausted.

"Why don't you just ask her if you can borrow it?" Stiles asks.

"How?" Scott asks.

"It's easy," Stiles says simply. "You just say, 'Hey, Allison, can I borrow your necklace to see if there's anything on it or in it that can lead me to an Alpha werewolf that I need to kill in order to get back together with you'," Stiles says.

"You're not helping," Scott and I say at the same time.

"Why don't you just talk to her," Stiles suggests.

"She won't talk to me," Scott replies. "What if she, like, only takes it off in the shower or something?"

"That's why you ease... That's why you ease back into it, okay? Get back on her good side, remind her of the good times. And then you ask for the necklace," Stiles instructs.

Scott looks distant, a small smile on his lips. Oh no, not again. "You're thinking about her in the shower, aren't you?" I ask at the same time as Stiles.

"Yeah," Scott confesses, but then looks at me. "Can't you get it? You're a girl."

"So, because I have breasts that means I can get a necklace from my friend?" I furrow my eyebrows at his logic. "Anyways, it'd be suspicious. She's already suspecting something's going on, we don't need to give her more reasons to be skeptical."

"All right, stay focused, okay?" Stiles says to Scott. "Get the necklace, get the Alpha, get cured, get Allison back. In that order. Got it?" Walking backward, taking my hand and taking me with him.

"You think he's gonna get it?" I ask.

"Nope," he replies.

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"How the hell did he find out?" I ask Scott, slightly angry. Jackass Douchemore had approached Scott and threatened that if he didn't give him the bite or something to turn him, he'll tell Allison. Now you see why I don't like him?

"I have no idea," Scott answers.

"Did he say it out loud, the word?" Stiles asks.

"What word?" Scott asks dumbly.

"Werewolf. Did he say, 'I know you're a werewolf'?" Stiles explains quietly.

"No, but he implied it pretty freaking clearly," Scott says, frustrated.

"Okay, maybe it's not as bad as it seems," Stiles says. "I mean, he doesn't have any proof, right? And if he wanted to tell someone, who's gonna believe him anyway?"

"How about Allison's father?" Scott asks rhetorically.

"Okay, it's bad," I declare.

"I need a cure. Right now," Scott panics.

"Does he know about Allison's father?" Stiles asks.

"I don't know," Scott answers.

"He may," I pipe in.

Stiles ignores my statement, continuing to ask Scott questions. "Okay, where's Derek?"

"Hiding like we told him to. Why?" Scott asks.

"I have another idea," Stiles says. "It's gonna take a little time and finesse, though."

"We have that game tonight. It's quarterfinals. And it's your first game," Scott reminds him.

Wait, Stiles is first line? When did this happen?

"I know, I know," Stiles shrugs off.

"You're on first line?" I ask Stiles, looking up at him. "How come you didn't tell me?"

"I forgot, we've been kind of busy lately," Stiles defends himself. "And it's probationary. Also, look, do you have a plan for Allison yet?"

"She's in my next class," Scott says.

"Get the necklace," Stiles orders, and since Scott has a different class than us, Stiles and I walk off in the opposite direction. "How's the back of your neck?" he asks, searching for my hand and grabbing onto it tightly.

"They're just scars now," I answer. "They healed quickly but not like werewolf fast. Still weird how it made me react that way to the Alpha."

"What else?" Stiles asks, confusing me. "Mary Anne, I know your an insomniac and despite your energetic personality, I can tell that you aren't getting any sleep."

"I am getting sleep," I lie a little. "About six hours... This week."

"Mary Anne," he admonishes gently.

"My medicine isn't working," I explain. "Ever since I came here it's been getting worse, especially with my growing powers. It's like it's preventing me from sleeping."

He gives me a look but before he can lecture me, we have to part here so we stop and he turns around to face me, tugging me around. "Promise me you'll try to get some sleep? More than six hours in a week. I don't need you passing out from exhaustion," he pleads quietly.

I stare at him, silence between us before I nod and lean up to peck his lips, turning around to leave for class.

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After class, I came to the cafeteria, and currently, I'm sitting in front of Scott, glaring at him with extreme amounts of malice; he told me what happened with Allison. He sent her pictures of them during class and made her walk out, crying.

"Scott, you don't do that to a girl, okay?" I say, pointing an accusing finger at him. "My ex did that to me, and when she found me in the bathroom, crying, she told me she wanted me back. And she went to the hospital for a broken nose and I got suspended for a week."

He ignores me and takes a sip of his water, his eyes going to Stiles as he sits down next to him, asking, "Did you get her to give you the necklace?"

"Not exactly," Scott says vaguely.

"Ah. What happened?" He asks, dejected.

"She told me not to talk to her. At all," he replies.

I watch in disgust as Stiles takes a bite out of one of his chicken tenders. I don't know how these boys eat cafeteria food, it's repulsing. That's why I make my own lunch when I get up early in the morning.

"So she's not giving you -" Stiles starts with a mouthful of food when Scott cuts him off.

"She's not giving me the necklace!" He confirms angrily.

"Well, did you find anything else out?" Stiles asks.

"Just that I know nothing about girls, and that they're totally psychotic," Scott says.

I glare at him. "Hey! Not all girls are psychotic! At least I'm not," I scold.

"You threatened to beat me up multiple times and you just said you broke your ex-girlfriend's nose," he points out.

I'm about to retort when I consider it, tilting my head and nodding once. Okay, yeah, I can be a little psychotic. Instead, I take a bite out of my ham sandwich, avoiding the questioning look from Stiles.

"Okay, I came up with a plan B just in case anything like this happened," Stiles says, sparking some hope in me.

"What's plan B?" Scott asks.

"Just steal the stupid thing," Stiles says, as if it's simple.

"Couldn't we try at least getting to Harris?" Scott asks.

"My dad put him on a twenty-four-hour protective detail, okay?" Stiles says. "The necklace is all we got. Steal it. Thank you."

"Guys, he's watching us," Scott says quietly.

I almost choke on my food, coughing a bit as I stare at him with wide eyes but I don't look behind me. Jackson's watching us? Ah hell, not him again!

"Act normal," he orders in a whisper.

"Scott... Can you hear me?" I hear Jackson asks, obviously not knowing I can hear him. "You can, can't you?"

"What's wrong?" Stiles asks.

"Jackson's talking to me," he whispers back. "He knows I can hear him. Look at me. Just talk to me. Act normal. Pretend that nothing's happening."

"Are you trying to pretend not to hear me?" Jackson asks.

"Say something. Talk to me!" Scott panics quietly.

Stiles gestures spastically around his head, "I can't think of anything. My mind's completely blank."

My eyes narrow in disbelief. "Your mind's blank?" I ask incredulously. "You can't think of something to say?"

"Not under this kind of pressure," he says, glancing at me for a moment but then looking over my head. "FYI, he's not even sitting with them anymore."

I perk up and turn my head, searching for him. "Where the hell is he?" Scott whispers.

"Looking for me, McCall?" Jackson asks from somewhere but I don't look at him, instead, I look at Stiles. "I'm right here. So what else can you do? Huh? Can you see better? Are you stronger, more powerful? No, I knew there was no way you suddenly got that good at lacrosse. Which means you're actually a cheater, aren't you? I mean, can you even play lacrosse?"

"Yes," Scott answers, face contorted in anger and voice low and venomous.

"I'll bet my new co-captain's gonna score a bunch of shots tonight, aren't you? And while you're pretending you're not a lying cheat, I'm gonna ruin your life if you don't give me what I want. And you know what I'm gonna start with? Her."

Allison. This cold-blooded bastard. I swear, when I get a chance I'm gonna punch him.

"I'm gonna destroy any chance you have left with her. And when I'm done with that, I'm gonna get her all alone, and I'm gonna get my hands all over that tight little body."

My nose scrunches up in disgust, finding that absolutely revolting. Allison is my best friend and it's bad enough I catch Scott daydreaming about her in that way.

"Scott, come on, you can't let him do this," Stiles says. "You can't let him have this kind of power over you. Okay?"

"I'm gonna do everything you never got the chance to do, and, Scott, she's gonna beg for more. I'll bet she likes to get loud. Maybe she's even a screamer. How are you gonna feel, Scott... When she's screaming my name."

The sound of Scott's tray breaking catches everyone attention, thankfully making Jackson's mouth shut.

"I'm gonna kill him," I mutter.

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I know it's a weird ending and shorter than usual, but some chapters are gonna be shorter than others because I'm trying to split the episode into two halves.

And only three more episodes after this until season 1 is finished and we're moving onto season 2, yay!

Comment your thoughts, please. Comments give me the motivation to write and it's an author's cup of tea when the readers give positive feedback.

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