CHAPTER EIGHT: lunatic

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CASPIAN THADDEUS COULDN'T SLEEP THAT NIGHT.

Stiles had taken both him and Scott to the middle of the woods. "Okay, what wrong?"

"Your dad said that once my parents are back in town, he's going to arrest them." Caspian says.

"Awesome. So, are you living with us or Scott?" Stiles asked.

Caspian turned to him. "Wait, you mean that Noah and Melissa actually meant that I could live with them? And it wasn't a temporary situation?"

"Of course they were serious, Cas," Scott speaks, but still sounds extremely upset about Allison. "You don't deserve the way they were treating you."

"Where are we going?" Caspian asked instead, they had told him many times, that the way his parents had treated him, was wrong.

"You'll see," Stiles answered.

"'Cause we really shouldn't be out here. My mom is in a constant state of freak-out from what happened at the school," Scott speaks.

Stiles scoffs. "Well, your mom isn't the Sheriff, okay? There's no comparison, trust me."

"Can you at least just tell me what we're doing out here?"  Scott asked.

"Yes! When your best friend gets dumped--" Stiles started.

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

"All right, well, when your best friend gets told by his girlfriend that they're taking a break... you get your best friend drunk."  Stiles held up the alcohol.

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Stiles leaned back, drunkenly. "Dude, you know... she's just one... one girl. You know, there are so many... there are so many other girls in the sea..."

Caspian gave Stiles a look. "Fish in the sea."

Stiles giggles. "Fish? Why you talking about fish? I'm talking about girls. I love girls. I love 'em. I love especially ones with strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, five-foot-three..."

Scott sighs. "Like Lydia?"

"Yeah, exactly!" Stiles says, as if he was impressed. "Hey, how did you know I was talking about... about..." he giggles. "What was I talking about?"

"I can't believe you guys are underage drinking," Caspian muttered, shaking his head.

"Hey! I got you root beer and candy," Stiles defended himself, laughing. "That is the closets you're ever getting to alcohol and drugs." Stiles frowned when he noticed Scott's still upset. "Hey, you're not happy! Take a drink."

"I don't want any more." Scott says, sounding upset.

"You're not drunk?" Stiles asked.

"I'm not anything."

"Hey, maybe it's like... maybe it's like not needing your inhaler anymore, you know? Maybe you can't get drunk as a wolf?" Stiles suggested. "Am I drunk?"

"You're wasted."

"Yeah! Come on, dude. I know it feels bad. I know it hurts. I know. ...Well, I don't know. But 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 need a drink."

"Trust me, the last thing you need, is a drink," Caspian spoke, laughing at the drunk boy. "I am not going back to your house. I'm not getting in trouble with your dad."

"As-" Stiles starts, but is interrupted as a hand suddenly swiped at the bottle, picking it up.

"Well, look at the three little bitches getting their drink on," the dark- skinned man says.

"Give it back," Scott glared up at him.

"I'm actually not drinking." Caspian says.

But, the man stays looking at Scott. "What's that, little man?"

"I think he wants a drink," the white man behind the one who had taken the bottle says.

"I want the bottle." Scott firmly says.

Stiles begins to sit up, nervously. "Scott, maybe we should just go..."

"You brought me here to get drunk, Stiles. I'm not drunk yet." Scott stands up, walking towards the man as he drinks from the bottle. "Give me the bottle."

"Give me the bottle of Jack," Scott's voice sounds distorted, growling lowly.

"Scott?" Caspian questioned when hearing his voice, seeing sharp claws extended from his finger nails.

The man reached out, handing the bottle to Scott, who quickly grabbed it before throwing it across from them and at a tree. The bottle shattered upon making contact.
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Scott had walked off, Caspian and Stiles quickly following behind him. "Okay, please tell me that was because of the breakup... or 'cause tomorrow's the full moon..." Stiles says, but gets no response as Scott only opens the door, looking at the two to get it.

Scott waits for Caspian to get into the backseat before turning to Stiles.

"Going home now, yeah?" Stiles passed out on the seat.
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Caspian spent the night at the Stilinski's household.
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Caspian's foot repeatedly tapped in the floor, nervously.

"Hey," Jeremiah whispered from behind him.

Caspian turned around, confused.

"You were here that night? The night Derek Hale killed the janitor?" He questioned.

Caspian didn't answer for a moment, he barely knew the other, only knowing what he had told him a few days ago.

"Are you okay?" Jeremiah questioned.

"Yeah. Besides, I didn't even see him."

"Do you want to hang out?" Jeremiah asked after a second.
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Jeremiah had followed Caspian to his table, making Stiles glance at him, narrowed eyes in suspicion. Jeremiah smiled as he sat down next to Caspian, extending a hand to Stiles. "I'm Jeremiah. You're Stiles, right?"

Stiles keeps looking at him, suspiciously.
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"I'm telling you, I don't trust him," Stiles tells Caspian. "There's something off about him."

"You barely spoke to him," Caspian tells him.

"All right, geniuses, listen up!" Coach Finstock ordered, making all heads turn to look at him. "Due to the recent pink-eye epidemic-- thank you, Greenberg-- the following people have made first line on a probationary basis-- emphasis on the word "probationary.'"

Coach Finstock looked at his list. "Rodriguez. Welcome to first line. Thaddeus,"

At that, Caspian's head snapped up. "Me?" Caspian asked.

Scott turned to him, having been seemingly lost within his own thoughts, giving him a small smile.

"and, uh..." Coach hesitated to speak, unable to read his own handwriting. "Oh, for the love of crap, I can't even read my own writing. What is that, an "s?" No, no, that's not an "s." That's a-that's a-that's a "b." It's definitely a "b." Uh, Rodriguez, Thaddeus, and, uh... Bilinski."

At the last name, everyone had taken a second to take it in. After that quick second, Stiles jumped up, whooping and cheering when he had realized that it was his name called. Caspian laughed, hitting the other's arm playfully.

"Bilinski!" Coach yelled, annoyed with the sudden cheering.

"Yes?" Stiles questioned.

"Shut up!"

"Yes, sir."

"Stiles..." Scott called.

"It's Biles. Call me Biles, or I swear to God, I'll kill you." Stiles immediately said.

"Another thing-- from here on out, immediately, we're switching to co-captains. Congratulations, McCall!" Coach says.

Once again, Caspian cheered. "Great. The three of us, are having a terrific day already."

Of course, Jackson was outraged. "What?" He asked, shocked and angered to hear the news.

"What do you mean, "what?" Jackson, this takes nothing away from you. This is about combining separate strengths into one unit. This is about taking your unit, McCall's unit... we're making one big unit. McCall, it's you and Jackson now! Everybody else? Asses on the field!" Coach yelled. "Asses on the field!"

"Dude, can you believe this? You're a captain, And Caspian and I are first line. I'm first-freaking-line!" Stiles says, excitedly.

"I'm so attacking Jackson," Caspian grinned.
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Stiles had picked up his own lacrosse stick, plus both Scott and Caspian's. He handed each of the sticks to the two. "Are you not freaking out? I'm freaking out."

"What's the point? It's just a stupid title. And I could practically smell the jealousy in there," Scott say, angrily.

Stiles extended a hand, stopping Scott from walking. "Wait, you smell jealousy?"

"Yeah, it's the the full moon's turned everything up to ten."

"Sounds terrible. Imagine over-hearing something you don't want-or shouldn't-overhear." Caspian comments.

"Can you pick up on stuff, like, I don't know... desire?" Stiles questioned.

Caspian sighed, shaking his head in disapprovingly and disappointment. "And yet, I'm the youngest."

Scott frowns. "What do you mean, "desire?""

"Like, sexual desire?"

"Sexual desire?"

"You're disgusting," Caspian tells the two, mostly Stiles.

Stiles ignores him. "Yeah, sexual desire! Lust, passion, arousal?"

"...From Lydia?" Scott questioned.

"What? No," Stiles lied. "in a general, broad sense-- can you determine sexual desire?"

"From Lydia to you?" Scott looked at Lydia.

"Fine! Yes, from Lydia to me. Look, I need to know if I have a chance with this girl, okay? I've been obsessing over her since the third freakin' grade!"

"You are creepy," Caspian tells Stiles. "Also, Why don't you just ask her?"

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

"Fine." Scott agreed.

"Wh--? I love you. I love you. You're my best friend in the whole world!"
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"You do realize that it's creepy how you practically track her every movement, right?" Caspian asked Stiles.

"Caspian!" A voice yelled, making the other turn. Jeremiah smiled as he walked towards the two.

Stiles pulled Caspian to him. "What's he doing here?"

Caspian shrugged, but smiled back at Jeremiah. "Hey."

"Hey, I-I was wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime, maybe?" Jeremiah asked, nervously.

Before Caspian could answer, Stiles swung a arm around the younger one, pulling him into his side. "Sorry. Caspian's got homework and chorus to do."

"Oh, uh, maybe another time?" Jeremiah asked, looking at Stiles oddly before he turned back to Caspian with a smile.

"Yeah," Caspian smiled before Jeremiah began to walk away. "What's your problem?" Caspian asked Stiles.

"I don't trust him. There's something about him..." Stiles says, but was stopped as Scott sat down next to him. "Hey! What happened?"

"What?" Scott questioned, confused.

"What do you mean, "what?" Did you ask her? Did she say anything? Did she say she liked me? Did she imply she liked me?" Stiles quickly asked.

"Yeah. Yeah, she likes you. In fact, she's totally into you."

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Caspian ran at the goal, dodging the two other boys blocking the goal and managing to throw the ball into the goal. The boy moved to catch the ball, failing at it.

"Perfect!" Coach yelled when the shot was made. "Let's go!"

Another player went as Caspian went to the back of the line, turning his head, and examining the field. Jeremiah was sitting on the bleachers.

"Guess some people don't appreciate your new status there, McCall," Coach laughed, making Caspian turn back around to see that Scott was on the ground. "Who's next? Let's go!"

Scott did a flip, placing himself back on his feet.

"You got a problem with that, Bilinski?" Coach Finstock asked.

"What? Yeah, no."

"All right, you're up, big boy! Let's go!"

Except, Scott  had picked up his lacrosse stick and shoved Stiles back to get back into place.

" That's it, McCall! That's the spirit! You earn it! Earn it, McCall!" Coach yelled.

Scott picked up the lacrosse ball again, running at the two players before roughly shouldering they two. Then once getting to Danny, hit him across the face with the lacrosse stick.

"Danny! Oh, man! Danny!" Everyone yelled.

"didn't hit him that hard."

"Danny, are you okay?"

Caspian followed Stiles to Scott.

"Dude, what the hell are you doin'?" Stiles asked.

"He's twice the size of me." Scott reasoned.

"Yeah, but everybody likes Danny. Now everybody's gonna hate you."

"That's not the point! The point is that you could have seriously injured him," Caspian says.

"I don't care," Scott then walked off.

Caspian stared in shock.
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"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Caspian nervously asked.

Stiles unlocked the MCCall door. "Scott won't be able to control himself. He could kill someone this time, you saw what happened with Danny at practice."

"Scott?" Melissa questioned.

"Stiles." The buzz-cut haired boy announced. "And Caspian."

"Key?!" Mellisa questioned, seeing the key in his hand.

"Yeah, I had one made, so--"

"That doesn't surprise me. It scares me, but it doesn't surprise me. Caspian, how are you doing?" Melissa question, a sad look in her eyes.

"Oh. I'm fine. Noah grabbed some of my clothes from my house," he smiled.

Stiles threw the bag on the floor, gaining the woman's attention.  "What's that?" Melissa questioned.

"Uh, school project..."

The woman hummed in reply, "Stiles, he's okay, right?"

"Who, Scott? Yeah, totally..."

"He just doesn't talk to me that much anymore. Not like he used to."

"Well, he's had a bit of a rough week..."

"Yeah. Yeah, I get it. Yeah." She forced a smile. "Um, okay. Uh, be careful tonight."

"You, too." Both Stiles and Caspian tell her.

"Full moon." She says.

Stiles looked up, alarmed as Caspian's looks panicked. "What?"

"There's a full moon tonight. You should see how the ER gets-- brings out all the nutjobs," Melissa explained.

" Oh. Right..."

"You know, it's, um, actually where they came up with the word "lunatic."" Melissa says before she walks out the door.
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When Caspian and Stiles entered Scott's room, flicking on the light only to stumble back when seeing that Scott was seated on a chair by the window.

"Oh, my God! Dude, you scared the hell out of me! Your mom said you weren't home yet," Stiles says.

Scott has a blank look on his face. "I came in through the window."

"Okay. Uh, well, let's get this set up. I want you to see what I bought," Stiles bends down to open the bag.

"I'm fine. I'm just gonna lock the door and go to bed early tonight."

"I don't think that's a good idea," Caspian says.

"'Cause you've got this kind of serial killer look going on in your eyes, and I'm hoping it's the full moon taking effect, 'cause it's really starting to freak me out," Stiles continued.

"I'm fine. You should go now." Scott demanded of the two, stop with the blank look.

"All right. I'll leave," Stiles shifted, as if to get up but stopped. "Well, look, would you just at least look in the bag and see what I brought? You know, maybe you use it, maybe you don't. Sound good?"

Scott got up from the seat, walking over before crouching down and lifting up the chains. When he speaks, it's with a cold tone. "You think I'm gonna let you put these on and chain me up like a dog?"

"Actually, no..." Stiles grabbed Scott's hand, pulling his towards the radiator before cuffing him there.

"What the hell are you doing?" Scott yelled, pulling at the restraints.

"Protecting you from yourself... and giving you some payback... for making out with Lydia." Stiles revealed.
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Stiles re-entered the room, a smug smile on his face. "I brought you some water." He lifted up a dog bowl, pouring the water from the plastic water bottle into the bowl before placing it on the ground.

Stiles turned around, walking back it the door when Scott lifted the bowl, throwing it at him. Caspian dunked down, moving out of the way with hands over his head.

"I'm gonna kill you!" Scott growled.

"You kissed her, Scott! Okay? You kissed Lydia. That's, like, the one girl that I ev--" Stiles cut himself off. "And, you know, 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.-"

"Come on, he isn't himself." Caspian says softly, trying to defend Scott.

"-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"-- Stiles continued.

"She kissed me." Scott interrupted.

That had made Stiles pause, looking at Scott in hurt. "...What?"

"I didn't kiss her-- she kissed me. She would have done a lot more, too. You should have seen the way she had her hands all over me. She would have done anything I wanted. Anything!" Scott yelled as both Caspian and Stiles left the room.
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Both Stiles and Caspian had stayed outside of Scott's room, backs to the wall.

Scott was grunting in pain. "Stiles, please let me out. It's the full moon. I swear. You know I wouldn't do any of this on purpose." For a quick second, it was silent. "Caspian? Please. Let me out. It's starting to hurt.  It's not like the first time. It's the full moon. It's Allison...breaking up with me. I know that it's not just taking a break. She broke up with me."

"And it's killing me." Scott adds after a second.

Caspian looked up, worried.

"I feel completely hopeless. Just, please, let me out."

"We can't," Stiles lowly whispered.

Caspian covered his ears, pressing down to try and cancel out the noise of his best friend's pain screams.
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No matter how hard Caspian pressed down on his ears, he could still hear Scott's screams.

But, suddenly, he stopped.

"Scott, are you okay?" Stiles questioned after a second of silence.  "Scott?"

The two got up, Stiles pushing open the door. But, once the door was opened, that had seen that Scott was no longer in the room. The handcuffs were tossed to the floor, a small amount of blood where they laid.

Stiles and Caspian ran out the door.
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Stiles was driving around, coming to a slow down when they noticed the ambulance and a cop car. Stiles stopped the car, immediately getting out. Caspian stumbled to unbuckle his seatbelt, getting out of the car. "Noah?" He called out.

Both he and Stiles began to search the crowd, Caspian freezing when seeing the body rolled out.

"Had anyone seen my...had any some seen my dad?" Stiles asked,pushing pass the cop that had grabbed him and staring at the body covered by the cloth.

"Stiles. Caspian," Noah's voice rang out behind him. "What are you two doing here?"

Caspian and Stiles moved forward, wrapping the older one in a hug, before Caspian went to take a step back, unsure before Noah pulled him back into the hug.
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Captain glanced around, having an odd feeling.

"Are you alright, Caspian?" Noah asked, which made Caspian snap his head towards him.

"Huh? What? Yeah. It's just...I feel..." Caspian says. "It's probably nothing." Caspian dismissed.

He felt as if he was being watched.
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