I HAD NO IDEA how I found myself wound up in a car chase. It wasn't what I had planned for my Sunday night with Stiles but here we were. I was stuck in the middle of Scott's poorly thought out decision to pin Derek for several murders thinking he was dead but he wasn't dead and now he was literally the most wanted criminal in the state. I had been begging Derek to let me test out his Camaro for ages but this was not how I excepted my first time in the drivers seat to go.

Now I was a good driver — or at least I thought I was — but by the snide remarks Scott and Stiles were making about how I was driving us to our death I was starting to think that I maybe wasn't the best. At least not under pressure anyways.

I checked the rear-view mirror again, my fingers gripping tightly around the steering wheel as the car engine revved loudly. The two cars tailing me weren't holding up but they weren't getting any faster either. The second car grew closer, driving along side the first car and I checked it out in the mirror.

"Oh my god." I muttered in annoyance, looking back to the dark road again.

"What?" Scott and Stiles both asked me quickly.

"That second car." I groaned, "The silver one?"

It sped up, overtaking the car that was behind me originally and edged forwards towards the back of Derek's Camaro. If it drew parallel with us I wouldn't put it passed it to ram into the side of us and then it was game over, especially when we crashed and they saw the three of us sitting in the drivers seat. It would give away that we knew Derek, therefore insinuating that either Scott or Stiles was the Beta they were looking for.

Stiles was looking out the back window, "Is that—?"

"Yes." I said in annoyance, "That's my dad. The fricken moron he's going to kill us."

"Well he does think we're Derek." Scott resonated.

"Alex you need to speed up, he's almost in parallel with us." Stiles told me.

"You want me to go faster?" I asked him, not taking my eyes from the road.

"Much faster."

I nodded once, "You're gonna wish you didn't say that." I said to him, putting my foot flat to the floor and pushing the gas peddle. The engine of the car revved loudly and we flew down a bump in the road. I drove between the two lanes of the old dirt road on the outskirts of town, thankful that no one ever used them.

"How did we get ourselves into this again?" I asked my two friends through my teeth as I gritted them.

Scott gripped to the passenger side of the door, "Well—"

"—Wait, I remember now." I said sarcastically, "You pinned three murders on Derek.. again."

"Yeah, yeah. I'm not proud of it." Scott reminded me.

"Now we're stuck in the middle of a car chase because he was spotted." I told him, "So congratu-flipping-lations Scott. You're a genius who's about to get us killed."

"Alex, I really don't think you're understanding the concept of a car chase here." Stiles said to me nervously.

I pressed myself into the back of the drivers seat, locking my arms as I held the steering wheel, "Oh, no. I understand perfectly."

"Then speed up." He exasperated.

"I'm trying not to kill us!"

"If she goes any faster she'll kill us!" Scott said to him.

"Well, if she doesn't go faster they're going to kill us!" Stiles retaliated.

"You know this car is fast but it's not that fast, right?" I asked them both, "My foot is on the floor."

"Well, then.. just keep it there." Stiles said to me.

I shook my head while keeping my eyes on the road as I drove through the dark streets. The only sound around us was the revving of the engine until Stiles spoke again with surprise, "They're gone."

"What?" I echoed, looking in the rear-view mirror to see both my dad and the other car no longer tailing us.

Scott turned back in his seat to get a better look and Stiles turned the radio he had tuned into the stations frequency on.

"All units, the suspect is on foot heading into the iron works."

Sheriff Stilinski's voice was loud and clear as it came through the radio and I pressed my lips together in annoyance, shaking my head. I exhaled deeply, "You better hold on to something." I said to them both before twisting the steering wheel sharply and putting the full lock on. The back end of the car skidded round as I pulled a 180 degree turn before speeding back in the direction we came from.

"Okay, Alex, you're going to kill us!" Stiles yelled.

"Yeah? I thought we'd just established that." I asked him sarcastically, turning right down a side entrance into the steel works.

"Oh my god." I heard Scott mutter under his breath as I drove down the narrow road in the iron works.

"Scott get into the back." I ordered him quickly.

His eyes widened incredulously, "What?"

"Get in the back!" I repeated louder.

Derek's car only had two doors and there was no way he'd be able to climb in if Scott was sitting in the passenger seat.

"Now, quickly!" I hurried him.

Scott quickly scrambled into the back and he fell partially on to Stiles as I pressed the break sharply. I found Derek immediately, hiding behind a forklift truck and I leaned over as the car screeched to a stop and opened the passenger door from the inside, "Get in!" I yelled to him, hurrying him over.

Derek met my eyes before looking up towards something in the iron works and he dashed over to the car quickly just as shots were fired at us.

I jumped immediately as a bullet bounced off the top of the car and Derek slammed the door shut, "Go!"

I pushed my foot down on the gas peddle again, the tyres screeching loudly as we sped off. The bullets were still being fired at us as I disappeared out of the iron works and out on to the street, driving at an unreasonably fast speed.

"What part of laying low don't you understand?!" Scott exasperated in anger, leaning forwards between the two front seats to look at Derek.

"Damn it!" He yelled, hitting the dashboard in frustration, "I had him!"

"Who the Alpha?" Stiles asked seriously, also pushing his head through.

"No the muffin man." I snorted sarcastically turning to him for a fraction of a second before I looked back to the road.

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

"Woah—hey, they're just doing their jobs." Stiles defended them and I caught the deadly glare Derek shot his way in response.

"Yeah, thanks to someone who decided to make me the most wanted fugitive in the entire state!"

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

"It was more than dumbass." I reminded him.

"All right!" Stiles yelled loudly to intervene before he turned to Derek, "How did you find him?"

Derek scoffed in response before looking out of the window and Scott spoke, "Can you try to trust us for at least half a second?"

"Yeah, all of us." Stiles butted in. Derek turned to Stiles and glared at him and he nodded in defeat, "Or just them, I'll be back here."

"Oh, me he trusts." I said to my two friends, "He'll tell me."

Derek shook his head in annoyance before saying, "Look the last time I talked to my sister she was close to figuring something out. She found two things, the first was a guy named Harris—"

Stiles sat forwards again in between the two seats, forcing Scott out of the middle, as he poked his head between Derek and I, "Our chemistry teacher?"

"Oh that bastard." I cursed under my breath.

"Why him?" Scott asked, pulling Stiles back somewhat.

"I don't know yet." Derek said.

"What's the second?"

The oldest of the four of us reached into his pocket as I continued to drive down the road and he pulled a scrap piece of paper out of his jacket pocket. He opened it for us to see and I took my eyes from the road for a second to look, "Some kind of symbol."

I didn't look for long but I could see clearly what looked like an animal that resembled the Alpha and it was in a weirdly shaped pendant.

"I don't want to be the one to say it." I began hesitantly, "But that animal looks a lot like the Alpha."

"I was just thinking the same." Stiles agreed with me.

Behind me I heard Scott groan quietly and he hit his head into the back of my chair. Derek turned to him with an arched brow, "What? You know what this is?"

"I've seen it.. on a necklace." Our friend responded before dropping his head on the head rest again, "Allison's necklace."

"Oh." I muttered, looking from the road and back to the symbol again, "Yeah, that's a problem."

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The temperature had dropped drastically over the last couple of days and it was something I was not handling well. I was waiting outside of school — by the bike racks — for Scott with Stiles, meeting up with him for our first class of the day. As always, Stiles had drove me in but Scott had opted out of a lift this morning and instead informed us he was biking in. I didn't mind except he was five minutes late to meet us and I was starting to freeze.

"Where is he?" I muttered, looking around the parking lot as I rubbed my arms in an attempt to produce warmth.

"He'll be here soon, look!" Stiles said to me and I glanced over to see him pointing at our friend biking down the road, "He's here."

We watched as Scott got off his bike and pushed it into the rack, chaining it to the metal.

"Well it's about time." I said to my friend, looking at the nonexistent watch on my wrist, "I'm freezing my ass off and you're late."

"Thanks for the record of time keeping, Alex, I hadn't noticed I was late." Scott grumbled in response.

"Hey, man, you all right?" Stiles asked him tentatively, seeing the grumpy expression on our friends face.

"No. I'm stressed out about this whole Allison thing."

"You mean the necklace thing?" I asked him, walking between the two boys as we headed into the school.

"It's all the same." Scott responded, grabbing the door handle as a girl held it open for him to pass through, "I can't get the necklace."

"Uh, you kind of have to." Stiles replied.

I passed through the door and held it open for Stiles as Scott looked back to us, "This is gonna be impossible, you know?"

"It's only impossible if you tell yourself it's impossible." I replied smartly with a nod of my head.

Scott hesitated, recoiling with a confused frown and from my right Stiles said, "Look, why don't you just ask her if you can borrow it?"

"How?" Scott asked incredulously.

"It's easy, 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'—"

"—You're not helping." Scott snapped.

"Why don't you just talk to her?" Stiles suggested.

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

Stiles stopped in the corridor and turned to us, "That's what you— 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." The both of us turned to Scott as he didn't reply and saw he looked spaced out. I rolled my eyes while groaning as Stiles slapped his shoulder, "You're thinking about her in the shower, aren't you?"

"Yeah." He sighed in defeat.

"All right, stay focused, okay? Get the necklace, get the Alpha, get cured, get Allison back. In that order, got it?" He asked grabbing my hand as he pulled me away.

"Bye, Scotty! I believe in you." I called to him.

We left Scott standing in the hallway looking like a lost puppy as he nodded to himself and I followed Stiles down the hallway, "What class do you have?"

"Math." I replied in annoyance, "Why?"

Stiles shrugged, still holding to my hand, "I'm gonna walk you."

"Aw." I smiled, "How sweet of you."

"I don't appreciate your sarcasm, all right. I'm trying to be romantic here." He said to me.

"Okay, I'm sorry." I chuckled, "I guess your sarcastic ways are rubbing off on me."

He scoffed, "So you're trying to pin this on me?"

I shrugged innocently, "If the shoe fits?"

Stiles narrowed his eyes, "Why you—"

The bell sounded, interrupting him, and i tugged him towards me by our hands and pressed a short kiss to his lips, "Okay, go, otherwise you'll be late for your lesson."

"I don't care."

"Stiles, my class is only down the end of the hallway." I urged him softly, "Go, I'll come find you after class."

"Promise?"

I snorted, "Like I've got anyone else to hang out with."

He gasped while lifting a hand to his chest, "Are you just using me? Oh, Alex, the pain."

"Go away." I shoved him lightly as I laughed in amusement, "God, you're so annoying."

He walked back, away from me but still facing me, "That is my middle name."

I rolled my eyes playfully and turned, walking down the corridor to my class but not before glancing back. He was standing still as he watched me, the expression on his face much similar to Scott's when we had left him daydreaming about Allison in the shower. I chuckled in amusement and waved at him, "Bye, Stiles."

He waved at me lightly and I turned and walked away from him and into my first class. I found myself completely unable to concentrate, instead thinking only of Stiles. My brain was a clouded ball of mush and I couldn't scrape one ounce of concentration to get me through this class. Not even Lydia and her idle chatter could pull me out of my daze as I nodded along to everything she was saying to me.

It was like her lips were moving but I couldn't hear a word she was saying to me as she spoke. I couldn't read the questions on the board and process them to work out and answer them. All I could think about was Stiles.

The class passed pretty quickly but I think it was due to my lack of concentration that made it fly over. When our teacher dismissed us I bid goodbye to Lydia with the hopes of finding Scott and Stiles to meet up with them, wherever they might've been. I was pretty much just aimlessly wandering round the hallways knowing that Stiles had come from biology — a class we didn't share together — and so I hung around that general area but I was yet to see him.

I sighed in defeat somewhat as I searched the crowd of people in the busy hallway before I pulled my phone out of my jacket pocket. I unlocked it, searching for Stiles contact name when I heard someone calling my name. I looked up and frowned, taken aback as I saw Jackson standing in front of me. I hadn't a clue what he was doing approaching me given we hadn't spoke since last Wednesday night. It was a bad night and I remember almost hitting him in the face.

So while I had no idea what he wanted I couldn't say I was thrilled to see him.

"Um, hi?" I said to him, my voice a mirror of the confusion I was feeling.

He smiled at me but it wasn't genuine. In fact it was almost like a smile that said 'I know something you don't' it was like he was trying to taunt me maybe? It was fake though, I knew that much, "Hey, Alex."

He was massively throwing me off and I furrowed my brows together, waiting for him to say anything else but he didn't, "Can I help you?"

He pulled his lips downwards as he pulled a face of thought before he shrugged, "No, I don't think so."

"Okay." I nodded slowly. I was even more confused now than what I was before, "Well, I've got to go—"

"—I know what you're hiding."

I met his eyes again, those bluey-green eyes that screamed smug. He was smirking now, seemingly thrilled with himself after what he had said to me but I didn't have a clue in what he was talking about.

I shook my head in confusion, "I'm afraid you're going to have to elaborate, Jackson. I can't read your mind."

"I know what McCall is and I know you know too. I know you're helping him hide it." He said to me.

My heart stilled in my chest, dropping so far down into my stomach I was almost sure it was falling out of my ass. There was no way he was being serious right now. It was impossible.

I narrowed my eyes somewhat, tilting my head as I replied, "I have no idea what you're—"

"—You know that's exactly what Scott said when I approached him." He chuckled sarcastically, "I know Alex. I know what he is, I know what Derek Hale is .. and I know that that thing in the video store knew who you were and he knew what was on the back of my neck. Hey, maybe you're one of them too?" He suggested, "Makes sense as to why that thing helped you instead of killing you, right?"

I gritted my teeth together then, trying to contain my annoyance, "You don't know what you're talking about."

He nodded to himself, "I mean it explains why you're always so quick to get so wound up—"

"—No, that's just because you infuriate me." I snapped in response.

"It makes sense." He continued, ignoring me, "McCall is one, Derek is one, you're one." Then he feigned a gasp, "Does Stilinski know? Wait, is that even a question? Of course he does."

I could feel my hands shaking at my sides, my legs growing numb as he continued to press my buttons repeatedly.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Whittemore. Maybe you hit your head? Hopefully you've got a brain injury." I snapped in irritation.

He only found amusement in my anger and he chuckled again, stepping closer towards me. I wanted to take a step back but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing he was pushing me and so I stayed put.

"I know." He persisted.

"Okay." I nodded, clenching my jaw as I changed my tactic, "If you think you know then you can enlighten me because I have no idea what you're taking about. What do you know?"

"I know what Scott is."

"So you've said." I smiled sarcastically, "But unfortunately it doesn't shed any light on the situation for me so you're going to have to give me a bit more than that."

And then he dropped his voice to a whisper and the smirk that claimed his lips gave me the urge to punch him in the face, "I know McCall is a werewolf."

I looked over his shoulder, unable to meet his eyes as he told me. It was what I'd been probing him to do thinking he was on the completely wrong path but he wasn't. He was bang on the money and it infuriated me. I was unbelievably angry.

Before I even had the chance to stop myself I grabbed two fistfuls of his shitty leather jacket and I shoved him against the wall of lockers closest to us. The bang echoed loudly and the noise in the corridor created by the people surrounding us disappeared. All eyes were on us as I seethed at Jackson in anger but he seemed to be getting the biggest kick out of this.

"Want me to shout it out?" He questioned me, narrowing his eyes as he threatened it, "Because I will."

I pressed my finger into his chest, "You're not going to say anything."

He nodded with a smug grin, "So I'm bang on the money, aren't I?" He asked me before he laughed, "McCall is actually a werewolf and so are you."

I wanted to kick myself at how stupid I had been. I'd fallen straight into his trap and given him exactly what he wanted. He knew that if he pushed me enough he'd be able to get me to admit it and it only angered me further.

I was glad that everyone had gone back to their business, ignoring what was going on between Jackson and I because it meant that they didn't hear our conversation.

"I'm not one of them." I told him lowly.

He shrugged, "I don't believe you."

"You have no idea what you're getting yourself into, Whittemore." I warned.

"Oh, but I do." He nodded, "And I'm going to tell you exactly what I told Scott... I want in. I don't care whatever it is I have to do."

"You don't." I shook my head, "You'll regret it."

"No, I don't think I will." He told me, "You help me get what I want and Stilinski's dad doesn't find out about you, otherwise... well, you can figure it out for yourself."

My nostrils flared in anger and I released my grip on his jacket, glaring at him heatedly. I made my move to walk away after a short moment of just glaring at him but before I left I did the only thing I could think of.

I kneed him in the balls.. hard.

He groaned in agony, holding to his private area as he doubled over and again everyone turned to us in the hallway. I only took a small amount of satisfaction from his pain though and I was disappointed but before he could compose himself I walked away from him, storming through the corridors to find Scott and Stiles.

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It was lunchtime before I found Scott and Stiles again and I walked over to the table they were sitting on in the cafeteria before dropping my bag on to the table in anger. It created a loud thud and everyone on the table and on tables around it all looked at me. I ignored them, sitting down on the bench opposite the two as they ate and leaned in, "Would one of you like to explain to me how Jackson knows Scott is a werewolf?"

Both of their mouths fell open and they glanced to each other wordlessly.

"Well?" I snapped.

"He doesn't know for certain." Stiles told me, "He just implied it."

"No, he knows for certain and I'm fricken sure of it because he said the word to me." I told him.

Scott groaned in despair, "God this is a mess." He muttered, "First Allison, now this."

"Please tell me you got that necklace, McCall because he thinks I'm a werewolf too."

"He what?" Stiles asked me incredulously.

"Uh-huh." I said to him, "Said he wants in."

Scott sighed, "I can't believe this."

"Me neither." I fumed before I looked down to Stiles plate, "Is that macaroni?"

"Yeah, I—" He didn't get the chance to finish as I picked his fork up and put a load of the pasta on to it before shoving it into my mouth, "—You can have some, feel free to eat my food." He said sarcastically.

"We need a plan to get this necklace, pronto." I told my two friends.

"Yeah and before the game tonight if we wanna play." Scott said, looking to Stiles.

I stopped chewing and frowned as I looked to Stiles, "You're playing tonight? Since when?"

"He's first line." Scott said in confusion as he glanced to Stiles.

Stiles gulped and turned to me, "I—I didn't tell you?"

"No you didn't tell me, why didn't you tell me?"

"I—uh." He muttered before blowing his cheeks out, "Well to be honest it completely slipped my mind, we had the full moon to deal with." He said, turning to Scott before he looked back to me, "And then we.. you know."

"Yeah, I know." I nodded.

"I just didn't want you to think any different of me because I made first line incase Coach benched me again." He admitted.

"Stiles." I sighed, "Do you seriously think I would think any different of you if you got benched again? I don't care about lacrosse, all right. I don't care if you're the best player on the team or not on the team at all. You could be in chess club and I'd still like you all the same."

He nodded then, seemingly feeling better about what I'd said, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

"God, don't apologise." I replied, "It's all right."

"Okay." Scott nodded, "Now we've got that out of the way can we talk about how we're going to get the necklace?"

"Right, yeah." Stiles nodded as he grabbed his water and unscrewed the cap, "I came up with a plan B."

"Which is?"

"Just steal the stupid thing."

I nodded in agreement, "Seems like a good idea."

Scott looked between Stiles and I before saying, "Couldn't we at least try getting to Harris?"

"My dad put him on a 24-hour protective detail, okay?" Stiles said to him, "The necklace is all we got. Steal it. Thank you."

He took a mouthful of his water and I went in for another forkful of his macaroni cheese as Scott turned to us again, "You guys.. he's watching us."

"Who?" I asked through a mouthful of food. I turned around as Scott squirmed under pressure and met Jackson's eyes as he glared at us. He was sitting with Lydia and Allison, completely uninterested in what was being said between the two girls.

I rolled my eyes in annoyance at him and turned back around to see Scott and Stiles very on edge, "Oh you guys are making it worse." I said to them, "Just act normal."

I continued borrowing food off Stiles plate until he held his hand out for his fork and I passed it over to him. I picked up a chicken strip and tore into it as we continued to act normal although I kept my eyes on Scott as his eyes widened.

"What's wrong?" Stiles asked.

"Jackson's talking to me. He knows I can hear him."

Stiles jaw dropped somewhat and he glanced fleetingly over at Jackson until Scott slapped his arm lightly, "Look at me. Pretend that nothing's happening.. say something talk to me!"

Stiles threw his arms around as Scott panicked, "I can't think of anything. My mind's a complete blank."

"Your minds blank? You can't think of something to say?" Scott asked him incredulously.

"Not under this kind of pressure."

"Oh god." I groaned, "Scott look at me."

"He's not even sitting with them anymore." Stiles pointed out.

Scott looked around desperately, "Where is he?"

"It doesn't matter." I told him as he panicked, "Just look at me and nod, okay? Smile, pretend I'm telling you a joke." I instructed him, "Ignore him, focus on Allison and Lydia's conversation if you have to."

"I can't." He stressed, "He's still talking to me."

"Scott?" I asked him, leaning forwards.

He grasped the small water bottle in his hands and the plastic crinkled as he brought it up to his lips and sipped it. His entire body had tensed up.

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

He grabbed a hold of his dinner tray then and it shook because of how hard he grasped it.

"Scotty?" I tried again.

And then he snapped his tray in half, the loud snap echoing across the dinner hall. Everyone turned to him and my eyes widened as did Stiles' as Scott sat there, not moving a single muscle.

God, this was a mess.

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