I NEEDED NORMALITY.

Seriously, how big of an ask was it to have a boring life? I'd appreciate it right about now. There was too much going on with not enough time to settle in between. It was like we'd solved one problem and a few days later we had another on hour hands.

I hoped it wouldn't become a common occurrence because I'd had my fill now. If being knowledgeable about supernatural creatures just kick started an array of problems and other creatures arriving here I didn't want it. Whoever was upstairs could take my knowledge back if it meant I could return to a semi-normal life. A life free of murderous, rampage prone creatures.

I didn't want to spend the rest of my life looking through books about mythical creatures and trying to translate a Bestiary. If that were the case I'd be able to recite the pages front and back within the next few years, especially if more creatures were just going to turn up.

I sighed as I closed the book I was reading, removing the graphic drawing of the Kanima from my line of vision and I pushed the book off the bed and on to the floor. I rested my head on my arm as I lied on my stomach across Stiles' bed while he sat at his desk. I was looking through the books and he was searching through the websites but I was fed up now. I'd read enough to secure a life supply of graphic nightmares.

We'd been at this for hours and I just wanted a pinch of normality while I had the opportunity.

Looking at Stiles' back I rolled off his bed and on to my feet, walking over to his desk. I closed his laptop, glancing down to meet his confused gaze. His black brows were furrowed deeply as he looked to me with parted lips and silently I pushed his desk chair back somewhat before straddling his lap and sitting down on his knee. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, feeling him tense somewhat as his expression changed to one of bewilderment and I pressed a short kiss to his lips before I pulled away and hugged him. I buried my head into his neck and he started to run his fingers through my hair, his other arm wrapped around my back protectively.

"What's up?" He asked me curiously.

"I don't want to look at this stuff anymore. We've been at this for hours and all we've found is that it's some kind of were-jaguar from South America that goes after murderers." I mumbled against his skin, "I just want to spend time with you."

"But we are spending time together."

I pulled away from his neck while frowning and I shook my head, "With you, Stiles." I repeated, "As in have your attention."

"Oh." He nodded in realisation, "Okay."

"We've been at this for hours and we've found nothing." I told him, "I just want time with you before Scott calls us and drags us out to god knows where to do god knows what."

He reached up and tucked my hair behind my ear, "You know you don't have to get involved, right? You can stay out of it if you want."

"I know." I nodded, "But the girl who plays ignorance is always the second to die in the horror movies."

He chuckled shortly, ignoring my jab about referring to our lives as horror movies and asked me instead, "Who's the first?"

"The girl who always runs upstairs, duh." I responded and together we both laughed in amusement.

Silence fell between us and the seconds that elapsed were spent gazing at each other. Three months ago Stiles wouldn't of been able to do this without blushing and now he was holding my gaze without a tinge of pink in sight. I reminded myself that these were the moments I craved the most because they were the moments I was missing. Stiles and I rarely had time to ourselves anymore and if we did it was cut short by some sort of supernatural emergency. Now we had this moment though I wasn't letting go of it, emergency or not.

I brushed my thumb against Stiles cheek softly as I smiled at him, "I miss this."

He placed his hand over mine and nodded, "I do too."

"We don't get a moment to ourselves enough." I told him, "We should start turning our phones off.. change our voicemails to a note that we're busy and to leave a message. How does that sound?"

Stiles smiled at me as a look of adoration crossed his face. I felt my insides melting as he looked at me that way — like I was the only girl in the world right now and he nodded, "Sounds like a plan."

I smiled, "Good because my phone is already turned off."

He picked his phone up from his desk then and he unlocked it. I saw as he opened his messages and hovered over his and Scott's texts, hesitation sweeping over his face.

"Stiles." I sighed, "How many times has Scott took time away from this? Turned his phone off on you? Okay, I think we deserve some time to ourselves without getting interrupted. I'm sure Scott'll understand."

He nodded then and he turned his phone off completely before putting it on his desk, "If it's that's urgent he'll come over."

"Exactly." I smiled. A grin broke out on Stiles' face leaving me with a heard of butterflies storming throughout my stomach and I cupped the back of his neck with my hands. I guided his head forwards as I lowered mine to his and gently I captured his lips in a light kiss. Stiles wove a hand into my hair, cupping the back of my head as he took my bottom lip in his and he tilted my head to the side ever so slightly.

I let him take over knowing just how well Stiles could dominate a kiss. He had a natural talent when it came to kissing and I wondered how I'd gotten so lucky. The way his lips moved surprised me every single time. I felt like I was helping him perfect his already perfect talent of kissing and as long as I was the girl he was going to be kissing for the foreseeable future I was all right with that.

And so we made out.. for quite a while too because when we finally pulled away I was lying on his bed and he was hovering over me, his lips pink and swollen. We kept within our comfort zone though, making out with the occasional hand movement — a light graze of his hand across my stomach as my top rode up — because we knew each other's limits and we didn't push them. Stiles knew what I was comfortable with and I him and we respected that.

The rest of the night was spent lying on Stiles bed, the occasional kiss here and there as we created patterns out of the dots on his ceiling like he used to do as a child. We did anything and everything to occupy our minds, to stop us from thinking of the horror that was the Kanima lurking around town because tomorrow he'd have to return to our norm...

Supernatural creatures and hunters.

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"All right, I only found one thing online called the Kanima—"

"—We." I interrupted Stiles as he, Scott and I walked out of our first period class, "We found one thing."

"Yeah, fine." Stiles said then, rolling his eyes, "We found one thing online called the Kanima. It's a were-jaguar from South America that goes after murderers."

"That thing was not a Jaguar." Scott said to us both.

"Yeah, and I'm not exactly a murderer." Stiles replied.

"Yeah but you did see it kill somebody." Scott thought out loud, "Which is probably why it tried to kill you and it's still trying to kill you and it probably won't stop until you're dead."

"Whoa, hey, no." I said then, my eyes widening, "This thing is not going to kill Stiles."

"You know something I really begin to question this friendship." Stiles bit, following after Scott and I.

"Scott you can't be serious, right?" I asked my friend as we walked to our next class together, "You really think this thing is going to continue to come after Stiles."

He shrugged his shoulders, "I can't he sure. I mean, I hope not—"

Stiles scoffed, "Yeah, you and me both buddy."

"Look, we just have to try and find out more about it." Scott said, "How come that was all you two found anyways? You're usually pretty good with that type of stuff."

I met Stiles' eyes behind Scott's back as we walked down the hallway together and I watched as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, "Well, uh, there just wasn't much about them." Stiles tried to lie.

"Yeah." I nodded in his aid, "Even in the books, it just told us what we already knew."

Scott glanced between Stiles and I then and he arched his brow, "You guys know I can literally hear your hearts rising."

"Yeah, of course you can." Stiles mumbled in annoyance.

"Look, whatever you did.. good for you, but please spare me the details." He said to us.

"Oh, right. So when it comes to you and Allison I have to suffer and listen to you drone on about it but when it comes to me I can't talk about it?"

Scott's eyes widened then somewhat as he looked between Stiles' and I, "Wait, you guys actually did it?"

My cheeks flushed a deep shade of red and I everted my gaze to the floor as Stiles began to splutter, "Wha—no, Scott, we didn't."

"Oh." My friend said then, "I thought you had. Sorry."

"It's all right." I mumbled in embarrassment and as I looked up from the floor again I caught Isaac looking over to the three of us though his gaze was on me. He gave me a smug grin, obviously having heard everything we were just talking about and I narrowed my eyes at him as I sneered. I was half tempted to flip him off but his smug grin broadened into a smile seeing he'd managed to tease me about what he'd heard.

I shook my head at him as we passed and I followed Scott and Stiles into our next class, taking my seat in the desk behind Stiles. I put my book down on my desk as I got my notepad out and I frowned in confusion when I saw Jackson walking over to us, taking a seat in the desk next to me.

"Uh, you don't sit there." I said to him then but he completely ignored me.

Instead, he leaned forwards in his new desk and said to Scott and Stiles, "Hey, testicle left and right .. what the hell is a Kanima?"

The three of us turned to Jackson, our eyes wide but before either of us could get a word of question out Coach Finstock slammed a stack of rolled up papers on to his desk, "All right, listen up. Quick warning before we begin our review. Some of you, like McCall, might want to start their own study groups because tomorrow's midterm is so profoundly difficult I'm—I'm not even too sure I could pass it."

Lovely, I thought to myself.

"Okay, I need a volunteer at the board to answer the first question." Coach said then and an array of hands rose into the air as we turned back to Jackson.

"You wanna explain to me why Derek and his little werewolf cronies did some kind of experiment on me last night, huh?"

I shrugged, "No idea, can't of been that bad though because you're still an asshole."

He sneered at me before saying, "Paralysed from the neck down. Do you have any idea what that feels like?"

"I'm familiar with the sensation." Stiles quipped.

"Wait.. why would Derek test you?" Scott asked then in confusion, "Why would he think that it's you?"

"How should I know?"

"Do they think it's Lydia?" Stiles asked him.

I furrowed my brows in confusion, "Why would they think it was Lydia?"

"I don't know." Jackson said, "All I heard was Issac and Erica saying her name and something about chemistry."

"Jackson!" Coach yelled then. I jumped in my chair, shocked by his loud voice and I turned to the front to see Finstock standing in front of Scott and Stiles' desk, "Do you have something you want to share with the rest of the class?"

"Ummm." He stuttered, "Just an undying admiration for my-my coach."

"Kiss-ass." I muttered under my breath.

"That's really kind of you." Finstock smiled, "Now shut up! Shut it!"

He turned around and walked away from our desks and I watched as Scott grabbed Stiles by the arm and pulled him towards him, "How do we know it's not her?"

"Because I looked into the eyes of that thing, okay? And what I saw was pure evil and when I look into Lydia's eyes I only see 50% evil.. all right, maybe 60."

"Stiles, that's not a very good argument."

I sat forwards and butted in, "We know it's not Lydia because I spent the entire night in the parking lot with her when Stiles and Derek were trapped in that pool by the Kanima."

"Alex is right." Stiles nodded, "It can't be her, Lydia is fine."

Fine was a big stretch right now depending on what you were talking about. She was fine in the sense that she wasn't the Kanima but I wouldn't say she was fine besides that. She was hallucinating — seeing Peter all the time — and that didn't constitute to being fine in my eyes.

I looked to my friend as she stood at the chalk board, answering one of the questions Coach had written out but what I found was not what I was expecting to see. She'd wiped the board clean completely and instead written the same word all over it. The thing was though, I couldn't make out what she'd written and I don't think anyone else could either as she stood with her eyes scrunched closed, crying.

Coach yelled her name and she suddenly snapped out of whatever was going on, looking around to see everyone in the class staring at her.

"Okay then." Coach chuckled, "Anybody else want to try answering? This time in English?"

Everyone except Scott, Stiles, Jackson and I laughed as she turned back to the board to see what she'd written. Stiles took a picture of it as Scott leaned in and asked, "What is that, Greek?"

"No, actually, I think it is English." Stiles replied as he showed us his phone. I looked at the photo as watched as he pressed the flip button, flipping the photo and when I saw the word she'd written I felt my heart drop into my chest.

'Someone help me.'

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"Hey, I haven't seen you in these halls for a while."

Isaac pulled his head out of his locker and looked left to me, a small smile on his face. He shook his head, closing the door of his locker and I saw Erica standing besides him raising her brow.

She scoffed as she crossed her arms, "Nice try."

I gave her a pressed smile and nodded, "I actually have no idea what you're on about but thanks." I said to her, "Now can I talk to my friend please?"

The smug grin fell off Erica's face as she looked to Isaac, as if she was looking to him to tell me to go away but he didn't. Instead he gestured for her to walk away by nodding his head in the opposite direction to us. Erica scowled at me before she walked away but I saw as she walked down the hallway she stayed close enough by so that she'd still here Issac and I.

"Hey, Alex." He said to me then, "Sorry about her."

I shrugged, "She doesn't like me, there's nothing you can do about it."

He nodded then but a puzzled look flashed across his face, "I'm not sure what she's got against you."

"Well that makes two of us." I smiled. Isaac chuckled under his breath and silence seeped between us before I spoke again, "So, what's all this? Are you not a fugitive anymore?"

He shook his head, "I might've gotten Jackson to talk to the Sheriff."

I laughed then, shaking my head in amusement as Isaac and I started to walk down the hallway slowly. People passed us at a fast pace, turning around to sneer at Issac and I for walking too slow but I barely paid them any attention.

"So, um.." I began then, scratching my head as we walked. I met Isaac's eyes as he turned to me, "You think Lydia is the Kanima?"

Isaac pressed his lips together before he nodded, "Yeah, we do. Or Derek does anyways. He wants us to test her in chemistry."

"But what if I told you I knew she wasn't the Kanima?" I said to him.

"I'd ask you how you knew that."

I sighed, "Because at the game the other night when that thing was trying to make Stiles and Derek drown I was sitting in Lydia's car with her while she cried to me, all right? Issac I know it's not her."

"But she was bitten Alex." He reminded me, "And nothing's happened to her, you can't tell me that's not the slightest bit suspicious?"

I wanted to tell him that he was wrong and that something was happening to her but I didn't know how to word it. Nothing was medically wrong with her and she hadn't achieved the qualities a werewolf possessed since she had been bitten. Instead she was hallucinating, something that was most likely down to some form of post traumatic stress but you just never knew.

I shrugged, "Maybe.. a little— look, Issac, I know with one-hundred percent certainty it's not her."

He sighed before nodding, "Okay. If you know it's not her then that's fine but we still have to test her anyways."

"Issac are you mad?" I fired, "You want to give her this things venom that has the ability to paralyse a person in seconds? You really want to humiliate her that little bit more? She's having a hard enough time as it is."

He dropped his head back in despair, "Alex—"

"—No, Issac, listen to me. I won't let you do that to her. She's my best friend and I'm not having you and Erica humiliate her any more. How would you feel if somebody did that to you when the school already thought you were losing your mind, huh? It's not a nice thought is it?"

He sighed and nodded his head, "Okay, good luck getting Erica on board though."

I shook my head in annoyance and as I looked down the hallway I saw she was talking to some boy although she was looking at Isaac and I, "It doesn't matter because she's already listening." I said to him, "And she already knows how it feels to be humiliated in front of the entire class."

I noticed as Erica stood up straighter then, her jaw clenching.

Issac elbowed me in the side, "Alex—"

"It's all true." I said to him although I kept my eyes on Erica, "But she thinks just because she's had this glamorous makeover she's earned the right to be a bitch.. but no one ever earns that right. There'll come a point where boys aren't interested in her anymore because she's been round the mil and then what? She disappears back into the background like the rest of us? She'll only be right back at square one, she'll have no friends because all she's done is be horrible to anyone who tries to reach out.. it's not cool Erica."

She was furious now but I knew it was because she was seeing the truth to my words. I was hitting the nail right on the head and all Erica tried to do was pretend I wasn't but it wasn't working.

"We've done nothing to you, Erica." I said to her then, "Yet you think you have this glorified right to be an asshole just because you're a werewolf.. but here's the thing, it's the assholes who are the loneliest."

The bell rang then, a reminder that I had five minutes to be sat in my chemistry seat before I was classed as being late. I looked to Isaac then and I nodded once before saying, "See you in chem."

"Hey, Alex." He called after me.

"Yeah?"

"You're not gonna be offended if I swap partners for the day are you?"

I shook my head, "Not at all."

He gave me a small smile as I disappeared into the crowd then, silently making my way to chemistry while minding my own business. The quicker I got there the quicker I could get to Lydia and that's all that was on my mind right now. I was going to protect her whether Erica liked it or not. I'd take the damn venom myself if it meant preventing Lydia a lifetime of embarrassment. I knew it wasn't her, I just had to prove it to Derek later.

The class was already pretty full when I arrived and I noticed Scott and Stiles standing in the middle of the entrance staring at Erica as she stood at the back. One look at her face and I knew exactly what she was planning, especially when I saw the seat next to Lydia unoccupied.

Before anyone could make a move I was passing Scott and Stiles and I had my ass in that seat next to Lydia before Erica could even think to take a step forwards.

Lydia glanced to me, lifting her head out of her textbook and she gave me the smallest smile but it was a genuine one.

"You okay?" I asked her then, getting out my book as Scott and Stiles moved to take a seat at the desk behind mine.

"Round about." She nodded, "I saw him again."

I released a long breath as I nodded. I didn't know what I could say that would make her feel better about this. I felt like 'it's okay' and 'you'll be all right' wasn't going to cut it.

Before I could say anything to her though, Harris began the class by saying, "Einstein once said two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity and I'm not sure about the universe. I myself have encountered infinite stupidity." He said, patting Stiles on the shoulder as he passed him, "So, to combat the plague of ignorance in my class you're going to combine efforts through a round of group experiments. Let's see if two heads are indeed better than one.. or in Mr. Stilinski's case, less than one."

"What a lovely man." I muttered under my breath.

"Erica, you take the first station, you'll start with.." Harris said then but he stopped when he saw the array of hands that rose into the air at the chance to work with her, "I didn't ask for volunteers. Put your hormonal little hands down. You'll start with Mr. McCall, all right, next two.. Alex and Stilinski."

Harris went along and paired everyone in the class, giving everyone the opportunity to move desks. I moved to Stiles, begrudgingly leaving Lydia behind although my seat was filled by Allison. I met her eyes as we passed each other and it seemed we were on the same page and so that settled my nerves somewhat.

I dropped my bag to the floor and sat down next to Stiles as he gave me a small smile, "I talked to Issac." I said to him.

He nodded, "All right, what did he say?"

"He agreed not to." I replied, "Erica on the other hand..."

"Did you say anything to her?"

"Not directly." I said, meeting his hazel gaze. I noticed as he furrowed his brows in confusion and I said, "She wasn't with us but I knew she could hear what I was saying."

He nodded, "Well what did you say?"

"I reminded her just how embarrassing some things could be, especially in front of your class. I know it's horrible for me to say but it's true. I thought maybe it would make her see that what she was doing was wrong but if anything I think it made her want to do it more. She wants us to suffer for what she's been through and I don't understand why." I told him as I sighed.

"I don't understand either." Stiles agreed with me, "But I don't think there's anything we can do to change her."

"There isn't." I shook my head, "There's nothing."

Stiles placed his hand over mine on the desk as I looked at the back of Erica's head in frustration, "Right now we just need to focus on stopping her from testing Lydia."

"Yeah." I nodded absentmindedly, "But I think that might be easier said than done. I swear, out of all the days to change partners Harris picks today of all days."

"Well, he does have great timing we can give him that." Stiles said then, trying to crack a joke as he smiled at me.

We both knew what a lie it was and so we laughed in amusement as Harris dinged his bell on the desk, "Switch." He called and Stiles and I looked to the desk to see our experiment hadn't even been started.

"Well." I muttered, pressing my lips together, "Looks like that's gonna be a big fail."

He nodded as I picked my bag up, "Yeah, probably."

I gave him a half smile, "Good luck with it."

We all swapped stations, Scott scrambling to get to Lydia's table while Isaac took my seat next to Stiles. I kept my eyes on Erica as I took the seat next to Allison, the both of us watching her intently.

"What do you think they're gonna do?" She asked me then.

I glanced over at her noticing the way worry moulded her brown eyes and I swallowed, "Isaac isn't going to do anything." I told her, "He said he wouldn't. It's Erica we've got to worry about."

"Well what do you think Erica is gonna do?"

I shrugged, "Kill her probably."

Allison shook her head, "You say that with such nonchalance, as if killing her is a completely normal thing."

I rose my brows once as Allison busied herself in making the experiment, "That's how you know your life is so screwed up."

She scoffed, "What when a pack of teenage werewolves are trying to kill your best friend."

"Uh-huh." I nodded.

"How do we stop it?" Allison asked me desperately, "What if she is—"

"—She isn't." I told her firmly, turning my head to meet her eyes. I shook my head, "Lydia isn't the Kanima."

"How do you know?"

"Because that night it trapped Derek and Stiles in the pool I was sat with Lydia while she cried to me in her car. I watched her drive away. I walked into the school and Stiles told me he and Derek had been trapped in that pool for at least an hour before I got there."

She narrowed her eyes at me in confusion, "So why haven't you told anyone?"

"I told Isaac." I responded, "Just before this class started, he said he believed me."

"Issac?" She questioned me, "Why Isaac, why didn't you tell Derek?"

I rolled my eyes, "Oh, sorry. I don't have him on twenty-four hour speed dial, Allison."

Her eyes widened, "If you'd of told Derek then he would've told Erica and Isaac not to do this."

"Allison I only found out they were doing this five minutes before this class started." I snapped, "It's not like I had the time."

Her lips parted to respond but before she could say anything else to me Harris dinged the bell on his desk again, the chime echoing out around the room as he said, "Switch."

Wordlessly, I grabbed my bag and rose to my feet as I walked to the desk behind me. I sat down in the chair next to a boy I vaguely recognised and dropped my chin into my hand as I watched Erica sit down in the chair in front of me. She sat next to Allison but her focus was on Lydia and I kept my eyes glued to the back of my head.

"So you know her?"

What?

I glanced sideways to my new partner and furrowed my brows at him in confusion. I didn't even know his name, I'd just seen his face around the halls before.

"Allison. You know Allison?" He said then.

"Oh." I muttered, "Yeah. Yeah, I know her.. why?"

He shrugged then, "No reason. I just haven't seen the two of you talking before."

This dude was.. weird.

He smiled at me, "I'm Matt by the way."

I nodded, "Alex."

"Yeah, I know who you are."

"Are you stalking me or something?" I asked him then. How would he know if I'd been speaking to Allison recently and how would he know my name if I'd never met him? It was definitely strange and something someone would only notice if they were paying attention.

He snorted then in what I perceived to be amusement as he shook his head, "No.. I'm not stalking you."

"Good.. because that would be really weird if you were."

He smiled to himself and looked down to his table, "I'm not like that."

I nodded wearily, turning my head to look back to Lydia as Issac sat next to her. My partner went back to the experiment, doing whatever was the final step. I hadn't taken part in any of it at all but before I knew it — or had the chance to contribute — the bell on Harris's desk dinged again as he called, "Time."

"That was quick." My partner muttered.

"If you've catalysed the reaction correctly you should now be looking at a crystal."

Oh, so that's what we were doing.

I looked in the beaker seeing what appeared to be a crystal inside and rose my brows in surprise, I was impressed.

"Now, for the part of that last experiment I'm sure you'll all enjoy.. you can eat it." Harris said to us.

My partner offered it to me, "You want to eat it?"

"Huh?" I asked him then before I shook my head in distaste, "Oh, no, not really."

He nodded and took the crystal for himself, popping it into his mouth. I heard it crunch loudly and for a minute it wouldn't of surprised me if it'd broken his teeth or something.

To my surprise, I heard Scott yell out loudly across the classroom. He jumped out of his seat as he yelled Lydia's name, taking the majority of the class by surprise. I turned my head to look to my friend and saw her with the crystal in her hand, both her and Isaac looking at Scott.

"What?" She questioned him.

Scott looked around then before he sat back in his seat in defeat, "Nothing."

Lydia frowned, a puzzled expression on her face before she turned her attention back to the formed crystal in between her fingers. For a minute I didn't see anything wrong until I saw a droplet fall off of the crystal seconds before she bit into it. My heart spiked in my chest as I watched her but it was all too late to do anything, she was already chewing on it and yet nothing at all seemed to be happening to her.

Scott and Stiles glanced to me, concerned etched into their features and with a weary expression I frowned at them.

Why wasn't the venom wasn't affecting Lydia?

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It had been an agonising wait for Harris to end his class and dismiss us and during that period of time my leg had bounced up and down nervously. I couldn't believe Isaac had done the test on Lydia after telling me point blank that he wouldn't. He had lied straight to my face and if I hadn't been so annoyed by it I might've recognised the hurt that was secondary to my annoyance. I had told him with one-hundred percent certainty that Lydia was not the Kanima but he didn't listen to me.

Now she had failed the test and not only were we admittedly baffled but we faced the problem that it proved that Derek's theory of Lydia being this creature was right. He was probably making plans to kill her as we spoke and we couldn't afford for that to happen. I knew my friend was losing her mind somewhat but she wasn't transforming into a murderous reptilian-like creature every night.

I followed Scott, Stiles and Lydia into Coach's office, closing the door behind me as I thought only of where we could go from here. It was probably a bad move to leave Lydia on her own but she was with a friend I didn't know. Surely she would be safe until the end of the school day? I couldn't see Derek trying to kill her in broad daylight in a school full of people.

It was only when Scott spoke up did I resurface from my overworking mind and I frowned, "Derek's outside waiting for Lydia."

"Waiting to kill her?" Allison questioned him.

Scott shrugged, "If he thinks she's the kanima, then yes, especially after what happened at the pool."

I shook my head as I leaned against the door, "It's not her." I said, "I was with her all night."

Allison scoffed then, "Tell that to Derek."

"Alex, she didn't pass the test. Nothing happened." Scott said to me.

"It can't be her." Stiles shook his head then, confusion written clearly over his face, "I mean this is Lydia we're talking about here."

"It doesn't matter, because Derek thinks it's her. So either we can convince him that he's wrong, or.. we've got to figure out a way to protect her." Allison said then.

"Well, I really don't think he's gonna do anything here, not at school." Scott replied.

"What about after school?" She asked him and Scott sighed. I watched as Allison sighed too, dropping her head into her hands, "What if we can prove that Derek's wrong?"

"By three o'clock?" Stiles asked her.

"I can talk to him." I said then, "Tell him everything I told Isaac.. actually I need to find him, he lied to me." I muttered as I frowned to myself.

Stiles frowned at me, "I don't feel comfortable with that."

"Why not? I know him." I replied before I shrugged, "It's not as if he's trying to kill me."

Stiles sighed before looking to Scott and Allison, "Any other alternatives?"

"There could be something in the bestiary." Allison offered as an option.

Stiles scoffed as he rolled his eyes, "Oh, you mean the 900 page book written in archaic Latin that none of us can read? Good luck with that."

Allison's brows furrowed then as she looked up to Scott, "Actually, I think I know someone who might be able to translate it."

"I can talk to Derek." I said.

Stiles whined then, dropping his head back before he looked to Scott.

"Okay." Scott agreed and I noticed then as Stiles shook his head to himself, "But if anything happens, you guys let me handle it, okay?"

"What does that mean?" Allison asked him.

"That you can't heal like I do. I just don't want you to get hurt."

The three of us watched as Allison turned around and started rummaging through her bag before she pulled a cross bow out and held it in the air, "I can protect myself."

My eyes widened to the size of sauce pans as all the things wrong with what Allison had just done ran through my mind like a list. Who carried a crossbow around with them in school?

Scott paused, looking to Allison as she held the crossbow up and I knew exactly what he was thinking. He felt like he was failing at protecting us.

What?" Allison asked then as she put the crossbow on the desk, "Did something else happen?"

"I just don't want you getting hurt." Scott told her softly, "Seriously, if anything goes wrong, you call me, okay? I - I don't care if your dad finds out. Call, text, scream, yell, whatever. I'll hear you and I'll find you as fast as I can. We have until 3:00."

Allison nodded then and Scott turned to make an exit but just as he reached the door a hissing, sort of whooshing sound echoed around us and our supernatural friend turned around and caught an arrow in his hands. I gasped seeing the arrow literally millimetres away from hitting Scott in between his eyes and I turned to see Stiles holding the crossbow, his mouth agape in shock.

"Ahh—" He stuttered wordlessly, "Sorry, sorry."

I took it out of his hands and put it back on the table while shaking my head.

"It's a sensitive trigger on that." He pointed out afterwards.

I pressed my lips together as Scott reached for the door handle and I said, "I've got Derek covered, seriously. You guys just come up with a plan to protect Lydia after 3 o'clock if for whatever reason he doesn't believe me."

"Got it." Scott nodded then, opening the door and holding it for me.

I gave him a tight lipped smile before I turned back to see Stiles' hazel eyes swirling with worry and fret, "I'll be fine, Stiles." I told him then, "I promise."

He only nodded in response and I could tell he was nowhere near convinced but there was nothing I could do to convince him otherwise. I walked out of Coach's office in pursuit of Isaac, heading to him first before I caught up with Derek.

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A/N; GUYS I'M TRYING, I'M SORRY!!!! I'M JUST CRAZY BUSY RIGHT NOW