Beacon Hills was never know for terrible traffic. The only major road we had was a highway that took you around the outskirts of town, so it wasn't even like there was major traffic throughout town. The drive to Scott McCall's house, which was on the exact opposite side of town, would usually take about twenty minutes on a good day. Since I was an usually slow driver, maybe around twenty-five minutes or so. The trip would take even longer since I was in an unusual car too. But it wasn't like luck had been on my side all week, so why would today any different, and a groaned loudly in frustration when I noticed the large car accident at least 20 meters ahead.

I couldn't back up, there was a chain of cars forming behind me, plus the street wasn't that big so there wouldn't have been that much room to turn around either. There were no side streets, no gas stations, or even a driveway, so I was stuck. I frowned knowing I wouldn't be able to pick Lydia up on time, but it wasn't like I could text her. From out my window noticed an multiple police officers lingering around the scene of the accident, so I didn't dare pull my phone out of the cup holder to text Lydia telling her I would be late. The last thing I needed was a ticket on my hands.

It was still winter, and the sun was still setting pretty early in the evening. The sun was going down quickly, and before you know it, setting. I had been motionless for over an hour in the parking spot. I did eventually end up texting Lydia, but I hadn't heard a reply, and started to worry. I don't know what took the tow truck so long, but as I watch it pull away the last car, I was celebrating in my seat.

Although I had only been to Scott's house a few times, mostly for birthday parties he had in elementary school, I called upon my childhood memory and natural sense of direction and drove to what I remember to be his road. It wasn't too difficult to find, plus the fact that Stiles raggedy old Jeep was parked in the street, and the fact that Scott, Stiles, and Allison all stood in the front yard.

I stopped a few feet back because of the two people standing in the street. The one I recognized as Boyd, the other I only assumed to be the notorious Derek Hale. Everyone stopped to stare at me. But then turned there heads in the approaching direction of cop cars.

I had my windows down, when I heard it: a loud hissing sound. The memories from the other night came flooding back, but they didn't become a reality until I saw it. From a second story window at the McCall residents, a large reptilian creature covered in sickening green scales padded out the window. Scott, Stiles, and Allison ran out from the cover of the porch and stared up at the horrifying creature. My mouth was gaping open as I watch as the lizard person hissed, jumped off the roof, and scurried off into the distance.

"What the hell," I whispered under my breath.

It wasn't long after Lydia came storming out the front door of the house. "Would someone please tell me what the hell is going on!" she demanded. She looked over at my car and frowned at me. "And what took you so long Jamie!"

"Sorry," I shouted out the rolled down passenger window. "I got stuck in a car accident," I tried explaining. I saw she scoff in the porch light, and decided to pull over since the cops would be coming this direction anytime soon. I pulled the keys as Boyd picked up and tossed two bodies, I hadn't even noticed, limply over his shoulders. The one I recognized, by her fake name brand heels, and the other I recognized automatically. "Isaac," I breathed so quietly.

I only assumed he had been paralyzed or didn't hear me because he didn't turn to look at me. But I didn't fret on it too much. Because now everyone knows, that I know what's going on.

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It was late at night when I was finally pulling into Lydia's driveway. The offer to still spend the night was up, but she declined knowing she needed sometime alone, and I understood. I also offered Allison a ride to school since she had left her car in the parking lot, so she was sitting beside me in the passenger seat. To say the ride was awkward was an understatement. There wasn't much talking going on and the radio was static so it had been turned off.

Allison sighed heavily before turning around to face Lydia. "I need you to promise that you won't say anything about what just happened."

"I'll promise not to say anything about what just happened if you can tell me what the hell just happened," Lydia replied shocked and freaked out. I don't know all that went down, but I planned on grilling Allison later.

"It's kind of complicated," she started.

"Well, how 'bout you start with why was Derek there? Or where Jackson went, or what is wrong with Erica?" Lydia questioned. She spoke as if she was unsure of everything she saw. When Allison didn't respond fast enough Lydia jutted in, "Oh, do you need a minute to come up with a plausible lie?" After her going rouge, she has been very self-conscious about lots of topics, plus her behavior not only today, but the past few days have been odd.

"Part of the reason why I'm asking is because Scott and I aren't supposed to be seeing each other, okay? So, it's better if you just keep what you know to yourself," Allison snapped.

I sat awkwardly in my seat, drumming the steering wheel quietly. This wasn't my place to but in, plus I don't know half of what went down tonight so I didn't want to say something that wasn't true. But by her behavior I assumed Lydia didn't know about werewolves or the mutant lizard slithering around town.

"Fine. I'll keep what I know about you and your boyfriend—which is nothing—to myself. " Lydia frowned. She pulled open her door, but

Allison put a hand back to stop her, "Hey. He's not just my boyfriend. You get that, right?"

Lydia was getting angry and I could tell from how she held herself in the seat. "Let me go."

"Just for one second, please, try and remember--" Allison spoken, but Lydia cut her off.

"Remember what?" Lydia shouted.

"Remember what it feels like," Allison started. By the tone of her voice, I knew she wanted Lydia to remember all the times she'd had with Jackson. "All of those times in school when you see him standing down the hall, and you cannot breathe until you're with him. Or those times in class when you... You can't stop looking at the clock because you know that he's standing right out there waiting for you. Don't you remember what that's like?" Allison pleaded.

Lydia looked like she was almost in tears. I didn't think Allison was dealing her cards right, but I didn't mention anything as I continued to listen. "No," she said firmly.

"What do you mean, "no"? You've had boyfriends," Allison asked. She hadn't been here that long so I didn't expect her to know that Lydia's strong point wasn't relationships, and I frowned. Everyone Lydia's been with never treated her with what she deserved.

"None like that," she said sadly reopening the door. Before she stepped out she turned to me, "Thanks for the ride."

I smiled knowing that's what she needed right now and nodded. "Your welcome. You know if you want to talk, I'll listen."

"Thanks," she said before closing the door and storming into her house.

I started backing up the driveway and pulled out to the main road before I said anything. The look on Allison's face said it all, and I felt bad for her. I took small glances at her every so often until she turned to me. "What do you know?"

The blatant question took me by surprise. "What do you mean? That question was void of any detail whatsoever."

"You didn't freak out earlier tonight when the kanima crawled out of Scott's window. That's why I'm asking what you know. No one acts that calmly." Allison explained.

"A can-of-what!"

"It's kanima--"

"Right."

"So, how do you know about it?" She asked.

"I never said I knew of what a kan-ia-wa was," I testified. "But are you asking me the question I think you are asking?" Allison looked confused for a second, but nodded nonetheless. She must have known the secret, I mean she's dating Scott for crying out loud. I was hesitant to answer truthfully, but I nodded. "Then yeah, I know."

"That's what I thought. But how'd you find out?" she asked me curiously as I pulled into her driveway.

"I have my ways," I smirk. I didn't want to rat out Isaac for telling me, but the way Allison was I knew she would get it out inevitably.

"And would that way happen to be a certain someone?" she asked suggestively.

"Alright, alright. Isaac told me." Apparently she got it out of me a lot sooner than I thought.