The first day of school had arrived for us Seniors, I was looking forward as I would be able to finish school for the first time in forever. I walk up the stairs with Malia and Stiles, as Stiles had given us a brief description on what he had done. Which was outrageous.

"So, you ran a background check, and all you found was a speeding ticket?" Malia had asked Stiles, as we pressed up the stairs to the high school.

"Speeding ticket signed by Theo's dad eight years ago," Stiles made is case to us.

"Which means what?" I had piped up, my gaze on Stiles as he was going a bit too far with this. 

"Who speeds," Stiles asked, making us come to a halt as I stand next to Malia our gazes on Stiles. "People trying to get away from something," Stiles presses out, his eyes flickering to us.

"Well, how many tickets do you have?" Malia had asked Stiles. 

"None," he replied straight off the bat, but I cross my arms over my chest and stared at him, raising an eyebrow. 

"How many would you have if your Father didn't get you out of them?" I had asked. Stiles eyes went to meet mine, as I stared him down. 

"Seventeen," Stiles had said, Malia and I had given him a look. 

"I don't know, Stiles. I mean, I see why you're worried. He's really hot. He's got like great hair, perfect body. You should definitely feel threatened," Malia had stated, as my eyes wondered to hers making me turn my whole body to face her. 

"You can say that again," I had smugly replied, as Stiles shot his gaze over to me, not approving this. 

"Thank you. Because I do... Now more than ever" he replied his voice laced with worry as he wasn't pleased his girlfriend had said that.

"You want me to torture him? Alice could use her magic on him?" Malia had brought me into this but she stated this a bit too loudly for passing Students to hear. 

"Say it a bit louder, the people at the back didn't hear you," I had said sarcastically rolling my eyes at her. 

"No, I don't want you to torture him," Stiles had said as he didn't want such sorts. 

"I'm pretty sure I can take him," Malia went on, as I uncrossed my arms over my chest. 

"I could also take him," I smugly replied, giving off a cheeky smirk as Stiles caught wind on what I implied. "I'm off to class," I had chuckled to them, and waved good-bye, as they nodded to me and I went ahead, going to the first class of Senior year...

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For this year, I am doing AP United States History as I know a lot about it, as I lived most of it. Scott, Kira, and Lydia were taking AP Biology, but I hope they do well in their subject. Half -a-day had gone by, and I was in the newly furbished library, with Scott, Malia and Kira, as our books spread across the table, as we were doing some homework for our respectable subjects.  

Suddenly, I picked up rushed footsteps coming this way, making me turn on my seat across from Kira, to see Stiles running towards us, like he had found something out knowing. Stiles stands to the right of me and leans forward, placing some papers down onto the free space on the table.

"So you found something?" Scott had asked, as we had filled him in on what Stiles was doing. 

"Another signature," he replied, leaning a bit more forward to touch the papers. "This is Theo's dad's signature on a speeding ticket from eight years ago," he used his index finger to point on the white sheet of paper, making us all have a glance at it. "Now this is his dad's signature on a transfer form to Beacon Hills High School just a few days ago," he had pointed to the green transfer paper as it does a look a little off. 

"How did you get his transfer form?" Kira had asked, her eyes stared at Stiles, wondering how he did it. 

"Did you break into the Administration Office?" Scott asks, staring at his best friend, but I began to sink into the chair. 

"No, I did not break into the Administration Office..." Stiles began, as his eyes wondered us all, but I put my hand over my face, side-ways sort of covering me from his gaze. But I see the others stare at him knowingly, but I knew he was going to crack under the pressure. "Ok, Alice used her witchy-woo powers and got me it," he had said, as all eyes turned to me, but I couldn't sink any further into the chair. 

I peer up from my lowered gaze. "In my defence, I did it because I wanted to see that there's no need to worry," I had replied quickly to them as I lowered my hand from my face. 

"Can we just focus on the signatures, please?" Stiles pushed on, wanting to get back on topic.  "They're different," he had touched the pieces of paper.

"They're sort of different," Malia had pipped up, her gaze on Stiles. As she was right, they were sort of different but not all signatures will all be the same. 

"They're completely different. Come on. Look," Stiles leans forward, pointing to papers. "The garlands don't even match, the undulations of the sinuous stroke, totally off. And look, look at this," his index finger dragged across the signature on the transfer form. "Perfect example of the Criminal tremor," Stiles eyes peered up to look at us all.

"Basically now, Theo is Theo, but his parents aren't his parents?" I had asked, raising an eyebrow to this strange theory of his.

"Someone's not someone," Stiles had said, his eyes lingered on me, as he was so wanting this to pan out in his head. "And when I figure out who that someone really is, someone's in big trouble," I found it kind of cute that Stiles is going through all of this, and his threats are even cuter. 

"But no one's done anything wrong," Scott had announced his eyes trained on Stiles.

"Yet. If Theo's parents are both psychotic killers then obviously, we should not trust him, right?" Stiles had asked us, but you are not your parents, you are your own person. 

"My parents are Peter and the Desert Wolf," Malia had said, as she was right, but we trusted her. Her face was serious and straight as a line. We all stare at Stiles as we waited for his reply. 

"Ok," he states rubbing his forehead as he didn't imagine it going down like this as he took a deep sigh. "It's fine. You know what? I'll just figure this out myself, all right?" Stiles collected the papers from the table. "I don't need you. Or you or you, and definitely not you," Stiles had started with Scott, then went onto Kira then Malia and last on to me, making smirk at his comment as he remembers my comment from earlier. Stiles walks away from us. "I don't need anyone!" He shouts in the library as he walks from our sights, but I held a smirk on my face the whole time.

"Should we be concerned?" I had asked, cocking my gaze to my friends as my smirk had gone and my tone serious. But my eyes lingered on Scott as he didn't say anything, but the cogs in his head was turning, he knows Stiles well enough to know he wouldn't drop this until he finds proof...

I think it would be better to keep an eye on him.

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The day had ended, night was upon us, Scott and I had gone to the woods, where we had followed Stiles as he didn't want him to make a fool of himself. Scott leans against his motorbike as I stood a few inches away from the motorbike. 

Just then, two pair of footsteps had entered my ears making me spin around to see Stiles and Liam coming from the woods. "Find anything?" Scott had asked Stiles as he stops and looks at us.

"Nope," he replied quickly, going to his jeep and getting inside.

"I fell in a hole," Liam had stated to us like he was proud of it, but he was cute when he spoke it. 

"Aw, little Liam," I had gone over to him, and pulled him into a side-ways hug, as he smiles at me, his cheeks flushing with heat. Scott stops leaning and strides over to Stiles jeep, looking through the window. 

"It was the bridge where his sister died, wasn't it?" Scott had asked Stiles, as they knew more about Theo than I did. 

"Yes, it was. Very embarrassing. So were going to leave now," Stiles said, turning his key to turn on the engine. But it sputters for a few moments before the engine cuts off. 

"Son of a..." Stiles didn't finish as this wasn't his night. "Liam, just do me a favour, get in the car and turn the ignition when I say," Stiles had said getting out of the car and going to his front, as I let go of Liam and he went to the keep and getting inside. Scott had gone to the front with him and was going to help Stiles. Once the hood was up Stiles began to mess with the engine and it's parts.

"Stiles?" Scott had spoke, wanting to talk about the situation. 

"Be with you in a sec," Stiles shot back quickly. "Try it," he went on as he stopped messing with his car. Liam turns on the engine but it sputters once again and the engines stops again. 

"Stiles," Scott pressed on.

"Yes, ok? We followed him out here. What do you want me to say? That I'm a stalker, huh? That I'm crazy, totally paranoid? None of this is new information," Stiles states as his voice was raised slightly. Before he began to toy with the parts in his engine once again. 

"Now you're gonna try to at least give him the benefit of the doubt?" Scott had asked him, though it wasn't my place too have a comment in this.

"I give people the benefit of the doubt. I've given a lot of benefit to a lot of people," Stiles had replied to Scott's question as he went back fixing his jeep.

"Like Derek? Kira? Liam?"

"Me?" I had piped up cutting Scott off. As my eyes glance to Stiles as his eyes were on me as well, but they were soft for a moment, before he went back to fix his jeep.

"I was right about Peter," Stiles went on as he was right about Peter. "Try it again," he ordered Liam to try the engine once again. But the engine sputters once again and the engine cuts off. 

"You know, I bet you still think that there's something about him that can be saved," Stiles was on about Peter as Scott sees the good in everyone even if they have done wrong by him. It was just the way he works.

"Maybe," Scott had answered back. Stiles slams the metal of his jeep as he exhales, before tinkering once again. 

"Try it again," Stiles's voice was raised this time around as he was getting stressed and angry. Liam tries again but the engine sputters and it then cuts off after a moment. 

"Why can't you trust anyone?" Scott had questioned Stiles. 

"Because you trust everyone!" Stiles yells at Scott as he looked at him before turning back and raising his fist and quickly slams it down as he screams in anger. He hits the metal and hurt his hand as we watch him with caution. My eyes went soft as he contains the screams of pain within, as he hurt his hand. 

"Stiles, are you ok?" I had asked carefully.

"I'm fine," he replied but I could tell that he was in pain. 

"You could've broken it," Scott commented. 

"It's not broken," Stiles had countered Scott's comment, but I kind of felt sorry for Stiles. Scott was different from Stiles, their views on things were unalike. I took my gaze from both of them and took a few steps toward Liam still in the car. I leaned against the jeep door as I see Scott take his pain from his hand.

Scott and Stiles will remind best friends for the rest of their lives, and nothing was going to divide them from one another...