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Harper left the classroom in tears, her mascara creating dark circles around her eyes as she kept her head down, praying nobody would notice that she was crying. Most of her fingertips were stained with the black makeup, her hands shaking as she sniffled loudly.

"Harper?" A familiar voice came from next to the lockers. "Harper, are you crying?"

Harper ignored the strawberry blonde, dashing forwards and into the girls bathroom. When she noticed nobody was inside she began to sob loudly, not being able to hold it in anymore. She slid down the wall and cried her heart out, her chest hurting so much from all of the emotions that she was feeling.

She was so overwhelmed.

Between the bite, Stiles liking her back, the way she felt in chemistry, her massive headache, Lydia and Allison, her grandma being sick, Derek being dead, the Alpha on the loose, Scott kissing her, and what he had told her, she felt sick.

She wanted to cry, but at the same time she didn't.

The door to the bathroom opened and Harper's head snapped up to see a concerned Lydia Martin stood there. Her face fell further when she saw the state that the brunette was in, instantly forgetting how she was annoyed at her.

"Go away, please." Harper mumbled, more tears falling as she hiccupped.

Lydia raised her eyebrows before locking the door to the bathroom. "If you think I'm leaving you in this state then you are so wrong, Harper Verum." She shook her head. "Now tell me what's wrong."

Harper looked up at Lydia and bit her lip, a sniffle escaping her. "I just... I don't know." She lied.

Of course Harper couldn't tell her much, since almost everything seemed to link back to the Alpha. She decided to tell her what she could.

"My grandma's really sick, I'm scared that you and Allison hate me now, and..."

"And?" Lydia quizzed.

Harper's bottom lip quivered. "Scott kissed me."

Lydia's green eyes widened. "You can't go out with Allison's ex. That's like... totally slutty."

Harper glared at her. "He kissed me! And I have a boyfriend, anyway!"

Lydia smirked slightly. "And who is this boyfriend that I, for some reason, do not know about?"

"Stiles."

"You said you two weren't dating."

"It's a recent thing." Harper mumbled, looking down. "But I don't know what to do. Scott, Stiles, and I are best friends and if Stiles finds out he will be torn. What if he hates me? Or Scott?"

Lydia pulled a smaller bag out of the bag over her shoulder. "You know what I think?" She pulled out some concealer and mascara. "I think you need to get a grip, girly. Your grandma will be okay, Allison and I don't hate you, and I'm pretty sure you could stab Stiles and he would thank you."

Harper sniffled, giggling a little bit. "You think?"

Lydia shook her head. "I know so." She passed the shorter girl a wipe. "Get rid of your eye makeup and redo it. We have a lacrosse game to get to."

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Harper and Lydia made it onto the field and saw a bunch of lacrosse players crowding around someone. The brunette didn't see Stiles sat on the bench as usual and immediately worried, following Lydia as she rushed over to stand next to Jackson.

Harper was relieved, as mean as that sounds, when she saw Danny on the ground and not Stiles. He had a bloody nose and one of the paramedics was shining a light in his eyes. Danny most likely had a concussion.

"Is he okay?" Lydia asked worriedly.

Jackson sighed. "Yeah, it looks like he just has a bloody nose..."

He looked over at Harper and tapped his own bottom lip. "Your lipstick."

Harper's eyes widened and Lydia whirled around to face her. She pulled out a mirror and Lydia began to help her get rid of it.

"Oops. Wonder how that happened." Harper spoke, mentally cringing at how unconvincing she sounded out loud.

The brunette looked up from the mirror just in time to see Stiles turn away from her. Her heart shattered there and then.

He knew.

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"Stiles! Stiles!" Harper called as she chased after him in the car park, tears stinging her eyes. "I know you can hear me, Sti! Please!"

Stiles whirled around, his own eyes teary as he stared down at her. "What do you want to tell me, Harper? That it will never happen again? That it was a mistake? Or do you want to end it all together? Were you with me to make Scott jealous, was that it?"

"Stiles, I-" A tear slipped.

The boy with the buzz cut laughed dryly. "Three days. It took you three days to get bored of me and kiss our best friend. Do you... Do you know how much that hurts?"

"I didn't kiss him!" Harper chocked back her tears. At this point she didn't care about throwing Scott under the bus anymore, she need Stiles to know the truth. "He kissed me, Sti. I pushed him off, I swear- I swear I did!"

Stiles shook his head and Harper sniffled. "Please, Sti. You've got to believe me. He dragged me into a classroom and asked me about Allison and then he just kissed me!"

They both just stared at each other for a few seconds. Harper felt like she was crumbling under his gaze. She wondered if their relationship was even meant to be if they were fighting on their third day of being together.

"Do you promise?" His voice broke a little at the end.

Harper's heart ached. "I pinkie swear." She held up her pinkie finger, connecting it with his. "He told me that you didn't like me, and that I should just leave. He was angry that I didn't kiss him back. I don't know if it's the full moon or-"

Stiles grabbed Harper's hands, forcing her to look at him. "I like you, okay? A lot. Whatever he told you was complete crap, alright? And I'm going to kill him for kissing you." His voice shook slightly with anger.

He felt so betrayed. Scott was meant to ask her if she liked him, not go and make out with his girlfriend.

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That evening, Stiles and Harper drove over the McCall household, as much as Harper didn't want to, she knew she had to help. She was one of the only three people that knew about Scott's secret, and one of them was dead. It would be somewhat selfish to leave it all to Stiles to help Scott on the full moon.

"Scott?" Melissa McCall called as Stiles unlocked their front door, closing the door behind Harper as she came in behind him.

Melissa came around the corner wearing her purple nurse uniform, her dark, curly hair tied back into a loose pony tail and her bag over her shoulder. She looked like she was ready to go out to work.

"Stiles and Harper." Stiles corrected awkwardly, the two teenagers smiling like they had just been caught going through her cookie jar.

"Key!" She acknowledged a house key identical to her own in Stiles' hand.

Stiles lifted it up. "Yeah. I had one made, so..."

"That doesn't surprise me." Ms McCall spoke calmly. "It scares me, but it doesn't surprise me."

As if on cue, Stiles dropped the large black bag that he had been carrying onto the wooden floor beneath him, the noise echoing throughout the McCall house. Melissa looked down at it and raised her eyebrows.

"What is that?" She asked slowly, looking at Harper for the answer.

Harper became flustered, her cheeks tinting red a little. "Oh, um, school project."

Stiles nodded along, smiling.

"Harper, Stiles, he's okay, right?" Melissa asked more seriously.

"Who? Scott? Yeah. Totally." Stiles scoffed convincingly. Harper watched sadly from beside him, the look on Melissa's face making her heart hurt.

"He just doesn't talk to me that much anymore, not like he used to." The older woman shook her head.

Harper gulped. "Well, he's not had that good of a week, y'know? Allison, and that..."

Melissa sighed. "Yeah, yeah. I get it. Yeah." She didn't sound very convinced but she left it at that. "Um, okay. Be careful tonight."

"You, too." Stiles and Harper replied in unison.

"Full moon." Melissa remarked as she began to search her bag for her keys.

"What?" The two teenagers both chocked, wondering what on earth she meant by that. Did she know about werewolves? Scott hadn't told her... right?

"There's a full moon tonight." Melissa clarified, chuckling. "You should see how the ER gets. Brings out all the nut jobs."

They both sighed in relief and Stiles chuckled nervously. "Oh, yeah." He rolled his eyes at himself.

"You know, it's actually where they came up with the word 'lunatic'." She patted both their arms before leaving, gently closing the front door behind her.

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Stiles opened the door to Scott's bedroom and dumped the bag inside before flickering the light on. He and Harper both walked inside, jumping at the sight of Scott sat in his arm chair in the corner of the room, glaring at them both like he was about to kill them.

"Oh, my God!" Stiles gasped, dropping the bag right after he had picked it up again. "Dude. You scared the hell out of me. Your mum said you weren't home yet."

Scott stared right at Harper as he spoke. "I came in through the window." His voice was low and filled with such intensity that it sent shivers down the teenage girls spine. She hated the way he was looking at her.

"Okay." Stiles spoke as if he was crazy, which maybe he was. "Uh, well, let's get this set up. I want you to see what I bought."

"I'm fine."

Stiles looked up from where he was rummaging through the black bag.

"I'm just gonna lock the door and go to bed early tonight." Scott spoke, no emotion whatsoever in his voice.

"You sure about that? '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 asked weakly, making strange hand gestures.

"I'm fine." Scott insisted darkly.

Harper didn't say anything. She didn't even want to look at him.

"You should go now."

Stiles' eyes flickered to the bag and then back to Scott. "All right, I'll leave." He began. "Well, look, would you just at least look into the bag and see what I bought? You know, maybe you use it, maybe you don't. Sound good?"

Scott stared at him for a few seconds before slowly climbing out of the seat and crouching down in front of the bag. He tore his eyes off of Harper and Stiles to look in the bag, pulling out some large chains.

"You think I'm gonna let you put these on and chain me up like a dog?" He spat, though he was eerily calm as he let them drop back into the bag.

Harper's heart pounded with anxiety as she watched Stiles talk. "Actually, no." The Stilinski boy quickly grabbed a pair of hand cuffs and put one around Scott's wrist, tugging him to the radiator and hand cuffing him there in only two seconds.

Scott grunted loudly. "What the hell are you doing?" He yelled, pulling against the hand cuffs.

Stiles was panting slightly as he took a few steps backwards, standing next to Harper. "Protecting you from yourself and giving you some payback."

The werewolf looked up at him in a mixture of confusion and anger.

"For making out with my girlfriend." Stiles spat, glaring at him.

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Harper sat out in the hallway, watching Scott through the door while Stiles went to go and get him some water. It had been about half an hour and Scott had give up ten minutes ago, slumping against the radiator and choosing to just glaring at them both.

"I brought you some water." Stiles announced, holding up a bottle and then a dog bowl that had 'SCOTT' written on it.

He poured the water inside it before putting it down in front of Scott. Stiles began walking back to Harper when the bowl was thrown at his back, the little water getting his waterproof jacket.

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

Stiles paused, turning around. "You kissed her, Scott, okay? You kissed Harper. That's, like, the one girl that I... You know how much I like her! My..." He began to yell but calmed down a little bit. "And, you know, for 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. 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."

"She kissed me." Scott muttered lowly.

Harper's heart dropped and Stiles froze. "What?" His voice broke.

"I didn't kiss her. She kissed me." Scott smirked.

Stiles came out into the hallway and sat on the other side of Harper, staring at her with tears in his eyes. Harper scrambled forwards, her hands trembling as she grabbed his face and forced him to look at her.

"He's lying, Sti. Okay? He's trying to get to you." Harper stroked his cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. "Please don't listen to him." She whispered.

"I know, I know." Stiles mumbled, grabbing her dainty hands in his large ones, squeezing them.

"You're a liar, Harper!" Scott yelled from his bedroom. She squeezed her eyes shut. "You would have done a lot more, too! I know it and you know it. You had your hands all over me! You would have done anything I wanted. Anything!"

Scott continued to grunt as he pulled against the hand cuffs, his wrists bleeding. "Stiles, Harper, please let me out." His voice came out soft. "It's starting to hurt. It's not like the first time. It's the full moon, I swear. You know I wouldn't do any of this on purpose. It's Allison breaking up with me. I know that it's not just taking a break. She broke up with me."

Harper and Stiles both tried to ignore him, Harper sat in between Stiles legs as she played with his hands while he rubbed soothing circles on her back. The hazel eyed boy closed his eyes for a few seconds, attempting to block Scott out as much as he could.

There was a short silence.

"And it's killing me." He spoke through gritted teeth. "I feel completely hopeless. Just, please, let me out."

"I can't." Stiles finally muttered.

Scott began to struggle, suddenly breathing heavy. "No, no, no!" It sounded like was panicking and Harper could feel herself start to panic. He grunted before screaming out loudly.

Harper felt sick. It wasn't normal to feel this amount of emotion and she was starting to breath heavily, her heart pounding out of her chest as she withered in Stiles' arms. Stiles held her, confused as to why his girlfriend was acting like this.

Scott's screaming wouldn't stop. Harper suddenly felt a searing pain in her wrist and she let out a sob, feeling frustration and panic and anger flood through her. She began to move spastically in Stiles' arms.

Stiles reacted quickly, eyes wide. "What's going on?" He panicked as she closed her eyes, whimpering and grabbing her wrist.

Harper then began to yell just like Scott, pushing Stiles away from her as she curled up into a ball and let out all of the emotions overwhelming her.

Silence suddenly came from Scott's room after a loud growl and Harper suddenly didn't feel anything anymore. She sagged against the ground, breathing heavily as she sat up. Stiles watched her, concerned.

"What the hell just happened?" He raised his eyebrows.

"It's like..." She looked down at her wrist which was covered in blood.

They both stared at it for a moment, not knowing what to say.

"You could feel everything that Scott was feeling..." Stiles finished for her.

— isaaclovesmexican
     alisha
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