On Monday morning, I wake up later than usual and find myself running late for school. I take the quickest shower I can possibly do then gather my school things while putting on my leggings. As I put on my mint green pullover, I trip over my sneaker flats because I try putting them on at the same time as well... bad idea.

I might be exaggerating with the time, but I don't want to miss the bus and end up having to ride my parents' car.

When I finally get dressed and my bag is prepared, I calm down a bit. I then jog down the steps of the stairs and grab some toast which is left at the kitchen table. I take a bite of it as I try to tie my hair up in a neat ponytail- oh, and while attempting to open the front door. It's honestly impossible for me but hey, I tried.

With slight difficulty and almost dropping my things, I am able to open the door. I don't let go of the toast in my one hand but drop my binder full of papers in surprise when someone's face pops up.

I look down as my binder falls to my feet and I don't have the time to catch it, but another pair of hands appear, preventing it from even touching the ground. I look up at the mystery person and smile sheepishly when I find out who it is.

"Thanks, Liam," I grin.

"Perks of being a werewolf," he whispers to me cheekily and I laugh at how he jokes about it.

"Yeah, yeah, keep bragging about your skills," I scoff playfully, adjusting my things before beginning to walk.

"I was just saying," Liam defends, falling into step next to me as we make our way to the bus stop. It was just a very short walk, so we went there in silence, but I didn't mind it.

"You nervous for the scrimmage tonight?" I suddenly bring up when we arrive there, remembering that he and Scott mentioned that it would be today.

"Not really. Sort of," he shrugs. "I always feel at least a bit anxious before a game."

"True," I agree with a nod. "What school are you playing, though?"

Liam opens his mouth to respond, but then closes it with a frown.

"Uh, Liam?" I laugh at his frown as the bus pulls up and slightly familiar faces come jogging from the nearby blocks to catch up. When the bus door opens, I immediately take a step to get in.

"I must've missed the announcement," he finally says with a sheepish grin as I look back at him.

I shake my head, amused at his answer, then start to find a good seat. As always, Mason is already in one of them, so he smiles upon noticing us. The seat beside him is open, and I leave that for Liam since they're obviously closer, so I take a seat on the one behind him.

"Morning," I greet, taking my seat and dropping my bag next to me.

"Hey," he replies to us as Liam sits next to him.

When everybody had entered the bus, the door closes, and the driver right away drives towards Beacon Hills High.

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"Like, we never see him anymore, and he's always so mysterious."

"Violet's never around either."

"Hmm... wow, you're right. Didn't notice that."

Right now, Mason is ranting about Garrett's weird disappearances and how he's annoyed by them, and because of that, I noticed Violet's always MIA as well. Liam and I are mostly just agreeing with whatever Mason complains because he's known Garrett at least a bit longer, so it's not abnormal for him to be confused with his actions. Violet is just a random part of this problem since she's basically just Garrett's girlfriend.

We now walk into the school grounds, many students here already as usual. Today, all three of us are in separate classes in the morning, unfortunately, so we part ways with Mason first, cutting his mini rant short.

"I'll see you guys at lunch," he says, jogging away from us already.

I just give a smile instead of having to answer, then Liam and I continue walking since our first classes are in the same hallway.

"What do you think is up with Garrett?" Liam questions.

"I really don't know, but be prepared for more rants from Mason later on," I say almost evilly, knowing that they have many classes together.

"Wow, thanks," he tells me sarcastically as we approach the room of my first class which is English.

"Okay, I'll you later," I wave at him, stopping near the door and beginning to swing it open.

"Wait," Liam says with a chuckle, a few steps ahead of me. "Your binder."

I flush in slight embarrassment, giggling nervously as I realize he'd been holding it this whole time... that must've been quite rude of me. I walk back to him and take it from his hands. "Oh, right, thanks."

"No prob. See ya."

He gives a small grin then walks in the opposite direction, hoisting his backpack on his right shoulder, and then shoving his hands into his pockets.

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The whole morning went by really slowly. Like any other teenager, I don't really like school. But I strive to keep my grades up, and it's the time for me to focus on something normal. I'm not even any kind of supernatural creature or haven't been part of it for a long time like Stiles, and it already makes me unfocused. Sadly, I get distracted pretty easily.

I don't hang out with Lacey much, but she's a nice girl and I can talk to her about simple things. Stella, her friend, is still as soft spoken as the first time I met her, but that's not a problem.

"Where did you get your pullover?" Lacey asks me now in awe as we exit the last class of the morning before lunch.

"Er, Topshop," I reply slowly because of her tone. She must really pay attention to clothes.

"It's really cute," she grins with a nod.

"We should go shopping together one day," Stella suggests from Lacey's right.

"Of course!" Lacey exclaims, glad at that suggestion. "When we all have the time."

"That's a great idea," I add with a smile.

"We're gonna head to lunch now," says Lacey. "Do you wanna join?"

"Oh, thanks but I'm gonna meet up with-"

"Liam."

"What?" I say, taken aback.

"That's who you're having lunch with, right?" she giggles.

"Well, yeah," I turn red because of the look on her face. "With other people, of course."

"Okay, sure. " She smirks. She and Stella then bid me goodbye, starting to blend in with the other students. "Oh and don't forget, no training today because of the lacrosse thingy tonight!" Lacey adds, kind of shouting.

"Okay!" I say loudly, hoping she heard me. I even almost laugh at how she referred to the scrimmage as 'the lacrosse thingy.' She and her friend don't say anything else, so I turn around to look for any of the boys.

Just then, I do see both of them, one following the other.

"Liam?" I wonder out loud when I first see his familiar figure walking towards the main doors of the school. He's walking so fast and is starting to disappear in the sea of students, and I take note of Mason also struggling to catch up with him, so I begin pushing myself through the crowd as politely and quickly as possible.

"Sorry! Excuse me," I keep repeating until I reach the end of the hallway, pushing open the doors as the sun beats down on me. At least the sweater I'm currently wearing isn't too thick to make it hot.

There was yet another crowd of people circling something- well, probably someone. Obviously, I squeeze myself in again until I make it to the front, stumbling a bit and feeling quite relived to see Mason a few feet away from me. We simply give a look of acknowledgement before I turn my head to see what the commotion is.

In front stands Liam, his back turned to me, and another guy is before him, facing this direction. Behind him is a bus with students from another school filing out. Liam and Mason are already taller than me- that's how short I am- and then there's this guy in front of Liam, who's really taller than him. He's sort of good looking as well, but that doesn't matter, and he seems like he and Liam are rivals or something like that. The aura in that area somehow made me guess that they're not exactly friends.

"Who's that?" I ask hurriedly to Mason as the two guys intimidatingly stare at each other, talking fiercely.

"Brett, a guy from his old school," he replies. I nod in understanding, thinking about Devonford Prep and remembering that there would be a scrimmage later on. I just didn't know that it would be the very school he left.

"Is that what they told you in anger management? Apologize, and everything's fine?" Brett was saying as I and everyone else watch intently. "You demolished coach's car."

"I payed for it," Liam says back, trying to contain his anger.

"Yeah, you're gonna pay for it. We're gonna break you in half out there. And it's gonna be all your fault."

"These guys take lacrosse so seriously," I manage to say half-heartedly to Mason, who shakes his head at me, half amused and half still serious. In reality, Brett's words were very threatening.

I then then turn back to the two to see Liam clenching his fists so tightly, nails digging into his palms. My eyes widen in surprise as I notice his hands start to bleed slowly and instinctively take a step forward, but am beaten by Scott and Stiles... who else would it be?

They come bursting out from the people watching, running towards Liam and pushing him back.

"Woah!" Scott comments.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!" Stiles butts in and takes Liam's place, acting all happy. "What's going on, Prep students? Welcome to our little public high school." He then raises his hand for a hand shake, but Brett nor any of the other guys from his school don't respond. "Stiles," he instead introduces then continues sarcastically. "That's a firm handshake you got there. Uh, we're very excited for the scrimmage tonight, uh, but let's keep it clean, alright? No rough stuff out there. Alright, see you in the field."

He then orders Scott, "Go," and with that, they run away with Liam.

I watch in confusion and annoyance at their weird actions, and Scott even motions for me to follow and I sigh. Sure, I'll be glad to help them, but their plans and ways of responding to a problem are just quite... different.

"Why'd they just take him away?" Mason asks, tilting his head.

I ignore his question, saying, "Look, I'll see you in class later, okay?" Then without another word, I run away from him and towards the three boys, leaving Mason still puzzled.

I follow my cousin, Stiles, and Liam, whom they are practically dragging because he looked like he was struggling. That worried me a bit, and I didn't really pay attention to where we were heading until I was right in front of it.

"Come on, Riles!" Scott orders.

"But it's the boys' locker rooms!" I exclaim quietly, but he could probably hear me. I obey anyways and jog inside, dropping my bag on one of the benches just as I hear a shower being turned on. What the hell are they doing now?!

Luckily, as I make my way towards them, they're all fully clothed. They're forcing Liam onto the wall though, and I understand why because his teeth are bared and his eyes are glowing with anger. Of course, seeing him (and even Scott) in that form is still not a normal thing for me, so I get kind of scared, to be honest.

The boys continue to struggle as they try to calm Liam down under the shower, but he just keeps growling.

"Liam," I say loudly in an attempt to help, but I don't know if I was heard or he just didn't listen.

"You have to calm down," I try again in a more commanding way. I must sound weird, but I'm doing the best I can.

He still looks angry and quiets down a bit at what we say, but doesn't stop growling and resisting.

"Are you calm yet?" Stiles yells through the loud sound of the water.

"Liam!" I say even more loudly, stepping forward onto the tiles.

"Okay, okay!" Liam finally says. Somehow, he makes it seem so normal as he shakes his head, getting rid of the water. He then slides down the wall as Stiles turns the shower off and sits on the tiles, not even caring how soaked he is anymore. With that, we all move closer, and I bend down but don't sit.

"That car you smashed," begins Scott. "I thought it was your teacher's?"

"He was also my coach," answers Liam.

"And?" I press on.

"He benched me for the entire season."

"What did you do?" Scott goes straight to the point.

"I got a couple of red cards."

"Just a couple?" Stiles asks disbelievingly, causing Liam to look up at him, but he doesn't say anything else.

"You gotta be honest with us," Scott tells him.

"What else happened?" I continue softly yet firmly enough to know that we're serious.

"Nothing, I got kicked out of school," insists Liam, looking down and playing with his hands. "They sent me to a psychologist for evaluation."

"What did they call it?" questions Scott.

"What did they say?" I add.

"Intermittent Explosive Disorder." My eyes widen a bit at his answer, but I try not to make it noticeable.

"I.E.D.?" repeats Stiles, making me stare up at him. "You're literally an I.E.D.? That's great." He then faces Scott with a thumbs up, saying, "You gave powers to a walking time bomb."

I gently slap his leg in annoyance for he was standing up, pacing around. He really knows how to make a person feel bad with sarcasm... but then again, what would life be without a little sarcasm?

Back to the point, I face back again as Scott asks, "Did they give you anything for it?"

To be honest, I can't quite hear Liam's first answer, but after that, he adds that, "It's an anti-psychotic."

"Oh, this just gets better." Stiles smirks.

"But I don't take it."

I ask him, "Why?" at the same time Stiles says, "Obviously."

"I can't play lacrosse on it," he explains. "It makes me too tired."

"Okay," Scott thinks, "I think you should be let out of the game. Tell coach your leg is still hurting."

"No!" Liam instantly gets up on his feet. "No, I can do this- especially if you're there," he says determinedly, glancing back and forth at us.

"But Liam, it's not just about the game," I speak up hesitantly, unsure if he'll get mad or not.

"Yeah," Scott says. "We think, whoever killed DeMarco... might be on our team."

"Wait," I cut in, forgetting who that guy was. "Who's DeMarco?" Liam and I then ask in unison.

"The one who brought the beer to the party. The guy who was beheaded, remember?" Stiles informs us nonchalantly.

"We think the person who ordered the keg killed DeMarco."

At that, a look of realization comes over Liam's face.

"Liam," says Scott slowly.

"Wait, do you know something?" I question, trying to read his face.

"I-I don't know who ordered the keg," he tells us honestly, "but I know who paid for it."

A/N: I FREAKING UPDATED GUYS YAY! Haha sorry it took me such a long time to do so! I guess my common excuse would be that I've been really busy and it's true, but I'm honest right now when I say I've also been quite lazy. Sorry 😅✌🏼️ I also apologize for this chapter because I don't think it's well-written enough. I'll edit it one day, though hehe. I'll try to post the rest of this episode in the next chapter soon! Tysm for all your comments and for continuing to vote! Love you all 💗 Please don't forget to vote and comment! Thanks!