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Stiles kept a firm grip on my hand and waist as we swayed to One by Ed Sheeran. I had my hand placed lightly on his bicep, our faces next to each other. I closed my eyes and just relaxed in Stiles' arms, not wanting to think about anything to do with my parents' death, the alpha or anything of the supernatural sort.

"I love you." Stiles murmured into my neck and I could feel him smile, making one of my own form on my face. "I'm so glad I met you, you're one of the best things that's ever happened to me.

"I love you too, Stiles." He pulled apart and pressed his lips to mine before spinning me around and pressing his lips to mine once more, pulling me back into his tight embrace, swaying once more.

...

"Erica!" I called as I reached her and grabbed her hand. "Dance with me?" I asked and she beamed and nodded. I pulled her to the floor and we bounced to Break the Rules by Charli XCX, singing along loudly with the rest of the dancers. We gripped hands and spun each other around all whilst laughing.

...

"I love this song." I squealed as The Nights came on by Avicii. I was about to say something to Lydia and Stiles who were sat by me but was interrupted by a shadow standing over me.

"R-Rori, I was wondering if I could...uh...have that dance now?" Isaac stuttered and I nodded with a smile on my face.

"Of course." I took his outstretched hand and hopped up and walked with Isaac to the dance floor. We danced, happily as I sung along to the words, occasionally ducking under Isaac's arm in a spin. Isaac watched me with a smile, occasionally singing along as well.

...

I was sat down with Lydia and Stiles when a familiar tune came on.

"Doh," Lydia's head snapped towards mine and my eyes widened. "Doh doh doh, doh doh doh, doh doh." I shook my head but she jumped up and gripped my hands, pulling me up and dragging me to the dance floor. I look over my shoulder to Stiles and mouthed 'help' but all he did was shake his head and laugh. I shook my head once again as the guitar came in, Lydia already bouncing on her heels.

"You know you want to." She sang.

"No, this song is so over played, I refuse to take part in it anymo-THIS HIT THAT ICE COLD..." but I cut myself off and began belting out the lyrics, causing Lydia to double over laughing.

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"Are you okay, Lydia?" I asked the strawberry blonde whose eyes were searching the crowd for somebody.

"Yeah, I just need a break I guess." She said with a forced smile.

"You mean you need to find Jackson." I corrected and she looked at me for a moment before nodding her head.

"I'm sorry, I know you hate him for how he treated me and what he did. But I still like him and I need to talk to him." She said.

"It's fine, Lydia. Do you want help?" I asked and she nodded as I turned to Stiles. "We're going to go and try to find Jackson."

"Okay, I'll just sit here...all alone...on formal night." I rolled my eyes and kissed his nose.

"You could talk to Greenberg or Isaac-"

"I will not talk to Isaac." Stiles refused and I rolled my eyes.

"You'll find someone to talk to. Besides, I won't be gone too long, we've just gotta find Jackass." He chuckled and nodded.

"Fine. I'll see you soon." He kissed my lips gently and I smiled.

"See you soon." I repeated, giving him one last kiss when I left.

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3rd PERSON POV

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"Where the hell have you been? Did Lydia or Rori ever find you?" Stiles asked Jackson and he put away the phone he'd been trying to call Rori on back in his pocket. Jackson stayed silent and Stiles shrugged, "What? What's wrong?" He asked taking in Jackson's nervous and skittish behaviour.

"I - I was out behind the school, and I - I was - out -" Jackson stuttered and a small glare formed on Stiles' face. Could Jackson have hurt Rori? Could he have seen someone hurt her and didn't help? Bad scenarios were running rampant in Stiles' head, making him more and more anxious at the thought that Rori could be in danger.

"What happened? Jackson. What did you do?" The pale boy asked, anger become evident in an undertone of his voice.

Meanwhile, Lydia and Aurora were making their way through the lacrosse fields. "Jackson! Jackson!" Lydia cried, Rori and Lydia sharing a firm hold of each others hands. The lights behind the bleachers began turning on one by one, the best friends tightened their grips and they struggled to see a figure walk out from in between the bleachers.

"Jackson, is that you?" Rori called and the figure didn't respond. She took in the way the figure moved and the silhouette when she was hit with the realised that it wasn't Jackson. Her breath caught in her throat and her first instinct was to throw Lydia behind her.

"Rori! Lydia! Run." She heard Stiles cry and the both spun around to face him, but due to this distraction when the girls turned back around Peter was right in front of them, already having a firm grip on Lydia's arm.

"No!" Rori screamed as he bit into her, blood covering her gown. Rori leapt at Peter.

"That's my sister you bitch!" She screamed. Her wings tore from her back, her hair, body and eyes began to glow. Her now golden irises turned to slits as she glared at Peter. Lydia fell to the ground when Rori reached up and punched him as hard as she could, his head only lolling to the side a moment before he looked at her patronisingly.

"That was adorable." He commented. She went to attack him again. Peter was quick to grip Rori's throat pulling her off the ground, her oxygen quickly depleting as she gasped for air.

"Let her go! Let her go or so help me God, werewolf or not, I will freaking kill you!" Stiles shouted.

"Oh please. I don't want to kill her, only injure and maim." Peter corrected and quickly slit Rori's throat, blood already trickling down her neck as she let out a small gasp of pain, the only noise she could make before she fell unconscious. Stiles to let out a scream and ran at Peter but all Peter had to do was push on Stiles' chest to send him falling to the ground. "She'll heal Stiles." Peter told him but it didn't diminish the boys deathly glare sent his way. "I won't kill them if you just tell me how to find Derek."

"You already said you wouldn't hurt her." Stiles commented angrily.

"No. I said I didn't want to kill her." Peter corrected.

"I don't know how to find Derek. How would I know that?" Stiles cried, frightened, angry and with an almost overwhelming need to protect Rori.

"Because you're the clever one, aren't you? And because deception has a particularly acrid scent, Stiles. Tell me the truth - Or I will rip her apart." Peter threatened, gesturing to Rori.

"Look - Look, I don't know, okay? I sw - I swear to god, I have no idea." Stiles said shakily as he looked at Aurora's bloody and unconscious form. The blood was pooling and he fidgeted nervously, needing to get her and Lydia help.

"Tell me!" Peter screamed, the roar of his werewolf form being able to be heard, frightening the wits out of Stiles.

"Okay, okay, okay, look, I - I think he knew -" Stiles admitted.

"Knew what." Peter asked quickly, wanting to get the information out of the boy fast.

"Derek, I think he - I think he knew he was gonna be caught." Stiles told him.

"By the Argents?" Peter question.

"Yeah." Stiles swiftly nodded in confirmation.

"And?" Peter asked waiting for him to continue.

"When they were shot, he and Scott - I think he took Scott's Phone." Stiles said.

"Why?"

"They all have GPS now." He admitted. "So if he still has it and if it's still on -" Stiles looked up and made eye contact with Peter. "You can find him."

A/N:

those outdated references thoooooo

also I have not spell-checked this - my bad