IT WAS A NEW day and Selena was at morning cheer practice, pretending none of her problems existed. She felt exhausted from warm up to close, but was convinced it was strictly psychological now that she was pregnant. Afterwards, Selena was guzzling water with one hand on her hip.

"Koury," Coach Grover closed in on her. Selena quickly lowered her bottle, wiping any water on her lips.

"Yes, ma'am?" she asked curtly.

"Take these to the man," Grover held out a manila folder. Selena, and everyone else, knew that when Grover said the man she meant Coach Finstosck. Teacher and coach of the lacrosse/track teams. Him and Grover had a long-term hatred for one another, although dozens of students had placed bets on how long it'd be before they hooked up.

"Will do," Selena nodded and accepted the few pieces of paperwork.

Her blonde pony tail flopped up and down as she jogged to the locker room ahead of a few other girls. From inside she changed back into her outfit for the day—a short jean skirt, pink crop top, and fluffy tan jacket.

Selena thumbed through the couple pages on her way to the boy's locker room, growing uninterested when she saw it was simply about some students transferring from her gym to his. She did snicker, though, when she read the vulgar insult written on the inside.

Selena slipped into the locker room, approaching Coach's office. She stopped outside when she heard someone talking inside.

"Are you afraid of getting hurt, McCall?" Bobby Finstock's usual brash and aggressive voice was heard asking, simultaneously establishing who was in there with him.

"No, I'm—having some issues dealing with aggression," Scott sputtered out. Selena's brows pursed, her arms crossing as she listened on.

"Well, here's the good news. That's why you play lacrosse," she could picture Coach with a psychotic grin on his face, "Problem solved."

"Coach, I can't play the game tomorrow night," Scott didn't even sound like he wanted to sit it out.

"Listen, McCall, part of playing first line is taking on the responsibility of being first line. Now, if you can't shoulder that responsibility, then you're back on the bench until you're ready," Coach threatened lightly.

"If I don't play the game, you're taking me off first line?" Scott sounded gobsmacked.

"McCall, play the game."

Scott was a bit startled to see Selena standing there when he exited. She just raised a brow at him before ducking into Coach's office.

"Got papers for you from Coach Grover," Selena smiled sweetly as she handed them over. Finstock grumbled incoherently as he accepted them.

"Right, Koury," he nodded, going to sit behind his desk, "Cheer squad will be at the game Saturday, right? Or did that stupid bitch deny you all the privilege of playing at a real sports game?"

Selena snickered at his jab at her coach, "We'll be there."

"Good," he nodded before looking down.

Selena dipped out of the room, heading for her first period. She still managed to hear him shouting curses over what he ended up reading.

On her way to class, Selena shot a text to Lydia explaining how Scott was trying to sit out the game. Her strawberry blonde counterpart was notably irritated by the news.

Once out in the halls, Selena spotted Scott down the hall and decided to call out for him.

"Hey, Scott!"

The boy in question jerked around, brows raising in surprise that quite possibly the most popular girl in school was talking to him.

"Selena," he nodded in greeting, a friendly smile falling onto his lips. Scott watched as she sauntered over to him, her lips pursed.

"You're thinking of sitting out the game on Saturday?" she asked despite already knowing the answer. Her arms crossed, creating a cleavage that Scott briefly glanced at.

"Uh, yeah," he nervously scratched the back of his head.

"Why's that?" Selena tilted her head, "I thought you were excited about all the new spot light."

"I am," Scott nodded, "But I've just got some personal problems."

"Like anger issues?" Selena repeated what she overheard. Scott hesitantly nodded. Selena suddenly wore a devious smile, taking another step closer, her chest nearly touching his, "I think it'd be pretty hot to see you tear apart some asshole lacrosse players."

Scott gulped, his eyes widening while a blush settled on his cheeks, "O-Oh."

Selena chuckled, loving the way how he got so worked up.

Without another word, she walked around him and off to class.

* * * * *

Selena had fallen asleep in Lydia's bed. It was a few days later and she was having a sleepover at her best friend's house. Currently, her head sat on Lydia's shoulder while the redhead watched The Notebook. Selena wasn't as crazy about it and ended up passing out as usual.

Lydia occasionally glanced down at her beautiful friend, admiring how peaceful she looked. Lydia noticed that Selena was quite stressed lately, hence why she suggested the abrupt sleepover. Now, she was glad to see her getting some sleep.

That was until a phone began ringing, jolting Selena out of her rest.

Lydia turned, seeing it was Selena's phone playing a random Blink 182 song. She grabbed it before handing it over to the drowsy girl.

"Hello?" Selena answered without even checking who it was, one hand rubbing at her tired eyes.

"Sorry to wake you up, sweetheart, but I need your help right about now," Peter's smooth voice came through from the other line. It knocked any remaining sleep right out of Selena as she sat up.

"What? Where?" she locked eyes with Lydia, making a mental note not to say anything too revealing.

"Apparently this sick son of a bitch is a bus driver for the high school. We can catch him there if we go now," he explained.

Selena thought for a few moments before remembering everything he was doing for her. They'd already begun a bit of practice where Peter told her different methods to try and gain control.

"Okay," she agreed, "Meet up there?"

"See you soon."

"Don't tell me you're ditching me for a booty call," Lydia raised a brow suspiciously. Selena laughed, shaking her head as she stood up. She was dressed in a silky night gown that she had planned to wear to bed. Selena didn't care about being in front of Lydia as she hopped into her jeans and replaced the dress with her cropped sweater.

"Trust me, it is not sexual," Selena corrected, grabbing her bag, "He's just a family friend. I'll see you tomorrow at school."

Perks of having absent parents—they didn't care when they were out or having sleepovers.

Selena moved to plant a kiss on Lydia's cheek, making the girl giggle as always. After bidding final farewells, Selena was exiting the Martin household and starting up her mom's car.

The drive to the school wasn't a long one, but was certainly filled with anxiety. Selena knew she was doing the right thing, but it hardly felt like it. She just kept reminding herself that Peter was doing her a humongous favor and it wasn't like this bus driver figure didn't deserve it.

When she arrived at the chain link fence, Peter was already stood there. Selena parked in front of him before hopping out. She sent him a nervous smile.

"How do we get in?" she nodded to the fence. Both of her hands slid into her back pockets.

"Think you can climb it?" Peter asked. Selena nodded, moving forward to do so. Of course Peter had to show off and jump the damn thing.

A minute or so later, Selena hopped to her feet on the other side.

"C'mon," Peter whispered, grabbing her hand and pulling her in the right direction.

"What do I need to do?" Selena asked once they arrived a few yards away from the proper bus. Garrison Myers, their target, was seen inside flipping through some paperwork. Why he was doing it at night and in his bus was a question they chose not to ask.

"Start some fire surrounding the bus," Peter explained, "Just so he can't run."

Selena gulped, "I don't even know if I can do it. What if the bus catches on fire and explodes, killing all of us?"

"Hey," Peter released her hand to instead cup both of her cheeks. His manipulation was seamless. Peter always knew just the right things to say, making Selena into clay he could sculpt into a killer, "I know you can do it. You're learning so fast, and this is a good practice. Don't worry about messing it up, I trust you."

Selena sighed, staring back into his eyes. It was hard not to believe him when he sounded so earnest and delicate. She was the perfect victim without even realizing.

"You don't have to if you don't want to," Peter added, making it sound like she had a choice.

"No, I want to," Selena countered like he knew she would. Peter smiled and nodded before lowering his hands. From there he removed his shirt and jeans.

"I'll need these for after," he explained, now stood in his boxer briefs.

Selena didn't even get the chance to nod before he'd shifted into the same large beast she recognized well. His beady eyes looked back at her before he advanced on the bus.

Peter let out a snarl as he ran right through the bus door. Myers screamed in terror at the sight before him. Selena swallowed any doubt or fear, raising both of her hands and concentrating.

Warmth spread through her body, and then it lit up the concrete. Haphazard flames sprouted unnaturally, making somewhat of a circle. It was far from orderly both in shape and height. Still, she managed to encompass all of the bus. She tried to ignore the horrific screams she heard.

A new figure appeared out of nowhere.

Selena gasped when she recognized the teenage boy. It was Scott McCall with glowing golden eyes and claws shooting out of his fingers.

"Scott, no!" Selena screamed, having no choice but to watch as he leapt over her flames and onto the bus.

Selena ran after him, the fire doing nothing to harm her. She jumped up the steps, wide eyes watching as Scott tried to fight Peter. He was protecting the bus driver.

"Scott, stop!" Selena shouted again, panic flooding her chest. The bus driver was a bloody mess now as he tried to crawl away.

Peter looked back at her before snarling and nodding to Scott. He wanted her to take care of him. Selena gulped before walking forward and grabbing Scott by the arm. She tugged ferociously, effectively throwing him to the floor and farther away from Peter.

"You shouldn't be here," Selena grumbled down to his mute face.

She grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and started to drag him towards the door, but Scott swung his hand, slashing through her shirt and leaving bloody marks across her arm and chest.

"Goddamn!" Selena exclaimed, wincing as crimson blood dripped downwards. She suddenly swung a leg over so she was now standing with a foot on either side of Scott's torso. From here, Selena leaned down to grab either side of his head between her hands, "Fine, you wanna play dirty? Works for me."

Scott let out a series of groans as a fiery heat created a pounding headache. He didn't last long before passing out. Selena was panting as she glanced over her shoulder, finding Peter finishing up with the bus driver.

Selena dragged Scott out onto the cold pavement of the parking lot, the flames now extinguished due to her lack of concentration. Selena stood there waiting for Peter to come back out.

When he did, they both remained silent as he tugged his clothes back on. Even then, Selena wasn't sure what to say, her eyes locked on the unconscious Scott. He had burns on both of his temples, though they were slowly healing.

"Does this mean he's a werewolf too?" Selena asked softly.

"Yes," Peter confirmed, mentally developing a lie already.

"Poor guy," Selena frowned, "He's so young and has to deal with all of this. It's not fair."

"I'm sorry about your arm," Peter switched topics a bit, "I didn't anticipate him showing up."

Truth be told, it was Peter who summoned Scott. He wanted to find out what Selena would do. If she would potentially kill Scott for him. Even though she didn't, she still proved herself useful once again.

"It's okay," Selena shrugged, placing a hand over her wound and watching as the blood seeped between her fingers.

"No it's not," Peter feigned regret and pulled her in for a hug. At first Selena tensed, not use to physical affection. Lydia was the only person she hugged, aside from her mom occasionally.

Already Peter felt like a father figure to Selena.

"What'll you do with him?" Selena asked once pulling away.

"I'll take him home," Peter replied, "You should go home too, take care of your arm and get some sleep."

Selena smiled fondly, nodding. She wished him a goodnight before going back to her car and driving herself home. Selena's arm and chest stung badly with pain. She couldn't remember the last time she was hurt like that. It could probably use stitches, even.

Yet all her mind was concerned with was rather she was doing the right thing or not—for the sake of her baby.

author's note
peter can spot daddy issues from a mile away & now he's gonna capitalize on them. it's a mix of selena being the perfect candidate to be manipulated, and peter being good at it.

also i'm not gonna write peter actually training her because it's boring in my opinion,, but just know he is helping her

anywhore ily all & please comment what you think abt everything!! <3