Scott and Stiles had been talking about Isaac's detention when a panicked Bev ran up to them, her eyes wide and breathing labored.

"Whoa, you okay?"

"I need you to hide me, cover me, something." She breathed, swallowing and pushing her hair back. "I may or may not have gotten detention, and my mom may or may not be on her way to murder me."

"Wha-" Stiles blinked, not used to someone matching his usual pace of speaking. "What'd you do?"

"I made a mess of the guidance counselor's office." Bev replied, wetting her lips and rolling her eyes before adding, "On purpose."

"Well that sounds-"

"Beverly Anne?" Beverly's eyes got even wider-the two boys didn't even know that was possible-when she heard her mother's shrill voice.

"Cover me."

"What? I don't know how to-"

Stiles didn't get to finish, the girl backing up against the locker and pulling him against her, pressing her lips to his.

Scott watched in disbelief, a short laugh escaping his lips and he watched Stiles hold himself up, his face a mask of surprise as he kissed her back.

Bev looked pleasantly surprised as well, Stiles's hand moving behind her neck as he kissed her alot better than she thought he could.

Bev's mother stalked by, her heels clicking dangerously along the tiled hallway before turning the corner.

"She's gone." Scott spoke up, Bev releasing a dazed Stiles.

"Thanks." She smiled, patting him on the chest and ducking around him before walking down the opposite way.

Scott looked back at Stiles, who slumped against the locker and blinked in shock .

"So, Stiles?" Scott asked, rocking back and forth on his heels. "Did you see Lydia's hair today?"

"Hair? Hmm?" Stiles breathed, looking over at him. "No, uh, no. You know who looks nice today?"

"Hmm?"

"Bev looks-wow." Stiles laughed, Scott just shaking his head and clapping his hand down on his shoulder.

"That's what I thought."

Neither of them saw Aiden standing down the hall, his jaw clenched angrily.

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"Take a picture asshole, it'll last longer." Bev whispered as she glared at the Greenberg kid, who actually got his phone out. "It's an expression, douchebag."

He sheepishly put his phone back, Bev rolling her eyes and blowing a bubble with her gum.

"No gum in detention." Harris scolded, popping the bubble with his pen. "Nice to see you again, Erica."

Beverly gave him an exaggerated eye roll and laid her forehead on the table with a groan.

"She's not Erica." She looked up to see who had said it, her eyes landing on the pretty boy from that morning. "Erica is dead."

Bev flinched at his harsh tone, Harris just shrugging and moving on. She hid her phone underneathher desk and opened up safari, only being able to type 'Erica Re-" before her phone was snatched out of her hands.

"No phones, either." He snapped, Bev crossing her arms and slumping in her seat.

"Thanks."

"The two of you, will go wash all the boards in this hall, reshelving the library," Harris picked each of the students, leaving Beverly, Allison, and Isaac. "Restocking the janitors closet."

"Mr.Harris," Isaac whispered, standing up. "Does it have to be with them?"

"Now that I know you prefer not to," He sighed, looking over at him. "I'll let you choose. Would you rather work with Miss Hunt, or Miss Argent?"

"Allison." Isaac grumbled, his jaw clenching slightly.

"Perfect." Harris nodded, a grin on his face. "Miss Argent, you will be washing white boards, and Miss Hunt will be restocking the janitors closet with Mister Lahey here."

"That's not what I picked-"

"And I didn't pick teaching snotty teenagers." He sat down at his desk, shuffling his papers. "The world is a disappointing place Isaac."

Isaac turned around to glare at Bev, the girl flashing him a fake smile and waving.

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"So, you do cross country?" Bev attempted to start conversation as she stacked paper towels on the shelves, looking over at Isaac. "Of course you do, I saw you this morning."

Isaac didn't say a word, just shoved another box on the shelf.

"You wanna hear a joke?" She offered, the boy just glaring at her. "No? Tough crowd."

"Would you please, just shut up?" He snapped, making her flinch.

"Yeah, okay." Bev nodded, picking up a spray cleaner. "It's just a nervous thing, my mom says it has something to do with my ADH-"

"I said shut up."

They both turned around when the door shut behind them, Isaac instantly growing panicked.

He tried to open the door, only to find that it wouldn't budge. "No, no, no."

"Maybe it locked from the outside." Bev suggested, trying to stay calm.

"No, I think there's something against it." He slammed himself against the door, making her jump. He took off his cardigan, pacing around the closet.

"Hey, calm down." She swallowed, trying to find a light switch. "I'm sure someone will realize we got stuck in here."

"Come on." He started punching the door, his yells becoming more frantic. "Come on!"

"Dude, are you okay?" Bev reached out to touch him, Isaac turning around to look at her with a face that was anything but human. Glowing eyes and fangs were bared at her, her breath catching. "Please, don't-"

He took a step forward, Bev instinctively screaming and spraying him in the face with cleaner. This only made him angrier, and Bev more panicked.

"Help!" She yelled, grabbing random things off the shelf and throwing them at him. He grabbed her wrist, claws digging into the skin as she whimpered. "Someone help me, please!"

The door opened and Isaac was thrown out of the closet, Scott growling at him and holding him down. "Isaac!"

Bev stood frozen the the doorway, watching as Isaac sat against the wall, apologizing profusely.

"Scott," Stiles warned, his eyes on the blood dripping down Beverly's arms. "I think we have a problem."

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"What happened again?"

"She was carrying seem equipment into the Chem lab, and she tripped." Stiles lied, scratching the back of his neck. "Bev's pretty clumsy, broke two beakers. Glass everywhere."

"Is this true?" The nurse raised an eyebrow at Beverly as she cleaned the cuts, the girl glancing over at her.

"Hm? Yeah, I tripped." She nodded, looking back at the wall. "Silly me."

"Yeah." Stiles laughed nervously, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"You can go, Stiles." Bev spoke up, not looking at him. "I'll be fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Just fine." Her voice came out monotone, and her eyes didn't move from the poster about washing your hands.

"Yeah, okay." Stiles nodded, backing out of the room. "I'll see you later?"

"Sure."

Stiles walked out of the room, breaking into a run down the hall to find Scott. Around the corner Aiden shoved Ethan, practically fuming.

"What the hell."

"I swear to god, Isaac said he wanted to work with Allison, not Bev-"

"What are we gonna do now?" He hissed, balling his hands into fists. "If she starts asking questions? You're lucky he didn't kill her."

"I said I'm sorry." Ethan insisted, a guilty look on his face.

Aiden shoved him one more time before jogging down the hall and into the nurse's office, where he saw Bev getting bandaged up.

"Hey, I heard what happened." He spoke softly, touching her arm. "Are you okay?"

"She's fine, just a bit in shock from the pain." The nurse finished the last bandage, patting her on the leg. "How about you go home for the day hun?"

"Yeah, I can take you home." Aiden offered as Bev stood up, putting his hand on the small of her back.

"I'm good, I can drive." She shook her head as he led her out of the nurse's office.

"You sure?"

"Yeah." Bev nodded slowly, looking up at him. "I'm fine."

Aiden sighed and pulled him against her, wrapping her in a hug. She sucked in a sharp breath, but closed her eyes and hugged him back.

"You're okay." He rested his chin on top of her head, rubbing her back.

"I'm okay." She repeated, ignoring the stinging sensation under her bandages. "I'm fine."

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Not edited

It's lit whoop

*the judgements roll in bc Bev kissed Stiles even though just because someone kisses someone doesn't mean they're gonna fall in love right after I know what I'm doing*