Chapter Three: All in this together.
1x03:Pack Mentality

Life for four teens of Beacon hills were about to change, soon their social cliches were going to collide and only time itself knew when that would be. Especially for one Ophelia Martin, because even witches have feelings of doubt and regret.

"So you killed her?" Stiles asked his friend as he opened the door for the school, it closed on his arm causing him to wince.

"I don't know. I just woke up. And I was sweating like crazy, and I couldn't breathe. I've never had a dream where I woke up like that before."

"Really? I have. Usually ends a little differently." Stiles shrugs a sly smirk on his face at the thought.

"A," I meant I've never had a dream that felt that real, and "B," never give me that much detail about you in bed again." Scott grimaces at the thought. The two best friends continued down the school hallway.

"Noted. Let me take a guess here."

" No, I know, you think it has something to do with me going out with Allison tomorrow, like I'm gonna lose control and rip her throat out."

"No, of course not." Stiles says as Scott gives him a look. " Yeah, that's totally it. Hey, come on, it's gonna be fine, all right? Personally, I think you're handling this pretty freakin' amazingly. You know, it's not like there's a lycanthropy for beginners class you can take."

" Yeah, not a class, but maybe a teacher."

"Who, Derek?" Stiles yells loudly hitting scott on the back of his head. " You forgetting the part where we got him tossed in jail?"

"Yeah, I know, but chasing her, dragging her to the back of the bus, it felt so real." Scott runs the sore spot on his head.

"How real?"

"Like it actually happened." They push open the doors to the outside Hallway seeing a bloody bus in front of them.

" I think it did." Stiles says Both boys staring at the bus mouth's gaped.

" She's probably fine." The two boys were frantically walking down the busy hallway Scoot with his phone in his hand.

"She's not answering my texts, Stiles."

"It could just be a coincidence, all right? A seriously amazing coincidence." Stiles mutters as the two look between all the students

"Just help me find her, okay? Do you see her?"

"No."

Scott's breathing hitched, heart thumping loudly in his chest, he stops a locker head down as he tries to control his breathing, his eyes glowing a yellow, color he lets a yell that sounds distinctively like a growl, punching the locker in front of him, the door bends quickly crumbling and handing on by just a piece of metal, he backs away from the Locker running into Allison who drops her books.

"You scared the hell outta me." She laughs, smiling at him.

"You're okay." He lets out a breath as Allison kneels down picking up her books.

"Once my heart starts beating again, yeah." She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear as Scott stares at her in awe.

"What?" She catches his gaze.

"I'm just happy to see you."

The principal's voice is heard over the intercom. "Attention, students, this is your principal. I know you're all wondering about the incident that occurred last night to one of our buses. While the police work to determine what happened, classes will proceed as scheduled." he informs the students as everyone in the halls groans.

"Save me a seat at lunch?" Allison ruffles Scott's hair and a smile plastered on her face.

" Yeah." He smiles back as she walks off.

//

Ophelia's next class was biology where she sat next to Erica, she was such a nice person, quiet and shy. But when she and Ophelia were together, they talked and laughed like old friends, which Erica didn't have any but Ophelia told her that she would be her friend no matter the day or the situation, Erica was a genuine person so what she wore glasses and kept to herself doesn't make her any less of a person than Ophelia. Today was different, Erica hadn't shown up leaving her without a lab partner and an Empty chair. She was scrubbing down the info from the chalk Board when Mr. Harris spoke up.

"Mr. Stilinksi, if that's your idea of a hushed whisper, you might want to pull the headphones out every once in a while. I think you and Mr. McCall would benefit from a little distance, yes?"

"No" Stiles mutters back as Harris points to him and then to an empty chair on the other side of the room away from Scott. Stiles groans as he plops down in the seat, turning to see a sea of curly Red hair. He knew from the scent of Chanel #3 who was exactly next to him.

"Let me know if the separation anxiety gets to be too much." Harris teases as Stiles looks at Ophelia who takes her eyes from the board to look at him.

"Hi Stiles, guess you're my partner today." She smiles as he turns slightly fist pumping the air.

" Hey, I think they found something." Harley yells causing everyone to get out of their seats and look out the window. They watch as paramedics are wheeling a man on a gurney to the back of the ambulance.

" That's not a rabbit." Scott mumbles as the man shoots up from the gurney screaming causing everyone else to jump and scream, Ophelia jumps back landing on Stiles who has his hands on her waist as Jackson is glaring next to them. He pulls Ophelia from the buzzcut's Grasp asking her if she's alright while Scott backs away from the group with a look of horror on his face.

"Okay. This is good, this is good. He got up, he's not dead. Dead guys can't do that." He pats his best friend on the back trying to reassure him.

"Stiles I did that."

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"But dreams aren't memories." Stiles whispers to Scott the two best friends were in the cafeteria. They had lunch trays in their hands as they approached their usual empty table.

"Then it wasn't a dream. Something happened last night, and I can't remember what." Scott places his tray down along with Stiles.

" What makes you so sure that Derek even has all the answers?" Stiles takes a seat across the table from his friend.

"Because during the full moon he wasn't changed. He was in total control while I was running around in the middle of the night attacking some totally innocent guy."

"You don't know that."

"I don't not know it. I can't go out with Allison. I have to cancel" Scott says with a small sigh.

"No, you're not canceling, okay? You can't just cancel your entire life. We'll figure it out."

"Figure what out?" Lydia places her tray on the table sitting down in the empty chair on one side of Scott.

"I can't believe they give us these annoying oranges that are hard as hell to peel." Ophelia comes up taking a seat next to Stiles who is freaking out.

" Just, uh, homework."

"Yeah." He leans forward a bit towards Scott. " Why are they sitting with us?" He asks as Scott shrugs, more people from Lydia and Ophelia's friend group arrive including Allison as scoot moves his bag out of the chair.

"Thanks." Allsion smiles.

"Hey Lydia, I'll trade you my orange for your juice." Ophelia says as Lydia just rolls her eyes.

"How about you Stiles wanna trade?" She holds up the orange as Stiles gulps taking the orange from her hands as she squeals while taking the juice.

"You're the best Sti." she smiles returning back to her lunch as Stiles eyes go wide he was mouthing an "Oh my god" to Scott who simply nodded with a smile on his face.

"Get up." Jackson appears along with Matt who takes a seat next to Wyatt at the table, who ws smirking at Ophelia.

"How come you never ask Danny to get up?" he wines

"Because I don't stare at his girlfriend's and her sister's coin slots." Danny takes a bite of his apple as Ophelia laughs at the look on Wyatt's face as he leaves and Jackson takes his seat.

"So I hear they're saying it's some type of animal attack. Probably a cougar." Danny speaks up as Jackson sighs sitting back in his seat.

" I heard a mountain lion."

"A cougar is a mountain lion." Lydia mutters before realizing she was benign and watches " Isn't it?" she twirls a strand of hair around with her finger as Ophelia rolls her eyes.

" Who cares? The guy's probably some homeless tweaker who's gonna die anyway." Jackson mutters as Ophelia hits his arm.

"He is still a person, Jack geez."

" Actually, I just found out who it is. Check it out." Stiles turns his phone so everyone coan see as Ophelia leans in closer to him gripping onto his bicep, He drinks in her scent of perfume and pomegranate scented shampoo.

" The Sheriff's department won't speculate on details of the incident but confirmed the victim, Garrison Meyers, did survive the attack. Meyers was taken to a local hospital where he remains in critical condition."

"I know this guy."

" You do?"

"Yeah, when I used to take the bus back when I lived with my dad. He was the driver."

"Can we talk about something slightly more fun, please? Like, oh, where are we going tomorrow night?" Lydia turns to Allison who looks confused as hell. " You said you and Scott were hanging out tomorrow night, right?"

"Um, we were thinking of what we were gonna do." Allison swallows her food covering her mouth with her hand slightly.

"Well, I am not sitting home again watching lacrosse videos, so if the six of us are hanging out, we are doing something fun."

Ophelia chokes on her food, "I am sorry six?"
"Yeah, Me, Allison, Scott, Jackson, You and Matt." Lydia points to Matt as Ophelia looks at him with a glare.

"I am not going anywhere with Matt. And besides I already have plans isn't that right Sti" she turns to Stiles who chokes on his water.

"Yeah, mhm d-definitely have plans."

"Like what?"

"Oh this I have to hear." Jackson sits up farther in his seat.

"Sti is my new lab partner in Science and I promised him I would get his grade up to an A before the next quiz." she pats Stiles' chest as he shutters slightly.

"Fine but you will go to the next one." Lydia mutters chomping on her Salad as Stiles stares at Scoot who is still in Shock.

"Hanging out? Like, the four of us? Do you wanna hang out, like us and them?" Scott turns his attention to Allison right now.

"Yeah, I guess. Sounds fun."

"You know what else sounds fun?" Jackson picks up a fork from off of Ophelia plate. " Stabbing myself in the face with this fork." he mutters as she snatches her fork back.

"Bitch." She mumbles slowly.

"Slut" Jackson just smirks as Stiles is squeezing the life out of his water bottle.

This was their thing, when Jackson was being intolerable or driving her nuts she would call him a bitch and he would call her a slut though neither of those things were true it still annoyed the other.

"How 'bout bowling? You love to bowl."

"Yeah, with actual competition" Jackson turns to Ophelia who is eating her spaghetti. "Please ditch Biles over here and come bowling." He begs practically, pulling out his bottom lip in a pout.

"It's Stiles and Nope I will be studying. You are on your own."

"How do you know we're not actual competition?" Allison speaks up as Ophelia nods. "You can bowl, right?" she turns to Scott who is fumbling with his words.

"Sort of"

"Is it sort of, or yes?" Jackson leans over the table glaring menacingly at Scott.

"Yes. In fact, I'm a great bowler." Scott does the same as Ophelia, just groans.

//

Ophelia caught up with Stiles at the final bell, she was standing against his jeep texting when he walked up. Who clears his throat as Ophelia straightens up tucking her phone in her pocket.

"I wanted to apologize. I just couldn't deal with Matt and Jackson and Lydia in the same place all at once. Matt he is kinda an ass." She chuckles as Stiles's nod. "You don't have to actually study with me, you can use your favor if you want. Don't worry I will still owe you for letting me borrow your lacrosse gear."

"It's no problem really. I will study with you. Only if you want me too." He scratches the back of his neck as Ophelia smiles.

"Whatever you want, Sti, I'll see you later." She smiles, kissing the boy on the cheek before leaving.

//

Scott Mccall found himself outside of the school with his long time best friend Stiles, he was taking Derek Hale's advice, he was going to visit the scene where it all went down.

" Hey, no, just me. Someone needs to keep watch." The two best friends approach the gate of Beacon Hills highschool.

"How come I'm always the guy keeping watch?"

"Because there's only two of us."

"Okay, why's it starting to feel like you're Batman and I'm Robin? I don't want to be Robin all the time." Stiles says as Scott furrows his brows.

"Nobody's Batman and Robin any of the time."

"Not even some of the time?" Stiles asks as Scott simply groans.

"Just stay here."

" Oh, my God!" Stiles pouts going back into the jeep.

Scott makes his way towards the bus leaving his friend on the other side. Stiles just ist there playing candy crush on his phone everything was chill until he sees someone with a bright flashlight approaching the bus, he presses on his horn.

"Come on, come on" he says continuing to press on the hron

" Go! Go! Go! Go!" Scoot pants climbing into the passenger seat.

"Did it work? Did you remember?"

"Yeah, I was there last night. And the blood a lot of it was mine."

"So you did attack him?"

" No. I saw glowing eyes on the bus, but they weren't mine. It was Derek." Scott turns forward in his seat not seeing anyone following them.

" What about the driver?"

" I think I was actually trying to protect him."

"Wait, why would Derek help you remember that he attacked the driver?"

"That's what I don't get."

" It's got to be a pack thing."

" What do you mean?"

"Like an initiation. You do the kIll together."

"Because ripping someone's throat out is a real bonding experience?"

"Yeah, but you didn't do it, which means you're not a kIller. And it also means that.."

" I can go out with Allison."

" I was gonna say it means you won't kill me." Stiles grumbles as Scott nods.

" Oh, yeah. That too."

//

"Is there a reason why I am even here?" Ophelia was in Allison's room with Lydia laying on her bed. She was showing off different shirts for their date as Ophelia was thumbing through her phone without a single care in the world.

"Mmm, pass." Allison holds up a shirt to her chest.

" Pass." Lydia says before standing up and walking over to the closet. " Let me see. Pass. Pass. Uh, pass on all of it. God Allison, respect for your taste is, uh, dwindling by the second." Lydia laughs. Before going through the clothes again. " This." Lydia holds up a top with a shit eating grin.

Allison's dad walks into the room " Dad, hello?"

" Right. I'm sorry. I completely forgot to knock."

Lydia lays down on the bed like a french model. " Hi, Mr. Argent." She replies in an overly eager tone Ophelia rolls her eyes at her sister.

"Dad, do you need something?"

" I wanted to tell you that you'll be staying in tonight." He tugs the other sleeve of his jacket on.

"What? I'm going out with my friends tonight." Allison whines a bit.

" Not when some animal out there is attacking people."

"Dad, dad, I'm—uh"

"It's out of my hands. There's a curfew. No one's allowed out past 9:30 P.M. Hey, no more arguing." with that Mr. Argent kisses Allison's head and leaves.

"Someone's daddy's little girl." Lydia jokes as Ophelia hits her in the arm.

"Sometimes. But not tonight." Allison walks over to her desk and pulls on a purple beanie. She opens her window before walking on her roof the two Martin sisters watch from the window as she does as Somersault off the roof and lands perfectly on the ground.

"What are you doing?"

"Eight years of gymnastics. Are you coming?" Allison asks as the two sisters look at each other. Ophelia shrugs before climbing out the window and doing a back handspring off the roof landing perfectly on her feet.

"Nice" Allison high fives her before they look back at Lydia.

"I'll take the stairs." She replies simply. The trio went their separate ways.

//

Ophelia finds herself at Stiles's house. She was serious about getting his grade up to an A. Believe it or not she was very smart and everyone else around her hated it.

Being pretty was one thing being smart was another thing.  And well she was crazy smart so was her sister even if she pretended she wasn't.

"So the theory is that...Louise Rettly never bothered another kid again."

Stiles laughs. Almost falling out of his chair, his arm leaned up against his desk a pencil twirled around between his fingers.

"You did that to a girl?"

Ophelia nods. "Stiles vengeances doesn't care about gender."

Stiles stands up and grabs their cups going to the kitchen to refill them while Ophelia follows after with the trash. She decides to place the dishes into the water that Stiles started already.

She leans back onto against the counter.  While Stiles places the cups back onto the counter.

She watches the clock knowing the others would be done soon and she would have to face her doom or her shitty ex boyfriend.

Stiles was rambling on and on about a similar scene he watched in a movie which she was picking up on it being something to do with a Wookiee.

He turns to still rambling and she watches him. The curl of his lip as his talks with a slight smile. Juggling two cups in his veiny hands. She felt a slight tinge slivery down her spine as  she watched him.

He goes walk back over to couch  juggling the drinks as they sit down. She takes a chip from the bowl infront of them laughing at stiles. He was happy she was actually listening. Before long this was how they were.

She goes to reach for her drink but spills it just as Stiles goes to help her up.

"Omg Stiles your shirt. Shit I'm so sorry" She starts dabbing at his shirt.

"No it's okay it's fine."

He grabs her hands with his wrist and for a second they stair at each other. Like the world doesn't seem to matter anymore. Her stare was analyzing and calming with a tiny glint of excitement.

His stare was cautious and calculated. Mesmerizing. He wanted to study her everyday all day. He did study her. Every outfit she wore the way she wore her hair. The jewelry she wore.

They both begin leaning into each the just as Ophelia's phone breaks their moment she cringes and so does he because where would they have gone if the phone didn't ring?

"I have to go I'll see you at practice yeah?"

He nods. "Yeah practice and school and class." They both nod clearly anxious from the events prior.

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Stiles sneaks into Scott's room late at night just a Melissa hears him entering through the window. She grabs a bat in the corner of the room next the door and goes to swing it. Both her and Stiles screaming.

She lowers the bat in her grasp.  "Stiles, what the hell are you doing here?"

"What am I doing? God, do either of you even play baseball?"

The lights turn on and Scott stands in the doorway. 

"Can you please tell your friend to use the front door?"

"But we lock the front door. He wouldn't be able to get in." Scott replies eyeing his friend like a sad puppy. 

"Yeah, exactly. And, by the way, do either of you care that there's a police - enforced curfew?"

Scott and Stiles  both shake their heads replying with a  "No."

"No. All right then. Well, you know what? That's about enough parenting for me for one night, so good night. " Melissa tosses the bat on the bed next to Stiles and throws up a peace sign as she walks out of Scott's room.

Stiles gives Scott a sad look while Scott pulls a chair over.

"What?"

"My dad left for the hospital 15 minutes ago. It's the bus driver. They said he succumbed to his wounds."

"Succumbed?" Scott seems confused.

"Scott, he's dead."

Scott rides his bike all the way to Hale house. He wanted to ask Derek what he knew. He wanted to figure out what was right and what was wrong.

But before he could get his answers Derek Hale tossed him down a flight of stairs and things seemed to escalate from there when they both start fighting each other. 

It's later revealed that Derek wasn't the one who bit Scott. That it was an alpha who bit him and his sister was killed looking for the alpha and now the alpha is looking for him. And Scott well Scott has a target on his back and it's bigger than anything he's ever seen in his life.