"When you've been broken up with and your sort of boyfriend might be potentially dead then you get drunk until its 4 a.m. and your stomach is being pumped by some barely awake nurse," I declare out loud, already chugging the bottle of tequila as we make our way through the woods. The liquor burns down my throat, it's familiarity giving me a sense of relief.

"She didn't dump me," Scott says from behind me.

"Potato, po-ta-to," I say to him, shrugging my shoulders and continuing to skip through the dense forest. I was way to eager to get drunk.

I manage to take another giant swig of Jack Daniels before Stiles takes it away from me," hey! The object of this is to get you and Scott drunk! Not just you!"

I sigh and shrug the backpack I carry off, rifling through it before pulling out 2 more bottles," relax. I have enough alcohol to put a small lion down."

He smirks," well this should end well."

"McCall, Stilinski," I say to both my friends, putting my arms over their shoulders so we are close. Unfortunately, it ends with me standing on tiptoes cause these guys are like giants," I'm going to show you how to drink like a women and not a man cause you men can never get shit down right."

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"Dude she's just one... one girl!" Stiles slurs his words towards Scott as he lays out on the cold hard rock we are all perched on," you know out of so many... there are so many other girls in the sea."

From my spot nearest the flaming trashcan I swallow the last from my bottle of whiskey and correct him," fish in the sea."

"Fish?" He says in his adorably funny state," why are you talking about fish Imelda? I'm talking about girls, do you know any girls? I love girls... I love girls. Especially ones with strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, 5'3."

"Like Lydia?" I ask, a small smile on my lips at his stupid rambling. Stiles was in love with my best friend, anyone could tell. And it wasn't that desperate love that made you pity the person, no; he genuinely loved her, flaws and all. As much as I had wished before that it was different now I knew that Stiles Stilinski was the better choice for my best friend. While Jackson was her first love inevitably he would not be her great love, and I had a strong feeling that a certain tall, awkwardly funny boy who was currently on the edge of 'stomach pumped drunk', unlike me, would be her better choice.

In the words of Tumblr, Team Stydia all the way.

"Hey! How did you know I was talking about... about... who was I talking about?" he trails off, the goofiest smile on his face as he gazed up at the stars like a child.

I shake my head and take another sip of my drink, then place it under my chin, lips pouting at Scott who stared anywhere but towards Stiles. Clearly, this isn't working for him although Stiles is pretty messed up.

"Hey!" Stiles yells finally noticing Scott sulking," you're not happy! Take a drink!"

Stiles tries to reach over towards the bottle of Jack Daniels, looking even funnier then ever as Scott simply says," I don't want anymore."

Stiles stops his attempts at reaching the bottle and instead lies back down," you're not drunk?"

As much as I hate to admit it I shake my head," neither of us are."

Scott's voice is bare of any emotions," I'm not anything."

"Hey maybe it's like... maybe it's like not needing your inhaler anymore Scott or Imelda not needing her glasses... maybe you guys can't get drunk," He says making an accurate statement even in his slurry alcohol fueled mind. He continues on," ...as a wolf. Am I drunk?"

I laugh and nod me head," yes you're very! You're wasted!"

"YEAH!" He says slowly, fist pumping the air as best as he can. Scott makes no attempt at joining him so Stiles sits up, reaching for the bottle," I need a drink!"

His hand doesn't manage to grab it though as some random guy barrels into our little bonfire and takes the bottle," look at the two little bitches getting they drink on, and who is this? Girlfriend or yall sharing her?"

My eyebrows furrow, going to say something as the one behind him grabs the top of my arm and yanks me upwards. He pulls me into his chest and my nose scrunches, this guys smells like cigarettes and body odor.

"Hey dipshit!" I yell out," let me go!"

The guy lets my arm go but digs his fingers into the soft skin at my waist and smells my hair," yall wouldn't mind if we take her would you?"

"LET ME GO!" I yell, trying my hardest not to break this guy into two pieces as his friend looks over amused and drinks from my bottle.

"Let her go and give it back," Scott says not making an attempt to move but solely based on his voice do the hair on my neck stand up. This isn't Scott talking, not at all, and if these two don't get out of here it's gonna end very bad.

"Whats that little man?" The one not holding me says to Scott, taking a small step forward.

I hold my breath and stand still, hoping that this guys lets me and the bottle go before it ends terribly.

"I think he wants his girl and the drink back," the one behind me says," sweetheart tell your friend to chill. We just want a good time too."

I growl out lowly as he kisses my temple and fingers start moving on my hip.

"I want the bottle and her back," Scott demands.

Stiles finally realizes how serious it is and seriously says," Give us the girl back and we will go man. You guys can keep the alcohol."

"No you brought us here to get drunk Stiles. We aren't drunk yet," Scott cuts him off.

"Let me go," I tell them, hoping that they will listen," or else you won't like what happens next."

They both laugh in my face, looking at each in disbelief.

Scott stands up and heads towards the one with the drink," give me the bottle."

"Oh fuck this," I mumble and throw my head back, enough force behind it to loosen the guys grip on me as I turn around and kick him below the belt," that's for indirectly calling me a slut and for kissing me you pervert."

I growl out at him, and then dash towards Scott's who's scared the other idiot into handing him back the bottle.

"Come on Scott," I say, dragging him back while practically plucking Stiles off the ground and dragging them with me. The other guys running off in fear.

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"Hey Scott," I said from the back of Stiles car," you're okay right?"

He glances at from the rearview mirror and simply nods his head," I'm fine. Stiles and you need to stop worrying."

His tone says otherwise, and I sit back watching him from my seat as he clenches the wheel in his hand a little too tightly.

The full moon is tomorrow night and if this is an indication of what should becoming I would do well to be prepared.

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Lydia and I walked down the hallways of beacon hills high once again, my eyes darting between the hallways that days ago had us running for our lives. It almost feels like a lifetime ago it happened. Lydia sashayed next to me, keeping particularly close as she strutted down the hallway in her heels. I bit my lip, my boots stamping along side Lydia as we heard everyone talk around us

"It's so awkward, having everyone talk about what happened and knowing that it was us," I murmur, looking into the pale green eyes of my best friend.

She seems unbothered by it, "all I can say is thank you for the protection of minors and your lawyers."

I shrug my shoulders," yeah well, at least Charlie was able to come through on something."

"Have you talked to him since then?" She asks me, voice slightly softer as she knows just how much I despise this subject.

I nod my head," he calls every day, like clockwork although most of the times it's just to check if I'm alive."

"He's concerned Mel," she says using my nickname," let him be. After all the shit he's put you through the least he can do is have some sleepless nights."

"Yeah well that's the only thing he should do," I mumble, spinning my locker open as I move to grab the gum packet I have hidden there," yesterday he tried asking about coming out here, shot that shit down faster then Seal Team Six."

"And what does Ms. Morrell think of all that?" Lydia says, fixing her make up in the small mirror she had installed into my locker.

I shrug my shoulders," don't really care what she thinks about it. She has no say in that part of my life."

She nods and then looks around, seeing Allison Argent walking down the hallways. The brunette looking at me with an expression I can only describe as Bambi look.

"So have you talked to Allison?" Lydia asks me.

I shake my head, diverting my attention," not a chance in hell. She was wrong Lyds, you shouldn't even be talking to her for the whole Jackson thing but I guess I'll be pissed for the both of us since I was called the slut. If she wants to talk she can come to me. I've got nothing to say to her."

She smirks and leans away from my locker," guess I'll see you later."

I nod my head," yeah, bye Lydia."

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I walk straight into class, avoiding eye contact with Allison and instead heading for the farthest desk in the back. Its been a stressful day already, all I can think about is tonight and the full moon. There is no way I'm ready to take this midterm.

Stiles walks in shortly, smiling at me and then taking the seat in front of me. Scott walks in then, same worrisome face on him that puts me on edge as he nears his ex girlfriend," Allison."

Mr. Harris stops him from saying anything and speaks," Mr. McCall please take a seat."

I purse my lips as I smell the anger radiating off of him.

Anger? Well... that's a new one.

I guess now I'm able to smell emotions, that'll come in handy incase someone decided to get homicidal with me later on.

Mr. Harris takes his spot at the front of the class saying out loud," you have 45 minutes to complete the test. 25 percent of your grade can be earned right now by simply writing your name on the cover of the blue book. However as happens every year one of you will inexplicably fail to put your name on the cover and I'll be left yet again questioning my decision to ever become a teacher. So let's get the disappointment over with. Begin."

I sign and scribble my name against the blue too just as he sets the timer. I'm so not ready for this at all, I mean I know the material but just the tedious work of reading every question and answer and then bubbling it in makes me want to bang my head repeatedly into the desk.

"Fuck this," I say under my breath, beginning to gradually read each question.

I'm on number 5 when I start to hear the familiar fidgeting and ragged breathing that is a trademark of a wolfing out Scott McCall. Looking up I watch in surprise as Scott gets up, grabbing his things and leaving a yelling Harris behind.

What the hell?

Stiles whips around in his seat murmuring a quick," stay here!" And then running after him.

Everyone watches as they run out, Harris not even bothering to go get them as he yells out to everyone else," Finish your test!"

I sigh, averting the gaze of Allison once more as she stares me down.

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"Imelda..." Allison quietly says, leaning near my locker.

I shut my locker and chew my gum," Sup Argent."

So I wasn't necessarily pissed about the other night anymore, sure she was a bitch about it but there were more important things to worry about. Truth be told I hadn't really thought of it any longer.

"Listen I uhh...." she stumbles, slightly weary at my response to her words as I purse my lips and cock my head," I'm sorry... I didn't have any right to be calling you a slut. I was scared and well downright stupid. I was jealous, you seem to have a bond with Stiles and Scott; I just misinterpreted is all."

I shrug my shoulders," its cool, listen I may not agree with everything you've done but we all fuck up. I didn't have a right to bitch out on you that much."

She smiles, showing off those big dimples that make me smile myself and we walk down the halls," you know I can see why you would think Jackson has a thing for me."

I quirk a brow," oh yeah? Why?"

"Well." She says drawing out the last of the sentence," this may or may not be something but at lunch today he totally stuck his finger into my bottom lip and wiped off the excess chocolate their and then stuck it in his mouth."

"That's... different..."

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"Hey," I say answering my phone as I walk through the halls, my open period really sucks when I don't have food to pass the time.

"Listen, my dads brought in the state detectives," Stiles says immediately, I can hear him rushing to say this to me along with lockers shirting and closing.

I nod my head," so what does that mean for us?"

"It means we have to be much more careful tonight, you and I cannot let Scott out of our sight."

"Okay," I say, blowing out hot air," well we are going to need some way to hold him down and keep him in one place.

"I might have an idea for that."

"Oh god Stiles. Don't kill him."

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"IMELDAAAAA!!" Stiles yells, running towards me at full speed in his lacrosse gear, people passing and looking weirdly at him.

"What what!" I yell, alert. What's got him so hyper?

The biggest grin is across his face as he grabs the tops of my shoulders and yells," GUESS WHOS MADE FIRST LINE!"

"YOURE KIDDING!" I begin to yell, eyes widening with the biggest smile on my face.

"NOPE!" He says proudly," I BILES BILINSKI HAVE MADE FIRST! FREAKING! LINE!"

"Wait..." I say pausing," Biles Bilinski?

"DONT WORRY ABOUT THAT BUT DO CALL ME BILES CAUSE IVE MADE FIRST LINE... well temporarily of course... BUT WHO CARE CAUSE IM GOING TO PLAY!"

A big laugh escapes from me and I yell," OKAY! OKAY CONGRATS BILES!"

We start jumping up and down together and then I throw my arms around him, he lifts me up. We continue to yell," BILES! BILES!" Until Stiles lets me go.

I smile up at him," OKAY! No where is the floppy haired one?"

"OH! He's helping me out by talking to Lydia in order to smell if she's attracted to me but HES CO-CAPTAIN NOW!" Stiles says quickly.

"Wait... So you sent a deranged Scott to find out wether Lydia likes you or not by smell?" I asked Stiles, a little dumbfounded.

"Well yeah... basically," he says, shrugging his shoulders.

I shake my head, grumbling and walking back towards the school," excuse me while I try and make sure my best friend isn't being mauled by my other best friend, that or, she's using her heel as a weapon to keep him away."

"Imelda!" Stiles yells at me as I'm walking away.

"Yes Stiles!"

"Am I your best friend too?" He asks

"Yes! Now can I go save my other two best friends?" I ask and he nods walking down towards the grass, still hyped.

The walk back to school is slow, my shoes clicking against the linoleum floors as I smell around for Scott or Lydia.

Their scent eventually passes through my sinuses and I find it leads into Coach's office.

Okay hold up... why the fuck is the door closed?

"Of course she still likes you, she'll always like you..." Lydia's small voice trails outside while I get closer towards the door,"... as friends."

Wait what...

Did Scott just ask her about Allison, why would she lie like that? No, that's not Lydia. She would never do that... not after how much I bitched out Allison for it.

"... just friend," her voice goes on, taunting Scott.

From my view I look through the blinds into the office and see Scott's head drop, his heart rate picking up in agitation as Lydia smirks to him. She's lying to him... and he's too crazed to realize it.

"Just friends," he murmurs sadly while Lydia eyes him up and down, a look so sinister on her face I don't think I've ever seen her. It's like I'm watching Mean Girls all over again.

"If you ask me, of course nobody asks me," she says moving away from the desk and pacing," she made a big mistake. Ask me how I know that."

And Scott feeds right into it, looking angrier by the second," how."

"Cause I know you locked us in there to protect us, because when a guy risks his life for you! You should be grateful," she says, completing her act.

My eyes narrow, for once I'm angry as hell at her. I'm so irritated at what she's doing to him it's making me see red.

"Are you grateful?" Scott asks, lowly.

Lydia cocks her head, knowing fully well she's got him in her grasp as she murmurs," I think you'd be pretty surprised at just how grateful I am."

And just like that, they are both making out, going at it like animals as I watch. Lydia was suppose to be friend with Allison and Scott was suppose to be Stiles best friend but that all seems like it's out the window at this point. I turn away from the office, walking off as I feel the heat rushing through my body. I can't be here... I just can't... I'll deal with both of them later but now I need to get away from here or I'll scream.

"AHH!" I scream out, banging my fist against the nearest locker.

"Woah there!" Danny's voice comes from behind me," easy on the locker Imelda!"

At first he's grinning at me, thinking that it's just me being my temperamental self but when he noticed my upset face he goes serious," hey are you alright?"

I shake my head, ruffling my hair back," not in the slightest Danny."

"Want to talk about it?" He says kindly.

"Danny I don't think talking would do me any justice right now," I say," I think hitting and maybe killing would be a better idea."

He sighs, patting my shoulder," is it about Jackson?"

I grab at my forehead, realizing that it does involve Jackson," yeah... it really does."

"Then maybe you should talk to him about it," Danny says, looking down the hall at the sound of a whistle," he could use a talk right now. That guys got some problems."

He walks away then, running down the hall when I notice Jackson waiting for him and staring at me. He averts his gaze the moment I see him.

"Yeah Danny... he's about to get more," I murmur more to myself.

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I HAVE LIKE 9 CHAPTERS LEFT BEFORE SEASON 2!! YAS!!

Lol okay so I have some exciting things tell yall soon involving Imelda Drake!!

-Ashley