"You got the story down?" Harley asked under her breath, pretending to look through her duffel bag as Isaac opened his locker.

"Uh, yeah." He cleared his throat, nodding slightly.

"Good." She muttered, zipping up the bag and slinging it over her shoulder. "Because I am so not going to jail for you."

"Harley." The blonde looked up to see her father standing by his office door, arms crossed. "A word?"

She nodded and walked past him into the office, dropping her bag and sitting on the desk without hesitation. Her father locked the door behind him and grabbed the bag hanging on the wall, pulling out a stethoscope.

"Have you felt dizzy? Chest pains?" He asked, putting them into his ears. She shook her head, shifting nervously. This was practically routine, but she had no idea how he would react when there was nothing to check up on. He brought the chest piece to her chest, the cold making her flinch.

Harley did her regular breathing, watching as her father listened for the familiar 'click' and 'whoosh' sound, his eyebrows furrowing when her heartbeat was perfectly normal.

"Something wrong?" She asked as he pulled the stethoscope out of his ears and depositing it into the bag.

"There was nothing wrong, actually." He shook his head, a small smile working it's way into his face. He didn't want to tell her and get her hopes up, so he kept it to himself.

"So, I can go?" She said slowly, her father nodding. She hopped off the desk and grabbed her bag, walking out quickly and nearly knocking over Stiles in the process. "Watch it."

"Still delightful as always." He muttered, shaking his head before turning to open his locker, chains spilling out before he could grab them. Everyone gathered around as piles began to form on the ground, coach walking over warily.

"Part of me wants to ask," He began, shaking his head as the last chain link fell. "The other part say knowing will be more disturbing than anything I could ever imagine. So uh, I'm gonna walk away."

"That's good." Stiles said, pointing at him as he walked away. "That's a good choice coach."

They both bent down to gather up the chains, Scott's eyes flashing amber as his eyes searched the room.

"You okay?" Stiles asked, noticing his friend's worried expression. "Scott?"

"There's another, in here right now."

"Another what?" He trailed off, not catching on.

"Another werewolf."

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Harley jogged onto the field after seeing Lydia, her friend barely even acknowledging her except to make a comment about how unflattering the uniform was before turning back to Allison. She hadn't expected anything more, seeing as the strawberry blonde was still pissed she didn't show up to her house the previous night. She had been a bit preoccupied.

She got there in time to see Scott run out of the goal and take down Danny, tackling him to the ground and smelling him.

"It's Armani." She heard Danny mutter, Scott giving him a confused look.

"Huh?"

"My aftershave." He replied, the girl shoving on her helmet and storming over to Stiles, grabbing his jersey and yanking him closer.

"Wh-god!" Stiles yelped, looking up at her with wide eyes. "What is up with you guys being so violent and grabby?"

"What the hell is McCall doing?" She hissed, narrowing her eyes.

"There's another werewolf." He whispered, the girl's jaw clenched and she released him, watching as Jackson made up some comment about his shoulder and sat down.

"Son of a bitch." She muttered, Isaac breathing heavily while Stiles' eyes widened in realization. Coach blew the whistle and he caught the ball, both werewolves running towards each other at full force. They collided, spinning out and landing on their hands and knees.

Scott's eyes glowed a bright amber, and Harley had no doubt Isaac's mirrored them. A short whistle blew and they broke their gaze, breathing heavily. Harley's head snapped up, hearing a police radio, three officers heading towards the feild.

"Don't tell them." Isaac breathed, shaking his head. "Please don't tell them."

Harley tore off her helmet as the officers pulled Isaac aside, her father following. As they led him away, she could only watch angrily, hands curled into fists.

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"Why would Derek choose Isaac?" Harley tapped her pen on her desk, listening in to Scott and Stiles' conversation.

"Peter told me if the bite doesn't turn you, it could kill you." Stiles stated, his voice low. "Maybe teenagers have a better chance of surviving it."

"Does being a teenager mean your dad can't hold him?" Scott asked.

"Not unless they have solid evidence." He replied. "Or a witness. Wait-"

They both turned to look at Harley and Danny, hissing their names to get their attention.

"Where's Jackson?" He whispered frantically.

"He's in the principal's office." Harley sighed, turning the page.

"Why?"

"How would I know?" She hissed, rolling her eyes.

"He's talking to your dad." Danny answered, gaining the three's attention.

"What, why?" Stiles asked, looking at him with wide eyes.

"Maybe because he lives across the street from Isaac." Harley sat up straighter with her friend's words her teeth grinding together. If Jackson had seen her last night, there was no doubt he'd sell her out.

"We need to get to the principal's office." Stiles whispered, Scott looking at him with a confused expression.

"How?"

"You two are hopeless." Harley scoffed, balling up a piece of paper and throwing it at Harris' head, cutting him off mid-lecture. She looked back down, acting completely oblivious as he turned around angrily and laughs erupted.

"Who in the hell did that?" Harris fumed, Scott and Stiles pointing at eachother. "Principal. Now."

Harley went back to her work, only minutes passing until a voice sounded over the loudspeaker.

"Harley Finstock please report to the principal's office."

A round of 'oh's went around the roof as she shoved her stuff into her bag and exited the room. She walked down the hall, an officer already waiting.

"Miss Finstock, we're gonna need to talk to you down at the station." Sheriff Stilinski sighed, Scott and Stiles watching with wide eyes. Her jaw clenched when a deputy grabbed her arm, leading her down the hall as Jackson Whittemore walked out, a smug look on his face.

"What did you do?" Scott asked, Jackson shrugging with a condescending grin.

"I may have told the police Isaac wasn't alone last night."

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For those of you who don't know or were confused at the beginning, Mitral Valve Prolapse causes a clicking sound in your heartbeat, and can sometimes lead to a murmur as well, which makes a whoosh sound, like water almost.

I did a lot of googling.

So, Jackson is a little shit who can't be trusted, but we already knew that. Wonder how the full moon will go down.

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