Harley could practically feel Scott's eyes burning in the back of her head as she stood on front of her locker, fixing her makeup. She let out an annoyed sighed and turned around, crossing her arms.

"Three's not enough for Derek." Scott stated, shaking his head. "I know he needs at least four. So who's next?"

"Why do we need a next one when we've already got you?" She asked, shutting her locker.

"Who's next?" His voice rose, getting angrier.

"Y'know, I could never quite understand how you suddenly got so good at lacrosse." She sighed, stepping closer to him. "Now I do. And god, it feels great."

"I don't care." He growled, taking a step back.

"I mean, everything is heightened. Emotions, touch," She dragged a nail down his cheek softly, smiling when he jerked away. "Everything is perfect now."

"Like your heart?" He questioned, knowing he had struck a nerve as she shoved him against the locker.

"You don't know anything about my condition." Harley spat, shaking her head.

"I could hear it." Scott said, watching her jaw clench. "I didn't see you any differently."

"That's what I like about you, Scott." She sighed, running a hand through his hair and pressing her hips against his. "You're so sweet. But everyone else, everyone else are bitter souls who will throw rocks if they see one little crack."

Scott turned his head, Harley following suit. Down the hall Allison watched silently, books in her hands.

"I forgot about that." She chuckled, her hand trailing down his bicep. "It's so beautifully sad, like Romeo and Juliet. Except, they didn't end up together, did they Scott?"

He didn't answer, just clenched his jaw as she ran her fingers down the rest of his arm, pausing when she reached his hand.

"They didn't. They were split apart by the cold clutches of death. Well guess what," She whispered, moving his hand to her thigh as she leant towards her ear. "I can be cold too."

Scott grabbed her wrists, pulling them away from him as he glared at her harshly. Harley didn't even flinch, just threw her head back and laughed as he shoved her back. He looked down the hall, Allison nowhere to be seen.

"See you later Scott." She smirked, patting him on the shoulder and walking away. She had made it halfway down the hall when an arm reached out, pulling her into her dad's office. A hand slid around her waist and she smacked it away, a disgusted look on her face. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Oh c'mon," Jackson smirked, stepping forward. "Tell me it doesn't bring up some memories. Making out in your dad's office, doing other things."

"We were dating then." She scoffed, moving away from his touch again. "Back when you didn't get me arrested."

"Don't you miss it?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. She laughed and shook her head, crossing her arms.

"No, I really don't." She tried to step past him, but he stood against the door, blocking her exit. "Stop it."

"You can't deny it." Jackson insisted, his eyes wide and frantic. "You still have feelings for me."

"I can honestly say I don't." Harley have him a sarcastic smile and tried to leave, but he was too persistent. "What is your deal?"

"I loved you." Her eyes fell shut, letting out a shaky breath. When they opened again he was looking at her with a sad expression.

"Exactly." She swallowed, shaking her head. "Loved."

She shoved him away, finally getting the door open. As she was about to leave he grabbed her wrist, stopping her in her tracks.

"How do you know I still dont?" She let out a bitter laugh, tearing her wrist from his grasp.

"You stopped loving me the moment you put your hands on her."

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"Boyd?" Stiles called out, banging the metal screen on his door and peering through the window. "Hey, Boyd. It's Stiles!"

He turned around quickly, flinching back when he came face to face with two familiar blondes.

"Oh, wow." He stammered, an amused expression on Erica's face as she giggled, Harley smirking at the boy's demeanor.

"What are you doing here Stiles?" Erica asked, cocking her head to the side.

"Uh, nothing. I just came for um-"

"Boyd?" Harley finished, the spastic teen nodding.

"Yeah, yes." He swallowed, not looking down at all. "Boyd."

"You know what he's doing right now that's kinda funny?" Erica asked, grinning at Harley.

"What's that?" She replied, cocking her head to the side.

"He's only looking at our eyes." She mused, pursing her lips.

"You're right." The taller blonde chuckled, crossing her arms. "That is funny."

"I-It is?" Stiles swallowed nervously.

"Yeah. Because it's that look when you're trying not to look anywhere other than our eyes." Erica sighed, a tiny smirk on her face. "But you want to, don't you Stiles?"

"You want a nice, long, hard, look." The two girl stepped forward with each of Harley's words, Stiles squeezing his eyes shut.

"Not really, no." His voice was strained as he shook his head, the girls stepping back.

"Oh, so it's just our eyes?" Harley raised an eyebrow, the boy nodding in response.

"You have very beautiful eyes."

"We have beautiful everything." Erica corrected, a sultry tone to her voice.

"And a newfound self confidence." Stiles nodded, the girls watching in amusement. "Congratulations. But uh, I should get going."

"You're not going anywhere." Erica snapped, pining him against the door with her hand.

"Why not?" He gasped, wincing in pain. His eyes widened as Harley held up a piece of from his jeep, a smirk on her lips.

"You're having car trouble."

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"If you're looking for friends, you can do a lot better than Derek." Scott told Boyd as they stepped into the ice rink.

"That really hurts Scott." Derek spoke up, his hands clasped behind his back. "I mean if you're going to review me, at least take a consensus. Erica, how's life been for you since we met?"

"In a word," Erica paused, cocking her head. "Transformative."

She let out of deep growl, flashing her teeth as the others smirked.

"Isaac?"

"Well I'm a little bummed about being a fugitive but other than that," Isaac shrugged, hands in his pockets. "I'm great."

"Harley?" Derek asked, looking over at the blonde. Harley just laughed and traced her top lip with her tongue, a wicked smile on her face.

"I think Scott knows just how good I am." She mused, flicking her hair back. Isaac straightened next to her, glancing at the girl with a hard expression. He couldn't help but wonder what she meant.

"This isn't exactly a fair fight." Scott spoke up, pushing his shoulders back.

"Then go home Scott." Derek chuckled with a shrug. He glanced at his betas, only two walking forward just as Scott punched huge ice, cracking it with his fist. He looked up, fully transformed.

"I meant not fair for them." He let out a deep roar, Isaac running for him, only to be flung into one of barriers around the rink. Erica was kicked into the zhamboni when she tried to attack from behind, Boyd watching silently.

Isaac had got up and started walking towards Scott, shoving him into the zhamboni and throwing him across the ice. Harley and Derek watched with crossed arms as Scott got up and slammed Isaac repeatedly into the ice, Erica jumping on his back. As the fight progressed, both the betas ended up on the ice, nearly unconscious.

"Don't you get it?" Scott growled, looking at all off them. "He's not doing this for you. He's just adding to his own power, okay it's all about him. He makes it seem like he's giving you this gift, and all he's done is turn you into a bunch of guard dogs!"

Isaac and Erica slid across the ice, landing at their feet. Derek looked down in disapproval, shaking his head.

"It's true." Derek sighed, walked forward. "It is about power."

Focused on Derek's words, Scott hadn't even noticed Harley slip away, inching her way carefully behind Scott. Derek flung his hand out, claws growing imeadietly, his eyes glowing their bright red. While Scott watched Derek transform, preparing to fight, Harley sunk her claws into his back, holding him still for her alpha.

Derek head butted Scott forcefully, slashing at his stomach and sending a blow to his face. Scott sent his elbow back, knocking Harley away as Derek landing more blows. She shook it off and grinned before bringing her knee up into his stomach, the beta letting out a groan. Derek grabbed his shirt, punching him repeatedly before slamming him onto his back.

Scott coughed up blood, gasping as Harley's heeled boot stepped on the center of his chest. When Derek nodded to her the blonde stepped back, arms crossed and waiting for her next command as Scott coughed again. Giving him one last glance they started across the rink, pulling up Isaac and Erica.

"No, dont." Scott asked as Boyd got down, looking down at him. "You don't want to be like them."

"You're right." He agreed, lifting up his sweatshirt to reveal his freshly bitten side. "I wanna be like you."

And with that he turned, following Derek and his pack.

Following the winners.

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Not edited.

I hate writing fight scenes. It's hard.

Badass Harley is my fave Harley.

I'm going to try and elaborate into Jackson and Harley's past a bit more, just so y'all know.

Triple updates are acceptable right?

I'm a bit annoyed because I got two messages telling me about a possible plagiarism on my other fic Return. I'm keeping an eye on it, but so far it's looking pretty sketchy.

Anways, vote and comment ❤️

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