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CHAPTER TEN
HEART MONITOR
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MIA TAPPED HER PEN against her desk as she stared out the window. Her brother was in the seat diagonally in front of her, and thankfully the seat in behind him was empty at the moment. She didn't want to face her friend and ignore him, especially since he had perfected the way to get back into her good graces when they were eight.

"Still not talking to me?" Scott looked from Stiles to Mia, who clenched her jaw. "Come on Mia."

Stiles looked back to his sister before turning to face the front of the classroom. He knew that his younger sister was angry at their friend, and he didn't blame her. Their father had gotten hurt and instead of helping him, Scott had protected Allison.

"Can you at least tell me if your dad's okay?" Scott let out a sigh. "I mean, it's just a bruise, right? Some soft tissue damage?"

Mia bit the inside of her cheek to refrain from yelling at her best friend and creating a scene. She didn't understand how he could protect a girl he met less than a month ago before their father, who he had known for the majority of his life.

"You know I feel really bad about it, right?"

He turned toward Mia and noticed the hurt in her eyes as she moved her gaze to the window. She was never one to ignore him for long, but she was determined to not speak to the werewolf until he redeemed himself.

Mia was beyond terrified of losing her father, and Scott knew that. He knew that she had nightmares about being alone and losing everyone she loved. When she saw her dad come home with his injury, Mia was furious. She called Scott within minutes to ask what happened, and hung up the minute he said that he protected Allison as her father got hurt.

"Okay," he sighed. "What if I told you that I'm trying to figure this whole thing out, and that I went to Derek for help?"

Stiles sighed to himself as Mia tapped her foot against the floor.

"If I was talking to you, I'd say that you're an idiot for trusting him." Stiles paused for a moment before continuing his thought. "But, obviously, I'm not talking to you."

Scott could hear her heartbeat as she ignored him, and noticed that each time he looked at her, her pulse quickened. He didn't understand why that happened, but chose to ignore it in favor of trying to get his friends to speak to him again.

Mia watched as her brother thought about what to do, and knew exactly what he was thinking.

"What did he say?" Stiles turned to face his best friend as Mia continued ignoring the boy. He knew she was hurt by his actions and she knew how to hold a grudge.

"Mia?" The girl ignored her best friend in favor of drawing in her notebook. She knew that he had the best intentions, but she wasn't about to forgive him.

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Mia pushed ahead of her best friend and brother to leave the classroom first, only to have both boys grab her shoulders to prevent her from escaping.

"I hate you both." She muttered while trying to pull away from their grasp. "If you let go of me, I won't try to run."

"Bullshit." Stiles and Scott responded in unison as they kept their hands on her arms.

"First chance you get, you'll run away."

"Shut up Stiles," Mia groaned before glaring at Scott. "I'm still mad at you."

"I know." Scott's face fell as he could feel how mad she was at him. He hated when she was angry at him because she was his closest friend.

"Ignoring the fact that Mia hates us right now," Stiles started. "He wants you to tap into your animal side and get angry?"

"Yeah."

Mia continued to struggle against their grasp as they moved away from their classroom.

"I don't care, but that sounds like the antithesis of getting in control." Mia snapped at her best friend as her heart rate quickened. "Also, every time you tap into your animal side, you try to kill someone, and it's almost always either of us."

"I know." Scott let go of Mia's shoulder, causing the brunette to let out a small sigh of relief. "That's what he means when he says he doesn't know if he can teach me. I have to be able to control it."

"Well, how's he gonna teach you to do that?" Stiles released his sister's other shoulder, but was quick to wrap his arm around her so she couldn't escape.

"I don't know. I don't think he does either."

"What if the alpha tries to recruit you into the fraternity again?" Mia asked with a small smile.

"When are you seeing him again?"

"He told me not to talk about it. Just act normal and get through the day." Scott shrugged as his friends gave him a look that asked for him to continue. "He's picking me up at the animal clinic after work."

Stiles stopped walking, pulling Mia to a halt as he thought of a plan.

"After work. All right. Well, that gives us till the end of the school day, then."

"To do what?" Scott asked as his eyes moved between the twins.

Mia nodded to her brother as she realized what he was thinking.

"To teach you ourselves." Mia gave her friend a small smile before moving away from the duo. "I'll see you two dorks later, I've got math."

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"You look so inconspicuous Scooter." Mia rolled her eyes as she bit into her sandwich. Her twin kicked her shin before nodding toward their best friend. "Really, you look like James Bond."

"Really?" Scott looked up from behind his book, only to be met with his best friend smirking at him.

"No, the book makes it more obvious," Stiles responded. "Besides, she's reading anyway."

Scott looked up from his book before hiding behind it again. He peeked his head up from behind his book to look at his best friends, who were sitting side by side on the other side of the table.

"Have either of you come up with a plan yet?"

"Yep," the twins responded in unison.

"Mia improved my plan by adding on the first part." Stiles smiled at his sister before taking a bite out of his apple.

"Does that mean you don't hate me now?"

"No, I still hate you." Mia glared at him before her brother kicked her shin again. "So does Stiles."

"But your crap has infiltrated our lives, so now we have to do something about it." Stiles spoke while chewing his apple. "Plus, I'm definitely a better Yoda than Derek."

"Dude, I'm a better Yoda than both you and Derek." Mia elbowed her brother's side with a smile on her face.

"Okay yeah, you teach me." Scott peeked up from behind his textbook, ignoring his friend's comments about Star Wars.

"Yeah, I'll be your Yoda."

"Yeah, you be my Yoda." Scott responded to Stiles with a roll of his eyes.

"Do you even know who Yoda is, Scooter?"

Scott shook his head in response to Mia's question.

"Your Yoda I will be." Stiles responded in his best impression of the green Jedi Master. "I said it backwards."

"Yeah, I know."

"Backwards he said it," Mia said with a small laugh.

"All right, you know what? I definitely still hate you." Stiles lightly hit the lunch table before packing up his stuff and grabbing Mia's arm. "Uh huh. Oh, yeah."

He dragged his sister away from her lunch tray and ignored her whines of protest as Scott followed the duo out of the cafeteria.

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"Put this on." Stiles passed Scott a band with a heart monitor attached to it while Mia dug through the bag in search of the duct tape she had thrown in it earlier.

"Isn't this one of the heart rate monitors for the track team?"

"Yeah I borrowed it," Stiles responded.

"Stole it." Scott corrected as he watched Mia continue to rummage through the bag. "What are you looking for?"

Mia waved her hand at her friend in a dismissive manner as her brother responded.

"Temporarily misappropriated."

"If we get caught, I'll blame Stiles." Mia gave her twin a sweet smile before continuing to rummage through the duffel bag.

"Thanks." Stiles glared at his younger sister. "Coach uses it to monitor his heart rate with his phone while he jogs, and you're gonna wear it for the rest of the day."

"Isn't that Coach's phone?" Scott looked at the phone Mia had just placed on the bench.

"I stole that." Mia raised her hand with an innocent look on her face. "Coach was way too harsh while grading my last essay, he had it coming."

Both boys let out a chuckle at the brunette's reasoning.

"Why?"

"All right, well, your heart rate goes up when you go wolf, right?" Scott nodded. "When you're playing lacrosse, when you're with Allison, whenever you get angry. Maybe learning to control it is tied to learning to control your heart rate."

Mia nodded along with her brother as her friend smiled at them.

"Like the incredible Hulk?"

"Kind of like the incredible Hulk, yeah," Stiles responded.

"You know about the incredible Hulk, yet you haven't seen Star Wars." Mia shook her head at the teen wolf's reference.

"No, I'm like the incredible Hulk."

"Would you shut up and put the strap on?" Stiles cut off their best friend before turning to face his twin, who had a wide smile on her face. "Did you find it?"

Mia's response was simple as she held up the roll of duct tape for the boys to see.

"You ready Scooter?"

Scott sighed as Mia duct taped his hands behind his back so he wouldn't be able to defend himself for her plan.

"This isn't exactly how I wanted to spend my free period."

Mia rolled her eyes at her best friend before grabbing a lacrosse stick off the floor and moving to the other side of the field.

"Remember, don't get angry," Stiles said as he dropped his duffel on the ground. "You want the first shot or should I?"

"Don't you know that ladies always go first Sti?"

"You're not a lady Mia."

"I'm starting to think this was a really bad idea," Scott called out. The twins exchanged a glance before the younger of the two picked up a lacrosse ball. She was quick to aim before throwing the ball at her friend, hitting him square on the shoulder. "Dude."

"I'm not a dude." Mia called out as she tossed another ball at the werewolf. She listened to the phone beep as his heart rate rose after each hit from the ball. "Keep breathing Scooter."

The brunette ignored her brother's voice as she lined up her next shot, aiming for Scott's chest. She let out a small cheer as the ball hit him square in the chest.

"Maybe I should try out for softball." Mia smiled as she picked up another ball. "I could be a great pitcher. What do you think Scott?"

"Sounds fun," Scott groaned. "Staying calm."

"I think my aim is actually improving." Stiles cradled another ball in the net of his lacrosse stick before tossing it at his friend. He heard the phone start to beep as the teen wolf's heart rate increased. "Don't get angry."

"I'm not getting angry."

"Just keep breathing." Mia tossed another ball at him, and it slammed into his jaw. "Oops."

The siblings continued to shoot on their friend with matching carefree expressions on their faces. Scott dropped to the ground and groaned as Coach's phone started beeping at a more rapid rate. Mia's heart dropped as she realized that he could change in the middle of the lacrosse field, which led to her next move.

She rushed to his side and placed one hand on his chest and the other on his cheek. He had ripped the duct tape off his wrists and was panting.

"Scott, I need you to breathe," she whispered. Her heart was pounding against her chest, and she knew it was from more than the current situation. She took a few deep breaths and was able to slow her heart to a normal pace. "Listen to my heart. Focus on it."

Her hazel eyes met Scott's golden ones, and she watched them flicker between gold and brown. She could tell he was blocking out her brother and the incessant beeping of Coach's phone. After a few minutes, he was calm and his eyes were their normal chocolate brown.

"You good?" Scott nodded at his friend.

"It was the anger," Scott panted. "But it was more than that. It was like, the angrier I got, the stronger I felt."

"So it is anger then," Stiles said. "Derek's right."

"I would like to think the person who was born a lunatic would be right in this scenario." The two boys looked confused at Mia's statement. "Lunatic? The terms lunacy and lunatic come from the full moon."

The boys ignored the brunette's explanation in favor of discussing what their discovery could mean.

"I can't be around Allison," Scott sighed.

Mia didn't exactly understand why the taller brunette's name made her stomach churn. She prayed that Scott couldn't hear her heart as it sped up at the thought of the taller brunette.

"Just because she makes you happy?"

"No," Scott sighed. "Because she makes me weak."

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Mia sat down in economics and sighed as her two best friends entered the room. She was in the seat in front of Scott in order to prevent Allison from sitting there. It drove her insane that he was avoiding someone who liked him as more than a friend.

What if he started ignoring her?

The idea of Scott not talking to her made the brunette feel sick, she never wanted to lose him. He was one of the most important people in her life.

When Mia saw the girl walk into the classroom, her heart drop. She knew it was killing Scott, especially since her brother didn't take the seat behind the messy haired boy.

"Hey." At that, Mia decided to ignore the conversation behind her in favor of listening to Coach Finstock talk about economics.

She watched him slam a textbook on the desk as he asked for a summary of the reading from the night before, which Mia had actually done. With a smile, she raised her hand, ready to explain the week's topic.

"Greenberg, put your hand down," Coach said dismissively. "Everybody knows you did the reading."

He walked away from his desk and started to pace across the front of the classroom. Mia watched as he moved from Greenberg's row to Stiles' before stopping in front of hers.

"How about McCall?"

The Stilinski twins glanced at each other as their friend froze up. He hadn't done the reading that night.

"The reading." Coach leaned against his desk.

"Last night's reading?"

"How about, uh, the reading of the Gettysburg Address?" The entire class chuckled at their teacher's response.

"What?" Scott's voice was laced with confusion as he stared at Coach.

"That's sarcasm," Coach responded. "You familiar with the term sarcasm, McCall?"

Scott looked from Mia, who flashed him an innocent smile, to Stiles, who smirked at his best friend.

"Very," he sighed.

"Did you do the reading or not?" Coach asked, causing Scott's nerves to kick in.

"I think I forgot," Scott mumbled.

"Nice work, McCall," Coach deadpanned. "It's not like you're not already averaging a D in this class."

Mia glared at her teacher for daring to expose her best friend's grades. He didn't know what Scott was going through in his personal life.

"Come on, buddy. You know I can't keep you on the team if you have a D." He whispered to Scott across Mia's desk. "How about you summarize, uh, the previous night's reading?"

Scott shook his head as he started to tap his foot against the floor.

"No? How about the, uh, the night before that?" Coach started to stand up and raised his voice. "How about you summarize anything you've ever read? In your entire life."

Mia could hear the faint beeping of Coach's phone, and was glad that Coach was too preoccupied with Scott to notice his phone.

"No? A blog? How about, uh, how about, uh, the back of a cereal box? No? How about the adults only warning from your favorite website you visit every night? Anything?"

Mia began to tap her foot against the floor as her nerves started to skyrocket on behalf of her friend.

"Thank you, McCall. Thank you." Coach stood up from where he was sitting and hit his desk. "Thank you for extinguishing any last flicker of hope I have for your generation. You just blew it for everybody. Thanks. Next practice, you can start with suicide runs."

Mia's heart was pounding from fear of Scott possibly changing in the middle of the classroom.

"Unless that's too much reading."

Mia turned around to face her friend, who had a nervous look on his face. She placed her hand on his in hopes of helping to calm him down and keeping his heartbeat steady.

"All right. Everybody else, settle down."

Stiles looked at Scott and saw what had calmed him down, Allison. The teen wolf's hand was laced with Allison's. He didn't notice how Scott's other hand was underneath Mia's, and kept his gaze focused on the couple's entwined hands.

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"It's her," Stiles said. He and Mia stood on either side of their best friend.

"What do you mean?"

"He means that it's Allison." Mia gave her friend a weak smile. "She brought you back."

"Remember what you told us about the full moon?" Stiles asked. "You were thinking about her, right? About protecting her."

"Okay," Scott nodded.

"Remember the night of the first lacrosse game?" Stiles started. "You said you could hear her voice out on the field."

"I heard Mia's too." Scott looked at the brunette, who moved her gaze to the floor to avoid his eyes. He could hear her heart racing and was confused about her reaction.

"So then they both brought you back so you could score," Stiles explained. "And then after the game in the locker room, you didn't kill her. At least not like how you were trying to kill me."

Mia shook her head at her brother's words.

"She brings you back, that's what Stiles means," Mia sighed.

"No, no, no. That's not always true," Scott denied. "Because literally every time I'm kissing her or touching her."

Stiles cut him off as he noticed his twin's unease.

"No, that's not the same. When you're doing that, you're just another hormonal teenager thinking about sex, you know?"

Mia noticed how her best friend smiled at the mention of sex, and her heart fell. Of course he was thinking about having sex with Allison. She didn't care that he didn't tell her when they did it, but it hurt when her own brother told her.

"You're thinking about sex right now, aren't you?"

Scott nodded and Mia's false smile fell.

"I've got to go," she mumbled before darting away from the duo. The brunette didn't hear the boys talk about how strange her behavior was as she was searching for her other friend, who was avoiding her.

Her eyes scanned the crowded hallways for Isaac Lahey, but she couldn't find him. She could only see Lydia Martin, who was making out with Jackson against her locker.

Lydia pulled away from her boyfriend and looked around the halls, only for her eyes to meet the hazel ones of Mia Stilinski. She told Jackson that she would be right back before grabbing her bag and moving toward the brunette, who had ducked into the bathroom.

"Mia?" Lydia called out as she entered the bathroom. She looked around, and noticed that only one of the stall doors was closed. "I know you're in here."

Mia sniffled from her stall. She hated that she was nearly in tears because of her best friend and his girlfriend, but there she was.

"I'm fine," she whispered. Her voice was anything but convincing to the strawberry blonde who stood on the other side of the stall door.

"Come out Mia, no one's here."

Mia wiped her eyes, smudging her mascara. She slowly opened the stall door and met the eyes of Lydia Martin.

"What happened?" Lydia asked with a kind smile. She knew that there must be something wrong if the brunette was crying in the school bathroom.

"Nothing," Mia mumbled. Lydia placed her hand on Mia's shoulder, and the brunette looked up to meet her eyes. "It's nothing."

"You wouldn't be upset if it was nothing," Lydia insisted. "Does it have to do with Scott?"

At the mention of her best friend, Mia let out a sigh.

"So it does have to do with him," Lydia smirked at her deduction. "Does it have to do with Allison and him?"

Mia nodded with a shameful look on her face. She hated that she was jealous of her best friend's girlfriend. It was so stupid. He was her best friend, she wasn't supposed to feel like this toward him.

"When did you realize you liked Jackson?" Mia's voice was barely above a whisper.

"I don't remember." Lydia gave Mia a small smile. "But I have seen the way you look at Scott. You really like him, don't you?"

Mia nodded, finally accepting her feelings. She knew that it was the worst time for her to notice them, especially as he was in love with another girl.

"Am I a bad friend for feeling this way?"

"You can't stop your heart from feeling things," Lydia explained. "Why don't we get out of here and get your mind off him."

Mia weakly smiled at the strawberry blonde, thankful that she was acting like herself rather than using her mean girl facade.

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"What are we doing now?" Mia snapped from where she sat in the back seat of the Jeep. "I was spending time with a friend and you two kidnap me so we can go back to school?"

Stiles looked at his twin in the rearview mirror as Scott kept his gaze on the building in front of them.

"You were hanging out with Lydia at her house. How did you do it?" Stiles questioned.

"I'm not a hormonal teenage boy, and I'm actually friendly with her."

Stiles turned off the engine and hopped out of Roscoe before helping Mia out.

"This is a terrible idea." Stiles said as he walked around the Jeep.

"Yeah, I know."

"I don't know why I'm here." Mia held up her hand as she looked at her best friend. "I'm still mad at you."

"Mia," Scott pleaded. "I'm really sorry."

"We're still doing this, right?" Stiles asked, interrupting the duo.

"Can you think of something better?"

"I'm a fan of ignoring the problem until it goes away," Mia shrugged. "I know Stiles is with me."

"Just make sure we can get inside."

Stiles reached into the trunk and pulled out a set of bolt cutters and a flashlight. He handed the flashlight to his twin, who turned on the light and pointed it at Derek Hale with a small smile.

"Hey stalker," she greeted. The older werewolf stepped out of his car and smiled at the girl before turning his attention to Scott.

"Where's my boss?"

"He's in the back." Derek closed his door with a sigh.

"Could I drive your car?" Mia asked as her twin looked into Derek's backseat window.

"Well he looks comfortable," Stiles quipped.

Scott tapped both of his friends on the shoulder before walking up toward the school, the twins following behind him.

"Where are you going?"

"You said I was linked with the alpha," Scott explained. "I'm gonna see if you're right.

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Mia shone the flashlight through the glass wall of the main office. She led the way into the room with Stiles standing between her and Scott.

"Okay, one question," Stiles spoke up. "What are you gonna do if the alpha doesn't show up?"

"I don't know," Scott responded. The twins walked around the desk so that they were standing across from their best friend.

"And what are you gonna do if he does show up?"

"I don't know," Scott repeated his answer from before.

"Your plan sounds eerily like the plan we came up with when looking for the body," Mia chuckled. "Good plan though."

"All right." Stiles turned on the school's intercom system with a few buttons.

"You said that a wolf howls to signal his position to the rest of the pack, right?" The twins nodded in response.

"Right, but if you bring him here, does that make you part of his pack?" Stiles asked.

"Don't let him haze you like they do in real frats. Although a werewolf frat would be a lot more intense." Mia tilted her chin to the side as she thought about the logistics of a werewolf fraternity. Scott smiled at the expression on her face, she may have been mad at him, but she still meant the world to the teen wolf.

"I hope not."

"Yeah, me too," Stiles and Mia responded in unison.

Stiles placed the microphone on the ledge closest to Scott and the boy turned it on.

Scott let out a shrill howl that reminded Mia of a cat screeching.

"Was that okay?" Scott looked between his friends. "I mean, that was a howl, right?"

"Technically." Stiles gave Scott an uneasy look.

"Dude that was terrible." Mia pinched the bridge of her nose with her fingers.

"Well what did that sound like to you?"

"A cat being strangled," Mia deadpanned.

"What do I do? How am I supposed to do this?" Scott's voice was panicked as he looked at the twins for answers they didn't have.

"Hey, hey. Listen to me." Stiles placed his hands on Scott's shoulders. "You're calling the alpha. All right? Be a man."

"Be a werewolf, not a teen wolf," Mia said with a small laugh. "You've got this Scooter."

Scott clicked on the microphone again and let his eyes turn a golden color. He inhaled before letting out a roar that shook the school.

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"I'm gonna kill all three of you." Derek threatened as the trio exited the school. "What the hell was that?"

"I blame those two, I didn't come up with this plan." Mia pointed toward the boys walking beside her. She smiled at the older werewolf, who didn't seem amused by their actions.

"What are you trying to do? Attract the entire state to the school?"

"Sorry, I didn't know it would be that loud." Scott apologized with a shrug.

"Yeah, it was loud." Stiles let out a laugh as he looked at the older werewolf. "And it was awesome."

"Shut up," Derek and Mia snapped in unison, causing the duo to glance at each other.

"Don't be such a sour wolf." Stiles pointed to Derek before turning to his twin. "And don't be a buzzkill."

"I'm not a buzzkill Mischief."

"What'd you do with him?" Scott moved closer to Derek's car.

"What?" The older werewolf turned around, only to see the backseat of his car empty. "I didn't do anything."

Derek started to spit out blood as the alpha lifted him in the air using its claws. Mia gasped before grabbing the boys standing next to her and running toward the school.

The trio slammed the door of the school closed behind them as the alpha moved around outside, unaware of how much more dangerous the night would become.

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Author's Note

Hey everyone! Here's chapter ten of Sciamachy!! I hope you enjoyed it, and I can't wait to write the next chapter because I love that episode so much. Be sure to comment and vote because that always inspires me to continue writing!!

- Daniella

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PUBLISHED: June 21, 2020

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