I'm starting to feel just a little abused
like a coffee machine in an office
so I'm gonna go somewhere cozy
to get me a lover and tell you about it

[shape shifted: season 2, episode 2]
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        "God, it's early," Kenna drawled as she and Tara walked down the halls of Beacon Hills side by side. The girl sighed as they continued to walk. "I mean, are you sure about this whole thing? I know you just found out about everything yesterday and tonight's the full moon, and according to Uncle Alan you're probably gonna lose control and try to murder people since it's your first full moon and you don't know how to control really anything. So like, are you really so sure about trusting Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski?" Kenna asked, craning her neck to look at Tara.

"No, obviously not," Tara responded. "But what choice do I have? Plus, your uncle seems to think it's a good idea and he's kinda like the expert on this shit, so-" her voice trailed off. Obviously, she was freaked out. Tara was so freaked out that she barely slept last night, sprawled out on Kenna's bedroom floor. She was 100% certain that everyone could see the dark circles under her eyes, even through the massive amounts of concealer she applied to her face that morning.

Kenna raised her eyebrow at Tara. "Do you at least feel okay?" she asked.

Tara mulled that thought over in her head. She honestly wasn't sure how she was supposed to feel. Her whole body was changing, and she could feel it. There was a strange pull today and she wasn't sure where it was coming from. It didn't really feel like she was in control today, and she really didn't know who was. She felt her heart drop as she stopped in front of the locker room, she heard both her own and Kenna's heartbeat accelerate as they stared at the door in front of them. "No," Tara said bluntly answering Kenna's question from earlier. With that, she swung her ponytail over her shoulder as she stopped in front of the door to the boys' locker room. "Let's go."

Kenna shrugged as she followed her friend Tara into the locker room. "Okay, cool," she mumbled to herself.

Tara poked her head in, checking to see if it was just Scott and Stiles in there. Sure enough, she could hear their hushed voices bounce off of the lines of lockers. "Are you sure she's gonna come?" she heard Stiles whisper. "I mean, she didn't really seem that... great yesterday. Not that I care," he backtracked. "I just, I don't know she was different," he pointed out.

"Stiles, she's gonna show up," Scott responded quietly. "Trust me."

Tara heard Stiles sigh softly, "I don't know, dude, I think she might just-" but he voice trailed off as he spotted Tara and Kenna peak around the corner. "Wow you look like- well, you look like shit," he stated, looking Tara up and down.

Tara pursed her lips, "Suck my dick, Stilinski," she retorted as she walked up to the two boys.

Stiles opened and closed his mouth quickly before responding. "Okay," he said quietly.

Kenna tilted her head at him, "You did say she looked like shit so don't really be surprised that she responded like that," she told him as she joined the group by the lockers.

Stiles nodded slowly. "Noted," he said. "Well thanks for coming guys," he said awkwardly.

"Yeah, thanks for thinking I wasn't going to show up," Tara retorted, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I didn't really think that really," Stiles said, stumbling over his words. "Like not really at all, really, but not- not really."

Tara blinked, "You realized I could hear you back there so I know what you said," she stated.

"Yeah, yeah, we've established that," Stiles said quickly, cutting her off so she couldn't say anything else. "Thank you, Tara. You're already a handful and the full moon hasn't even risen yet."

Kenna raised her eyebrow at him, "What do you mean by that?" she asked Stiles.

Scott shrugged, "It's just the full moon kinda heightens every emotion for werewolves so it's gonna be very different for you," he said turning to Tara. "But don't worry, I've got it under control now so I can teach you," he finished with an air of confidence in his words.

Stiles laughed a little and then covered his mouth with his hand. "Dude, no you don't," he told Scott.

Scott frowned, "Stiles, I'm serious. I feel great this full moon. I'm completely and utterly under control."

"You tried to kill me last full moon," Stiles deadpanned.

"And I won't try to do it this time," Scott asserted.

Kenna frowned glancing over at Tara. "Please don't try to kill me tonight, I would like to keep my life."

"Girl I would never, don't worry about it," Tara replied, shaking her head slowly.

"Scott, I know you feel great about it but, I mean, she had the urge to maim and kill me before the full moon so who knows what she's gonna be like," Stiles said, flicking his thumb back at Tara. "And I don't know if you're going to be entirely conscious to help her."

Tara clicked her tongue, "I was gonna disagree with you but you're not really wrong so," she finished with a small shrug.

"Exactly, exactly," Stiles said, clapping his hands together.

Scott rolled his eyes, "I swear I don't have the urge to maim and kill you," he told Stiles.

Stiles frowned, "You know, you say that now but then the full moon goes up and out come the fangs and the claws and there's a lot of howling and screaming and running everywhere, okay?" he explained.

Tara's eyes widened in horror, "Is that gonna happen to me?" she asked quietly.

"Uh, yes, sorry," Stiles said quickly, barely acknowledging her comment. "And it's very stressful on me so I'm still locking the both of you up."

Kenna raised her eyebrow but didn't say anything as other boys began to file into the locker room, most of them ignoring the girls' presence. "Okay fine," Scott said with a small huff. "But I do think I'm in more control now. Especially since things are good with Allison."

Stiles rolled his eyes, "Okay, I'm aware of how good things are with Allison," he stated.

"They're really good," Scott said, a glassy look coming over his eyes.

"I- thank you, I know," Stiles responded sourly.

"I mean, like, really good," Scott continued.

Tara scrunched her nose up in disgust. "Ew, oh my god. I did not come here to listen to you talk about having sex with Allison Argent," she hissed.

"Okay, for once, I agree with Tara. Also, what are you still doing here?" Stiles asked, turning back to her.

"You two dumbasses invited me here because you said you could help me with the whole full moon problem," Tara whispered.

Scott nodded, "Yes, please tell me you have something better than handcuffs this time," he expressed.

"Handcuffs?!" Kenna exclaimed quietly.

"Yeah," Stiles said calmly, fiddling with the lock on his locker. "I got something much better than handcuffs." He opened the door slowly and what happened next made Tara want to crawl into a hole and die. The girl watched in horror as a long metal chain began to fall out of Stiles's locker and onto the ground. The sound of metal hitting the ground began to echo throughout the locker room and Tara's ears. The chain seemed to fall in slow motion as the other guys that had come into the locker room began to turn towards the group of four, watching and whispering as the final links of the chain hit the tile floor.

Tara's mouth fell open, "No," she whispered, feeling the sets of eyes that immediately fell on the group of four. "I'm not letting you chain me up!" she insisted.

"Why not?" Stiles asked, slightly offended by her response.

"Because I'm not engaging in your weird fucking kink, bro," Tara practically growled as Coach Finstock made his way over to them, looking down at the pile of chains on the ground.

"Part of me wants to ask. The other part says knowing will be more disturbing than anything I could ever imagine," he said, glancing up at the four of them. "So- I'm gonna walk away," he finished, starting to turn his back on the group. "Also, Peters, Iver," he said, turning back to look at the two girls. "Get out of my locker room."

Kenna smiled awkwardly giving him a small nod. "We were already leaving Coach!" she called after him. "Tara, let's go," she said, motioning for her friend to follow her out.

"Yeah, just give me one second, I'll meet you out there," Tara replied quietly. She looked Stiles dead in the eyes. "You're not gonna chain me up, got it?" she threatened. "Use your brain and think of a better solution."

Tara huffed as she turned on her heel. "Yeah, well, you'll be singing a different tune later tonight, Peters!" Stiles called after her.

Tara rolled her eyes, ignoring his last comment as she stumbled around the corner row of lockers, avoiding the multiple pairs of eyes that were on her. She glared at a group of boys, who immediately turned away from her as she made eye contact with them. "That's what I thought," she whispered to herself as she turned another corner, not entirely looking where she was going, she took a few steps until her body collided with something hard in her path. The girl groaned as she looked forward, rubbing her head, recognizing a clothed torso in front of her. "Fuck, shit," Tara cursed. "I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going."

The boy in front of her shook his head. "Don't worry about it," a familiar voice said. Tara finally looked up, narrowing her eyes as she tried to figure out why he sounded so familiar. "It's really not that big of a dea-" The boy met Tara's eyes and it all clicked. Isaac Lahey. His mouth fell open slightly as he stared at her. Their last interaction was, less than ideal, but his black eye from yesterday was gone. Tara looked the boy up and down, there was something different about him, a different aura, and she couldn't figure out why.

Tara felt her cheeks heat up, even though she tried to ignore it, there was no doubt in her mind that he had saw her check him out, but she hoped it he wouldn't say anything about it. Tara opened and closed her mouth, words escaping her at this mouth. She wasn't usually rendered speechless like this, but here she was, staring at this boy, looking like a complete idiot. It didn't help that she was standing in the middle of the guys' locker room, where she definitely wasn't supposed to be. Tara blinked, "Hi," she said softly.

"Hi," Isaac responded slowly. He looked around before looking back at her. "You do realize this is the boys' locker room, right?" he asked her.

Tara bit her lip, "Yeah, uh, it's a very long story that I don't have time for right now. And it would make me sound crazy if I told you, so-" she sounded, her voice trailing off at the end of her sentence. The girl gulped before continuing, "Look, I- uh, I'm sorry about yesterday. I was prying and being nosey, so uh- yeah, I'm really fucking sorry."

Isaac shook his head, "Don't be," he said quickly. "You were concerned, it was- I don't know- it was kinda cute," he said with a small shrug, smirking when she met his eyes.

Tara raised her eyebrow at him. "Okay, what's up with you today?" she asked him quickly, a little surprised by his response.

"What do you mean?" Isaac replied.

"I dunno, you're just-" Tara clicked her tongue. "Different," she finished.

Isaac tilted his head at her, "Huh," he sounded. "Is it a good type of different or a bad type of different?"

Tara smiled, "I'm still trying to figure that one out," she said. She looked the boy up and down once more, trying to figure out what had brought about this new bout of what she could only call confidence. Besides his black eye magically disappearing, she could really see anything different with him, it was just a gut feeling.

"Well, when you make your decision, Peters, let me know," Isaac said, sending her a small wink. He leaned closer to her. "See you around," he whispered before straightening back up. "Hopefully not in the guys' locker room but to each their own."

Tara resisted the urge to crack another smile as the boy brushed past her. Tara hummed as she adjusted the sweatshirt that she was wearing. She paused for a second before turning back. "Lahey, were you flir-" she started but stopped, seeing no sign of the boy behind her, only an extremely angry Coach Finstock.

"Peters, you get lost easily?" Coach asked her.

Tara shook her head immediately, "No, Coach, I would uh- I would say my sense of direction is pretty- pretty good," she said awkwardly.

"Right," Coach responded. "You think you can find your way to the exit?" he asked.

"Yeah, yeah, I think I got it, Coach," Tara said, scratching the back of her neck.

"Great, don't let me see you in here again," Coach warned her, making direct eye contact with the girl.

Tara gulped, "You won't," she insisted with that she quickly rounded the corner and darted out of the locker room, still no closer to knowing how to survive the full moon. Kenna frowned as Tara erupted out of the door.

"Damn, took you long enough," she commented, eyeing Tara curiously.

Tara huffed, "We're going to that practice," she decided.

Kenna furrowed her brows, "Why?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest. "I thought you didn't want to spend more time with Scott and Stiles than you needed to."

Tara sighed, "I mean, I don't but we didn't get anything out of that conversation besides Stiles is planning to lock both Scott and I up. Fucking hell, that sounds terrible when I say it out loud." she whispered to herself. "Plus, I don't have anything better to do so might as well watch them suck ass at lacrosse and they probably need us out there because," she finished with a shrug.

"Well, what if I have something better to do?" Kenna retorted, her braids swinging as she shook her head slowly.

Tara raised her eyebrow at the girl. "Seriously, Ken?" she started.

Kenna frowned, "Fine but you owe me, got it?"

Tara nodded, "Got it," she replied.

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Tara could smell the dew on the grass as she and Kenna made their way out onto the lacrosse field. She scanned the crowd, her eyes instantly landing on Scott and Stiles who were already waving the girls over to their spot on the bench. "See," Tara whispered to Kenna. "Told you they would need us."

Kenna rolled her eyes, "Or they're just desperate to make more friends," she responded sarcastically.

Tara tilted her head as she glanced over at Kenna. "Yeah, it's probably the latter," she admitted as they reached the pair of guys.

"We have something to tell you," Scott said quickly. "Well, I don't know if it pertains to you, Kenna, but it definitely does for Tara," he finished, loosely adjusting his shoulder pads under his lacrosse jersey.

"Okay, well what it is?" Tara asked quickly, exchanging small nervous glances with Kenna.

Scott and Stiles looked at each other before looking back at the two girls, who had taken seats on the bleachers directing behind them. "There's another wolf," Scott said simply.

"What?" Kenna spluttered, her brows knitting together. "How do you know that?" she asked quietly.

Tara nodded in agreement, "Yeah, how?" she echoed.

"I can-" Scott started, looking around before leaning in closer to the group. "I can sense it," he whispered, glancing around once more to make sure no one was looking at them.

Tara scrunched up her face in confusion, "Sense it?" she repeated. "Like Spiderman?" she asked.

Stiles whipped his head around to stare at the girl. "What the hell do you know about Spiderman?" he questioned.

"Well, I don't live under a fucking rock now do I, Stilinski?" Tara retorted, glaring at him. "I know who Spiderman is. I've seen the movies," she stated.

Stiles raised his eyebrow, "Well, what about the com-"

Tara rolled her eyes, interrupting him swiftly. "Look me in the eyes, Stilinski, does it look like I read comic books?" she asked sarcastically. "Does it look like that's a hobby of mine?" Stiles shook his head nervously. "That's what I thought," Tara finished.

"Okay, this is not integral to the conversation," Scott said looking between the two of them. "I'm trying to talk about the other werewolf."

Stiles furrowed his brows, turning to his friend. "Are you sure you weren't just sensing Tara?" he asked. "I mean, she was leaving the locker room at the same time as your whole wolf senses thing."

Scott nodded, "I'm sure it's someone new. The scents were different," he stated.

Tara sighed, "Okay, I'm not even gonna try to understand the scents thing, but given the context clues it's got to be Derek that turned this person, right?" she reasoned. "I mean unless you guys know another alpha, at least I think that's what Deaton called it."

Scott and Stiles exchanged knowing glances. "Not one that's alive," Scott answered slowly.

"So this Derek character is running around and turning other teenagers into werewolves?" Kenna asked, shaking her head at the ridiculousness of it all. "But he didn't turn you right?"

Tara shook her head, "I don't even know what that means."

"So that's a no," Stiles answered for Tara. "I guess he's just trying to find a pack of his own. He needed a- uh-" he voice trailed off.

"Replacement," Tara finished suddenly. "I mean, if he's original plan was to get more wolves for his pack. He didn't ask me and it looks like Scott isn't part of it, so he needed another replacement," she said with a small shrug.

"Replacements a harsh word, don't you think," Stiles questioned. "What if they're a nice wolf?" he asked.

The brunette scoffed. "Yeah, well, more likely than not they're a dick," Tara answered.

Stiles rolled his eyes. "You've been a wolf for like what, a day now?" he asked her. "And you just magically know everything now?"

"No, I just have the gut feeling that this one is gonna be a dick," Tara said bluntly. "Call it a girl's intuition."

"Okay, but we can't know that for sure until we find out who it is," Scott told her.

Tara frowned, flaring her nostrils. "Well, don't blame me when this new guy is a fucking dick," she whispered under her breath. "Because I don't know clearly don't know anything. You two are the big brains here, so you guys got this covered" she said pointing at Scott and Stiles. "I'll just stand here helplessly and wait for you guys to do all the work. I'll just be a pretty face in the crowd," she said sarcastically.

"Woah, woah, woah. You can relax, wolfie, it's take a while to sniff someone out," Stiles retorted. "Once we know who it is, then we can figure out if they're a dick or not."

Tara tapped her foot on the bottom of the bleachers impatiently. "Well, what the hell are you doing just sitting here? Figure it out already," she said, flicking the young boy in the forehead.

Stiles' hand flew to his forehead, rubbing the spot where Tara's finger had made contact with his skin. "Ow!" she complained. "In case you haven't noticed, you have super strength now, so that small flick is gonna leave a bruise!"

"Oh, you'll be fine, Stiles. Stop being dramatic," Kenna told him.

Stiles furrowed his brows looking back at Scott. "Did you really have to take Tara under your wing?" he asked. "Because these two are really starting to get on my nerves."

"Shut up, stop pretending like you don't enjoy our company, Stilinski," Tara teased.

"Yeah, I mean look at us, we're bonding already," Kenna added, patting him on the shoulder. "Aren't we bud?"

Scott shook his head. "Okay, that's great and all but can we return to the problem at hand," he said, trying to steer the group in the right direction. "The new werewolf, I know it's not Tara but I couldn't tell who it was."

Stiles sighed, racking his brain quickly. "What if you could get him one-on-one?" he asked. "Would that help?"

Scott thought it over for a second before nodding. "Yeah," he said slowly.

"Okay," Stiles said simply. "I think I got an idea." He didn't give anyone time to respond before he rushed off the bench.

Tara leaned over Scott's shoulder to look at him, "Does he do that often?" she asked, flicking her thumb at Stiles who was now deep in a conversation with Coach Finstock. "Just skip off and make you trust in whatever plan he comes up with?"

Scott nodded. "Yeah, that's how this goes most of the time," he answered.

"Great," Kenna said sarcastically. "This was such a great idea," she continued, sending her friend a fairly sarcastic thumbs up.

"Hey, it's not my fault I'm a werewolf now. Whatever the hell that means," Tara hissed in response, straightening back up at Stiles rejoined the group, a dorky smile spread across his face.

"I told coach you're switching with Danny for the day," Stiles told Scott as he sat down.

Scott furrowed his brows, a small frown spread across his face. "But I hate playing goal," he stated.

Stiles sighed tightening his gloves. "Remember when I said I had an idea?" he asked. Scott nodded in response. "This is the idea."

"Oh," Scott sounded.

Stiles gave his friend a small nod. "There we go," he said, flashing Scott a smile.

Scott blinked, "What's the idea?" he asked.

Tara, Kenna, and Stiles groaned at the same time. "Oh my god, I don't even play lacrosse and I understood what he meant," Tara said seriously.

"Yeah, Scott, I seriously don't understand how you survive without me sometimes," Stiles told him, patting Scott on the back slightly.

"I don't know how you guys survive period," Kenna chimed in, placing one of her legs over the other as she looked at the two boys.

"Ha, ha," Stiles said dryly. "I hate you two. I hope you know that," he stated.

Before either girl could respond, Coach's voice rang across the open field. "Let's go! Line it up," he shouted, waving his arms so that the team would gather on the field. "Faster!" he shouted. "Make daddy proud!"

Tara placed a hand on Scott's shoulder, holding him back on the bench for a second. "Find that wolf," she whispered in his ear. "Please, I don't want another potential murderer running around tonight," she added lightly, trying to not sound as harsh.

Scott sighed, "I'll try my best," he replied before rushing out onto the field, taking his position in the goal.

"You think he can do it?" Kenna asked Tara in a low voice.

Tara exhaled slowly, "To be honest with you, Ken. I have no fucking idea," she responded quietly. She narrowed her eyes as she watched the rest of the team file into a single line in front of Scott and whoever was playing the defensive position. She frowned as Coach raised the whistle to his mouth, blowing loudly as he threw the ball up into the air. The player going against Scott caught the ball in his stick and began to rush forward, but he couldn't have gotten more than three feet before Scott tackled them to the ground.

Tara winced as she heard the sound of the player falling to the ground. "That's gonna bruise," she said under her breath as Scott brushed himself off.

"Let me help you up," Tara heard Scott say as he offered his hand to the player. The player accepted and Scott pulled him to his feet, not before quickly smelling the guy, which didn't go unnoticed by the two girls on the bleachers.

Kenna opened and closed her mouth quickly, pointing to the two guys on the lacrosse field. "Am I seeing things or did Scott just... smell him?"

"I think he smelled him," Tara answered, a concerned look flashing across her face. "I just wish he didn't make it that obvious."

Kenna turned to look at Tara. "And you are placing your life in the hands of that," she said, nodding to Scott who was now helping the fellow player off of the ground.

Tara tutted, "Unfortunately."

"McCall!" Coach called loudly, drowning out the sound of Tara's voice.

Scott scratched the back of his neck. "Yeah?" he asked.

"Usually the goalie stays somewhere within the vicinity of the actual goal," Coach informed him, even though Scott definitely knew that.

Scott twirled his lacrosse stick in his hand. "Yes Coach," he responded before rushing back to his position in goal.

Tara could've sworn she saw Coach roll his eyes before he returned to the sideline. "Let's try it again," he stated. Coach blew the whistle ouch more and tossed the ball towards the middle of the field. The next player who was up lunged his stick forward, catching it in the small net. He started to run forward, but Scott was much too fast for him. Scott crashed into the side of the player, causing him to fall over Scott's back and onto the grass, hitting the ground with a small thud.

"Oh shit," Tara sounded, covering her mouth with her hand. "I swear I heard bones breaking," she whispered to Kenna.

"I don't doubt it," Kenna responded. "I swear to fucking god, Scott is gonna put these boys in the hospital," she stated.

Tara looked back to the field, craning her head to try and hear what was happening. "What the hell, man?" the played mumbled.

"My bad dude," Scott said, before sniffing the guy again.

Tara sighed, "He's got to make it look less obvious," she stated, shaking her head. "Everyone's just gonna go around and think he sniffs people for fun."

"Yeah, that wouldn't be the worst rumor that's going around right now," Kenna replied with a shrug.

Tara clicked her tongue, "True," she responded as Coach began to yell at Scott once more.

"McCall!" Coach bellowed. "The position's goal keep. Not goal abandoner!" he said, throwing his hands up in the air in frustration.

Scott winced through his helmet. "Sorry Coach," he responded.

"Let's go!" Coach yelled, throwing the ball once more. This time, the player up against Scott barely had enough time to catch the ball before Scott sent him flying five feet into the air, landing with a crash on the grassy field.

"What the fuck!" Tara exclaimed a little too loud as she saw heads turn her way. "Sorry, sorry," she said quietly, watching as Scott once again sniffed the player on the ground.

Tara could tell that Coach was growing extremely impatient with Scott's antics as he grabbed Stiles by his helmet! "Stilinski!" Tara heard Coach yell. "What the hell is wrong with your friend?" he asked.

Stiles gulped before responding. "Uh, he's failing two classes. He's a little socially awkward and if you look close enough, his jawline's kind of uneven," he responded quickly.

Coach blinked, staring at Scott as he let go of Stiles' helmet. "That's interesting," he responded. "Let's fire it up!" he called, returning to the sidelines.

The next player trying to score against Scott was Danny, and Tara knew that this wasn't going to end well for either of them. Tara watched through one closed eye as Scott and Danny collided with each other, both boys hurling towards the ground. Tara shook her head as Scott sniffed the boy. "It's Armani," Tara heard Danny whisper.

"Huh?" Scott responded.

"My aftershave," Danny stated. "Armani.

"Oh!" Tara heard Scott respond in a chipper manner. "It's nice!"

"Oh my god," Tara mumbled, placing her head in her hands. "I'm gonna kill him. I'm actually gonna kill him," she decided. "I'm gonna wolf out on the full moon and kill him."

"You regret coming out here now, don't you?" Kenna asked her, a small smile spreading across her face.

"Yeah, yeah. I do," Tara said, taking her face out of her hands. "It's fucking embarrassing," she stated.

Kenna hit her in the side of the shoulder. "Hey look, number 14," she pointed out.

Tara frowned, narrowing her eyes at the player who had stepped up. "Huh?" she sounded.

"Nothing, it's just, that's your soccer number," Kenna pointed out.

"Oh, cool," Tara said slowly. "Guess I'll match with that guy," she said with a small shrug.

"Maybe he's your soulmate," Kenna said with a small wink. "Matching numbers in all." Tara turned towards her, giving her an incredulous look. "Kidding, kidding," Kenna said as Scott returned to the goal. "God, lighten up, Tara."

The girl sighed as she turned her attention back to the field. "I'm trying," she whispered. "Let's hope Scott doesn't beat that guy up." The guy in the #14 jersey turned towards the stands, giving Tara a curious look as if he could hear what she said. Tara blinked at the sudden eye contact, but as soon as she met the boy's blue eyes, he turned away, glancing back at Scott.

Tara frowned, her eyes still fixated on the boy. "Who- who is that?" she mumbled to herself.

"Hmm?" Kenna hummed, glancing at Tara as the pair heard the whistle blow.

"Do you know how that is? The guy you were pointing out earlier... number 14?" Tara asked quickly.

Kenna rolled her eyes, "Tara, do you really think I pay attention to the lacrosse boys?" she asked sarcastically.

"No," Tara said quietly.

"Well then no, no I don't know who he is," Kenna stated.

"Right," Tara responded slowly, turning back to the field, which she wasn't paying attention to. She didn't hear a loud crash so she assumed that Scott didn't run this guy into the ground. "Huh," she sounded, surveying the scene in front of her. It was obvious that the two guys had run into each other, but neither one was on the ground in pain. The two boys just stared at each other. Tara narrowed her eyes, squinting to see if she could recognize who the other boy was under his helmet.

Tara heard the boy gulp, "Don't tell them," he told Scott in a hushed voice. "Please don't tell them."

"Oh fuck," Tara whispered, turning to look at Kenna, realizing exactly who the guy on the field was. "I know who that is. It's Lahey. Is-Isaac Lahey," she stated.

Kenna stared at her, a blank expression on her face. "Okay? Is that supposed to mean anything to me?" she asked.

"He, uh, he's in our chemistry class. I just- I recognized his voice," Tara said slowly. She furrowed her brows, still staring at the boy on the field. "God, fuck, that's what was different," she whispered to herself. "He's a fucking werewolf."

Kenna raised her brows, looking past Tara onto the field. "Yeah, well, looks like he's got bigger problems than that," she stated, pointing to the corner. "Cops," she stated.

"What?" Tara said, whirling around to where Kenna was pointing. She bit her lip carefully as she watched Sheriff Stilinski and two other cops step out onto the lacrosse field. "Shit, cops," Tara repeated.

"Looks like your guy's in a world of trouble," Kenna said with a small sigh.

"Yeah," Tara said in a defeated voice. "Yeah, he is."

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grace talks ig: guys don't yell at me, but I split the episode up into two chapters again. I KNOW. I KNOW. I said i wouldn't but I'm only 20 minutes into the episode and I had already written 5,000 words so part two is coming next week. I PROMISE. AnyWAys this chapter is fun and i like it. the core four is core fouring, if you know what I mean. Jk jk, but I LOVE LOVE LOVE the interactions between Scott, Stiles, Tara, and Kenna because they become besties by the end of the book and it's just so fun to see because they are bickering like CRAZYYYY rn. Anyways, tara and isaac are the lomls and I'm gonna leave y'all with that fact. Vote and comment if you want but until then, BYEEEEE. SEE YOU SOON.