Chapter Twelve 

I've waited for the boys to be here for at least 15 minutes before they finally decided to show up. I'm on the field, like Stiles had told me to meet them. What is Stiles planning? Are they just joking around with me now?

I rolled my eyes. My ass is beginning to get sore from sitting on this bench. I then got up and walked to the middle of the field, deciding I needed to stretch. I easily did a cartwheel. I was maybe four when I remembered doing gymnastics, along with Cora. That was the only thing that Cora and I had in common. We were both obsessed with it. Peter would always drop us off and pick us up.

"This is not gonna be easy," I heard Scott complain to Stiles. "I thought I told Faya to meet us here."

"I have been," I called out, walking closer to them to see that they had grabbed some lacrosse gear, Stiles dumping it on the bench. "For 15 minutes. What the hell are you guys thinking?"

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Okay. Now, put this on." Stiles hands Scott a heart monitor.

"Isn't this one of the heart monitors for the track team?" Scott questioned, looking down at the strap, taking it from Stiles.

"Yeah, I borrowed it," Stiles lied, I could hear his heart rate speed leap.

"Stole it." I pointedly said, standing in front of the boys now.

"Temporarily misappropriated!" Stiles defended. "Coach uses it to monitor his heart rate with his phone when he jogs and you're going to use it for the rest of the day,"

Stiles then pulls out a phone and Scott stares at it warily. "Isn't that Coach's phone?"

Stiles smirks, nodding. "That I stole."

I rolled my eyes. "I should turn you in. Stealings a crime."

Stiles glared at me. "Why?" Scott continued, staring at Stiles.

"All right, well, your heart rate goes up when you go wolf, right? 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." Stiles explained.

"Like The Incredible Hulk?" Scott had this little grin appear on his face as he looked between Stiles and I.

I rolled my eyes. "Kind of like The Incredible Hulk, yeah."

Scott smiled, his eyes lighting up. " No, I'm like The Incredible Hulk!"

Stiles, annoyed, glares at him. "Would you shut up and put the strap on?"

"That's the title of your sex tape," I laughed, Stiles glowered at me. Scott puts on the strap. Stiles then continued on with plan B.

I stood in the middle of the field with some lacrosse balls that were in a duffle bag and one lacrosse stick. Stiles is tying up the back of Scott's hands with duct tape.

"This isn't exactly how I wanted to spend my free period..." Scott muttered under his breath. Stiles then walked over to me where the lacrosse stick was. I'm sitting on the ground.

"All right. You ready?" Stiles called out to Scott.

"No," Scott replied.

"Remember, don't get angry," Stiles reminded him. I'm sitting with my legs crossed, holding Coach's phone in my hand with the app on, it was linked up to Scott's heart rate.

"I'm starting to think this was a really bad idea." Scott complained. Stiles then picked up a lacrosse ball, putting it into the next of the lacrosse sticks. With all the force he could muster, he heaved the stick forward, gripping onto it. The ball flies out of the net and straight towards Scott, hitting him in the stomach. Scott lets out a groan out in pain. Stiles laughed. Stiles then took another shot at Scott, hitting him right on the jawline. "Okay, that one kind of hurt!"

"Quiet. Remember, you're supposed to be thinking about your heart rate, all right? About staying calm." Stiles reminded him.

"Stay calm," Scott muttered to himself. He dodged a ball that Stiles had thrown at him. "Staying calm. Staying totally calm. There are no balls flying at my face--" A ball hits Scott in the balls, causing me to laugh, as Scott collapses onto his knees. Stiles then throws another ball at his face. "Ah! Son of a bitch!"

"You know what? I think I'm aim is actually improving." Stiles chuckles, twirling his lacrosse stick around.

"I wonder why!" Scott exclaimed.

"Don't get angry," Stiles cheekily reminded him. I tuned in on Scott's hearing as Stiles kept throwing balls towards Scott, hitting Scott almost every single time. I could tell Scott's getting angry, making me worried.

"I'm not getting angry," Scott spoke, sounding very annoyed. He then lets out a groan, digging his knees into the grass. Stiles stopped throwing balls at him, his eyes widening. I scrambled off the ground and stood next to Stiles. Scott had ripped off his duct tape and his hands dig into the ground. He was practically seething. My eyes dropped down to the heart rate monitor on the phone. 130.

But, surprisingly, the heart rate is going down. Fast. I looked at Stiles and showed him the results. He only frowned. Scott looked up at us, his eyes wide as he stares at us.

"Scott?" Stiles questioned nervously, cautiously walking over to his friend. "Scott... You started to change--"

"From the anger." Scott cuts him off. "But it was more than that-- it was like, the angrier I got, the stronger I felt."

"No it is anger, then. Derek's right." Stiles had muttered.

Scott sighs glumly. "I can't be around Allison."

"Just because she makes you happy?"

"No... Because she makes me weak."

--

"Let's go, sit, sit, sit!" Coach's annoying voice speaks as soon as Scott, Stiles, and I entered the class.

"Hey, Stiles, sit behind me." Scott requested as soon as he sat down. I sat next to the empty seat. Before Stiles could even sit down, Allison slams her books down on the seat Stiles was going for. She gave him a sweet smile and Stiles gave her an awkward smile. Stiles moves out the way, rolling his eyes as he sat in front of me.

"Hey," Allison greeted Scott. "I feel like I haven't seen you all day."

"I've been busy," Scott somewhat lies.

"When are you gonna get your phone fixed? I feel like I'm totally disconnected from you." I almost rolled my eyes at that one.

"Uh, soon. Real soon." Scott told her, almost dismissing it.

"I changed my lab partners, by the way," Allison added, leaning forward. I looked at her, almost offended. I was her lab partner.

"Oh, to who?" Scott cocked his head.

"To you, dummy!" Allison smiled widely. She then turned to me. "Faya, I'm so sorry, I was going to ask you but I couldn't find you and you seemed busy, I--"

"It's fine, who was Scott's?" I questioned. But then, I figured it out and I turned to Stiles. "Are you kidding me? I'm partnered with this spaz?!"

Stiles' mouth dropped and turned to me. "I'm partnered with her?" He huffs and turns back around. "I'm going to die."

"Me?" Scott stammers. "I mean, are you sure?"

"Yeah!" Allison nods enthusiastically. "This way, I have an excuse to bring you home and study. You don't mind... Do you?"

"I just-- I don't want to bring your grades down..."

Allison smiled genuinely at Scott. "Well, I mean, maybe I can bring your grade up. Come to my place tonight. Eight-thirty?"

Scott's eyes widened and glanced at me, I greeted him with my ice-cold glare. "Tonight?" He stammers.

Allison nods. "Eight-thirty."

Coach then slammed his book on his desk up the front to gain our attention. "Let's settle down." Coach looked around the room. "Let's start with a quick summary of last night's reading." I glanced around the room, noticing people raising their hands. Yes, I did the reading, but I don't really feel like talking to anyone right now. Allison made me partnered with Stilinski. How could she? "Greenburg, put your hand down, we all know you did the reading. How about... McCall!"

"What?" Scott looked up from his desk at Coach.

"The reading." Coach stated.

Scott winces. "Last night's reading?" Okay, yeah, he's stalling...

"How about, uh, the reading of The Gettysburg Address?" Coach fires towards him.

"What?"

"That's sarcasm. You familiar with the term "sarcasm," McCall?" Coach questioned, using some hand gestures.

Scott cranked his neck towards Stiles. Stiles had a proud smirk on his face. "Very."

"Did you do the reading or not?"

"Uh, I think I forgot..." Scott confessed.

"Come on, buddy-- you know I can't keep you on the team if you have a D. How about you summarize, uh, the previous night's reading?" Everyone around chuckled. I almost smirked. Scott doesn't say anything. Coach's phone was on my lap and Scott's heart beat is rising by the seconds. "No? How about the, uh, the night before that? How about you summarize anything you've ever read in your entire life?"

"I, uh..."

"No? A blog? How about, uh, how about, uh... the back of a cereal box?" I continued to stare at the phone and then glanced at Scott. " No? How about the adults-only warning from your favourite website you visit every night? Anything?" Coach sighs in annoyance. "Thank you, McCall. Thank you." He then continued to rant dramatically. " Thank you, McCall! 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... unless that's too much reading."

The beeping then went down, which surprised me. But I looked over at Scott, my eyes trail down to Allison. I noticed that Allison was holding hands with Scott under the desk. And surprisingly, Scott's heart rate is going down, too. I didn't even need the monitor, I can here it with my own ears. Allison is his anchor. I remembered Derek telling me about anchors, how they keep you calm and steady. Allison is his. I sighed in annoyance and lent back in my chair.

"All right. Everybody else, settle down."

--

"It's her." I told Scott as soon as we exited Coach's class, walking down the hallways.

"What are you talking about?" Scott questioned.

"Allison--"

"Dude, remember when you told me about the night on the full moon?" Stiles cuts me off which I glare at him for. "You were thinking about her, right?"

"Okay..."

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

"Yeah, I did..." Scott nods.

"Well, so that's what brought you back so you could score. 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." Stiles muttered off. "She brings you back, is what I'm saying."

"No, no, no. But it's not always true, because literally every time I'm kissing her, or-or touching her--" I rolled my eyes at Scott.

"No, that's not the same. When you're doing that, you're just another hormonal teenager thinking about sex, you know?" I interrupt him. I glared at Scott. "You're thinking about sex right now, aren't you?"

He gave me a sheepish smile. "Yeah... Sorry." I hit him. "Ow!"

"That's fine. Look, back in the classroom, when she was holding your hand, that was different, okay? I don't think she makes you weak-- I-I think she actually gives you control. She's kind of like an anchor." I tried my best to explain it to Scott.

"You mean, because I love her?" Scott says allowed, causing me to stop. I wanted to slap the absolute shit out of him. The boys stopped too.

"Exactly," Stiles nods.

"Did I just say that?" Scott's eyes widened.

"Yes, you just said that," I replied bitterly.

"I love her." He smiled.

"That's great! Now, moving on--"

He cuts me off. "No, no, no, really-- I think I'm totally in love with her."

Stiles, just as impatient as I am, speaks. "And that's beautiful. Now, before you go off and write a sonnet, can we figure this out, please? Because you obviously can't be around her all the time."

"Yeah," Scott nods. "Yeah... Yeah, sorry. So, what do I do?"

Stiles sighs. "I don't know." He whined. "Yet." He turns around to me. "Faya, you must know something. You said it yourself, you grew up with werewolves. What did your Mum use to teach your siblings? What did she use to teach Derek?"

"I wouldn't know... Mum never allowed me to go with them when they were training Laura or Derek. They didn't want me in the way." I admitted and Stiles sighed in annoyance. He then looked like he had an idea on his face.

"Oh, no. You're getting an idea, aren't you?" Scott speaks, totally alarmed.

"Yeah..."

"Is this idea gonna get me in trouble?" Scott questioned.

Stiles smirks. "Maybe."

"Is this idea gonna cause me physical pain?"

"Yes. Definitely. Come on!"

--

Stiles had dragged Scott and I to the back of the school's parking lot. I'm not really sure what Stiles' plan is, as he hasn't told either of us, but it doesn't look good.

"What are we doing?" I questioned.

"You'll see." Stiles responded. "Stand right there. Do you have your keys?" Stiles instructs Scott as he stands a few meters away from a car. Scott holds out his keys. "Perfect. Hold them up like so. Now, whatever happens, just think about Allison. Try to find her voice like you did at the game. Got it?"

Scott nods wryly. "Okay..."

"Just keep holding it right there," Stiles tells him. Stiles grabbed my wrist and pulled me over to the black truck that was parked a few meters away from us. He pulled out his keys and scraped the side of the black truck. My eyes widen as we stand next to the truck causally. "Hey, hey, hey, dude! What do you think you're doing to that truck, bro?!"

This got the boys' attention that was standing aside. There were about four of them. I grabbed Stiles' by the shoulder. "Are you insane?" I hissed at him.

Stiles nods. "Yes,"

The four guys walked over to Scott who quickly put his key away in panic, his eyes widening. And then, they started to beat Scott up. Punching, kicking, slapping. I had to control myself from throwing fire towards their way.

Then, Mr Harris walked our way. "Stop! Hey! Stop it!" This caused the four boys to make a run for it. "What the hell do you idiots think you're doing?!" He clenched his jaw at us three. "Detention. All three of you. After school!"

--

I have never had detention before. Though this is my first time, I actually kind of like it. For once in my life everything seemed to slow down. I sat behind Scott and Stiles as Mr Harris sits at his desk. I was watching the time tick away slowly.

"Excuse me, sir?" Scott speaks. Mr Harris looked up at him. "Uh, I know it's detention and all, but, uh... I'm supposed to be at work, and I don't want to get fired." Mr Harris simply smiled, not saying anything. Scott turned to Stiles. "You knew I would heal."

Stiles nods. "Yep."

"So, you did that to help me learn?" Scott continued.

"Yep."

"But partially to punish me."

"Yeah. Well, that one was obvious."

Scott sighs sadly. "Dude, you're my best friend. I can't have you being angry at me."

Stiles glanced at Scott. "I'm not angry anymore." He sighed. "Look. You have something, Scott, okay? Whether you want it or not, you can do things that nobody else can do. So, that means you don't have a choice anymore-- it means you have to do something."

"I know. And I will." Scott nods.

"All right. Both of you-- get out of here." Mr Harris waves them off and my eyes widen.

Scott smiled gratefully, both of the boys standing up. "Thank you."

I stand up too. "Not you Miss Hale."

"What?!" I exclaimed, frustrated. "I didn't even do anything!" He motioned for me to sit back down. I glared at him and sat in my seat, watching the boys smirk my way as they left. I flipped them off.

I sighed angrily, plotting my revenge on Mr Harris.

--

I sighed as I exited the school. It was just about to get dark and I have been getting spam text messages from Derek.

I called Derek.

"Finally!" Derek exclaimed on the other end.

"Well, hello do you too," I rolled my eyes. "I had detention with Harris. So, could you please pick me up? I'm at the school."

"I'm at the school, too."

"Wait, what?"

"Turn around." I spun around, only to spot Derek Hale standing by his car. I hung up on Derek and walked over to him.

"Why are you here?" Then my eyes trailed over to the Jeep that was next to Derek's car. "Oh. Where are Scott and Stiles?"

"They went inside," Derek spoke. "I, uh... Kidnapped Deaton, Scott's boss."

"Are you crazy?!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands around. "Why in the world--"

"I think he's the Alpha." Derek cuts me off. "Scott and Stiles are in there trying to prove he's not... Somehow."

Perfect timing came and there's a tiny, pathetic, roar coming out of the speakers. I rolled my eyes, leaning on Derek's car. "I'm going to kill them."

"I'll help," Derek muttered. Are they seriously trying to lure out the Alpha right now? They're insane. I'm going to send them to the Eichen house. Scott lets out a better roar than before. Then, Scott and Stiles come out. Stiles with a smug smile. "I'm going to kill both of you!"

"What the hell was that? What are you trying to do, attract the entire state to the school?!" I screamed at them, clenching my fists.

"Sorry... I didn't know it would be that loud..." Scott sheepishly smiles at us.

"Yeah, it was loud... and it was AWESOME!" Stiles exclaims excitedly.

"Shut up." Derek snapped at Stiles.

"Don't be such a sour-wolf!" He mocked at Derek.

"What'd you do with him?" Scott looked behind us. I turned to the car. The door was flung open. Meaning, Deaton escaped... Meaning... Deaton could be the Alpha.

"What?" Derek turned around and also noticed the car door was opened. "I didn't do anything."

I let out a shriek as I watched Derek being lifted up by the Alpha, the Alpha's claws are dug into Derek's back and blood spills from Derek's body. "Derek!" I yelled, my heart sinking to the bottom of my stomach. I've already lost Cora and Laura; I can't lose Derek too!

I covered my mouth with my hand, my eyes shining with tears. Derek was thrown to the ground. I felt Stiles pull on me, and as much as I would love to refuse and help Derek, but I knew that would mean I'm dead, too.

We ran towards the school, my whole entire body going completely numb as we burst through the doors. I felt like I was going to have a panic attack as I felt my throat closing. "Stiles, what do we do with her?" Scott questioned quickly, noticing my state as they shut the blue double doors.

"She's having a panic attack," Stiles states and I shuffled into a corner, bringing my knees close to my face. I closed my eyes shut, my body's shaking. Not only am I scared that I've lost Derek, but I might get out of control, too.

"How do we help her?" I heard Scott's voice, but there's a ringing in my ear. I can't really hear anyone at this moment. I let out a few sobs, even if it hurt too. Scott went to touch me but pulled back when he realised I burnt his hand. "Agh! She's heating up. Stiles?!"

"I don't know! How can we help her if we can't even touch her?" Stiles snapped. "Will calming her down through our voices work? Faya, Faya, listen to me." I looked up, through my blurry vision I could see the outline of Stiles who was crouched in front of me. "We were talking about Anchors earlier today, who's your Anchor?"

"D-Derek," I stuttered out, pain twisting in my chest. "B-But he's gone. E-Everyone I-I love is g-gone."

"You have us, Faya," Stiles continued to ramble. "We're not going anywhere. We're gonna be right by your side and help you."

"B-But you guys h-hate m--"

"We never said that," Stiles cuts me off, somehow I'm managing to calm down. At least, now, I can see. I guess my tears have stopped streaming down my face. "Sure, we're afraid of you, I'll admit that. But we also care about you, Faya. Now, what I'm going to need you to do is breath in and out with me. Do you think you could do that?" I nodded. "All right. Deep breath in, deep breath out,"

As I tried to do this, I couldn't help thinking of how pathetic it is. Stiles out of all people is teaching me how to breathe. I begin to cry again, shaking my head. "I- I can't--"

"You can, Faya. You can." Stiles continued. "Deep breath in, deep breath out." He continues to breath in and breath out heavily for me. I eventually began to follow along and surprisingly, it worked. Everything felt less painful and I finally calmed down. Now, I'm embarrassed.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"Faya Hale being sorry? Damn--"

Scott hits Stiles across the head. "Dude, shut up." Stiles rolled his eyes. "Okay, now that Faya's calmed down... How're we going to stop the Alpha from eating us?" Scott and Stiles peered out the windows of the doors. I crawled over to them and peered out too.

This is going to be one long night.