TWENTY-THREE

"You really don't remember anything?" Allison asked Lydia as we rocked on up to school that morning. Allison stands on the left side of Lydia and I stand on the right. I intertwine my own hands, putting them in front of my body.

It was Lydia's first day back after five days. Lydia didn't feel nervous, she felt confident. Which was nothing out of the ordinary, we are still yet to find out what she is.

"They called it a fugue state, which is basically their way of saying we have no idea you can't remember running around naked for two days," Lydia explained as we walked up to the doors of Beacon Hills High school. "But personally, I don't care. I lost nine pounds." Lydia said proudly, showing off her body as we stand in front of the door.

Allison and Lydia chuckle, I didn't find it funny. "Are you ready for this?" Allison asked softly, and Lydia looked at me with a tight smile, before looking at Allison.

"Please. It's not like my aunt's a serial killer." Lydia turned around opening the doors to the school hallways, and Allison's face dropped. My face dropped too, why the hell would Lydia say that? Then again, it's Lydia. She gets to say what she wants.

"Allison, don't worry," I seemed to snap Allison out of a gaze. She looked at me and smiled.

Allison and I then follow Lydia in afterward and literally everyone in that hallway stopped and stared at Lydia. It felt like everything... stopped.

Everyone was staring. Girls from their lockers, people walking down the stairs, people walking down the hallway just stopped and stared at Lydia. Lydia stares back, her eyes shifting all around the hallway.

"Maybe it's the nine pounds," Allison whispered closely to Lydia, that made I crack a smile and so did Lydia. Lydia flicks her hair to the side, before strutting down the hallways proudly.

We both smiled at each other, before we walked behind Lydia.

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I walked into Chemistry the same morning, Stiles sat next to Scott, which bumped me out, I normally sit next to Stiles. I had to sit in front of someone who I'd never ever met. Which gave me social anxiety, just a little.

"Why would Derek choose Isaac?" Scott asked in a low tone and I lean back on my chair, listening. From what I've been updated with so far; Isaac Lahey was Derek's new Beta. Since Derek's the alpha, he can bite people and make them werewolves and Isaac's father was murdered last night, but Isaac claimed it wasn't him even though he is a werewolf, and he might've had the urge to kill.

"Peter told me that if the bite doesn't turn you it could kill you," Stiles whispered back. "And maybe teenagers have a better chance of surviving."

"Does being a teenager mean your dad can't hold him?" Sheriff Stilinski thinks Isaac murdered his dad last night as well. Also, on top of that, the full moon's tomorrow. Yay.

"Well, not unless they have solid evidence," Stiles confirmed. "Or a witness. Wait." Stiles whips his head around, and turned to Danny, he leaned forward, chatting with him. "Danny," Stiles whispered. "Where's Jackson?"

"In the principal's office talking to your dad." Danny answered.

"What? Why?"

"Maybe because he lives across the street from Isaac." Danny replied, not really caring. Stiles turns back to Scott and me.

"Witness. We gotta to the principal's office." Stiles told them.

"How?" I asked.

"Everyone please turn to page 73,"

Scott then scrunched up a piece of paper and through it Mr. Harris' direction, they were gonna point to each other so they could all go to the office.

Mr. Harris automatically turned around midway of writing something on the board. The class laughs, then quietens down. "Who in the hell did that?" Mr. Harris asked, and Scott pointed to Stiles, I pointed to Scott, and Stiles pointed to me. There plan had worked.

I smiled at Mr. Harris.

He hates us more than ever.

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"Wait, so are you telling me that you knew Isaac's father was hitting him?" The Sheriff asked Jackson in the principal office and me, Scott, and Stiles, was outside on the seats, listening in on the conversation. My ear was pressed firmly against the wall.

"Hitting him? He was kicking the crap out of him." Jackson stated. Why didn't Jackson say anything then?

"Did you ever say anything to anyone? A teacher, a parent, anyone?" The Sheriff asked in shock.

"Nope." I heard Jackson said like he didn't care. "It's not my problem."

"No, no, no, of course not." The Sheriff agreed. "You know, it's funny that the kids getting beaten up are the ones always who least deserve it." I snickered at that, knowing what the Sheriff meant. I smiled.

"Yeah." Jackson agreed. "Wait, what?"

"I think we're done here." The sheriff told Jackson, that's when the Sheriff walked out of the office, and Stiles tried hiding under a magazine. The sheriff stood there, a sigh escaping his lips. "Hi, Scott and Stacey,"

"Heh." Scott said, and we both smiled at Stilinski. He looked at Stiles, who was hiding his face in a magazine and he walked off with a deputy. Stiles put down the magazines and I let out a giggle.

"Boys, and girl." An unfamiliar voice said coming out of the office, it was the principal. I whip my head over to the new principal, and holy smoke I almost threw up. It was Allison's grandfather, Gerard. "Come on in."

Stupid Argents.

Stupid werewolf hunting family.

Ugh.

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I sat in the middle of Scott and Stiles, in their own separate seats facing the desk where Gerard was at. "Stacey McCall," Gerard started, smiling before looking down at the sheet of paper in front of him. "Academically successful, all A+'s, you don't play any sport... have you thought of playing some sport for Beacon Hills this year?"

I shake my head before I answered. "No, sport's aren't my thing. I'm too busy for sports."

Gerard didn't answer her question and he smiled over at her. "You know my granddaughter, don't you? Allison Argent?"

"Oh, yeah," I muttered. "We're friends, one of my closets actually,"

Gerard then nodded, approvingly. He then moved onto Scott and I dropped my shoulder.

"Scott McCall. Academically not the most accomplished, but I see you have become quite the athletic." Gerard started, reading off of Scott's report. Gerard moved to Stiles. "Mr. Stilinski. Oh, perfect grades much like Miss McCall, but little to no extracurriculars much like Miss McCall, maybe you should try lacrosse."

I rolled my eyes, he does, and Gerard puts down the files.

"Oh, actually, I'm already-"

"Hold on." Gerard told Stiles and moves his head towards Scott. "McCall. You're the Scott that was dating my granddaughter." Scott moved uncomfortably in his seat, they technically still are dating. You just don't know it yet.

"We were dating but not anymore." Scott quickly said. Smooth, I thought. "Not dating, not seeing any of each other or doing anything with each other..." Real smooth. "At all."

"Relax, Scott, you look like you're about to crack a cyanide pill with your teeth." Gerard chuckled.

"Just a hard breakup." Scott softly said.

"Oh, that's too bad. You seem like a really nice kid to me." Gerard complimented. "Now listen, guys. Yes, I am the principal, but I really don't want you to think of me as the enemy,"

"Heh, is that so?" Stiles commented my eyes widen.

"However, this being my first day, I need to support my teachers. So, unfortunately, someone is going to have to take the fall and stay in detention." Scott and I turned their heads to Stiles, and Stiles looked up. His mouth dropped slightly.

"Uh, I did it, my bad." I raised my hand, I felt bad for Stiles. He's always the one in detention.

"No, I did." Stiles quickly rushed out. "Ignore her, I did it."

"Stiles, what are you talking about? I did it." I snapped.

"Let us settle this, then," Gerard started. "Both of you have detention."

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"Harris' detention gets worse every time, I swear." I sighed angerly as I exit the school with Stiles, walking towards his blue Jeep. It was dark out.

"Lemme call Allison." I nodded. "I got a missed call from her." Stiles explained, and we literally speed walk to Stiles' car. "Hey, sorry, Harris literally just let us out of detention. Literally, and he had our phones the whole freakin' time," it was like 9:00pm.

"Well, we need to do something right now." Allison spoke over the phone as Stiles had put it on speaker. "They were asking me all these questions about Lydia and Stacey and how they were bitten by Peter, and then they sent this guy out." My eyes widen.

"Wait, what guy?" Stiles asked as we approached his Jeep.

"He was dressed as a Sheriff deputy," Allison explained to us.

"They're sending him to the station for Isaac." Stiles followed up. Oh.

"He was also carrying this box with something on it, like, um, like a carving or something."

"What was it?" I ask as Stiles intertwined his hand with mine. His spare one.

"Hold on, hold on." There was a pause before she was back again. "It's in one of these books. I'm taking a picture." I then got a message on my phone, and I looked at it. It was wolfsbane. Purple flower. "Did you get it?"

"Yeah, wolfsbane," I told her.

"What does that mean?" Allison asked carefully.

Stiles and I looked at each other. "It means their gonna kill him."

Oh, boy.

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"Hey, did you slow him down?" I ask Allison over the phone, as I sit in the back seat because we have to pick up Derek Hale. Ugh, even when Scott's not here I'm still in the middle seat. Stiles was driving at the wheel.

We're going to get Isaac out of jail on the full moon.

Go, team.

"You could say that." Allison said and I frowned. I put the phone on speaker.

"All right, um, we're headed to the station right now." I explain.

"Where's Scott?" Honestly, I don't know.

"Isaac's." Stiles responded. No one told me this?

"Does he have a plan?" Allison asked.

"Yeah, but not a very good one." I reply Scott's plans are never good. "And unfortunately, we don't really have time to come up with anything better." I then hang up and drop the phone in my lap.

I glance up at the moon, am I going to change? What's going to happen to me? Shouldn't I be tied up or something rather than be in a car with Stiles? Oh, god, I'm going to lash out at him.

"You're not going to lash out on me, Stacey," Stiles interrupted my thoughts. I blinked a few times and looked at him.

"How do you know that? No one knows what I am, hell, I don't know what I am." I sighed, running a hand through my clean hair.

"I have this feeling that you're not a werewolf." Stiles licked his lips. "But I'm going to find out what the hell you are, even if it takes all night." I smile, at least I know he cares.

"I love you, Stiles," I whisper, and he glanced back at me, smiling while he's driving.

"Trust me, Stacey, I love you more."

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Stiles pulls up outside of the station, with Derek in the front. Me sitting in the middle seat, of course, and Stiles in the front seat.

We were trying to find a way to break into the station and get Isaac out of jail for a crime he didn't commit.

Good thing we have the Sheriff's son.

"Okay, now the keys to every cell are in a password protected lockbox in my father's office," Stiles explained to Derek. "The problem is getting past the front desk."

I look out the window, there was a lady in uniform there. Oh lordy.

"I'll distract her." Derek spoke, and as he was about to climb out of the car, Stiles stopped him, my eyes widen.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa- you?" Stiles asked in disbelief, putting a hand on his shoulder, I was thinking the same thing. Derek can't distract people, he's too cold shouldered to do that. "You're not going in there." Derek glanced up and down at Stiles' hand and his leather jacket. "I'm taking my hand off."

"I was exonerated." I snorted at Derek's comment.

"You're still a person of interest," I said.

"An innocent person." I snorted again at his comment.

"An- you?" Stiles asked, his eyes widening, Derek glared at the both of us. "Yeah, right! Okay, fine. What's your plan?"

"To distract her," Derek said with an eye roll.

"Uh-huh. Thanks for that wonderful information that we already knew, how?" I roll my eyes at him. "By punching her in the face?"

"Heh, by talking to her." Derek looked over at me, I snorted once again.

"Okay, all right. Give us a sample." Stiles requested. "What are you doing to open with?"

Derek went to open his mouth but then close it. That's beautiful, nothing. Because that'll get us real far in life.

"Dead silence." I sigh, nodding my head. "That should work beautifully, any other ideas?"

"I'm thinking about punching you in the face?" Derek looked over at me, my eyes widen. Not the face.

I exhale.

"Come on, Stacey, we've gotta save Isaac." Stiles mumbled and climbed out of the Jeep, I followed him.

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Stiles and I hover, kinda, against the doorway to the station, Derek was at the receptionist, talking to the lady who seemed... captive, by him. Stiles and I then sneak past the office, and into the main.

Okay.

We're in.

Cue sneak in music.

I feel like freakin' Johnny English.

Stiles and I head down the hallway, and around the corner, to be honest, I'm just following him.

My eyes then widen when I saw a deputy as we bumped into him. "Oh." I mutter.

"Uh, just looking... oh, shoot." Stiles must've seen something I hadn't, cause he grabbed my hand and started to pull me away, but the deputy grabbed ahold of Stiles' shirt and dragged him. "Stac-"

His hand was covered by the deputies, there was some type of needle holding above Stiles and my eyes widen. I clenched my fists together, and I ran for the deputy, but the deputy puts the needle closer to Stiles' neck, my eyes widen and I stop at my tracks.

I see what the deputies doing.

Little bugger, I'm gonna kill him.

I watch as Stiles was dragged into another room, and I blinked a few times, what the hell am I doing?

I ran for the fire alarm and I flicked the switch, my heart pounding. I ran into the other room, and Stiles was on the ground, my eyes widen when I saw the door wide opened to what I think was Isaac's prison cell.

Isaac then knocked down the deputy, and Stiles had shuffled back against the wall, Isaac was in full werewolf mode.

I stand there like I was frozen.

Isaac had knocked out the deputy. I forgot that it was a full moon.

Isaac then turns his head to me.

"Oh, hell no!" I panic, as he came running towards me, he then swings a hand towards my head and my reflexes kicked in, and I grabbed a hold of his wrist, and I twisted it, pushing him to the ground.

I then hear an Alpha roar behind me, I knew it was Derek and I quickly let go of Isaac, who then shuffled all the way back to the wall, whimpering like a lost puppy.

I turn to Derek, who had red Alpha eyes.

Isaac looked up at us, his normal human face. I think this is the first time I've seen Isaac.

"How did you do that?" Stiles asked, slowly getting up from the ground. The fire alarm was still ringing.

Derek turned his head to Stiles.

"I'm the Alpha."

Cocky bitch.

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SOOOOOOO WE'RE FINDING MORE ABOUT WHAT STACEY IS, YAY FOR STACEY! I love you all so much have a good day :)