"So Allison is giving you a second chance then?" 

I had managed to sneak into the boys locker room without detection from Coach, well I guess technically it wouldn't be called sneaking since I can walk right in. When I woke up this morning, I was slightly hungover and very much confused as to what happened to Scott after he bailed at the party. Apparently he had been shot by 'hunters' whatever the hell that means. The way he described it made it sound like they were Van Helsing followers or something.

He nodded, "Yeah."

I smiled at him, "So everything is good?"

Several boys were watching me curiously, obviously not used to having a girl in the locker room. I've been in here plenty of times, just not when there are other people inside. I rolled my eyes as several of them began whistling at me. Scott narrowed his eyes and grabbed my forearm, pulling me behind him in order to put a barrier between me and the hormonal teenage boys.

"No." he dead-panned, returning to our previous conversation.

I quirked an eyebrow "No?"

"Remember the hunters I told you about?" he asked, throwing a glance over his shoulder making sure that nobody had been standing behind him listening to our conversation.

I nodded, "Yeah... what did you happen to leave out?"

"Well... her dad is one of them." Scott sighed loudly, his eyes locking on the wall behind me. 

My eyes widened, "Her dad?"

"Shot me." he nodded, his gaze not leaving the wall.

"Allison's father?" I asked him again, disbelief evident in my voice.

Scott's gaze was still glued to the wall as he said, "With a crossbow."

"Allison's father?" I repeated, making sure that he actually understood what he was saying. I mean, it's not like it's bad enough that he's a werewolf... now there are hunters to add into the mix and apparently his girlfriends father is one of them? I can't wrap my mind around it.

"YES HER FATHER!" he shouted as he ran his hands through his hair, "Oh my God, what am I going to do? Oh my God!" 

I grabbed his shoulders and managed to keep him still, "Hey! Calm down, it's okay. He didn't recognize you right?"

Scott's eyes widened, "I don't know! I don't think so."

"Well does Allison know?" I asked slowly, slightly afraid of the answer. How messed up would it be if she did know and she ended up having to hunt down Scott. Talk about a sick love story. That could so be the plot-line of a television show.

"I don't know, what if she does? She's gonna kill me, Kase." Scott shrieked and I could tell that he was starting to psych himself out. 

Without thinking, I shoved him onto the bench. He was practically hyperventilating and I attempted to calm him down by changing the subject, "Okay, Scott focus on Lacrosse right now. Just focus on that. Okay?"

"How am I supposed to concentrate on Lacrosse when I have all of this going through my head?" he asked fearfully. 

I smiled faintly, "You can do it, okay? You just gotta believe in yourself."

"I really like her, Kase." he admitted as he grabbed his jersey out of his bag. I still don't understand why Coach wants to have practices in the morning, leaving the players all hot and sweaty to return to class, because we all know that most of the do not utilize the showers in the locker room.

I nodded, "I know, and she really likes you too. You just gotta have some faith that everything will work itself out, okay? Now, put your jersey on and get going. Stiles is probably going crazy waiting for you."

"Thanks," he said as he kissed my forehead and ruffled my hair before exiting the locker room. I let out a sigh and grabbed my bag off the floor, quickly darting out of the locker room before I got in trouble for being inside of it.

✢

I was currently pacing around in my bedroom in a slight panic. According to a text message from Stiles that I received ten minutes ago, Scott had nearly killed him after an incident from Lacrosse. I'm not exactly sure of all the details, Stiles didn't give me much other than a warning to be careful around Scott because his temper was practically a trigger on a loaded gun.

Obviously, I have to say something to Scott about it. I can't just act as if I don't know, and maybe I can get through to him and try to help him come up with a way to control his anger. I know it's not the easiest thing in the world but it could be possible. I know that anger isn't the same thing as anxiety, but they're similar in the sense that they're both extremely sensitive and easy to trigger. I think Scott just needs to find something to use to calm him down when he is triggered. 

I took a deep breath and headed out of my room and down the hall towards Scott's room. Our bedrooms were the same size and we had a conjoined bathroom in the center. His room was always a lot messier than mine was, and his closet was slightly bigger. I never really cared about that though, I don't have too many clothes. My closet consists of mostly black and gray anyway, so I just mix and match a lot the time.

As I approached his room, I noticed that his door was standing wide open. He was sprawled out on his stomach on his bed. His eyes were glued to the floor and I could tell that he had a million and one things going through his mind right now. I gently knocked on the doorframe to get his attention, when he heard it his gaze snapped up from the floor to me and he sighed, "What's up?"

"Can we talk?" I asked hopefully, praying that he wouldn't shut me out and actually talk to me and confide in me.

He was silent but nodded once, I smiled faintly and snuck into the room. He was taking up the majority of the space on the bed, so I opted on sitting in his desk chair. 

"Stiles told me about what happened," I stated, deciding it was better to just address the elephant in the room now rather than skirt around the topic and engage in awkward small talk.

Scott sighed heavily, "It was an accident. Stiles thinks that it's my anger, and when it's triggered I just snap."

I nodded to myself as I began to spin the chair in circles. It was always something I did whenever I sat in computer chairs. Half the time I don't even think about it, I just do it. It made sense about what Stiles had told him, about his anger triggering his transition. Of course, the sport that Scott loves the most is very violent and induces anger quickly, so that doesn't help his situation much at all. I'm not as surprised as I should be about the fact that one of the things Scott loves the most is a trigger for his transition.

A knock on the door snapped me from my thoughts, "Hey, it's the late shift for me again tonight... but I am taking Saturday off to see your first game Scott." 

I smiled at my mom, wishing that she didn't have to work as much as she did. My mom was quite possibly the best person on this planet. She did whatever she had to do in order to provide for Scott and myself, even if it meant she had to sacrifice her free time or give up things that she loves. I can't wait until I'm older and have a good paying job so I can take care of her for the rest of her life and give her everything that she deserves.

Scott groaned, "No mom, you can't."

My mom then walked into the room shaking her head from side to side, "No, I can and I will. One shift isn't going to break us."

"He's really not that great mom, not worth wasting your time over." I said with a shrug, hoping that maybe I could derail her will to go to the game. Scott more than likely wasn't going to be playing, unless Coach forces him against his will to play, which very well could happen.

I could feel Scott's glare on me due to my choice of words, but it was a decent cover. I can't tell her that he's sitting out because he's a werewolf whom can't control their abilities and may end up killing someone on the field.

"What's wrong with your eyes?" my mom asked Scott as she peered closer to his face. He sat up quickly and blinked a few times, they didn't look any different to me, but according to Stiles they changed to a goldish yellow color when he is in wolf transition.

"You look like you haven't slept in days." she added as an afterthought. 

My brother sighed, "I'm just stressed."

"Just stress? It's nothing else... like drugs?" she inquired as she looked between the both of us curiously.

Scott rose an eyebrow, "You mean like right now?"

Her brown eyes that mirrored mine and Scott's widened in shock, "I'm sorry, right now? Have you ever taken drugs?"

I was silent for a moment before responding, "Have you?"

She rolled her eyes and made her way back to the door, "Alright, just get some sleep you two."

Scott sighed again and dropped his head back to the mattress, "Now mom thinks we're on drugs."

"Well," I chuckled, "could be worse, I mean she could think that you're a werewolf."

I could tell that he was about to attempt to come up with a witty retort, but his laptop began to chime, signaling that he was receiving a video chat request. It was obvious that it was Stiles who was calling him, I doubt that Scott has given his information out to anyone else. I swiveled in the chair and answered the call. Stiles then appeared on the screen with a green toy gun pointed at me. A large grin was plastered on his face as he pulled the trigger and the gun made a weird noise.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked with a laugh.

Stiles sat the gun down and smirked, "I just shot you."

"Lovely, maybe it will get me out of going to school for the next few days." I muttered as Scott came up behind me and leaved over the back of the chair to see his best friend.

"So what did you find out?" he asked curiously.

Stiles sighed, "Well it's bad, Jackson's got a separated shoulder."

My brother's grip on the chair tightened immensely as Stiles finished his sentence, "Because of me?"

I let out a laugh, "Because he's a tool."

Stiles chuckled along with me while my brother just smacked the back of my head, "Is he going to be able to play?"

"Well they don't know yet, they're just kind of counting on you for Saturday."

Scott hung his head and started mumbling things under his breath. My heart ached for me, because I knew how much it meant to him to be able to say that he was first line and now he was unable to fulfill his duty and play on the team. It was really sad and I wish that I could fix his problems for him so he could play, but I can't.

I noticed that Stiles was silent and stopped moving. I narrowed my eyes as I attempted to see if maybe the call had frozen or possibly disconnected, but then his arm shot out to the keyboard and he began to type something.

"What's wrong?" I asked him in confusion. 

The words It looks like popped up in a yellow chat bubble on the screen, but then the stupid rainbow spinning wheel popped up and the screen froze for real this time. Due to my mom not being able to purchase the best internet, our wifi sucked and we barely got any signal upstairs. This sort of thing happened quite a bit due to the faulty connection.

The screen finally unfroze and then the rest of the sentence popped up, somebody is behind you.

My body stiffened as I grabbed the mouse and zoomed in on mine and Scott's little screen, when I saw none other than Derek Hale standing in the background. I let out a scream as Derek appeared behind Scott and grabbed him by his shoulders, pulling him away from the chair. Scott had jerked the chair backwards, causing me to topple to the floor with the laptop, the screen busted and the call with Stiles ended abruptly.

Derek pinned Scott against the far wall of the bedroom and started yelling at him, "I saw you on the field!"

Scott was panicking and breathing heavily at this point, it's a good thing he doesn't have his asthma anymore or he would be having an attack right now, "What are you talking about?!" 

"You shifted in front of them! If they find out about what you are, they find out about me. About all of us! It's not just the hunters after us, it's everyone!" Derek shouted as he pushed my brother into the wall with more force.

I watched the scene with wide eyes, not knowing what to do. I can't very well try to help Scott in this situation seeing as how Derek could rip me to shreds in a matter of seconds. I swallowed thickly and prayed to God that my mom had already exited the house so she was safe and wouldn't have heard anything going on up here.

"They didn't see anything, I swear." Scott rushed out hysterically. 

"Yeah, and they won't, you know why? Because if you even try to play in that game on Saturday, I'll kill you myself." Derek snapped before bolting to the bedroom window and leaping out without another word.

I scrambled to my feet and rushed over to Scott, "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?"

"I'm fine, are you okay? I didn't mean to knock you over." he responded as his eyes assessed me for any damage. 

Once we both were satisfied that the other was okay we then let out synchronized sighs and plopped down on his bed, "That guy's a nut job."

✢

"Kasey! Hey, wait up!"

I glanced over my shoulder to see Allison briskly approaching me. I mentally cursed myself for actually turning around rather than attempting to ignore her. I have a feeling she's going to ask me questions about Scott, questions that I can't answer due to the fact that I have to keep everything as private as possible until we know how to handle this whole werewolf situation.

Allison smiled brightly when she finally caught up to me, "So, have you talked to Scott yet?"

I rose an eyebrow as I started to walk again, "I talked to him this morning? Why, what's up?"

"Didn't he tell you about how we're all going out after the game on Saturday? You should definitely come. You and Stiles could go together." she suggested as she hugged her books to her chest, glancing at me innocently. I knew what she was hinting at and I knew that Lydia had been the one to put that thought into her head. 

I sighed in slight annoyance, "We're just friends, plus he likes Lydia anyway so it doesn't matter."

Allison chuckled, "He doesn't look at Lydia the way he looks at you, though."

"What do you mean?" I asked in genuine curiosity. I've never actually paid attention to how often Stiles looks at me. Nor do I pay attention to what his facial features reveal when he is looking at me. I guess Allison can see something that I can't, either that or she's seeing something that just isn't there.

She quirked an eyebrow, "You really haven't noticed? I mean I've known you two for barely even a week and I can tell that he's crazy about you."

"I don't think we're talking about the same Stiles," I mumbled as I attempted to ward off the heat rising to my cheeks. I could tell that a blush was starting to form and I wanted to prevent that for as long as I possibly could.

Allison chuckled, "Oh, we're definitely talking about the same Stiles. I'm serious though, you two should come with us and bring him as your date. You two look cute together." 

"We'll see," I dead-panned, praying that she would just drop the subject.

Due to the fact that all of my attention was focussed on the fact that Allison had said that Stiles looks at me and Lydia differently, I wasn't watching where I was walking. I bumped right into someone and let out a string of curse words as I snatched my books off the floor. I looked up with wide eyes to see Sheriff Stilinski one of his Deputies and our Principal all standing right in front of me.

"Oh crap," I mumbled awkwardly.

Sheriff Stilinski chuckled and gave me a warm smile, "Nice to see you too, Kasey. Everything okay?"

I nodded, "Perfectly fine. I was just in a hurry to get to my locker, I'm really sorry."

"It's okay. Just watch where you're going, wouldn't want you to end up tripping and falling over something." he instructed with a light laugh. 

I chose to not respond and just nod my head as I scampered away from him. Without thinking, I snatched up Allison's arm and tugged her along with me. When I grabbed her I noticed she was carrying a black blazer, the same one she had been wearing at the party. I remember her wearing it when she was standing in the yard as Scott took off and left in a rush.

"Cute jacket." I stated, trying to make awkward small talk, because if there's anything worse than awkward small talk, it's an awkward silence.

Allison smiled adoringly at it, "Thanls, my mom got it for me. I guess Lydia put it in my locker this morning because I left it at her party."

"How nice of her..." I said in confusion. Lydia does not seem like the type of person to do anything of that nature. Nor does she appear to be someone who would go to all of the trouble to acquire Allison's combination to put the jacket inside of her locker to surprise her and give it back to her.

She nodded, "Yeah, she is being so unbelievably nice to me."

"Must be nice," I stated evenly, "I'm gonna go talk to Stiles, it was nice talking to you." I said to Allison right as we passed my brother, she smiled at me and then started talking to Scott. I shoved my way through the mass of people in the hallway so I could catch up to Stiles.

I was attempting to keep up with his rushed pace, but for some reason he was hightailing it out of the hallway. I groaned in annoyance as I struggled to find him in the large mass of people. I was about to give up but just as I turned to leave I saw him by the door. Without wasting another second, I launched myself at him and snatched his arm up.

He jumped and nearly shouted in surprise but when he saw it was me he visibly relaxed, "Jeez, Kase. You can't do that stuff when I know a deranged wolf person is after us." 

"I'm sorry, you were walking too fast and I couldn't keep up. What's your dad doing here?" I asked in confusion.

He glanced at me with a look of pure determination, "They are setting up a curfew because of the body, so I am doing something about it."

"And just what is it that you are going to do?" I questioned.

He smirked and linked his arm with mine, "We are going to find the other half of the body."

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[ revised and edited ]

Thanks for reading, I hope you like it. Please be sure to fan, vote and comment if you enjoy Kasey and her story thus far. Her and Stiles' ship name is 'Stasey' for any of you wondering. Also, if you're rereading this and notice a difference, it's because this chapter has been revised. Again, be sure to fan, vote and comment what you thought! xx