I do not own Teen Wolf or any of its characters. I only own Celeste. If I did I would pick better music lbr.

Song - for him. // Troye Sivan

Celeste's POV

"This is gonna be impossible, you know," Scott complained as he held the doors of the school open for Celeste.

"Why don't you just ask her if you can borrow it?" Stiles asked, in reference to Allison's necklace.

"How?" Scott whined.

"It's easy," Stiles shrugged, "just say 'Hey, Allison, can I borrow your necklace? See if there's anything on it, or in it that can lead me to an Alpha werewolf that I need to kill in order to get back together with you'."

"Not helping," Scott snapped, "Celeste, why can't you just do it?"

"We aren't exactly 'necklace sharing' friends," Celeste snorted, "besides, I ship Scallison way too much to let this opportunity go by."

"Why don't you just talk to her?" Stiles tried to hide his smile that arose from Celeste shipping anything and everything.

"She won't talk to me," Scott frowned in frustration, "What if she, like, only takes it off in the shower or something?"

"That's why you ease back into it," Stiles' advice fell upon deaf ears as Scott painted a stupid grin on to his face, "okay? Get back on her good side, remind her of the good times, and then you ask for the necklace."

Scott stared dreamily into space, causing Celeste to groan and throw her face into Stiles' shoulder.

"You're thinking about her in the shower, aren't you?" Stiles slapped his best friend.

"Yes," Scott pouted sheepishly.

"Alright," Stiles sighed, "stay focused, okay? Get the necklace, get the alpha, get cured, get Allison back. In that order, got it?"

Stiles slapped Scott one more time before taking Celeste's arm and dragging her along to their next class.

"Hey, so I was about to go to sleep last night but then I started thinking about capitalism- oh sweet garbanzo beans."

Celeste cut herself off in the middle of her sentence as a sharp pain ran through her neck, as if someone was stabbing her with a pointy metal object, and a pang of fear coursed through her before she was overcome with a feeling of great satisfaction.

"Cel, what the hell?" Stiles looked concerned.

"Hey," she smiled dazedly, "that rhymed."

"Uh, okay," Stiles frowned at her sudden mood change.

"So anyways I hate Donald Trump."

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"How the hell did he find out?" Stiles interrogated Scott as the three of them walked down the hall.

Apparently, Jackass had somehow discovered Scott's wolf problem, and he wanted in.

"I have no idea," Scott panicked, and Celeste took his hand to calm him down.

"Did he say it out loud?" Stiles pressed, "The word?"

"What word?" Scott was confused, who could have guessed.

"Werewolf," Stiles elaborated, "Did he say 'I know you're a werewolf'?"

"Well he implied it pretty freaking clearly."

"Okay maybe it's not as bad as it seems," Stiles said, wedging himself between Celeste and Scott, "I mean, he doesn't have any proof, right? And if he wanted to tell someone, who's gonna believe him anyway?"

"How about Allison's father?" Scott challenged.

"Okay, its bad," Stiles nodded.

"I need a cure," Scott stated the obvious, "right now."

"Does he know about Allison's father?" Stiles pushed.

"He probably wouldn't be asking for the bite if he did," Celeste reasoned.

"I don't know," Scott admitted.

"Okay," Stiles cringed, "where's Derek?"

"Hiding like we told him to, why?"

"I have another idea," Stiles said, causing Celeste to groan, "It's gonna take a little time and finesse."

"We have that game tonight," Scott reminded, "It's quarter finals, and it's your first game."

"I know, I know," Stiles tried to brush it off, but Celeste could tell he was worried, "Look, do you have a plan for Allison yet?"

"She's in our next class," Scott nodded to Celeste.

"Get the necklace," Stiles pointed at him, before leaving.

"Where is he going?" Celeste pondered as they began walking to class, "His class is the other way."

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When they got to class, Scott made a bee line for the seat next to Allison, but he was stopped by Lydia slamming her notebook on to the desk.

"Try another row sweetie," Lydia smiled venomously.

Celeste gave her friend a sympathetic look, removing Lydia's bag from the seat next to where the strawberry blonde was sitting, where she had left it to save a seat for Celeste.

"Okay class," their teacher announced, "let's settle down, let's get our books out."

"You," Lydia pointed at Celeste with a dangerously manicured finger.

"Me?" Celeste raised a brow in question.

"You're sitting with us at lunch," her friend demanded, "No excuses."

"For sure," Celeste smiled.

"Oh," Lydia huffed, "don't act as though you haven't been sitting with the wonder twins like, all week."

"Sorry," Celeste looked at her friend sheepishly, "things have just been busy."

"So I heard your buzzcut boy made first line," Lydia smirked, "It's Biles, right?"

Celeste snorted, and was about to tell Lydia that it absolutely was Biles when Allison suddenly stood from her seat, looking as though she had a rain cloud over her head.

Scott followed her in to the hall.

"God dammit, Scott."

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"Hey Alli-cat," Celeste slid into the seat beside her friend, the two being the first of their group to get to their regular lunch table, "How are you holding up?"

"Hey," Allison said softly, her eyes slightly puffy, "I'll make it. I think. I don't know."

"Alright," Celeste nodded, "That's progress, that's not curling up in bed all day watching 80's movies and binge eating ice cream. We can totally do that if you need to, though."

"No," Allison sighed, "just distract me. So, has Stiles asked you to the dance yet?"

Celeste choked on her water.

"What?" Celeste panicked, "I don't- why would you- we're just pals. Two peas in a platonic pod. Just two simple beans, trying to make it in this world."

"Cel, I literally think I caught him drooling the other day when he was looking at you."

"He doesn't like me," Celeste's cheeks burned, knowing Scott could probably hear their entire conversation, "Don't be ridiculous."

"You're cute when you're clueless," Allison laughed.

"Trust me," Celeste frowned, "He wants to go to the dance with Lydia."

"Are you sure?" Allison smirked, "You know, I have something over Lydia. I could make sure he goes to the dance with her."

Celeste knew Allison was testing her, seeing if she liked him, but she couldn't help the pang that ran through her.

She was probably just hungry.

"That sounds like a great idea," Celeste lied, placing a polite smile on her face, "I'm sure he'd love it."

"Wait, seriously?" Allison frowned.

"Yes, seriously," Celeste wanted to die a little, "Like I said, Stiles likes Lydia."

"Who likes me?" Lydia placed her tray down, followed quickly by Jackson, "Never mind, everyone likes me."

The girls began to talk aimlessly about the advantages of exfoliation, but Celeste's mind was elsewhere.

She found her eyes trailing over to Stiles, watching as he talked to Scott with his whole body, rather than just his mouth.

She traced the constellations that made up his smattering of moles upon his face and collar bones with her eyes, and smiled as his whiskey colored eyes scrunched up in disbelief at whatever stupid thing Scott had said.

She imagined the soft, guiding feeling of his hand on the small of her back as he walked her to class, even when his was on the other end of the school.

She allowed herself to think of an alternate universe where he may have actually liked her.

She started to think that maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea.

Celeste was brought out of her introspection by the peculiar sight of Jackson turned in his seat, muttering to himself.

"Guys," she called, "It's finally happened. Jackass has finally lost it."

Jackson turned to glare at her, before getting out of his seat and walking towards the vending machines.

"He's been so off lately," Lydia admitted carefully, only allowing Celeste and Allison to hear.

"Maybe he just has a lot on his mind," Allison defended him, causing both girls to look at her in surprise.

"What are you?" Celeste laughed awkwardly, glancing at Lydia, "The leader of the Jackass protection squad?"

"We're just friends," Allison said hastily.

"That's not what she asked," Lydia's eye twitched.

Allison looked caught off guard, the tension between Celeste's friends rising.

It seemed they weren't the only ones, everyone in the cafeteria jumping as Scott snapped his lunch tray in half.

"Jiminy Christmas," Celeste sighed.

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Celeste entered the girl's bathroom, quickly locking the door behind her, which was technically not allowed.

"Lydia?" she called softly, "I'm here babe. I got your S.O.S., what's up?"

Slowly, one of the stalls creaked open to reveal one Lydia Martin, complete with mascara stained cheeks and blood shot eyes.

"Woah, hey," Celeste immediately wrapped her friend in a hug, "What happened? Whose ass do I need to kick?"

"Thank god," Lydia sniffed, her voice thick with tears, "I need makeup wipes."

"Okay," Celeste nodded, "but first, tell me what happened.

Wordlessly, Lydia shoved her phone in to Celeste's hand.

Celeste read the words making up the harsh break up text from Jackson.

"I'm going to crazy psycho murder him," Celeste glared at the phone, "I'm going to remove his kneecaps and use them to scoop out his eyeballs, and then I'm going to feed his eyeballs to him. I will bake him a cake filled with cyanide, and I will laugh as he falls before me in death-,"

Celeste's testament was cut off by a sob escaping Lydia's lips.

"Okay, hey," Celeste pulled her makeup wipes out of her bag, and began cleaning the makeup off of her friend's face, "It'll be okay. I know you love him, I know you do, but you deserve so much better than that human piece of garbage."

"I don't want someone better," Lydia's voice broke, "I wanted him."

"I know babe," Celeste's heart broke at seeing her best friend so vulnerable, "but you know what? You're Lydia fucking Martin. You instill fear into the hearts of men, before ripping them out and drinking their tears to stay hydrated and keep your skin glowing."

Lydia perked up slightly at her words, her shaky breaths becoming more steady, which Celeste took as a sign to continue.

"You're the smartest person I know, and the most ambitious. Never in your life have you backed down from a challenge, so why start now?" she noticed the rosiness of Lydia's cheeks coming back, "You are the most loyal, most intelligent, most badass pain in the ass I know. You're a goddess, Lydia, and he didn't treat you like he should have."

"You're right," Lydia nodded, "I'm Lydia Martin, bitch."

"Yeah you are," Celeste laughed softly, "and that's the greatest compliment you can give yourself."

"Don't ever leave me," Lydia put her head on Celeste's shoulder as the two looked in the mirror.

"Never," Celeste squeezed her friend's hand, "It's you and me against the world, always."

"Wanna skip class and get hot chocolate and shop?" Lydia pouted at her friend hopefully.

"Hell yeah."

"Hey," a girl knocked on the door of the bathroom impatiently, "you're not allowed to lock this."

"We're having a moment, dammit."

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Celeste left Lydia's car in high spirits, having successfully distracted her friend with designer shoes.

She had had the strawberry blonde drop her off at Stiles' house, in response to an S.O.S. message of his own.

Entering Stiles' room, which she had grown way too familiar with, she was surprised to see one Derek Hale, still wearing his "grunge" shirt.

"What the Hale are you doing here?" Celeste laughed at herself, "Seriously though, what's going on?"

"We're gonna trace the text that the Alpha sent to Allison from Scott's phone," Stiles informed her as she flopped on to his bed, "Derek is here because he's hiding from the police, which is dumb, because my dad's the sheriff, and we are just waiting on Danny to get here."

"Oh, cool," Celeste nodded, already knowing about Danny's special skill set, "So why was I needed?"

"Mostly because you're the only one not hated by all three of us," Stiles shrugged.

She and Derek played thumb wars until Danny showed up, though Celeste highly suspected that Derek was letting her win.

"You want me to do what?" Celeste looked up from her game and realized that Danny had arrived.

"Trace a text," Stiles repeated hopefully.

"I came here to do lab work," Danny looked done with the situation, "That's what lab partners do."

"And we will," Stiles promised, "once you trace the text."

"What makes you think I know how?" Danny narrowed his eyes.

"I looked up your arrest report, so," Stiles said sheepishly, causing Derek and Celeste to roll their eyes at each other.

"I was thirteen," Danny claimed, "They dropped the charges."

Stiles made a flailing motion.

"No," Danny decided, "we're doing lab work."

Stiles groaned obnoxiously.

"Who's he again?" Danny asked in a hushed tone, gesturing to Derek, who was now reading Celeste's chemistry book for whatever reason.

"That's, uh, my cousin," Stiles improvised poorly, "Miguel."

Celeste had to bite on her tongue to keep from laughing.

"Is that blood on his shirt?" Danny looked concerned.

"Yeah, yes," Stiles nodded hastily, "well, he gets these horrible nose bleeds. Hey Miguel, I thought I told you you could borrow one of my shirts."

There was no way his shirts were fitting Derek.

Derek temperamentally tossed the chemistry book next to Celeste and stalked off towards Stiles' dresser.

He shirked off his Henley, dropping it on the floor in a small act of rebellion.

"So anyway," Stiles tried to continue the conversation, "I mean, we both know you have the skills to trace that text, so-,"

"Uh," Derek spoke up, "Stiles?"

"Yes?" Stiles asked impatiently.

"This," Derek stretched the fabric of the shirt in his hand, "no fit."

Celeste giggle-snorted behind her hand.

"Then try something else on," Stiles narrowed his eyes at the sound of Celeste's laugh.

Danny stared unabashedly at Derek's form, which Stiles caught on to.

"Hey, that one looks pretty good," Stiles spoke animatedly as Derek tried on a horrible orange and blue shirt, "What do you think Danny?"

"Huh?" Danny blushed adorably.

"The shirt," Stiles reiterated.

Derek looked like he was wearing horribly colored spandex.

"It's not really his color," Danny flushed a darker shade of pink.

"You swing for a different team but you still play ball, don't you Danny boy?" Stiles grinned.

"You're a horrible person," Danny groaned.

"I know, it keeps me awake at night," Stiles drawled out, "Anyway, about that text?"

"Stiles," Derek snapped, "none of these fit."

"I'll need the ISP, the phone number, and the exact time of text," Danny relented quickly.

"Here," Celeste snorted, gently pushing Derek to the side.

She rummaged around and found an oversized grey tee, pulling it out and handing it to the sour wolf.

Derek tried it on, the material still clinging to his form, but not uncomfortably.

"Who would have guessed a neutral colored plain tee shirt would be the one for you," Celeste spoke sarcastically, laughing slightly.

Derek rolled his eyes, but a ghost of a smile danced across his lips.

"Guys," Stiles snapped at them, "over here."

"Okay, Snappy McGee," Celeste grumbled, but the two made their way to the computer nevertheless.

Danny took about three minutes to trace the text Felicity Smoak style, in which time Derek and Celeste finished three games of tic-tac-toe.

"There," Danny said finally, sitting back in the chair, "the text was sent from a computer, this one."

There was an awkward silence as the trio took in the name.

"Registered to that account name?" Derek asked in disbelief.

"Nah, no, that can't be right," Stiles frowned.

"C'mon son," Celeste groaned in annoyance.

As if they didn't have enough on their metaphorical plate, the text had been send from a computer registered to Melissa McCall.

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"Did you get the picture?" Scott's voice crackled over Stiles' phone speakers.

"Yeah, I did," Stiles said, visibly on edge, "It looks just like the drawing."

"Hey," Derek yanked Stiles' arm to speak in to the phone, "if there's nothing on the back of it there's gotta be something. An inscription, an opening, something."

"No, no," Scott denied, "the thing's flat, and no, it doesn't open. There's nothing in it, on it, around it, nothing. Where are you? You're supposed to be here. You're first line."

"Where the hell is Bilinski?" Coach shouted on the other end, "Huh?"

"You're not gonna play if you're not here to start," Scott wasn't helping.

"I know," Stiles sighed, obviously upset, "Look, if you see my dad can you tell him I'll be there, I'll just be a little late, okay? Alright thanks."

Celeste placed a comforting hand on Stiles' shoulder as he hung up, knowing how much this game meant to him.

"You're not gonna make it," Derek stated obviously.

"I know."

"You didn't tell him about his mom either," Derek once again stated what had already been said.

"Not until we find out the truth," Stiles was always looking out for Scott.

"By the way," Derek spoke casually, "one more thing."

"Yeah?" Stiles asked.

Derek slammed his face against the steering wheel.

"Oh my god Derek, you can't just go around slamming people's faces into steering wheels," Celeste chastised.

"You know what that was for," Derek growled out at a moaning Stiles "go."

Stiles groaned, getting out of the car and waiting for Celeste to do the same.

Celeste was unbuckling her seat belt when Derek stopped her.

"It might not be safe," he frowned in concern.

"What am I, chopped liver?" Stiles scoffed.

"It's a hospital Der, not a battle field," Celeste tried to assure her friend.

"Wh-, since when are we on a nickname basis?" Stiles scoffed again, "Yeah, okay, that's it. She's coming in with me."

Stiles pulled her out of the vehicle.

"I'll be fine, I swear," Celeste smiled softly when Derek growled.

Derek didn't look happy about it, but he let her go.

"Since when are you two old pals?" Stiles grumbled as they entered the building.

"I don't know," Celeste shrugged, "I've only met him this year but it's so weird, it feels like I've known him my whole life."

"Well isn't that just dandy," Stiles spoke shortly.

Derek called almost immediately after, inquiring if Celeste was still okay.

"I'm fine," she sighed, "but we can't find her."

"Ask for Jennifer," Derek offered, "she's the one taking care of my uncle."

They entered his uncle's room, only to find that it was completely vacant.

"Yeah, well," Stiles sighed, "he's not here either."

"What?" Derek demanded.

"He's not here," Stiles said, and Celeste began to get a bad feeling, "he's gone, Derek."

"Stiles," Derek spoke lowly into the phone, "get Celeste out of there right now. It's him. He's the Alpha. Get out."

"Jinkies," Celeste muttered to herself as they turned and came face-to-face with Peter Hale, half of his face covered in scars, Harvey Dent style.

"You must be Stiles," the man spoke calmly, "and Celeste, always good to see you."

Stiles pushed Celeste to turn the other way, but they were met with the sight of a red-haired nurse in their way.

"What are you doing here?" she asked in a sugary sweet tone that reminded Celeste of her mother, "Visiting hours are over."

"You- and him-," Stiles rambled, clutching Celeste to his chest protectively, "and you're the- and he's the- oh my god we're gonna die."

The nurse started approaching them, but she was stopped by Derek Hale elbowing her in the face and successfully knocking her out.

"That's not nice," Peter drawled out, "she's my nurse."

"She's a psychotic bitch helping you kill people," Derek corrected, "get her out of the way."

"Ah damn," Stiles groaned, ducking down and pulling Celeste with him.

"You think I killed Laura on purpose?" the Alpha werewolf stalked forward, "My own family?"

Derek's eyes glowed an electric blue, his canines extending as a roar resounded throughout the building from his lips.

He leaped forward, lunging on to his uncle, who immediately slammed him in to the wall, plaster shattering around them.

Stiles scrambled forward with Celeste in tow, but at the sight of Derek being dragged across the floor by his neck, she faltered.

She couldn't leave him behind.

With that in mind, she ripped herself out of Stiles' grip, racing forward and kicking an Alpha werewolf in the wrist.

In hindsight, it wasn't her brightest idea.

Celeste eyes widened as Peter let go of Derek, confusion coursing throughout her being as a chuckle came from his lips.

"Celeste Lune," he spoke slowly, walking towards her as she walked backwards, "you always were a feisty one."

Celeste didn't have time to process what he meant, because she was too busy trying to distract him from an approaching Derek.

"You want forgiveness?" He lunged forward, punching his uncle in the face.

Peter immediately gained the upper hand, knocking his head against Derek's forcefully.

"I want understanding."

Celeste was going to help him more, but Stiles held her back.

She buried her face in his chest as Derek was flung across the room.

"Do you have any idea what it was like for me all those years?" the Alpha tried, as Derek coughed up blood, "Slowly healing, cell by cell. Even more slowly coming back to consciousness. Yes, becoming an Alpha, taking that from Laura, pushed me over a plateau in the healing process. I can't help that."

Derek pushed himself up as Celeste struggled against Stiles, wanting to help.

He threw a few punches before his hand was caught by Peter's, who broke every bone in his hand and brought Derek to his knees in pain.

"I tried to tell you what was happening," he claimed, "I tried to warn you."

Celeste let out a yelp as Derek was thrown through the glass of the administration window.

"We have to get out of here," Stiles stated as the two werewolves crossed into another room.

"Not without Derek," Celeste hissed, "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Can you honestly tell me he wouldn't want you to get out of here safely?" Stiles tried, desperate to get his Celeste out of the situation.

Celeste knew he was right, but that didn't stop the tears from coming to her eyes as Stiles dragged her away.

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This is possibly the worst chapter I have ever written. Not joking. Oh well.

Honestly I should dedicate this whole book to my friend for letting me use her amazon prime to watch the show. What an angel.

Love you all so so much and please bear with me; I might edit this chapter later. I just wanted to get it up.

Stay Hydrated,

-Belle xx