"I'm sorry, Mischief Night?" I asked Stiles, as we walked across the parking lot.

"Yes, June. AKA the best day and night of the year!" I stopped and turned to him.

"Isn't it just an excuse for teenagers to vandalize things?" I looked over at Stiles.

He paused and shook his head in disbelief, "No - what. C'mon, it's Coach's birthday. It is literally the sign of all signs from the gods that we pull pranks."

"You want to pull a prank on the man with by far the shortest fuse I have ever witnessed?"

"No offense, June but you don't know Coach like I do. He loves today, he secretly looks forward to it every year."

"Again, are you just saying this so that you can feel better about messing with this stuff?"

"Maybe." I started walking again, and Stiles trailed after me. "Oh please, June! Didn't you ever do anything like that at your old school?"

"Do I need to remind you that I went to a private school in the Upper East Side? Literally all of those kids had sticks so far up their butts you'd think they were kebabs. What they did was wait until the next day, Halloween, to illegally drink like everyone else does. Except you, clearly."

Stiles started his rebuttal when I looked across the quad to see Scott getting off his bike, and next to him were the two twins who recently turned his face into a punching bag. I seized Stiles' hand and marched him over to Scott.

"June, what - oh. Oh," Stiles said and kept with my brisk pace to the twins. We heard them say that they just wanted to talk.

"Ah, that's kind of a change of pace for you guys, seeing as how you're usually just hurting, maiming, and killing." Aiden rolled his eyes at Stiles.

"You need a pack," He stated plain as day, "And we need an alpha."

"Yeah, absolutely not," I scoffed. "That's hilarious though."

"You came to us for help, and we helped," Ethan argued.

I awkwardly turned to face Scott and Stiles, looking at them in disbelief before turning back to the twins. "You beat his face into a bloody pulp. Not to mention I'm pretty sure this one liked it," I pointed at Aiden and he scowled at me.

"Yeah and that's not helping," Stiles agreed. "In my opinion that's actually counterproductive."

"Why would I say yes?" Scott said, letting them pitch to us.

"We'd add strength. We'd make you more powerful. There's no reason to say no." Aiden said simply. Stiles rolled his eyes and made one of the oddest faces I have ever seen.

"I can think of one." I spitballed. "Like the two of you holding Derek's claws while Kali impaled Boyd."

"Are you even in Scott's pack, witch? Why are you talking?" Ethan growled at me. I turned to Scott and Stiles, who were scowling slightly.

I smiled, turning back to make eye contact with the former alphas, "In fact, I'm not even sure why we're not impaling them now."

Aiden bared his teeth and growled at me, "Do you wanna try?"

I stepped closer to him and whispered, "Do you need me to get you a ruler?"

Scott pulled me back and Stiles laughed, "Sorry, but they don't trust you. And neither do I." Together, we walked through them and into the school. As soon as we bust through the doors, Stiles was hit with a roll of toilet paper.

"That's my - that's my face!" He said in a 'come on' attitude. He pat Scott on the chest.

"Hey dude, good decision. Good alpha decision."

"I hope so," Scott said.

"No, you know so," I said while ruffling his hair. Both of them stopped at Stiles' locker, and I told them I would see them in Econ. I walked away, and Stiles grabbed my elbow.

"What?"

"Get a front row seat for Coach's class okay?"

"Why?" He grinned deviously. "Okay, I really don't like that look on your face, so I'm just gonna go..." I walked down the hallway, to see people riding on each others backs like they were horses.

"Ugh, public schools," I muttered. I stopped walking when I saw Kira putting things into her locker. I walked over to her.

"Hey, it's Kira right?"

She quickly turned around to see me, and she froze from putting her things in her locker.

"Uh - yeah. Hi, yeah I'm Kira."

"Oh, cool. Well I'm June."

"I know - I mean - hi." She gave me an awkward smile. I gave her a warm one in return and I could see her relax a bit.

"So listen, I wanted to say thanks for all that info on bardo that you were talking about. It totally helped us out a ton."

"Oh, it was no problem! Did you get to see all the printed stuff I gave Scott?"

"I did, after he read through it. It was really insightful, and actually kind of interesting."

"My thoughts exactly!" She closed her locker and I took it as my cue. 

I pointed my thumb over my shoulder, "Well listen, I gotta go dump my stuff in my locker, but I just wanted to say thanks again. And also, your whole outfit is amazing."

She gave me a big smile, "Thank you! I love your dress, I would have never been able to pull it off."

I flicked my hair over my shoulder, "Thanks so much! I'll see you around, Kira." I turned around and saw Stiles give Scott a pep talk.

"Okay, you are the apex predator. Everyone wants you, you know you're like the hot girl that every guy wants." Isaac walked over to our group as Scott looked at Stiles.

"I'm the hot girl?" He asked.

"You are the hottest girl," Stiles reassured before walking off to class.

"Save me a seat, Stilinski!" I yelled, and he waved his hand over his head in acknowledgement. 

I looked back at Scott, who had a look on his face that said he just had an epiphany of sorts. "I'm the hot girl," he muttered in disbelief.

Isaac and I shared a look before we both turned to Scott. "Yes you are," we said simultaneously, and Scott gave us a huge smile. I walked off, chuckling at how adorable my friends were.

When I dropped my stuff off at my locker and got to class, I sat down between Scott and Stiles in the front row.

"So, what is this thing you want me to-"

"SON OF A BITCH!" My sentence faltered when I heard yelling in the room that was Coach's office. He thrust the door connecting his office to the classroom open, and he strode out. I swear I could almost see the steam coming from his ears. I looked over at Scott, who was smiling a subtle smile. When I looked over at Stiles, I rolled my eyes. He made no attempt to conceal his open mouthed grin and he watched Coach with delighted amusement. It was almost like looking at Fred and George Weasley bask in the glory of one of their many pranks pulled on Filch.

"Mischief Night, Devil's Night, I don't care what you call it. You little punks are evil!" The whole class chuckled, including myself. "You think it's funny, that every Halloween my house gets egged? A man's house is supposed to be his castle! Right, Child?"

"I lived in a penthouse for most of my life, Coach. So, unless you could throw an egg forty stories..."

"I'm going to let this slide because you are literally the easiest student I have ever had." He started yelling again, "But a man's house is supposed to be his castle! And mine's a freaking omelet!" Coach turned back to his desk and picked up a little wrapped box on his desk. "Oh this, we're gonna do this again huh?"

Coach had a slightly crazed look in his eye, as he dropped the box right onto the floor and smashed it with his foot. I winced as I heard something break inside. I looked over to Stiles whose mouth was still open in smug enjoyment. I kicked him gently.

"What was that for?" He whispered.

"Wipe that smirk off your face, Stilinski, it'll stick."

"No can do, June. This is the highlight of my day." I scrunched my eyebrows.

"It's literally eight in the morning..."

Coach bent down to look at what appeared to be a broken mug. I peered over my desk to see a picture of Coach on it and beneath it was the phrase, #1 Coach. I inhaled through my teeth. Coach reached for the card that came with the box and opened it.

"'Happy Birthday. Love, Greenberg,'"

                                                                                            *****

Lunchtime rolled around, and I was putting things away in my locker when it suddenly slammed shut. I jumped about a mile in the air and rounded on the culprit. I opened my mouth to yell when I saw Stiles clutching his knees, panting.

"Did you run a marathon before you came over here?"

"Dad - here - looking for - an escaped - convict," He looked up at me through squinted eyes. I widened my eyes and opened my locker again. I pulled out my water bottle and handed it over to Stiles. He chugged about half of it before standing up straight.

"Okay, so what do you want to do?" I asked him.

He downed the rest of the water before handing the empty bottle back to me. I sighed and put it back in my locker, closing the door.

"We're going to go ask him about it, obviously." Before I could say or do anything, Stiles grabbed my hand and lead me down the hall. We walked down a few hallways and nearly ran into the Sheriff himself. He gathered a couple deputies and they were about to walk away when Stiles asked them who was at the school. Stiles' dad quietly spoke to us, explaining that William Barrow was on the loose after waking up from his surgery down at the hospital. He walked away and Stiles dragged me behind them.

"Wait wait wait, the William Barrow? The Shrapnel Bomber, spotted nearby?" Sheriff Stilinski turned around to face the two of us.

"A little closer than nearby, actually." He said lowly. Agent McCall walked by with the school's superintendent and several other agents walking briskly past us.

"How do we get down to the basement?" The superintendent pointed down the hall, and McCall kept talking, "I need to know where every entrance is, I don't want anybody coming in or out of this school." My gaze turned back to the two Stilinski's.

"Dad, what's really going on here?"

"Barrow was scheduled for surgery this morning, when the doctors found a tumor in him full of live flies. He somehow woke up from the anesthesia and escaped the hospital. But not without wounding several doctors. We have reason to believe that he is going to try to kill more kids."

"I'm sorry, kill more?" I said.

"A few years ago, Barrow blew up a school bus with a shrapnel bomb, killing a few kids." Stiles briefly explained.

"And left the survivors without limbs," his father put in.

"But why? Why would he do that?"

"Our reports say that the official statement he gave as to why was because he saw several kids with glowing eyes." Stiles and I turned to each other, our eyes wide.

"Well there's definitely kids like that in Beacon Hills," I said.

"Look I need to catch up with McCall, tell your friends, let them know what's really going on here. Be safe, you two." The sheriff walked down the hallway, leaving Stiles and I alone.

"What now?" I asked him.

"C'mon, we need to go tell the others," Stiles said, and with my hand still in his, he lead me down the hall.

                                                                     *****

"Barrow went after kids with glowing eyes, and he said those exact words?" Isaac asked as he, Allison, and Lydia followed Stiles and I down the stairs.

"Yeah, and no one knows how he woke up from anesthesia," I said. "Just that when they opened him up they found a tumor full of live flies," I shuddered.

"Which in any other circumstance would actually be all kinds of awesome-" Stiles remarked and I blanched.

"Did you say flies?" Lydia said, and I turned to see her slightly farther down the hallway.

"Lydia?" Allison asked.

"All day I've been hearing this sound. It's like - this buzzing." She said frustratedly. 

"Like the sound of flies?"

"Exactly like the sound of flies," She answered Allison.

We split up to go find Scott, Stiles and I taking off down one way, and the rest another way. Stiles was walking so briskly, that it may as well have been considered jogging. Seeing as how I was shorter than him and wearing a dress, this made things difficult.

"Where did you say Scott was?"

"He's not at our lunch table, and Kira wasn't out there either-"

"Kira?"

"Yeah, we were talking about her this morning."

"Oh, with the whole 'hot girl' thing?"

"Exactly. I told him that he should just ask her out because she would totally be into that."

"Ignoring your assumptions on girls, if Kira wasn't outside for lunch, couldn't she just be with her dad? He is a teacher here."

"June, you beautiful genius." He hugged me and started running down the hallway. Slightly shocked, I was delayed in running after him. Almost running into someone, Stiles stopped and looked around. I caught up to him, and we both saw Scott halfway down the hall. Together, we jogged over to him.

"Hey, dude! Where the hell have you been?" Stiles said as Lydia walked up to us from the other end of the hall.

"The police are leaving. Why are they leaving?" She said, panicked.

"The police?"

"And this is why you can't miss stuff, Scott." I told him. "Do I need to do a 'Previously On' segment?"

"They must have cleared the building and grounds. Which means he's not here," Stiles said, ignoring me.

"Who? What are you guys-?"

"He has to be here!" Lydia said, frustrated. "That sound? The buzzing I've been hearing? It's getting louder."

"How loud?" I asked her, putting my hand on her arm in a concerned manner.

She squeezed her eyes shut before looking around at us desperately. "Deafening," she said quietly.

"Okay, look." I started, "We need to find him before he does something else. Stiles," I looked over to him, "Take Lydia and find your dad before he leaves. Tell him what Lydia told you if you have to, just get him or someone to stay here." Stiles nodded and took off with Lydia.

I turned to Scott, "Alright Scott, let's fill you in. You ever hear of William Barrow?"

"The Shrapnel Bomber?" He asked in disbelief.

I nodded, "Yeah, him. This morning he was scheduled for surgery. When they opened him up they found a tumor full of live flies." Scott made a face, "Yeah, it's disgusting. Anyways, he woke up from general anesthesia and attacked a few doctors, escaping the hospital. Stiles' dad explained that they think Barrow made his way here to kill more students."

"Wait a second, why? Why did he even do it the first time?"

"Ah, I saved the best for last," I said sarcastically. "Barrow gave an official statement saying that the kids he blew up all had glowing eyes."

Scott's eyes widened, "Glowing eyes?"

I nodded quickly, "Now you see why we can't let the cops leave here? Lydia's having a feeling that he's still here somewhere in the school. Call your mom, and see if she can bring down anything that has Barrow's scent."

"A scent? Why?" Scott looked at me funny.

"Because for once, the kids with glowing eyes are going after Barrow."

                                                                           *****

Scott pulled Isaac and myself over to a corner of the school, where we were unfortunately not as alone as I thought. Waiting for us were the twins, who conveniently had re-enrolled into Beacon Hills High School today. Scott gathered us in a small circle and started opening the bag that Melissa dropped off containing Barrow's hospital gown.

"Okay, Lydia thinks he's still here even though the cops searched the whole school. But they didn't have one thing," Scott said, pulling out the gown, "Our sense of smell."

"If we're sniffing this guy out then what is she doing here?" Aiden said, nodding his head at me.

"Oddly enough," I hissed, "I'd be quicker to protect you if a shrapnel bomb went off. Seeing as how I could magically create a shield around you faster than your brother could get there to pull you out of the way. Not saying that's what I'd do, but I could."

"She's right. Barrow is expecting werewolves, not witches. He might have plans for us rather than her."

"Besides, I'm an expert at finding things."

"Oh really?" Ethan raised an eyebrow.

"Yes really," I nodded, "Like a few supernatural creatures just itching to exact revenge on two teenagers who could morph together to form one giant werewolf. Funny how quickly they could get here if I picked up the phone."

"We don't need to go that far, June" Scott said as the twins shared an uncomfortable look. "If you want to prove that we can trust you, then help us."

We all walked down to the basement and split up. I was with Isaac and Scott while the twins walked off somewhere else.

"This is how it's going to be now?" Isaac said looking down a hall, "We trust them?" He wasn't really asking in an accusing manner, more like he was questioning Scott on what to do.

"Just because I'm letting them help doesn't mean I trust them," Scott argued.

"Yeah well I don't trust them either," Isaac agreed.

"Or like them," I added. "In fact, I hate them, and I would totally be okay if I never ever saw them again."

"I just want them to die," Isaac stated simply.

"And there is just years and years of therapy that should probably head your way soon, little guy," I said, patting Isaac on the back.

"If Barrow's here and has a plan then you might get what you want," Scott said darkly. Isaac paused and seemed to consider this. I slapped his arm.

"Ow, what was that-?"

I pointed my finger in his face, "No."

He pouted, "But just a little bit?"

"No," I repeated, and walked to follow Scott.

We didn't get much farther before the fire alarm went off. Looking at the two boys, I nodded and ran back to the stairs, Scott and Isaac behind me. We ran up them and followed the herd of students exiting the school.

I looked around for Stiles and Lydia, but couldn't find them. Five minutes later I saw Coach storm out, tugging Stiles by the ear. Lydia was scurrying after the two of them, and I walked over.

"Pulling a fire alarm on Mischief Night is one thing," Coach started, and Stiles looked like he was having trouble controlling his breathing. "Doing it when there's a mass murderer spotted nearby is insane!" He relinquished his grip on Stiles' now red ear.

"If I were four years younger I'd - I would punch you!" The coach continued.

"What? Coach that doesn't make sense!" Stiles argued.

"And why only four?" I asked, sort of amused by this whole thing.

"Oh well it does to me," Coach said sarcastically. "And Child stop smiling!" It only made me smile bigger.

"Come on, Stiles," I said grabbing Lydia's hand, "Let's get you back to Scott."

I walked the two over to the werewolves who were huddled around together. Once I waved Scott down, he and Aiden jogged over to us.

"We didn't find anything," Aiden filled them in.

"Not even a scent," Scott agreed.

"Alright, well it's three o'clock. School's over, don't you think he would have done something by now?" Stiles asked.

"Does that mean everybody's safe?" Ethan asked, walking over with Isaac.

"I don't know," all heads turned to the strawberry blonde. "I just - I don't know."

"Well I do," I defended her, "And the answer is no. Look, Barrow was here, alright? Before anyone gets the idea to discredit Lydia here, we have to remember that Barrow is looking for teenagers with glowing eyes. You all fit that description so for the meantime, keep your eyes peeled. I don't know about you but I'm willing to bet he went nowhere near where the police are headed now. Stay on your toes."

"What do we do in the meantime?" Isaac asked.

I looked over at him, "We just need to keep looking into this."

                                                                             *****

I was sat on the floor at the foot of Stiles' bed, and Lydia was sprawled out behind me. I shut my eyes while she gently braided and re-braided my long blonde hair. Stiles was busy pinning up pictures and putting string along his walls, connecting pictures.

"What do the different colored strings mean?" Lydia asked, referring to the pile of different colored spools of yarn sitting next to her.

"Oh just different stages of the investigation. So like green is 'solved,' yellow is 'to be determined,' blue's just pretty." I smiled.

"What does red mean?" Lydia asked.

"Uh - unsolved."

I cocked my head, "You only have red on the board."

Stiles turned to us, "Yes, I'm aware of that, thank you."

Lydia tilted my head back and began a French braid, sighing. "Did you get detention for pulling the alarm?"

"Yep, every day this week. It's okay though, we were onto something." I glanced at Lydia from my upside down vantage point and saw her frowning.

"Even though we couldn't find any proof of Barrow being there?" She continued. I sighed, moving my head away from her fingers and turning on the spot.

"Hey, you have been right every time something like this has happened," Stiles said, crouching down next to me. "Okay, so don't start doubting yourself now."

"No scent, no bomb, and I got you in trouble." I grabbed her hand and squeezed it.

"Look, Lydia. Barrow was there, alright? You knew it, you felt it." Stiles reassured her.

"If you wanted us to, we'd go back to that school right now and search all night just to prove it," I said, giving her a small smile. She smiled at the two of us, gratitude shining in her eyes.

Stiles smiled, toying with the sharpie in his face. He froze, and ripped the cap off, inhaling deeply.

"That's not actually good for you," I stated.

"Get up, both of you, now." He ignored me.

"Where are we going?" Lydia asked.

"Back to the school."

Next one's going to be kind of short too, but it'll wrap this episode up. Also, do you guys like that I put her outfits in here instead of just describing them? I feel like writing a paragraph on them gets too tiring. But just to let you know, June nine times out of ten is wearing white converse instead of the shoes in the picture. Don't forget to vote and comment! I love reading them, it puts a huge smile on my face. Xx