"I'VE SEEN WORSE," SCOTT MUTTERED as the group stepped off the bus and into the parking lot of the Motel Glen Capri, which looked very sketchy. Wren honestly believed that if she was going to get kidnapped and murdered anywhere, it would be there.

She furrowed her eyebrows as Stiles asked exasperatedly, "Where have you seen worse?"

"Listen up! The meet's been pushed 'til tomorrow. This is the closest motel with the most vacancies and the least amount of good judgement when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves!" Coach yelled at them as he began handing out room keys. "You'll be pairing up — choose wisely, and I'll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants! Got that? Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves!"

Allison, Lydia, and Wren decided to be a group of three since none of them wanted to be alone in that really creepy place. The Argent and the Carter girl began walking, but they paused when they saw their strawberry blonde friend not moving. The brunette questioned, "Lydia?"

"I don't like this place," the Martin girl informed them, staring at the motel with an almost horrified expression that made it seem like it was more than worrying about rats.

"I don't think the people who own this place like this place," the Carter girl joked with a smile, but when Lydia's expression still didn't change, she sighed, "Look, it's just for one night."

Instead of nodding and coming with them, she just breathed out shakily. "A lot can happen in one night."

"All right, so I have four," Stiles told Wren and Scott once they got all settled and the blonde girl made her way to their room so that they could discuss their problems.

The McCall boy's eyes widened in shock at how many people his best friend accused all of the time. It was honestly crazy when you thought about it. "Four? You have four suspects?"

"Yeah, it was originally ten," the Stilinski boy explained to them before he made a face like he was reconsidering. "Well, nine, technically, I guess — I had Derek on there twice."

"So, who's number one? Harris?" the only girl in the room quizzed. Their chemistry teacher had been missing for the last couple of days, and as much as she loved not having to see him, it was getting a little scary how much he was missing, like it was too long to be a coincidence.

The sheriff's son nodded. "Just because he's missing, doesn't mean he's dead."

"So, if he's not dead, our chemistry teacher is out secretly committing human sacrifices?" the werewolf asked skeptically with raised eyebrows. It did seem kind of unlikely, but Harris did always seem like he wanted to brutally murder all of his students.

Stiles sighed with a slow nod, realizing how crazy that sounded. "Yeah, I guess that just sounded way better in my head."

"Well, what if it's someone else from school? Like, you remember Matt?" Scott suggesting, pointing out the boy that controlled the Kanima last year before Gerard tried to kill them all. "We didn't know that he was killing people."

"Excuse me? I'm sorry, what? I — Yes, we did! I called that from day one, actually," Stiles scoffed, and to be fair, he accused almost everyone in town at some point for controlling the Kanima. He had to be right at some point.

The McCall boy shrugged. "Yeah, but we never really thought that it was Matt."

"I was serious! I was quite serious, actually! Deadly serious! No one listened to me!" the Stilinski boy yelled at them. It was true. No one believed him until it was too late, and a gun was pointed at their heads.

"Derek's sister, Cora. No one knows anything about her, and she's Derek's sister," Stiles told them, and both of his friends nodded, agreeing with that one. She did kind of just appear out of nowhere after making everyone believe that she was dead. "Next, your boss."

While the McCall boy looked shocked, Wren pointed a finger at the sheriff's son, signaling that she agreed. "I'm gonna have to agree with Stiles on that one. Your boss is, like, really creepy."

"My boss?" the werewolf questioned as if he had not heard either of them. He seemed so surprised as if it were so completely crazy, but he was blind to how creepy Deaton was.

"Yeah, your boss," Stiles confirmed. "I don't really like the whole Obi-Wan-thing he's got going on, you know? It freaks me out." After Scott looked really confused, his face fell. "Oh, my God! Have you still not seen Star Wars?"

The Carter girl groaned. "Oh, my God, you're such a nerd."

"I swear, if we make it back alive, I will watch the movie," the werewolf assured his friends. He then asked Stiles what they were both dying to know. "Who's the last one?"

"Lydia. She was totally controlled by Peter, and she had no idea, so..."

Stiles and Scott both left to do something. Wren didn't bother to ask what, and she stayed in their room, waiting for them to come back. She was standing at the dresser, using the mirror to take her earrings out, when the McCall boy opened the door and stepped into the room.

She spared him a glance and a small smile before going back to what she was doing. However, she furrowed her eyebrows when he moved to stand behind her. She froze when he put his hands on her waist, so extremely confused. "Scott, what are you doing?"

"Wren..." he murmured, and he leaned forward so that his breath hit her ear. She inhaled deeply as the sensation sent chills down her spine.

Her back was pressed up against his chest now, and he bowed his head, tickling his neck with the tip of his nose. But something was really wrong. He was acting weird, and she liked to think that if the McCall boy was going to declare his liking of her, he wouldn't do it like that in some awful motel room. She began to squirm a little bit. "Scott. Scott, this isn't funny."

"Do you see me laughing?" he asked, raising his eyebrows at her in the mirror. The words almost made her melt, but there was something in his eyes that stopped it.

She turned around, ready to push him off of her, but he immediately pressed her against the dresser. His face was now inches from hers, but she couldn't do it. She couldn't have their first kiss be in his and Stiles' motel room, on the way to a cross country meet, when anyone could walk in. She whispered, "Don't do this."

"Why not?" he countered, and she tensed when his lips brushed hers, ever so slightly. It was so light that she thought she imagined it for a moment.

But Allison, and Derek, and everything going on. He was not in the right headspace to make this decision. Wren knew from experience that they really should stop. If someone stopped her from doing some things when she was having episodes, she would be in a very different place mentally at that moment. But it feels so right.

"We can't do this," she said finally, and she tried to push him away. However, he did not move and just grabbed her hands, kissing each of them as she squirmed. "Scott, let me go. Scott!"

He began growling at her, and her heart dropped. She had to do something to stop him. She reached behind her for anything, and her hand wrapped around a pencil. She closed her eyes and brought it forward before slamming it as hard as she could into Scott's shoulder.

He gasped, and she tried not to look at it or think about the fact that she just stabbed him. She pushed him off of her and stumbled to the hall. She slammed the door closed behind her and ran as fast as she could down the hall.

She skidded to a halt when Isaac turned around the corner and caught her before she went tumbling. She was breathing heavily, and her entire body was shaking from what just happened. She breathed out, "Isaac, thank God. I think something's wrong with Scott."

"Are you okay?" he asked, but his voice was kind of monotonous as he tilted his head curiously.

"Yeah, I'm fine, but I just stabbed him. And—" she started to explain frantically, but she stopped when he took a step toward her. They were standing awkwardly close now, and she furrowed her eyebrows. "What are you doing?"

He shrugged. "Nothing."

"No, you're definitely doing something," she replied because he was getting even closer now. When he was finally inches away from her, he dipped his head down. She stopped his lips with her hand right before they met hers.

"What are you doing?" she asked, so confused. What the hell was happening? He backed up, which was a whole lot better than what Scott did. She didn't know what to say. She just stood there flabbergasted for a good fifteen seconds before exclaiming, "Everyone just needs to stop trying to kiss me!"

She pushed past him, and he kept walking like nothing had happened. She took off running once again, wanting to get to her room before someone else tried to make out with her. If she had this problem at any other time, she would welcome it gladly. But something about that day was freaking her out.

She breathed out a sigh of relief when she reached her door, and she was about to knock since she didn't have a key when Lydia opened it and pulled her in. "Where have you been? We need you."