"HAVE YOU SEEN JACKSON ANYWHERE?" questioned Stiles as him, Scott, and Wren walked through the house at Lydia's party. The blonde knew that the Martin girl had invited the Whittemore boy, but she didn't know the response. She hoped that he had the sense to turn her down.

"No," Scott replied with a shake of his head. "Seen Allison?"

Wren and Stiles repeated his previous action before the Stilinski boy continued, "No, but we should probably tell her what we found."

"I still have no idea what we found," the Carter girl informed her two friends. Stiles had explained it, but she was still extremely confused.

"I figured out it has something to do with water," the sheriff's son told her. "You know, the fact that all the victims were on the swim team and the way the Kanima reacted around the pool."

Scott nodded in understanding. "So, whoever's controlling the Kanima hates the swim team?"

"Hated the swim team, specifically the 2006 swim team." Stiles corrected.

"So it could be a teacher. Maybe a student at that time or something," Wren suggested after a moment of thought. "I mean, who are we missing? What haven't we thought of?"

"Uh, Jackson's not here," Allison informed them as she approached. The blonde glanced between her and Scott and sensed something weird going on between them.

Taking a quick survey of the backyard, Stiles added, "Yeah, no one's here."

"Maybe it's just early," Scott offered, trying to look on the bright side of things. The entire place was empty, not a soul in sight other than the four.

"Or maybe nobody's coming," the Stilisnki responded as they all stared at Lydia who was sipping a drink alone. "Because Lydia's turned into the town wack job."

Allison sighed, looking at her best friend in pity. "Well, we have to do something because we've completely ignored her for the past two weeks."

"Is that why she invited me to hang out with her instead of you?" Wren asked, and they all whipped around to look at her in shock. She just shrugged and continued to look around the dead party. They really needed to find a way to liven up that party quickly, especially since they'd made Lydia feel like she was absolutely crazy.

Scott raised his eyebrows, arguing, "She's completely ignored Stiles for the past ten years."

"He also has a good point."

"I prefer to think of it as me not having been on her radar yet," the Stilinski boy defended, and the blonde next to him patted his back sympathetically.

Turning back to his secret maybe girlfriend, the werewolf shrugged. "We don't owe her a party."

"Don't be a dick, Scott," Wren scolded, shaking her head. Lydia had honestly been through a lot because of them. "To some degree, we owe her a lot."

"What about the chance to get back to normal?" Allison questioned. Lydia wouldn't be the town crazy person if it wasn't for them and their problems.

Scott raised his eyebrows in question. "Normal?

"Well, she wouldn't be the town wack job if it wasn't for us," the Argent girl pointed out, and Wren nodded in agreement. She had a point there. "She's even crazier than Wren."

"Right," Wren said, but then she stopped when she realized what she said. "Hey!" she exclaimed.

The McCall boy sighed, and after a moment of thought, he spoke up. "I guess I could use my co-captain status to get the lacrosse team here."

"Yeah." Stiles added, "I also know some people who can get this thing going. Like, really going." Wren furrowed her eyebrows at the boy's words. She didn't think he knew anyone other than them, especially people that liked him.

"Who?" Allison quizzed with a slightly worried expression.

The Stilinski boy pulled his phone out of his pocket and began texting a number as he explained, "I met them the other night. Let's just say they know how to party."

"Well," the Carter girl announced, choosing not to question whoever Stiles was talking about. "Since I'm cooler than both of you, I can also get some people here."

It turns out that the people that Stiles invited really did know how to party. It was the drag queens from the gay club the other night, and they really got things going.

Now that there were actually people there, Lydia was walking around with a smile, offering drinks to anyone that she passed. When she made her way over to Wren, the Carter girl declined the glass and turned back to the boys. They were both staring at Allison as Stiles asked, "Are you gonna apologize to Allison or what?"

"Why should I apologize?" the McCall questioned, looking up at his friend, and Wren fought the urge to roll her eyes at him.

"Because you're the guy," the Stilinski boy answered as if it were obvious, and it was. The guy always apologized. "It's, like, what we do."

Scott furrowed his eyebrows. "But I didn't do anything wrong."

"Oh, yes, you did," the blonde told him. She had no idea why Allison was mad at him, but if he didn't know, then he probably did something.

"Then you should definitely apologize," Stiles said, nodding at Wren. "See, any time a guy thinks he hasn't done anything wrong, it means he's definitely done something wrong."

The Carter girl smiled at him in appreciation. "Finally, someone gets it."

"I'm not apologizing," Scott refused, and Wren shot him a shocked look. Usually he'd be all over Allison, wondering what he did wrong and trying to fix it as soon as possible.

"Okay, what is up with you tonight? You've been acting all weird," the blonde exclaimed, throwing a hand up in the air as she took another sip of the pink drink. "Is it because of the full moon?"

The werewolf sighed. "Probably. Why do you guys care anyway."

"Because, Scott, something's gotta go right here. I mean, we're getting our asses royally kicked, if you haven't noticed. People are dying. I got my dad fired. Wren's...doing whatever Wren is doing. You're gonna get kicked out of school. I'm in love with a nut job. And if on top of all that, I gotta watch you lose Allison to a stalker like Matt, I'm gonna stab myself in the face."

"Don't stab yourself in the face," Scott ordered, standing up, and the blonde smiled, hoping that he was finally going to take action. She was wrong.

Stiles stared at him as he looked off into the party, focused on something. "Why not?"

"Because Jackson's here."

《❀》

A LITTLE BIT LATER, WREN WAS STARTING TO FEEL A BIT WOOZY. She stumbled into the kitchen to get some water, and Scott was standing there, talking to someone. She frowned when she heard her name, and she stopped to listen in.

"Yeah, she's freaking crazy, dude," he laughed out, and she felt her entire body freeze. "I mean, she has these insane mood swings, and if she doesn't take her meds, she sees things and stuff. I just hang out with her because I feel bad."

Wren's stomach dropped to her feet, and she felt like throwing up. Scott, her best friend in the world, was talking bad about her behind her back. And he was calling her crazy? He was the one person in her entire life that had never said that about her, but apparently not.

She turned around because she had to get out of there, but on her way out, Allison was muttering something to someone kind of loudly. "Wren? Oh, yeah. I can't stand her. I can't believe I have to put up with Scott's crazy friend. He doesn't like her either."

And then Stiles walked by in the hallway, shouting to Scott, "Hey, do you have eyes on Wren? We can't let the bitch embarrass us when we're finally invited to a party."

She was standing in the middle of all of them, but none of them were acknowledging her existence. Her breathing got heavy as she spun around, and her head was screaming. She crouched down and put her head in her hands, just wanting it all to stop. Their words about her blended together, and she was crying. She screamed, "Stop it! No! No! No! No! No! No!"

"Wren!" she heard someone yell, snapping her out of it, and she looked up to see Scott come running in from outside with Stiles and Allison on his heels.

She furrowed her eyebrows, looking back to the kitchen to see there was no one by the sink. She turned to where Allison had been, but there was no one standing there. And she came to the horrible realization that she had imagined it all.

Scott reached her first, kneeling in front of her and grabbing her arms to check on her. She glanced around, and all of the eyes in the party were staring at her in shock. She couldn't hear anything Scott was saying. The only emotion she could feel was pure horror.

And then Lydia pushed through the crowd and toward her, and Wren knew she was about to get yelled at. But to her surprise, the redhead pushed Scott aside, gently pulled the blonde to her feet, and wrapped her arm around her. Then, leading her up the stairs, she whispered, "Come on, girl. We're okay. You're okay."

Lydia brought Wren up to her room and let her lay down, putting a cool wet cloth on her head like you did when someone was sick. It honestly helped because the Carter girl no longer felt like throwing up. She just felt like her chest was going to explode.

"You can stay the night, if you want to," Lydia told her, and Wren wondered if she was still imagining things. She shook her head slightly.

"No, I'll just get Scott to take me home," she responded. She wanted to be in her own bed, but she appreciated this beyond imagination. Lydia nodded, and she was about to head back to the party when Wren called after her, "Lydia." The redhead turned back. "Thank you, for this."

The Martin girl offered a small smile and a shrug. "What are friends for?" Then, she left.

Wren was still thinking about that moment on the ride home. It stopped her from being completely terrified of herself. Scott kept glancing at her in concern as she stared out the window, and he finally said, "Hey, it happened to us all. Whatever was in that drink screwed us over."

"I didn't drink," she responded, shaking her head. She had never accepted a drink from Lydia. She only thing she had was water from the sink.

Scott furrowed his eyebrows. "What?"

"I don't drink, Scott, so I didn't have a drink," she reminded him, and she watched the realization dawn on him. She licked her lips gently and looked down at her lap. "Everything that I hallucinated, it was all me."

"Maybe it was in the water too, or something," he offered, but he didn't sound very confident at all in his answer.

She sighed, turning back to look out the window. She wished it would rain. It would make the whole moment more dramatic, and she liked the rain. "Scott, I'm broken, and I'm crazy."

"You're not broken, and not going crazy," he said firmly as they pulled into her driveway. That, he seemed certain of, but she definitely wasn't.

She was imagining things at parties, and she did have crazy mood swings. Everything that was said about her in her 'dream' was true. She was horrible. "How can you be sure?"

"Look at me," he insisted, and she finally turned to look him in the face. "You're not crazy. If there are werewolves and Kanimas and all of this crap, then you imagining a couple of things at a party is nothing."

"And if it is?" she asked.

"Then, it is. And we'll deal with it. Together," he told her, and he reached over the console and grabbed her hand. She knew he had something else to say, but he was hesitant. "You know what you said to Isaac the other night? About how there's nothing he could do to you that you haven't wanted to do to yourself?"

She brought a hand to her face and shook her head in embarrassment. "Oh, God. I don't know why I said that."

"You know I'm here for you, all the time," he assured her, and she stopped being mortified for a moment to appreciate him. He was really serious about what he was saying. "I don't care what I'm doing. If you need to talk, all you have to do is call."

"Thanks, Scott, but I'm fine, really," she insisted, though she really wasn't. She knew that he could see that she was lying.

"I wouldn't know what to do if anything happened to you," he muttered, and her breath hitched in her throat for a moment as they just stared at each other.

She swallowed and broke the eye contact, pulling her hand away and climbing out of the car. Before she closed the door behind her, she muttered, "Goodnight, Scott."