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God, I'm trying to get through all these, because I really want to write the episode 'Night School'. It's my favorite in Season One.

Question of the Chapter: What's your favorite season one episode?

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The next morning I sat in the desk to the right of Stiles in our first class of the day. I had drove to school that morning and actually managed to beat the bell this time. Scott had not yet arrived, so I took that moment to talk to Stiles before the teen wolf got there.

"Hey, how's your dad?" I asked, getting right into it since I knew Scott would be there soon enough. He spun to look at me, a small smile on his face. He looked tired and sad, and I didn't blame him at all.

"He's doing okay. The doctors say that he'll make a full recovery."

"That's great," I grinned widely. He only nodded along with what I said. Sighing heavily, I looked him right in the eyes. "You know it wasn't his fault, right?"

Stiles had let his head fall back, frustrated from having to hear the same line for the umpteenth time. "The mountain lion was there because of the alpha, and the alpha was there because of Scott. It may have been indirect, but he is partially responsible."

I shook my head at the boy's flawed logic. He had been at the emergency room with his father most of the night, so he was clearly tired. Maybe he just wasn't thinking straight. Scott's his best friend, he wouldn't be mad at him for long.

Hopefully.

"Well, Stiles, then you've got to look at it this way; he's alive and there's no permanent damage. Not everyone is that lucky."

Before Stiles could respond, Scott walked into the classroom, causing his mouth to clamp shut and his eyes to focus on the blackboard at the head of the classroom.

Scott walked down the aisle, planting himself in the seat directly behind Stiles. He turned to look at me, maybe in an attempt to feel out the situation. I shook my head a little, glancing at Stiles. They both needed to man up and talk it out.

The boy leaned forward, talking quietly to his friend.
"Still not talking to me?" He sighed. "Can you at least tell me if your dad's okay? I mean, it's just a bruise, right? Some soft tissue damage? Nothing that big?"

Stiles remained silent, his lips firmly pressed closed as he played with the pencil in his hand. I could see his jaw repeatedly clenching in frustration.

Maybe this wasn't going to be an easy fix; Stiles looked pretty pissed off.

"You know I feel really bad about it, right?"
Since his current method of persuasion was failing, Scott decided to try out a different path.
"Okay. What if I told you that I'm trying to figure this whole thing out, and . . . that I went to Derek for help?"

Stiles looked to me, asking for confirmation, and I just shrugged. Unfortunately, Scott hadn't let me in on anything, so I was just as surprised. The boy sighed, still not turning.
"If I was talking to you, I'd say you're an idiot for trusting him. But obviously I'm not talking to you." He clacked his tongue, looking down at his textbook.

I dropped the pen I was holding and looking at both of them in turn. "Seriously? Both of you need to grow up. Stiles, I'm sorry about what happened to your dad, I really am, but can't you see he's trying to apologize? And Scott, you need to take a breath, okay? Stiles's dad got hurt, he's allowed to be annoyed." I sighed lightly, "Now, you both need to swallow your pride and talk, because I don't want my throat ripped out by an Alpha wolf. Neither of you can keep trying to deal with every problem simultaneously on your own. It won't work."

I picked my pen back up, tapping it against my book rapidly in anxiousness. I lifted my head to see both boys looking at me wide-eyed. I dropped my shoulders, hunching over a bit at having both of their gazes focussed on me.

The bell rung and both boys turned to their books. But I've known these boys basically my whole life, and I knew the silence wouldn't last long. Especially after Scott mentioning Derek.

5 . . . 4 . . . 3 . . . 2 . . .

"What did he say"?
Ooh, Stilinski broke first this time. Usually it's Scott. Change is always nice, I guess.

For the rest of the lesson, Scott retold in detail everything that we had not been present to witness. He told us about how Derek had attacked him in a car park, the older Beta claiming he was training him. I was so worried that he was going to end up hurting Scott in his so-called 'training' sessions.

Derek had also smashed Scott's phone and told him to stay away from Allison.
Which, obviously, he wasn't doing, because he got me and Stiles to cover for him if anyone ever asked.

And then last night, Derek broke into Scott's room and confronted him. Apparently, The Alpha had drawn a spiral on the window of Scott's mum's car, and this freaked Derek out majorly. But what did it mean?

On the way out of class, we continued discussing our current supernatural problem. I wish dealing with the supernatural was as easy as they made it to appear in the TV shows.

"He wants you to tap into your animal side and get angry?" Stiles asked bewildered.

Scott nodded, pulling his backpack straps tighter. "Yeah."

"All right, well, correct me if I'm wrong, but every time you do that you try to kill someone, and that someone's usually me or Riley."
I nodded my head in agreement, pulling out my phone as it beeped with a text.

"I know," Scott blurted out, sounding stressed, but he looked happy to see that Stiles was finally talking to him. "That's what he means when he says he doesn't know if he can teach me. I have to be able to control it."

I scrolled through my messages, still paying attention, "Does he have any idea on how he's going to teach you that?"

"I don't know." The boy shrugged. "I don't think he does either."

Stiles shook his head, "Okay. When are you seeing him again?"

"He just told me not to talk about it."

"Too late for that," I muttered beneath my breath, only loud enough so that I could hear myself.

"Just act normal and get through the day."

The short-haired boy hit his friend on the arm lightly, "When?"

"He's picking me up at the animal clinic after work," Scott sighed.

"After work. All right, well, that gives me to the end of the school day then."

"To do what?"

"To teach you myself."

I laughed, looking up from my phone. "Well, this is bound to end well. Get me when you have a plan. Allison's invited me to eat lunch with them, so I'm going to the cafeteria."

Scott gave me an annoyed look.
"What? Just cause you aren't allowed to be around her, doesn't mean that I can't," I said, avoiding his eyes.

Stiles scratched the back of his head awkwardly, "Will, uh, will Lydia be there?"

I almost huffed at his question. "Goodbye, boys."

And before either could argue or ask me more questions, I was already walking away.

When I reached Allison's table in the cafeteria, I arrived in the middle of what seemed to be a somewhat morbid conversation. "Who killed over one hundred people?"

The strawberry blonde who sat with her stared at me as I sat down beside her. Only because there were none others free. Allison had decided to put her bag on the one beside her.

Lydia rolled her eyes, "A monster or something that she's using in her history project."

"I thought what we were writing about had to be relevant to our own families?"

Allison smiled, looking so innocent and small. I wonder how long that will last? Especially since she's friends with Lydia now.
"I'm getting there, just let me finish. Okay?"

I nodded and held a hand out to gesture that she continue.
"So, it's called 'the Beast of Gevaudan.' A quadruped wolf-like monster, prowling the Auvergne and South Dordogne areas of France during the year 1764 to 1767. La Bete killed over one hundred people, becoming so infamous that King Louis the Fifteenth sent one of his best hunters to try and kill it.'"

To my dismay, I knew exactly which direction this conversation was going in. So, when Lydia claimed what she was saying to be 'boring' I painfully agreed, hoping to throw Allison off of the topic.

Allison just continued to read straight from the book, brushing us off. "'Even the church eventually declared the monster a messenger of Satan.'"

"Hmm. Still boring," I sighed, even though, I was actually highly interested. Unfortunately, if Allison kept digging, she might find out the truth; and I couldn't risk that. My comment also earned me a grin of approval from Lydia, which I was uncertain of how to feel about.

"'Cryptozoologists believe it may have been a subspecies of hoofed predator, possibly a mesonychid.'"

Lydia swung her head back as she ate more food, "Slipping-into-a-coma bored."

"'While others believe it was a powerful sorcerer who could shape-shift into a man-eating monster.'" She whispered at the end a little, trying to make it seem spookier.

My God, this girl just didn't know when to quit.

"Any of this have anything to do with your family?"

The pale girl nodded, "This. 'It is believed that La Bete was finally trapped and killed by a renowned hunter who claimed his wife and four children were the first to fall prey to the creature.' His name was Argent."

"Your ancestors killed a big wolf. So what?"

As Allison and Lydia continued, I looked across the cafeteria to see Scott looking directly at us. He was the worst spy in history. "I gotta go," I told the girls.

"You don't want to hear the rest?" Allison inquired, her eyes looking disappointed. Lydia, on the other hand, looked as if she'd be majorly pissed if she was left alone to talk about Allison's ancestors.

"I'm sure we can talk about it another day. I have to find someone about something."
Scott was the worst spy, and I was the worst liar. I mentally slapped myself for my pathetic excuse of a getaway story.

Allison just smiled, before placing all of her attention onto the strawberry blonde, as I went and sat with my other two friends. Was this how lunch was going to work from now on? Continuously switching tables?
"So, did you come up with a plan yet?"

"I thought we had to get you when we had a plan?" Stiles questioned, throwing what I had said back at me.

I shrugged, "Yeah, well I got bored of listening to Allison talk about her wolf-hunting ancestors."

"Right. Well, I think I have a plan."

Scott peeped out from behind his 'World History' textbook.
Seriously? He's resorted to hiding from Allison? That poor girl.
"Does that mean you don't hate me now?"

"No." Stiles replied bluntly. "But, your crap has infiltrated my life, so now I have to do something about it. Plus, I'm definitely a better Yoda than Derek."

"Okay, yeah, you teach me."

"Yeah," I laughed. "He'll be your Yoda."

"Yeah, you be my Yoda," Scott nodded in Stiles' direction.

Stiles straightened slightly, putting on a voice as he said, "Your Yoda I will be." He and I laughed as Scott just shook his head. "I said it backwards" the boy with the buzzcut explained.

"Yeah, I know."

"All right, you know what? I definitely still hate you." He slammed his book shut and stood up, grabbing Scott's disguise out of his hands. "Uh-huh. Oh, yeah."

As Scott ran off to who-knows-where, I stood beside Stiles. "So, what now, Yoda?"

He gave me a genuine smile, "We get my plan ready."

This was going to be interesting.

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"Now . . . Put this on."

The three of us all had a free period, which we had now devoted to putting Stiles' plan into action. Unfortunately for Scott, it probably wasn't what he was hoping for. We stood on the sidelines of the lacrosse field, pulling equipment out of Stiles' bag.

Scott took the offering out of Stiles' hands. "Isn't this one of the heart rate monitors for the track team?"

"Yeah," I shrugged. "We borrowed it."

"Stole it."

Stiles frowned, "Temporarily misappropriated. Coach uses it to monitor his heart rate with his phone while he jogs, and you're gonna wear it for the rest of the day."

"Isn't that Coach's phone?"

The boy nodded, "That, I stole."

"Now is not the time to pull out your moral compass, Scottie." I picked up Stiles' lacrosse bag, ready to walk to the middle of the field.

"Why?" Scott asked us both.

"All right," Stiles began to explain. "Well, your heart rate goes up when you go wolf, right? When you're playing lacrosse, when you're with Allison, whenever you get angry. Maybe learning to control it is tied to learning to control your heart rate."

The boy's eyes grew wide, "Like The Incredible Hulk."

"Kind of like The Incredible Hulk, yeah," I sighed.

"No, I'm like The Incredible Hulk . . ."

"Head out of the clouds, Scottie. Now, shut up and put it on."
Picking everything up, we headed to the middle of the field.

This was going to be so much fun. For Stiles and I. Not so much for Scott.

The beta stood in the middle of the field, hands tied together with duct tape around his wrists. Stiles and I stood a few meters away, a couple dozen of lacrosse balls lying at our feet.

Stiles scooped up the first ball, pelting it at Scott. The boy groaned as the object made contact with his body. I felt awful for laughing, but to be completely fair he could heal, so whatever.

The boy laughed as he scooped up yet another, throwing it straight at Scott. I looked down to see the boy's heart rate rising slowly, more and more with each lacrosse ball.

"Okay," Scott called after one hit him in the face. "That one kind of hurt."

"Quiet. Remember, you're supposed to be thinking about your heart rate, all right?"

I nodded in agreement, holding my hand out. "Gimme a shot."
Stiles obliged, handing the lacrosse stick over.

Carefully, I scooped up a ball, before pulling it back behind my shoulder. In one swift movement, I swung it forward, sending the ball flying right into Scott's stomach.

"Really, Riley?" He gasped as he doubled over. I shrugged, chucking the stick back to Stiles. I may or may not have been a little bit pissed off still from when he had completely ignored me and Stiles over the past couple of days.
"Son of a bitch!"

Stiles just chuckled, "Nice shot."
He began to throw ball after ball after ball. "You know what? I think my aim is actually improving."

"Wonder why?" The other boy hissed.

"Tsk tsk, no getting angry, Scottie." I picked up the phone, deciding one of us best keep a watchful eye on it.

"I'm not getting angry."

Stiles continued to pelt the balls at Scott. Elbow, shoulder, stomach, face; nowhere was safe. Eventually, after about ten more, Scott had finally had enough. But Stiles didn't stop, throwing another.

And that was the one that caused Scott to go over the edge.

I looked down at the phone, to see that his heart rate had hit '160' on Coach's phone.

One hundred and sixty. That must be his trigger point.

Stiles and I both ran over to Scott as the boy freed himself from the tape as if it weren't layers upon layers thick.

When we got closer his heart rate began to slow down, and he collapsed onto his side.
"Scott, you started to change."

"From anger. But it was more than that. It was like, the angrier I got, the stronger I felt."

"So it is anger, then," I clarified. "Derek's right."

The beta continued to pant in exhaustion. "I can't be around Allison."

"Just because she makes you happy?" Stiles asked.

He shook his head. "No, because she makes me weak."

I groaned, "That's a little too middle-age-warrior type thinking for me, but whatever you say, man."

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Econ.

One of my least favorite subjects.

Mainly because it's boring. Coach made it somewhat interesting, considering that compared to the other teachers he wasn't a complete robot. But the topic itself, was still boring.
"Let's go. Sit, sit, sit, sit. We got a lot to cover today. Let's go. Quicker."

Scott tried to get Stiles to sit in the seat behind him, but Allison beat him to it, bringing a disappointed look to Scott's face.
Stiles moved to the row over, sitting in the seat in front of me instead.

"So, how's plan B coming along?"

Stiles turned around in his seat to face me. "Slowly. Very slowly."

"And have you drawn the line between harm and actually helping him?"

"Not just yet."

I shook my head, laughing quietly.

We both looked over to Scott, who was sinking under pressure. "I just . . . I don't want to bring your grade down."

Allison smiled sweetly at the boy, "Well, I mean, maybe I can bring your grade up. Come to my place tonight. Eight thirty?"

"Tonight?"

"Eight thirty."

I rolled my eyes, knowing Scott was not going to be able to stay away from the girl, just as Coach addressed the class.
"Let's settle down."

Allison turned to look at me, giving a look as if to ask, 'Is he okay?'

I gave a small nod, waving it off, trying to communicate back that he'll be fine. She didn't seem entirely convinced, but she didn't continue to try and get anything out of me either.

"Let's start with a quick summary of last night's reading. Greenberg, put your hand down. Everyone knows you did the reading. How about, uh . . . McCall."

"What?" He asked, sounding dazed.

"The reading."

"Last night's reading?"

Coach shrugged, "How about the reading of 'The Gettysburg Address'?" The whole class laughed somewhat at Coach embarrassing Scott.
"That's sarcasm. You familiar with the term 'sarcasm', McCall?"

"Very," he nodded, turning to send a glance at Stiles and I. Stiles swung his head with a smile in mock appreciation, and I gave him a wink.

"Did you do the reading or not?"

"Um. I think I forgot."

"Nice work, McCall. It's not like you're not averaging a 'D' in this class." He leaned closer so only those around Scott could hear, "Come on, buddy. You know I can't keep you on the team if you have a 'D'."

"I thought that was a requirement," I muttered with a smirk.

Coach snapped up, pointing a finger at me, "The sass is unappreciated, Winters." He turned his attention back to Scott.
"How about you summarize the previous night's reading? No? How about the night before that?"

I leaned forward to look over Stiles' shoulder, peering at Scott's heart rate, which was rising rapidly.

Damn it.

"How about you summarize anything you've ever read in your entire life? No? A blog? How about . . . How about the back of a cereal box? No? How about the adults-only warning from your favorite website you visit every night? Anything?"

Scott remained silent, head leaning against his hand, sinking back into his seat.

"Thank you, McCall, thank you. Thank you, McCall! Thank you for extinguishing any last flicker of hope I have for your generation. You just blew it for everybody. Thanks."

His heart rate reached '159', and I started to panic, running a shaky hand through my hair.

"Next practice, you can start with suicide runs. Unless that's too much reading."

Suddenly, his heart rate just steadied, slowing to a calm of below '130' on the monitor. Stiles turned to look at me, forehead creased in confusion. I mirrored his expression, and we both craned our necks to view Scott; whose hand was held by Allison's behind his back.

I looked at Allison, who was lying on her desk so that Scott could hold onto her.

"All right. Everybody else, settle down," Coach instructed, as I breathed out a sigh of relief.