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The two of us arrived at Lydia's house, where the party was already in full swing. The amount of people and noise, you could practically feel the music vibrating through the ground. We walked up to the door, and knocked on the large slab of wood.

After a few moments, one of our classmates had finally opened the door, and walked away. Stiles held a hand out in front of himself, gesturing for me to enter. I nodded gratefully, doing so, and waiting in the entry way for him to follow.

After shutting the door, we just stood in the foyer, unsure of where to go. I noticed Stiles eyeing a few of his team mates, who he gave curt waves to. "You go and socialize, or whatever, I'm gonna look for Isaac."

"You sure? I can help you look if you like," he offered, grinning as always.

"It's fine, go over to them. I'll manage. Thanks," I replied with a small smile. I then ventured further into the house, searching for the boy with the curls.

The house was massive. Not spiral stair case, marble floors, and chandeliers massive, but suburbs massive. Fancy wood floors, two stories, pool, large rooms; the whole shebang. Not surprising, however, considering that Lydia's parents were loaded.

After ten minutes of searching the whole house, and walking in on at least three make out sessions that were definitely going somewhere - making me glad that I hadn't checked those rooms later – I gave up, figuring that if he were here I would have already found him. Or at least seen him.

I sat at the foot of the stair case, looking out across the house and seeing all my classmates enjoying themselves. I couldn't help but believe that this was something he would do.

Parties made him uncomfortable on their own, let alone, a party with all of his lacrosse team mates and peers. I pulled out my phone and typed out a message to Isaac.

> Hey, babe, where are you?

I patiently waited for a reply, hoping for it to be soon. I watched everyone else dancing, talking, and having a good time, whilst I sat there doing nothing. I mean, I could have gotten a drink or something, but I didn't want to have to talk to people I didn't know.

Clicking the phone to life, I was welcomed with a blank screen. No notifications.

"You okay?" A voice asked. I glanced forward, to see a pair or legs standing before me. My eyes travelled up to their face to discover who was speaking to me.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite lacrosse player," I smiled, standing up and taking the red cup that Stiles was holding out to me.

He frowned, "Are you okay? Why are you over here alone?"

"I'm fine thanks. I just-" I sighed heavily, "I think Isaac changed his mind about the party. He's been really off lately, and I just – I don't know what to do."

"Again?" Stiles' eyebrows rose with his question. I felt nervous as I dropped my head and looked at his feet. Stiles let out a long breath, before swinging an arm around my shoulders.
"It's fine, you can talk to him about it tomorrow. Right now, you're going to pick your head up, smile, and come have a drink with me. Then we're going to dance, and you're going to have fun. Okay?"

I couldn't help but chuckle at Stiles' proposition. Stiles had always been there for me, and always managed to make me smile when I'm down. "Fine, but only because you're giving me no choice."

"Sure" He laughed, dragging the word out. He took a sip out of his cup, his eyes remaining on me the entire time.

"I'm guessing this means that you've gotten no further with Lydia tonight. Let me guess; either she didn't leave Jackson's side, or you were too scared to go and talk to her. Take your pick."

Seeing Lydia across the room, I couldn't help but bring up the topic. He'd been wanting to go out with her forever, but has never done anything about it. If he didn't one day, he was going to end up missing his chance entirely.

I wasn't trying to be invasive in anyway, I just cared too much about him to see him keep getting hurt by his unrequited feeling for the strawberry blonde.

"No, no, no . . . . Well, yeah. She's, uh, she's over with Jackson right now," he murmured. "Might speak to her later. No rush."

I looked him in the eyes, and all I could see was conflict. He looked so unsure, and that confused me more.

What did he have to be confused about?

"Hey, I'm sure it'll work out one day. At least one of us should have a successful relationship, right?"

Stiles shook his head with a sarcastic chuckle, looking down at me. "Yeah, sure. Maybe you and Isaac need to have a more serious talk, you know?"

"We'll see. Anyway, to be able to have a conversation, you've actually got to be able to get into contact with that person."

"I'm sure he has his reasons for not being here," Stiles smiled, trying to help me.

Taking a sip of the drink I was handed, I nodded and muttered, "I'm sure he does." I finished the drink in my hand, which was fairly strong, and began to make another on a table nearby. "If he can't even trust me enough to tell me what's wrong, then where does that leave us?" I sighed.
"How is it that I can help other people, but I can't help myself? I mean, am I not good enough for a good relationship?"

He stood there for a moment, giving me a look as if to ask if I was being serious. "You have to be joking. Riley, you are one of the most amazing people I know, and you deserve someone who will treat you the way you deserve to be treated. So, my answer to that question is, the only way one of your relationships won't work out, is if he's not good enough for you. You aren't putting yourself first. But that's you Riley, you always put others' needs before your own."

I felt my cheeks burning over one thousand degrees and I couldn't look him in the eyes. I wanted to say thank you, but I couldn't say anything, I was still too shocked; so I just hugged him, which he accepted.

Just as he was about to start a different conversation, Scott came stumbling through the room, headed for the front door. With a groan, we separated and placed our cups down on the table.

"Thanks for the talk, but we should probably go. Looks like Scott has had a bit too much to drink."

He nodded and then we were off, following Scott to the front of the house. I called his name repeatedly, but he never answered, just kept pushing his way to the door. I tried to catch up with him, only to be left standing in the drive way as he drove away.

"Damn it, Scott!" I muttered to myself.

"Is he okay?"

Whipping my head around, I was met with Allison standing near me, looking extremely worried.

"I'm sure he's fine. Excuse me." I ran back to the steps of the house, grabbing Stiles by the arm. "Let's go."

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We drove straight to the McCall residence, running through the house, and pounded on the door to Scott's bedroom.

I kept hitting the door, until I heard a faint, 'Go away' from within the room.

"Scott, it's us. Let us in" I shouted.

Stiles opened the door, only for it to be held slightly ajar by Scott on the other side. "Come on, Scott, let us in. I can help."
I had hit him on the arm, and he shouts in shock, "We. We can help."

"No! Listen, you gotta find Allison," Scott said from the other side, his voice sounding muffled and not just from the door.

"She's fine, all right?" Stiles attempted to reassure the boy. "I saw her get a ride from the party."

It's true, we did see her get a ride with someone from the party, shortly after Scott left, and not long before Stiles and I followed.
"He's right Scott, she's totally fine."

"No," Scott mumbled, "I think I know who it is."

"Scott, another time, just let us in. We can try . . ."

Scott had cut me off, "It's Derek. Derek Hale is the werewolf. He's the one that bit me. He's the one that killed the girl in the woods."

Well, isn't that a bit of a curveball?
"Oh, he is so not going to like this," I whispered to Stiles.

"Not going to like what?" Scott growled.

Right, super-human hearing. I needed to read some of Stiles's research.

"Scott," Stiles took the lead to tell him the bad news. "Derek's the one who drove Allison from the party."

The house went silent for a moment, before Stiles attempted to open the door once more, only to have it slam shut and locked before his very eyes.

We both hit and smacked the door, calling Scott's name. After a few seconds, the truth had hit me. "His bedroom window," I whispered to myself.
I looked up at Stiles and grabbed the arm of the hand which was about to hit the door. "He's gone out his bedroom window," I repeated louder.

Stiles cursed under his breath and we both ran out to his Jeep, jumping into the driver and passenger seat. We decided the best course of action, was to tell Allison's parents that she was in danger, considering we had no idea where Scott was actually going.

Parking abruptly, Stiles swung the car door open, and scrambled up to the doors of the Argent home. I followed right behind, getting up to the porch as Stiles began to ring the bell, before knocking on the door many times.

"Come on, come on, come on!" He whined, waiting for someone to answer the front door. After half a minute more of persistent knocking, someone finally pulled the door open.

"Hi, Mrs. Argent" I spat out quickly. I found it only fair that I spoke to Allison's mother, considering I left Stiles to tell Scott about Derek.

"You have no idea who I am. Or who he is," I gestured to Stiles. "We're friends of your daughter's. Look, I'm really sorry, this is gonna sound kind of crazy, well, really crazy, actually. Well, crazy doesn't really begin to describe. . ."

But Mrs. Argent turned away from me, cutting me off.

How rude.

"Allison! It's for you," she called back into the house.

Oh.

I felt my jaw drop. She was at her house the whole time?

And sure enough, when we looked up, we saw Allison standing at the top of her stair case, hands on the banister.

"And the plot thickens," I muttered only loud enough for Stiles to hear.

Mrs. Argent walked away as Allison made her way down the stairs and towards the two of us standing in her doorway. "So, what are you guys doing at my house?"

Stiles went to answer, but just began to stutter under the pressure.

"We saw Scott leave, and we knew he was your ride, so we just wanted to check that you got home alright," I 'explained', saving both of us from an even stranger conversation.

"Oh, well, thanks I guess. Yeah, Scott's friend dropped me off. Thanks for going to all that trouble," she smiled.

Stiles went to say something about Derek, but I nudged his arm. "You're welcome. Sorry about Scott. He hasn't been feeling well recently. I'm sure he'll explain whenever he sees you next."

"I hope so. It was nice to see you again, Riley. You too, Stiles."

"Same to you," I said politely. "Sorry, but we can't stay and chat. Have to go and check on Scott and all that."

We said our goodbyes, and Stiles and I ran off to the Jeep so that we could search for Scott.

"Where could he even be?" I thought aloud.

"I'm thinking that he went to where it all started."

"The woods."

Stiles nodded in confirmation.

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After an hour or two of searching, stopping for breakfast, and then more searching, sure enough, Scott had been travelling the road along one of the outskirts of the woods. Stiles pulled over and I grumbled as I was forced to move to the backseat.

Once we were driving again, Scott told us about what had happened to him the previous night.

"You know what actually worries me the most?"

"If you say Allison, I'm gonna punch you in the head." Stiles stated, nothing in his voice to suggest he was joking.

"She probably hates me now," Scott whined as he rested his head against the window.

"Ugh, really Scott? I doubt she hates you. I'm fairly sure she's crazy about you. However, you may wanna give her some explanation and an amazingly amazing apology. Not the real reason why you left, because then she won't just hate you, she'll think you're nuts." I explained.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, Riley."

Stiles looked over at us both, "Well, maybe you should tell her the truth, Scott. You know, and revel in the awesomeness of the fact that you're a frickin' werewolf."

Scott glared at his bestfriend, and Stiles just nodded and said, "Okay, bad idea."

I grinned and leaned forward in my seat. "Don't worry Scott," I said positively. "We will get through this. We always do."

"Yeah," Stiles agreed. "And come on, if I have to, I'll chain you up myself on full moon nights and feed you live mice." Scott gave a wary glance at the boy as I shook my head.
"I had a boa once. I could do it."

Scott scoffed and we all just laughed.

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I sat on the top steps of the bleachers the next day, head in a book as the boys trained for lacrosse. The wind was lightly running along my skin, decreasing my anxiety over what's happened to Scott.
I was so worried, I could barely think or concentrate on anything.

According to Scott, Allison's father was the hunter who had shot him with a crossbow on the night of the full moon. A freakin' crossbow!

Who were those people?

Half way through the next paragraph, I heard Coach shouting at someone. Scott.
"McCall's gonna do it again! McCall's gonna do it again!"

I looked up, to see him back at the start of the line, preparing to run again. Coach blew the whistle, and he was off, barrelling towards Jackson. Next minute, they were both on the ground, Jackson grabbing at his shoulder, while Scott was on his knees.

Standing up quickly, I had put my book back into my bag, threw it over my shoulder, and ran down to the field. As I made it onto the field, Scott and Stiles were already leaving.

"God, he's wolfing out, isn't he?" I whispered to myself, pushing my hair to the side.

With a sigh, I ran after my two friends, who just so happened to have gone into the boy's locker room. I hesitated for the slightest second, until I heard Scott yelling at Stiles. Cursing and pushing the door open, I stepped into the room.

Looking around, I saw Stiles running away, and Scott on top of the lockers. Thinking quickly, I turned and grabbed the fire extinguisher beside the locker room door.

Without a moment to lose, I called Stiles' name and tossed it over to him. With much difficulty, he managed to turn it on with his lacrosse gloves still on and started spraying Scott straight in the face as he jumped down to attack.

After spraying him for a while, Stiles finally let up on the trigger, and looked to see if Scott was back to normal.

"Stiles? What happened?" Scott moaned.

Throwing his glove to the ground, Stiles skulked back into the room and stood beside me. "You tried to kill me. It's like I told you before," he threw the other glove to the ground, kneeling in front of Scott, who was sitting on one of the benches. "It's the anger, it's your pulse rising. It's a trigger."

"But that's lacrosse," the boy replied. "It's a pretty violent game, if you hadn't noticed."

"Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but it's gonna be a lot more violent if you end up killing someone on the field," I pointed out.

Stiles nodded in agreement, "You can't play Saturday. You are gonna have to get out of the game."

"But I'm first line," Scott said with a shake of his head.

"Sorry, Scottie. Not anymore," I said quietly.

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I had slept well that night, but according to Stiles' recap, Scott did not feel the same way. Apparently Derek had shown up in Scott's room, threatening him about playing the game on Saturday. Scott was very shook up, but I guess you'd expect that if a scary werewolf showed up in your bedroom.

This had all occurred while I was doing homework. School was always making me miss out on the interesting things.

Later on that day, Stiles and I were searching the school for Scott, when we spotted him at his locker. Stiles grasped the boy's arm, pulling him over to a wall to listen in on a conversation between the Sheriff and the principal of the school.

Scott turned toward us both, "Curfew because of the body."

Fair enough, I don't want to end up like her. I would like my legs to remain attached to my body, thank you very much.

"Unbelievable," Stiles complained. "My dad's out looking for a rabid animal, while the jerkoff who actually killed the girl is just hanging out, doing whatever he wants."

I placed a hand on Stiles' shoulder, "We get that, but you can't exactly tell your dad the truth about Derek."

"I can do something."

"Like what?" Scott questioned.

"Like find the other half of the body."

"Are you kidding?"
A second later, Stiles walked away.

"He's not kidding," I muttered as I followed close behind.
Scott stayed at his locker as I walked with Stiles. "How are we supposed to find the other half of a dead body, Stiles? We aren't the police. And to be completely fair, how are we going to find it, if the police can't?" It took me less than a moment to quickly tack on, "No offence to your dad."

"We have the one thing that they don't," he stopped to look me in the eyes. "We have a werewolf."