♡ 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ♡
𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯

a heart made of candy rock

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JAMES GARCIA sat before Mr. Harris at the Parent/Teacher conference, listening in about what the teacher had to say about his daughter. "Dallas is an extremely motivated and highly assertive character. Her perseverance and creativity are her finest qualities.. but.."

"But?"

"Dallas seems very headstrong. Which, in most situations, is positive. But in others, it can sometimes land her in detention. Still, her grades and her participation in extra-curriculum is outstanding and she harbours great communication skills with her teammates." He paused.

At home, Dallas sat at her vanity and examined the wound on her head. She swiped some concealer under her eyes and dragged some lipgloss across her lips.

"I just think it would benefit her mental health if she took the backseat sometimes. She doesn't always have to be the best choice or.. the first choice."

She took a glance at herself in the mirror, before noticing the photograph of her mother behind her and frowning. Her eyes welled up with tears as she wiped the makeup away with her sleeve and tears began to fall.

"Stiles?" Coach Finstock studied through his papers as he glanced up at the Sheriff.

"That's right." Noah nodded.

Coach leaned back in his chair. "I thought 'Stiles' was his last name."

Noah gave the man a puzzled look. "His last name is 'Stilinski.'"

Bobby Finstock raised his hand to stop the man from mid-sentence. "You named your kid 'Stiles Stilinski'?"

"No, that's just what he likes to be called."

Bobby murmured away from the man. "Oh. Well, I like to be called 'Cupcake'." he turned to Noah. "What is his first name?"

Noah tapped his finger on the top of Stiles's file. "Wow, that's a form of child abuse," Coach mumbled as he took a look at his file. "I don't... I don't even know how to pronounce that."

"It was his mother's father's name." Sheriff Stilinski recalled.

"Wow.. you must really love your wife."

"Yeah... I did." Noah nodded.

"Oh... So Stiles. Zero ability to focus. Super smart, but never takes advantage of his talents." Coach listed, while at home, Stiles slouched over a police file that he had taken from his father. The file contained the Hale family fire which he studied mercilessly.

"How do you mean?"

"Well, for his final question on his midterm exam, he detailed the entire history of the male circumcision."

"Well, I mean, it does have historical significance, right?"

"I teach economics."

"Ah, crap,"

In the room besides that, Melissa McCall sat with her coat draped over her knee as she scolded her son on his voicemail. "Where the hell are you? Get to the school now." he ended the voicemail and grinned sweetly at the teacher.

"How about we get started?" Mrs. Flemming hummed to which Melissa nodded at. "Lately, Scott's mind has been somewhere else.. as has his body." she stared down at the file before her. "Personally, I think it may have something to do with his home situation.

Melissa shook her head in dismay, almost as if she had taken offense to the statement. "Oh, well, personally, Im not sure what you mean by 'home situation.'"

"Uh, specifically the lack of an authority figure." the teacher explained.

She cocked a brow. "Yeah, I'm the authority figure, so.." she trailed off.

"Sorry, allow me to clarify. I mean the lack of a male authority figure." she watched as the brunette nodded her head to show her understanding.

"Well, trust me, we're much better off without him in the picture."

"Does Scott feel the same way?"

"Yes. I think so. I hope so."

"But he's going through some difficult changes."

Scott McCall sat in the passenger seat of Allison's car, watching the streetlights and trees as they passed by. When the light hit his eyes, they glowed with Sunfire and predatory. Fortunately for him, Allison hadn't noticed.

"He just needs a little extra attention, a guiding hand through this crucial stage of his development."

Chris and Victoria Argent sat before Mr. Harris moments later, smiling as they spoke about their prized daughter.

"Allison Argent." he began. "An incredibly sweet girl - and quick to adjust, despite all the moving around." he watched as the parents shared a knowing look.

"We know it's hard on her, but, it's a necessary evil," Chris announced as the man nodded his head understandably.

"Necessary or not, I'd be prepared for some.." he paused. "How do I put this?"

Chris let out a sharp breath. "Rebelliousness?" he was continued by his wife. "We appreciate the concern, but we have a great relationship with our daughter. Very open and honest."

"I'm happy to hear that." the man grinned along. "And let her know that I hope she's feeling better." she ignored how the red-haired woman's face dropped.

Chris knitted his eyebrows and crossed his buff arms. "Oh, she wasn't in class?"

"Oh, she wasn't in school. I checked with the office."

Allison Argent pulled up to Beacon Hills High as Melissa McCall pushed her way outside while yelling on Scott's voicemail. Chris and Victoria Argent both yelled at her on her voicemail. Before anyone could speak, tens of people started pouring out from the school - yelling and hiding inside their cars. James Garcia was one of those people, shooting Melissa McCall a confused look - which she returned.

Scott stood in the middle of the road, narrowing his eyes as they glowed and his heartbeat quickened. Noah Stilinski searched through the crowd as he heard the animal's footprints circle them. He ran behind a car but it reversed abruptly, pushing the Sheriff to his feet. Noah groaned with pain as James tried to aid the man, but he insisted he didn't need any help. "Im okay."

The Sheriff pulled the gun from his Hollister on his heel and aimed it towards the swift animal. But before he could shoot, Chris Argent had filled its gut with led. The crowd gathered around the animal as they revealed what exactly it was they were running from.

A Mountain Lion.

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The next day in homeroom, Scott slouched in his seat and rolled his brown eyes at his best friend who had a bitter look on his face. "Still not talking to me?" he sighed heavily "Can you at least tell me if you're dad's okay? I mean, it's just a bruise, right? Some soft tissue damage?"

Stiles Stilinski gritted his teeth and inhaled sharply.

"Nothing that big?" Scott dropped his head to his desk. "You know how bad I feel about it, right?" he sighed, unable to withstand the silent treatment. "What if I told you that I'm trying to figure this whole thing out, and.. that I went to Derek for help."

Stiles seethed. "If I was talking to you, I'd say that you're an idiot for trusting him." he sighed. "But obviously, I'm not talking to you." Stiles swiftly turned to his best friend as the anxiety was eating him alive. "What did he say?"

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"

He wants you to tap in your animal side and get angry?" Stiles scoffed in the hallways as the werewolf nodded. "All right, well, correct me if Im wrong, but every time you do that - you try and kill someone."

"I know, that's what he means when he says he doesn't know if he can teach me." he sighed. "I have to be able to control it."

"Well, how's he gonna teach you to do that?"

"I don't know. I don't think he does either."

Stiles tried to speak but was cut off by his name being called from the person he'd expect it least from. "Hey, Stiles!" Dallas caught his attention which Scott raised his eyebrows at. Once she caught up with the two boys, she continued. "I was hoping if I could talk to you.." she glanced at Scott. "Alone?"

Stiles stumbled over his sentences before he replied. "Yeah, yeah... uh, yeah." He widened his eyes to the werewolf who had only just caught the hint.

"Oh, right, yeah. I'll see you later, Stiles."

She chuckled at their awkwardness and held her biology book close to her chest while walking down the halls with the boy. "I wanted to thank you for checking on me the other night.. and to apologise for whatever I said when I was on cloud nine."

Stiles smirked at her. "Oh, like the part where you insisted that your father was like Pablo Escobar?" he taunted before snickering at her as she stopped in the middle of the hall.

"Oh, tell me I didn't say that."

"Oh, you did. A drug lord, as you liked to put it, working with Derek Hale." he mocked innocently as she nudged him with her book. "But no, you didn't say anything bad. You could never."

A ghost of a smile spread across her face as he cleared his throat. "Anyway, you uh, mentioned about how you worried for Scott, Danny and I, so uh, thanks."

She scrunched up her nose. "Oh, I said that? Damn, I really spent all these years acting stone cold for nothing."

He matched her satire and cocked a brow. "Yeah. You really slipped up on that one." Surprisingly, she was easy to talk to. This had been the full real, face-to-face conversation they had shared in years and Stiles had enjoyed every moment of it.

"Shoot, I gotta go. Im being summoned by the ginger devil." she winced as her phone began lit up with Lydia's name. "I'll talk to you later, sometime, yeah?"

"Yeah, yeah, sure.. whenever." Stiles scratched his head awkwardly as the brunette exited his sight. Grinning like a schoolgirl until another student sent him an odd look, which he dropped and swallowed awkwardly before running off to find Scott.

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"The what of who?" Lydia chewed on her salad as Dallas took the seat beside her. "And where have you been, I've dialed you like - eight times."

"Well, I'm here now." she quirked her brow at Allison who held an old book in her hand. "What are talking you guys about?"

"The Beast of Gevaudan." Ally grinned at Dallas who returned it. "Listen, 'a quadruped wolf-like monster, prowling the Auvergne and South Dordogne areas of France during the year 1764 to 1767." she looked up at her friends who shared a puzzled look. "La Bete killed over 100 people, becoming so infamous that King Louis XV sent one of his best hunters to try and kill it."

"Boring." Lydia sang as Dallas tried to cover her uncomfortable look. She had seen something like that.. somewhere.

"Even the church eventually declared the monster a messenger of Satan used to turn Witches against the light." Allison leaned forward to whisper but Lydia still gave her an unamused look.

"Still boring."

The Argent read the words from the page aloud. "Cryptozoologists believe it may have been a subspecies of a hoofed predator, possibly a mesonychid."

"Slipping-into-a-coma bored."

"While others believe it was a powerful sorcerer who could shapeshift into a man-eating monster." The paler brunette hummed as Lydia shook her head in dismay.

"Any of this have anything to do with your family?" the strawberry blonde huffed.

"It is believed that La Bete was finally trapped and killed by renown hunter who claimed his wife and four children were the first to fall prey to the creature." she grinned, looking up from the book with pride. "His name was Argent."

Lydia rolled her eyes as Dallas let out a small 'huh', "So your ancestors killed a big wolf. So what?"

"Not just a big wolf. Take a look at this picture." she held the book up to Dallas and Lydia, the Garcia's eyes widening as she saw a furry, humanoid creature stood on its hind legs - with glowing, red eyes.

She stared intently at the picture as she felt her throat tighten and pulse quicken. "Dallas?" Allison spoke up, noticing her tense behaviour.

"It's a big wolf. See you guys in History." she murmured before grabbing her things and scurrying off. Lydia didn't pay much attention whereas Stiles watched the girl leave, before grabbing the book away from Scott's face.

"I think the book's making it more obvious." he turned his head to Allison who was now alone with Lydia. "Besides, she's reading anyway."

Scott continued to hide from the Argent as he peeked over the pages. "What did Dallas want from you, anyway?"

Stiles fumbled with his hands. "Oh, you know, confessing her love that shes had for me since birth." he glanced up at Scott's patient face. "Fine, she wanted to thank me for checking on her. Don't kill my buzz like that."

The Stilinski stared down at his watch and pulled the boy up from their seats. "Come on, part one of my plan is now in motion."

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The duo reached the empty lacrosse field as Stiles slammed his backpack on the bench, pulling out a black wristband. "Okay, put this on."

"Is this one of the heart rate monitors for the track team?" Scott examined the heart monitor while his brows furrowed.

"Yeah, I borrowed it." Stiles grinned as his best friend narrowed his eyes.

"You stole it."

The Stilinski rolled his own brown eyes. "Temporarily misappropriated." the boy began. "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."

Scott then glanced down at the phone tucked away in his bag. "Isn't that Coach's phone?"

"That, I stole." the human shrugged.

"Why?"

"All right, well, your heart rate goes up when you go wolf, right?" he used his hands to explain. "When you play lacrosse, when you're with Allison, whenever you get angry." he thought for a moment. "Maybe learning to control it is tied to learning your heart rate."

"Like The Incredible Hulk."

The human scrunched up his face. "Kind of like The Incredible Hulk, yeah."

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

Stiles sighed defeated. "Would you shut up and put the strap on?"

Stiles then taped his hands behind his back, ignoring Scott who was spewing out sarcastic replies. "This isn't exactly how I wanted to spend my free period."

"All right. You ready?" The Stilinksi pursed.

Scott pretended to think for a moment. "No."

He stood far away from the boy. "Remember, don't get angry." he picked up Coach's phone and tapped on the heart-monitor app.

"Im starting to think that this was a really bad idea."

Stiles picked up one of the lacrosse balls with his stick and aimed it towards Scott, who grunted in pain when it made contact with his body. His pulse quickened on the device as the boy shot another ball his way. It slammed against the werewolf's jaw, who let out multiple grunts of pain.

"Okay, that one kind of hurt."

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

"Stay calm. Staying calm. Staying totally calm." he murmured as he narrowly dodged another ball. He jumped on the spot. "No balls are flying at my face." he was cut off by another ball hitting him in the jaw again.

Dallas Garcia and Jackson Whittmore passed by the bleachers, the popular boy pulling at her attention as they did. "What the hell are those dorks doing?" he murmured to her, adjusting the strap of his backpack as she stopped and glanced where he was looking.

Stiles was pretty much attacking Scott with the lacrosse balls, smacking them against him with his lacrosse stick. "Huh." she hummed, crossing her arms and standing beside her long time friend. "Maybe it some weird workout or something." she cocked a brow.

"Ow! Son of a bitch!" he hissed, glaring up at Stiles who shrugged.

"You know what? I think my aim is actually improving."

Scott shook his head in dismay. "I wonder why."

"Ah, buh, buh. Don't get angry." he reminded the werewolf, unaware of the two teenagers that watched them both from afar.

A plethora of balls flew his way, causing the boy to drop to his knees and wince out. "Stop. Just wait. Wait, just hold on." he groaned out, letting out a few angered grunts of pain. Stiles noticed his monitor rising - as his heartbeat did too. The beeping became rapid and the human gave him a nervous look.

"Scott?"

Scott McCall broke through the tape that was stitched around his wrists and grasped the grass that grew in front of him. Dallas and Jackson still watched from afar, Jackson more interested than the brunette, though. The werewolf breathed heavily before his heart rate began to slowly decrease. Jackson stood silently - waiting for something otherworldly to happen, but it never did.

"Scott, you started to change." Stiles hung over his friend, giving him a supportive pat on the back.

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

"So it is anger, Derek's right."

Dallas rolled her eyes at the boring scene and left the Whittmore alone, mumbling a meek 'see you at lunch.' before leaving.

"I can't be around Allison," Scott mumbled out between pants of breath.

Stiles knitted his eyebrows. "Just because she makes you happy?"

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

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