Alexia was definitely tired, she wished she wouldn't get sleepy, because of everything she saw, but that just wasn't her. Deep down, most nights she forced herself to sleep so she could forget everything else.

She started sliding off the table, her head now buried in her arms, until she finally closed her eyes.

French wasn't really important anyway, she had three months to learn it during the Summer, besides Morrell wasn't exactly the person she wanted to listen to at the moment, or see. Stiles had told Alexia that she had been the one creating the mountain ash seal around them at the vault, she wanted them to get hurt - so how good of a person could Morrell be?

Alexia left time and space when she stopped hearing Morrell's voice, and raised her head from her arms. She wasn't in school either, she was sitting down against a tree.

She recognized the place, it was the hood behind the Lacrosse field. Alexia stood up, wiping out the dirt from her clothes, and looking around.

"Hello?"

Alexia started walking throught the dark hoods, she wasn't sure what she was doing there or why, until she noticed the tree ahead of her; a man tied to it.

"Oh my god," She gasped, running to the man, "I'm gonna get you out of here."

She tried to untie him, tried to save him.

"Alexia," The man looked up for the first time, and Lexi covered her mouth when she noticed the cut on his throath, "you can't save me. You can't save anyone."

"Alexia. Alexia."

Alexia's head snapped up, now wide awake, Ms. Morrell standing in front of her. Everyone looking at her.

"Tu n'as pas dormi la nuit dernière?"

"Sorry." She numbled, looking down, still confused with what she had just seen, more scare than confused actually.

Alexia looked around, realizing everyone was already standing up, the class had ended. She grabbed her stuff and noticed Stiles waiting for her on the doorstep. But when she was walking to him, Morrell stopped her.

"Stay, Ms. Argent."

Lexi glanced at Stiles apologetically, and turned around, approaching her teacher's desk.

She tried to look nicely at the woman, but couldn't. Morrell was the one who tried to get Scott and Derek killed the previous night.

"Do you need some help?" Morrell asked, sounding worried, "Maybe we should meet at the guidance office some time."

Alexia snorted, "Yeah, sure, why not? Maybe then you would explain to me what you were doing in that place last night? Or how about why you tried to get Scott and Derek killed?"

"You're too curious, Ms. Argent." She sighed heavly, "A shame you're not like that towards more important things, like French."

"Je ne suis pas sans défense, Ms. Morrell."

The teacher leaned back against her chair, a grin dancing on her face, a surprised one.

Alexia turned her back, and made her way out of the classroom, letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding until that moment.

"You don't like Morrell." Isaac approached her from behind, "Do you?"

Alexia turned around, smiling widely, "Isaac."

"Hi to you too, beautiful."

She felt herself bluching slightly. She felt thankful towards Isaac, for reminding her that smiling was a thing she should definitely do more often. But then Alexia remembered about the previous night; god, she wished she could just forget about all about it.

"Did you tell anyone that you saw me there?"

"You know I didn't." Isaac replied, his face becoming into a sadder one, "I'm sorry about Erica."

"Yeah," Alexia looked down, "I am too."

"How about we skip the rest of the classes and just go somewhere?"

"I don't think I would be a good company today, Isaac." She confessed, her tired eyes not lying.

The blonde boy reached for Lexi's hand, squeezing it. Isaac leaning in, ready to show her how much he had missed her kisses. He wanted to know if she had missed his too.

Alexia was the one to close the distance.

Isaac had the most adorable eyes, eyes she knew she could fall for, and the cutest smile that could take her breath away. But Alexia didn't fall for him, she wanted to but couldn't.

We can't choose who we like, right? To Alexia it was constantly, consistently, continually, Scott.

"Hey!" Lydia's voice broke them apart, both looking her way, "What is going on between you two?"

"A lot of tongues at the moment," Isaac replied, smiling when he saw Lydia's disgusted face, "why do you ask?"

Alexia chuckled slightly.

"Oh god," The strawberry shook her body, trying to push away the blonde boy's words, "just spare me of the details."

"Don't mind him." Lexi faced her friend, "Is everything ok?"

"Not really." She confessed, "I found a body last night. A man's body. But it wasn't Cora or Boyd, it was something else. It was strangled and his throath slit."

Alexia's mind was taken back to her dream or premonition or whatever it was, and remember the man with a throat slit as well. What if it was the same one?

"Was he... tied to a tree?"

Lydia frowned at her friend's question, "What? No. Why do you ask? Was another body found like that?"

"No! I mean," Alexia sighed, "I don't think so. But... why?"

"I think that's something only Stiles and Scott will be able to answer you, they went to the morgue with Scott's mom." Lydia explained, "I didn't, as you can imagine. But... one of the victims... it was Stiles' friend, Heather."

"Oh no, my god." Alexia gasped, and added after, "How did you even find the body?"

"Ah..." Lydia hesitated, "One of those moments."

There were only a couple of moments where Alexia could actually feel like a normal teenager, even sleeping she didn't feel like it. That human helpless little girl, somehow, was lost when Alexia Argent stepped in Beacon Hills, even tho she still felt helpless most of them time.

Next class was as hard not to sleep through as France had been. But this time she had Isaac to poke her arm everytime she was about to close her eyes, which was nice.

"Will you go to practice?" Isaac called her attention.

"Sure but I've gotta do something first."

He nodded, he knew she had some things to fix with Stiles and Scott, he also knew she wouldn't. Alexia just wanted to ask them about the deaths, at least that was the plan.

Alexia was the last one to leave the classroom, gathering the courage to go look for Stiles. But when she was about to cross the doorstep, Stiles jumped in front of her.

Both screamed loud.

"Why did you scream?" Stiles asked her, breathless.

Alexia faced him, annoyed, "You just jumped in front of me!"

"Whatever you say." He rolled his eyes, pushing her slightly back into the room, and closing the door behind him, "Sit."

She was too tired to fight Stiles, or anyone really, so Alexia did what she was told, sitting down in the first row seat.

"I know Scott lied to you, ok Scott is an idiot, I guess we all know that by now. He does a lot of stupid things." Stiles stated the obvious, adding after, "But, Lexi, you crushed him last night. He's like... this lost puppy-."

"What are you talking about?" Alexia frowned, "What about me? I was the one being lied to."

Scott catch that with his werewolf hearing, his heart skipping a beat. She was right. His hand touched the handle, hesitating, before turning it and opening the door.

"You've got to be kidding me." Alexia rolled her eyes, getting up, and ready to abandon those two.

"No, no." Stiles grabbed her by the arm, pushing her back on her previous seat.

"Can we talk, please, Lexi?" Scott pleaded, approaching her.

"I don't think I have an option here."

The werewolf sat down next to her, the words soon leaving his mouth. He was repeating what she already knew.

"I'm sorry for lying. About your mother, about Erica."

"It's..." Alexia looked up from her hands, facing him, "I thought you would be the last person to ever lie to me. I thought I could trust you."

"You can." Scott replied right away, trying to make it right.

"I wanna believe you, Scott. But I just can't."

When Alexia got up, she walked to the door, hesitating on her way out. She turned around, and Scott hoped it was for him, but it wasn't.

"I'm sorry about your friend Heather, Stiles."

And with that, she left the classroom, shutting the door on her way out. It felt like the whole school trembled.

She took a deep breath, her heart begging her to go back and just say what she meant with all that all I wanted was you crap she had said the other night, while her head kept telling to keep walking, that maybe that was for the best - to be away from Scott for a while now.

There was no us with them, only Alexia Argent and what she feels. And feelings barely mean anything when unspoken.

Stiles watched as his best friend's eyes glowed a bright yellow. Last time he had seen him like that it had been because of Allison; but it didn't shook him. Anyone half-awake could see how Scott cared about Alexia.

Practice was the worst practice Finnstock had ever seen. And he had seen many bad ones, but nothing quite like that one.

"Pay attention, McCall!" And he turned to the other side of the field, "You too, Argent!"

"But I am paying attention, Coach!" Alexia protested.

"If that is attention than this" Finnstock pointed at Isaac doing push-ups, "is supernatural powers!"

"Don't even joke about that." She muttered to herself, rolling her eyes; she noticed Isaac, who had heard her, laugh, and added, "Shut up, idiot."

When practice ended, Finnstock made sure everyone realized how bad it had been, and that it wasn't to repeat ever again.

"I must say this was the most awful pratice I have ever seen! My eyes hurt! What is wrong with you?!"

"It wasn't that bad." Stiles intervened, "Except for Scott that was focusing on everything but the ball and Alexia who was more pushed around that a person on the middle of 5th Avenue, in New York."

Everyone laughed, everyone except for coach, Alexia and Scott, off course.

"Glad you found it so funny!" Finnstock exclaimed, "Let's see if you find four rounds through the dirty hoods that much funny too!"

"Four?!"

"It's five now! Go!"

Alexia stayed a little behind, she needed the fresh air, to be honest. She was also trying to stay away from werewolves for the day, which wouldn't be a easy task.

When she was about to turn on her third round, Alexia noticed Scott, the twins and Isaac groaning at each other, all changed. She rolled her eyes, trying to ignore them.

But when did she ever managed to ignore problems.

"You stop that, guys!" Alexia shouted, it wasn't a normal sentence, it sounded almost like a order they couldn't say no to, "God, can't you guys behave like normal human beings?" They all raised their eyebrows at her sentence, "Don't even answer that."

Alexia turned her back, ready to go on with her rounds but a scream stopped her from abandoning the spot.

Everyone looked at each other, and soon after followed the agonizing scream, reaching a tree. A woman screaming terrified at something they couldn't see clearly.

Lexi took a step forward first than all the others, noticing the dead man first, his throath slit, just like the other guy Lydia had told her about. Just like Stiles' friend.

It was in that moment that Alexia recognized the man. It was him, the man from her dream, tied to the same tree, she noticed when looking around her.

Isaac tried to take Alexia out of there, but it wasn't until the police came that she moved, freeing herself from Isaac's hands and Scott's attempts. She turned her back on the tragedy and simply walked away.

People kept dying, it was like death season in Beacon Hills. Alexia was the guardian, then wasn't she supposed to guard something? To protect something? People?

Alexia had been warned about that man's death, life trusted her - the Guardian - to stop it, but she didn't. And when bad things happen and you could do something about it, then they happen because of you, isn't that right? Alexia thought so too, so she blamed herself for that.

"That's the fourth body." Lydia spoke up, like she was trying to reach a conclusion; she then faced her friend that was looking down at her own hands while sitting on the edge of the bed, "Alexia, are you even listening?"

"Yes."

"Sure." The strawberry blonde rolled her eyes, her face then becoming serious as she sat down by Alexia, "I know you're hiding something, Lexi."

"What?" Her head snapped up, terrified of Lydia's words.

"Come on, one day you ask me if the body I found was tied to a tree and the next day a body shows up tied to a tree, just like you said." Lydia connected the knots, "What aren't you telling us, Alexia?"

"That was just a coincidence."

"Coincidences don't happen in Beacon Hills." Her friend replied, completely right, "You should at least tell Scott."

"No, ok?!" Alexia stood up, taking a deep breath and adding, "I don't want you to tell anyone, especially not Scott!"

"Why not?" Lydia frowned, confused, "Scott knows how to help, he'll understand, he's-."

"Yeah, I know, Lyds!" She sighed, "But I need to stay away from Scott for a while."

Lydia opened her mouth to ask why, she was very confused at first. But suddenly, it was like a switch was flipped somewhere, and the answer was right in front of her, it always had been - how could she have not noticed it before?

"You like Scott."

"W-What?" Alexia panicked, "No, that's not..."

"It is." Lydia stood up, "That's why you avoided him all summer, that's why you don't wanna talk to him. Oh my-."

"Ok, shut up," She rushed to cover her friend's mouth, "just stop. I get it."

"Does he know? Is that why you aren't talking right now?"

"I'm not talking to Scott because he lied to me, that's all." Alexia replied, not giving too much away, "Whatever it is that I might feel for Scott it's just some stupid crush because of this supernatural problems, it connects people."

"That might what you and Isaac have going on. Not you and Scott." Lydia called her to reason, "Look, I'm your friend, Lexi. I'm supposed to make sure you're aware of what's in front of you."

"I am aware, Lydia."

Alexia turned her back on her friend, walking up to her window. The strawberry blonde girl sighed, approaching the other, putting a hand on Alexia's shoulder, comforting her.

"What is it that you're hiding?"

"If I tell you," Alexia turned around, facing Lydia, "that it means it's real. I really don't want it to be. Because if it is then that man is dead because of me, Lyds."

"I understand." Lydia grabbed Lexi's hand, showing comprehension, "I get this feelings too. I find bodies. It's scary and I fight it too. So, I get it, Lexi."

"I am so scared."

Lydia pulled Alexia for a hug.

They were the proof that if we could look into each other's hearts and heads and understand the unique challenges each of us faces, we would treat each other more gently, with more love, tolerance and care. We just have to try.

That night wasn't easy for Alexia. Another one she wouldn't sleep. She spent the night trying to trigger a premonition or waiting for one. She tried not to fight it, but she was still scared, and maybe that was why she would never be able to get there. Fear scares things away.

"Hey." Allison touched her sister's shoulder, calling her attention.

Alexia jumped slightly, "Hi."

"You got up early. Thought you would wait for me."

"I had some homework to finish so I went to the library first." She finished her lie with a gentle smile, "Is everything ok?"

"Actually, I need your help." Lexi faced her, suspiciously, and Alli added, "Just hear me out."

"Fine."

"Scott and Isaac are having some troubles with the twins."

"Oh no, not that again. Why can't they just stay away from more trouble than the ones we're already in?" Alexia groaned, "It can't that hard, right?"

"We want to play with their motorcycles." Allison explained, already watching her sister roll her eyes, "The only person who knows how to hot-wire is you. We need you, Lexi."

She asked the question she was dying to ask, "How are you even talking to Scott? Two days ago who didn't even want to see him."

"I..."

Alexia sighed, she knew the answer. It was quite obvious that first love is something that stays with you forever, it isn't something anyone can ever compete with. That kind of love never really goes away, with Allison and Scott wouldn't be any different.

"You love him."

Allison couldn't not notice the weird way Lexi those words, a little bit as a question but also with certainty. As if she knew it was true but was waiting for Alli to deny it. But the raiven-haired girl couldn't deny something that was known to everyone.

"Listen, Alexia," Allison grabbed her sister's arms, "I know that for you it's being really hard to forgive Scott, but you should give him a chance. You lie too, we all do. Especially to protect people we care about. Remember how you helped Scott with Gerard?"

"That was different." Alexia shook her head slightly, "I get your side, Alli. You love each other and I bet everything is very beautiful. But I am not you."

She didn't mean to sound so salty or hurt. But that's exactly how she sounded. Lexi quickly regretted her own words, her own out of control emotions.

"I..." Alexia tried again, "I'm sorry, Alli. I'll help."

"As if you could ever say no to help someone."

Allison was right, 'because her sister would do anything to keep the people she love safe, even if it meant she would have to sacrifice her dignity, her pride, herself.

Alexia followed Alli to where Scott and Isaac were with the motorcycles. Scott urged to smile when he saw the girls approaching, his eyes only on one of them - it had been a while since he had spoken with Alexia; and Isaac was just happy to see her again.

Nobody really said anything while Alexia focused on doing the motorcycles' hot-wire, and she appreciated. Once it was done, she stepped back with a smile.

"Thanks, Lexi." Scott told her, and she simply nodded.

Alexia approached Isaac, who was sitting down on the motorcycle now, "Are you sure you know how to drive this?"

"I got this." He smirked.

"Are you absolutely sure?" She tried again, worried.

"Lexi," Isaac grabbed her face with his two hands, making her look him in the eyes, "It's gonna be fine. I got this, ok?"

"Ok. I believe you." Alexia whispered.

The blonde werewolf took the chance and kissed her lips longly.

Scott stood there watching, it was like those horrible scenes on TV we want to look away from but can't. It's painful but still we can't look away. Allison was looking at Scott, telling him something he wasn't paying attention to, and when she noticed, she followed his eyes, now realizing the kiss happening just three feet away.

Alexia turned to them, a little embarrassed, "Well, are we ready to do this?"

"Yeah," Scott shook his head, finally able to look away, "sure. Let's do this."

Alexia and Scott walked into class, side by side. Small motorcycle pieces inside her bad, and