TWENTY QUESTIONS...MORE OR LESS

"WHAT HAPPENED?" Stiles asked as soon as I parked my bike.

"Hello, Stiles. Good Morning. How are you? I am fine, thank you for asking," I said with a smile, causing the buzz cut boy to sigh in annoyance.

"Sarcasm is my thing, you know," Stiles grumbled.

"I personally think you are losing your touch," I said to him with a shrug.

"Well, everything wasn't rainbows and sunshine these past few days, now, was it? Just tell me what happened," Stiles begged with his puppy eyes.

"Derek explained a few things to me, and he also told me he wasn't the one that bit me," I said to the eager human.

"And you believed him," Stiles asked, incredulously.

"Yeah, Derek's eyes were electric blue," I said, shrugging my shoulders a little.

"You can't just believe everything he says, just because you have a thing for blue eyes," Stiles stated.

"Stiles, I meant his wolf eyes. Remember the yellow ones I showed you the other day? Just like that Derek has electric blue ones. However, the thing that bit me has red eyes. Derek said it's called an Alpha. Remember the girl in the woods? That's Derek's sister, Laura Hale. Derek thinks the Alpha killed his sister for her powers. Apparently, that's how one gains power in the werewolf community. You kill the Alpha to become an Alpha," I explained to the guy clearly. And quickly added, "Also. FYI, Derek's eye color is green, not blue."

Stiles nodded, thoughtfully, and asked, "What else?"

"We made a deal. He will help me with controlling my new powers, and I will help him catch the Alpha," I said, waiting for another question from the question bank.

"I think you are pretty good at controlling your powers. I mean you haven't killed Jackson or me, yet," Stiles said.

"Yeah, yet," I said stressing the word, "Who says I won't snap sometime? Jackson's always testing my patience. I am on the verge of mass homicide every time I deal with that jackass. And also, I am not really in a mood to wake up in the middle of woods every time the Alpha calls for me to join in his little cult meeting at midnights," I finally explained to Stiles, my main reason for the deal.

"You are sleepwalking into the woods?" Stiles, whisper shouted.

"Yeah, it isn't fun. sauntering on the roads in your PJ's," I said. "I have half a mind to wear jeans to the bed every night. And the worst thing about this whole situation is, I don't know what I am doing for the whole time, nor do I know what the Alpha is doing. I mean, what if he is like a really old, sick pervert. Or what if he is making me murder people and making me leave my fingerprints on the scene of the crime."

"Aw! man why didn't you say this to me. I would've chained you to your bed or something," Stiles said, looking at me with pity, immediately adding, "But your mom would probably be weirded out if he sees us through."

To this, I nodded my head in agreement. Even if Scott's mom looks easy-going type, she would definitely go bonkers if she sees her daughter being handcuffed to her bed by the said daughter's childhood best friend. Its gonna be extremely awkward and will take an awful lot of time, trying to explain the situation.

"Are you sure you want to believe this Derek guy? He really gives me creepy vibes with his serial killer looks. And don't get me started on the way he appears out of nowhere," Stiles asked on our way to chemistry class. "I mean, how do you even catch a psychotic Alpha. You do remember he killed a girl to get his powers, right?" he questioned one more time.

"Not to mention he looks like a freaky laboratory wolf that is badly experimented on," I added.

"That too," Stiles said.

"I don't know, man. I just want to be in control of myself. I don't want to be some puppet to a mysterious, and possibly mass-murdering Alpha," I shook my head with a sigh. "Accepting Derek's deal is the only way to get back my semi freaking normal life," I explained, sitting on the empty chair just behind Stiles.

I know my life is nowhere near normal after getting stuck in a fictional universe. I would really appreciate it if I don't have these werewolf powers as a cherry on top.

"Do you guys have a plan on how to catch this homicidal Alpha?" Stiles asked, turning his back to the board to face me.

"Ms. McCall. Mr. Stilinski. Are we disturbing you?" an obnoxious voice interrupted us.

Yes, genius.

"No, Sir," I said, ignoring the snickering Jackson.

"Good. Now, can you tell the class why the Titration is perfomed?" The chemistry teacher, Harris asked, looking at me.

"Um, It's a process to determine the concentration of an unknown solution with the use of a solution of known concentration, and the concentration of unknown solution is determined only by knowing the volume of titrant used," I explained.

Come on. That's like the most basic question. I took a major in Biochemistry, man.

"Correct," he said with a nasty expression, and everyone in the class turned silent. Oh, yes. I forgot Scott kinda bad in academics. Stiles showed me the thumbs-up as soon as Mr. Hariss, turned to write on the board.

The rest of the class went by, and just when everyone decided to leave, Hariss announced there's gonna be a test, the next Monday, on the first 3 chapters they completed. Everyone groaned and cursed, turning on their heels and proceeded to their next class.

"Have you been reading, even with all the mess that's happening in our lives?" Stiles asked, and I nodded my head, not wanting to tell another lie to the cute boy.

"Mess is in my life. You should not worry about this and read for the test," I told the guy.

"How can you say that? We are in this together, remember?" Stiles said, shaking his head a little. I couldn't help but ruffle his hair a bit, at his loyalty.

Sorry, Stiles. I don't know what happened to your real friend.

"By the way, we were talking about how you were going to catch the Alpha," Stiles reminded me as we were on our way to lunch.

"From what I know, he is kind of the leader of the pack, and Derek, I, are its Betas. I mean, Derek was the beta for his sister, and now that the new psycho took the powers from Laura, it automatically made him the Alpha of Derek, I guess," I said, furrowing my eyebrows a bit, "It's kinda confusing."

"Are you sure, Alpha was the one who killed the girl, and not Derek," Stiles asked for the nth time.

"Stiles, how about we take a leap of faith, huh?" I told the annoying being beside me with a sigh.

"You can't take a leap of faith with a serial killer, Scott. You can land in a ditch, dead, for it," Stiles groaned.

I sighed, knowing he wasn't going to let it go. And the only way to shut up Stiles is, by making him sit beside humans. So, I searched around the cafeteria and dragged Stiles along with me to a familiar character, and sweetly smiled down to him, and said, "Hey, Isaac. Would you mind if we sit here?"

"Uhh..err...No," the blue-eyed, blonde said.

"Thank you," I said with a grin and shoved Stiles, indirectly ordering him to sit. And the response I received from the spastic human was a hard glare, knowing full well why I dragged him there instead of our usual reserved loner seat.

"So...do you have a girlfriend?" I tried to start a conversation with the silent kid, and caused him to choke on his food, and cough a little.

"There, there," I said, passing him his bottle, patting his back a little.

The said boy quickly gulped his water, and his red face changed back to normal, making me sigh in relief.

"Are you okay?" I asked him softly, and he nodded his head.

"Maybe that wasn't a good start for communicating," I said to Stiles, who had his eye widened the whole time.

"You think," Stiles said with a light scoff, whispering, "Yesterday you told him he was hot, and today you are interrogating him if he has a girlfriend. You are going to give the poor guy a heart attack."

"Did he think I was going to ask him out?" I questioned Stiles, a little confused.

"Yes," Stiles, whisper shouted.

"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," I started, explaining to Isaac.

"It's alright. It wasn't because of you. Really?" Isaac said, shaking his head like it wasn't a big deal, but his heartbeat was going at all speeds.

I should ask Derek how to read heartbeats and how to identify the difference between chemosignals.

"Are you sure?" I asked the blonde guy once again.

"Yeah, definitely," he said, sipping his water.

"Okay, then. Let me introduce myself properly. I am Li- Scott. Scott McCall," I said, extending my hand, fumbling over my identity.

"Isaac Lahey," The blonde guy said, shaking my outstretched hand.

"It's nice to meet you officially, Isaac," I said to him, smiling a little, "And this glutton beside me with absolutely no manners, ,nor an off button for the mouth is Stiles Stilinski," I said, gesturing to Stiles, who was busy, shoving food into his mouth.

Stiles glared at me and just gave a nod to Issac, for which the blue-eyed boy nodded in return.

"Stiles is just pissed at me. Don't take it to your heart," I told Issac, shrugging my shoulders nonchalantly, at Stiles's stoic behavior.

"So...are you playing the game this Saturday?" I asked the Lahey kid, trying to appease my lycanthrope appetite, with the help of school lunch, meanwhile.

"I...I mostly stay in the stands. If anyone gets injured, I will take their place," Isaac explained softly into the loud cafeteria, but thanks to my werewolf ears I heard it perfectly.

"Ha," I made a sound of agreement. "Good. Stiles could really use an ear to talk to."

"What happened to your fingernails?" I questioned the guy, inspecting the dried blood on the bruised fingers.

"It isn't anything," he said, hiding them quickly under his long sleeves. "I was just injured the other day during the practice."

I just nodded my head stiffly, when I heard his erratic heartbeat.

"Hey, do you know if we have any classes together?" I changed the topic.

"Chemistry, Government and English," Lahey said, gulping down his food.

"Really? I should really pay more attention in classes," I murmured.

As soon as the lunch ended, Isaac scampered away from us.

It looks like I really scared the poor guy.

"Do you really like this guy?" Stiles questioned as soon as we were free.

"Who? Isaac?" I asked, confused.

"Yeah," I said, shrugging a bit.

" When you say like, as in you want to marry him and have his babies..."

"No," I cut Stiles off quickly. "Oh, god. Stiles. Like as in he looks like a wounded puppy that I want to adopt."

"I don't think a wolf should use dog references," Stiles, quickly inputted.

"I work in a veterinary clinic," was my response.

"Come on. We are gonna be late for Math," I said, dragging the human along.

That evening, I went to the clinic just on time. The cats and dogs are already used to my scent and were totally calm.

"Hey, doc, can I ask you something?" I said hesitantly.

"Sure," he said, wrapping the leg of a wounded German Shepherd.

"Since you are a Druid, do you believe in the concept of reincarnation or transmigration of souls?"

He just looked at me for a moment. That's when I realized I wasn't asking anything and just questioned it in my head.

"How do you always stay calm?" I asked, quickly, instead. And Deaton raised his eyebrow at that.

"It's just the kid at school is getting on nerves, and I am trying not to lash out at him, but sometimes it's getting difficult," I said, but the veterinarian gave me a look of understanding. He is probably thinking I was talking about my new found werewolf temperamental issues.

"A person usually deals with anger by either hurting others or themselves. It can be physical, and sometimes mental. People generally go for the first option as they are afraid of getting hurt. It's a human instinct. But if they believe they can endure the pain and heal themselves, then I would advise them to go for the latter option. That makes them brave in my opinion," The doctor said, with a knowing look on his face.

"Thanks, Doc," I said. The moment reminded me of the memory where my dad and I were having a good time, laughing, making plans where we should go for the weekend. Now, after the death of my mother, all I see is a cold shell of a person. I forgot when was the last time he told me he loved me, and he was proud of me. My mom took our happiness along with her, and every attempt I made to gain it back failed miserably. It was like watching a car wreck over and over again.

"Are you okay, Scott?" he asked bringing me back from my pitiful life.

"Yeah, just thinking how good of a counselor and therapist you could be," I said with a smile on your face. "You can really pull off the emissary thing, without a glitch."

He stared at me for a minute and smiled. A genuine smile.

"Come on, I am almost done with this little guy, here," Deaton said, gesturing to the almost wrapped up leg of the dog. "How about you feed the cats, and we can be off for the day?"

"You got it, Boss," I mock-saluted him and walked into the storeroom to do the last task for the day.

When I went home that night, Derek was already there, waiting in my room.

"You are taking the serial killer vibe thing to a whole new level," I grumbled, throwing down my bag in the corner of the room. I dived into the bed and closed my eyes, moaning at how comfortable the bed was.

"I wanted to talk to you about the game on Saturday night," Derek said.

"What about it?" I asked with my eyes still closed.

"I don't know if you noticed it yet, but the anger is what triggers the shift," Derek said, "Are you sure you can stay calm with Jackson around?"

"Are you worried about me outing the secret in front of the humans of Beacon hills, or are you worried about me?" I couldn't help but question him. "Never mind, I know you are worried about the former one. Seriously though, I can handle myself."

Derek still didn't look convinced.

"Seriously, Derek. I just learned the epic lesson about anger and pain. I won't hurt anyone when I can hurt and heal myself," I reassured the Hale wolf. He looked at me for a moment and nodded his head, officially backing off.

"Any new about our mysterious cult leader?" I asked, just out of curiosity to know whether there were any changes in the plot.

"No," was Derek's simple reply.

How can I tell him it is Peter without raising any suspicions?

"You are either miserable at the job, or, the guy knows you well and is playing you," I said.

"Or maybe I am not looking in the right place," Derek retorted.

"Miserable."

Derek rolled his eyes at me and turned on his heel to leave when I decided to stop him. "Wait! Explain to me how to read the heartbeats of a person and how to differentiate between scents...please."

"Why should I?" Derek said snootily.

"Oh, I don't know maybe because, I am keeping my head on the line for your sake by going against the big bad Alpha," I said.

"After the game," Derek said and jumped out of the window.