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Chapter Twenty-One
🦎 Party Guessed 🦎

Wren's car glides to a stop at a curb underneath the glow of a streetlight, "So, about that incredibly bad idea I had..." Matt trailed off and Wren raised her eyebrows. You mean, the kiss?" She asked and he nodded awkwardly, "Yeah, that's the one..." He said and she shook her head.

"Don't worry about it." She said and he raised her eyebrows, "For real?" He asked and she nodded. "Yep." She said and he smiled at her and was about to get out but stopped, "Hey, is there something going on with you and Isaac?" He asked and she pursed her lips slightly. "Not really..." She trailed off and he chuckled, "Not really. God, I hate not really's. You never know what to do with not really." He said and she nodded.

"Would you understand if I said it was kinda complicated?" She asked and he shook his head, "Not really. But, I'll try." He said before smiling and her and getting out. Wren thumbs the lock button and settles back with a worried sigh before reaching for the gear shift. She paused slightly when she noticed Matt's bag lying in front of the passenger seat and when she pulled it up by the strap, his digital camera falls into the seat.

She picked up the camera to put it back in the bag. Her thumb accidentally hits a button and the LCD screen brightens. With a smile, she peers over a superb image of a Beacon Hills lacrosse game. Stadium lights arcing out over the players. Wren clicks to the next picture, another brilliant shot. But the next one is a picture of Scott, his eyes glowing making Wren sit up, alarmed. She clicks to another picture of Scott, same thing. And then the next-

A picture of her.

The picture is a candid, obviously taken when she wasn't looking. She clicks to the next, nother one of her. Becoming even more unnerved at the sight of pictures of her that she never even realize he was around for. Yet another picture of her, this one taken during school.

Heart beginning to pound in her ears, she keeps clicking. One photo after another, dozens of them, possibly hundreds. Even pictures from outside her bedroom window. Suddenly knuckled rap against the window making Wren jump, nearly dropping the camera. Matt looks in from the passenger-side with a somewhat disconcerting smile. He mouths "open the window" and points.

Wren hesitates and a metal thunk comes from outside as Matt tries the door handle. He points again, still smiling. Finally, Wren hits the window button, lowering it. "Forgot my bag." He said and Wren nodded, "Yeah." She whispered.

She kept her finger on the window button as Matt reaches in, scooping his camera into his bag. Hands wrapped around the strap, he doesn't pull out his arm just yet. "Some good pics in there, you think?" He asked and she nodded and smiled, "Yeah, the lacrosse ones are really good. You're really talented. I- I was really impressed..."

"There's a good candid of you in there, too." He said making her raise her eyebrows nervously, "Really?" She asked and he nodded. "I mean, this-this tiny little screen doesn't really do it justice. But, uh, I could show you some on my computer." He said and she took a deep breath and gave him a fake smile.

"Maybe another night." She said and he shrugged slightly, "Well, just for a few minutes?" He said and she shook her head. "It's getting late..." She said and he raised, "It's the weekend." He said and she nodded. "I know, but I- You know, I-" She stuttered anxiously, "And, it's spring break. I mean, you don't have anything going on tomorrow... do you?" He asked.

"It's just, you know, after everything that happened with my sister, or mom doesnt really want us out late. And Lydia's birthday is coming up in a couple days so I have to help her plan everything. So, I- I really should get going." She rambled and he raised his eyebrows, "You sure?" He asked and she nodded.

"I'm sure." She said and he shrugged and nodded, "Okay." He said before pulling his arm out and she instantly drove off.

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Wren walked into her room and instantly walked over to her window, making sure it was locked and closing the curtain. She took a deep breath before turning around, almost screaming when she saw Isaac leaning up against the wall. She sighed softly, looking away from him as she walked over to her closet.

"Isaac, I'm sorry but I'm really not in the mood right now." She said as she pulled out some pajamas and he furrowed his brows, "Why is your heart racing so much?" He asked. "Because you scared the crap out of me." She said and he shook his head, "That's not it." He asked as he gently grabbed her arm making her turn to him.

He instantly noticed her glossy eyes making him look at her worriedly, "What happened?" He asked. She bit her lip slightly, not looking at him for a moment before sighing. "Matt's been taking pictures of me..." She said and he raised his eyebrows, "What kind of pictures?" He asked and she took a deep breath.

"Pictures of me at lacrosse games, in halls, in classes... outside my window..." She said making his eyes widen as she shook her head fearfully, "He's been watching me outside my window and I've had no idea. I- I don't know what he's seen, or other pictures he has." She said quickly. Isaac gently grabbed her face making her look at him, "Breathe." He said and she took a deep breath as he gently wiped away from tears that started falling down her face.

"I want to go to the police but Stilinski got fired and I don't know if they'd do anything with out visual proof. I don't know if they'd just take my word for it." She said, a little more calm than before. "I'll do something if you want me to." He said and she rolled her eyes, "Beating the shit out of him isn't gonna do anything besides get you, an ex-fugitive, an assault charge." She said and he sighed.

"What do you want it do then?" He asked and she shrugged, "I don't even know what to think right now. I'm just- I'm just scared." She said and he stared at her for a moment before pulling her to him. He wrapped his arms around her shoulder making her wrap her arms around his torso, leaning her head on his chest.

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The door to Allison's room swings open to reveal an unusually perky Lydia raising two handfuls of bags from Macy's with a horrified Wren behind her. "Clear your schedule- this could take a while." Lydia said, she brushes past Allison and drops the bags full of clothes on the bed while Allison looked at Wren worriedly and Wren smiled at her.

All of them knew about what happened with Matt. Stiles, Scott and Allison had been checking up on her every five to ten minutes, Stiles every two minutes. Lydia had dragged her out shopping, hoping it would distract her. But none of them knew about Isaac staying over the past couple nights.

"How many outfits do you plan on wearing tonight?" Allison asked as Lydia started laying out a bunch of dresses. "It's my birthday! I'm thinking host dress, evening dress, then, mmm... after-hours casual?" While she begins laying out clothes on the bed, Allison gently broaches a worrisome subject. "I noticed that you didn't send out any invites..." Allison says making Wren look at her with wide eyes.

"It's the biggest party of the year, Allison- everyone knows." Lydia says tensely, "I was wondering if maybe this year, things, you know... might be different...?" Allison said, her eyes widened when she noticed Wren giving her silent hand gestures to stop talking. "Why would anything be different?" Lydia asked.

"Just 'cause things have been off lately... Things, and people... Like Jackson." Allison said making Wren do a dramatic hand gesture, trying to get her to stop talking. "What do you care about Jackson?" Lydia asked and Wren sighed, giving up. "Do you know if he's coming tonight?"

"Everyone's coming." Lydia said, her response is oddly sinister. Breaking into a smile again, Lydia models a dress in front of a mirror. "This one's American Rag. Mmm, I love it- for me, not you." Lydia said then walked back over and pulled out two dresses.

"These are Material Girl. They're for you guys." She said as she handed Wren and Allison a dress. A knock comes at the door making the girls turn to see Victoria standing at the threshold. "Mrs. Argent, what do you think of this one?" Lydia asks holding up at dress, "Oh, it's lovely... Allison, uh, can I grab you for a moment to talk? Just the two of us?" She asked.

"Um, can we do it later?"

"Actually, uh, to be honest, sooner would be-would be better..." Victoria said and Lydia glanced back at her, "Party's at ten." Lydia said glancing back at Victoria. "Um, will you be around before then?" Victoria asked and Allison shrugged slightly,  "I think so..." She said and Victoria raised her eyebrows. "You think so?" She asked and Allison sighed, "I don't know."

Victoria gives a nod as Allison returns her attention to Lydia and Wren. Blood at her shoulder, perspiration on her brow, Victoria starts to leave. But then gives a last look back. Allison pulls on a jacket, eliciting a nod of approval from her friends, for once they look like ordinary teenage girls.

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"Oh finally. People are here." Wren said as she ran over to Scott, Stiles and Allison stood in the backyard. "Hey..." Stiles said trailing off a bit as he looked her up and down, "Yeah, yeah. I look know, I look nice. Nobody's here." Wren said and they looked around and there was indeed only like two other people there.

"Well, I mean the party just started. I'm sure more people will come." Stiles said and Scott nodded, "Yeah, maybe it's just early." He said making Wren looked at them with wide eyes. "The party started at ten. It's almost eleven. Nobody's coming because Lydia's turned into the town whackjob." Wren said.

"Well, we have to do something, because we've completely ignored her for the past two weeks." Allison said and Scott shrugged, "She's completely ignore us for the past ten years." Scott said making Wren scoff. "You two weren't even close to being on her radar. And that doesn't matter, you guys have been ignoring her for the past two weeks. I live with her so I can't ignore her." She said.

"We don't owe her a party." Scott said making Wren squint at him before flicking his forehead, "Yeah we kind of do. If it wasn't for us, Peter wouldn't have targeted her and turned her into a nut job. But if that's to hard for you to comprehend, how about the chance to get back to normal?" She asked. "Normal?" Scott asked raising his eyebrows, "She wouldn't be the "town whackjob" if it wasn't for us." Allison said and Scott sighed. "I guess I could use my co-captain status to get the lacrosse team here..." Scott said nodding.

"Yeah, I also know some people who can get this thing going. Like, really going." Stiles said making them all look at him weird, "Who?" Allison asked. "I met them the other night... Let's just say, they know how to party." Stiles asked and Wren furrowed her brows slightly.

"Are you talking about the drag queens?" She asked and he shrugged, "Maybe." He said and she just looked at him confused. "When did you even get their numbers?"

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The only ones not having fun appear to be Wren, Stiles, Scott and a distant Allison who can't help glancing at them from across the pool. Eyes on the rising moon, Scott takes a deep, meditative breath while Stiles sips from a cup of Lydia's punch. "Are you gonna apologize to Allison or what?" Wren asked making Scott look at her confused.

"Why should I apologize?"

"Because you're the guy! It's, like, what we do." Stiles said making Wren chuckle, "But I didn't do anything wrong." Scott said making Stiles scoff. "Then you should definitely apologize. See, any time a guy thinks he hasn't done anything wrong, it means he's definitely done something wrong." Stiles said and Scott shrugged.

"I'm not apologizing." Scott said petulantly making Wren raise her eyebrows at him, "I'm gonna assume that's the full moon talking. Last I checked, Love Sick McCall would apologize almost immediately." She said.

"Probably." Scott sighed, "Why do you guys care, anyway?" He asked. "Because, Scott, something's gotta go right, here! I mean, we're getting our asses royally kicked, if you haven't noticed. People are dying, I got my dad fired, you're gonna be held back in school, Wren has a stalker and her sister is a nut job, and if, on top of that, I gotta watch you lose Allison over a small argument, I'm gonna stab myself in the face." He said and Scott's eyes widen

"Don't stab yourself in the face." He said as he stood up, "Why not?" Stiles asked. "Because Jackson's here." Scott said making Stiles and Wren whip their gaze back to the main house to see Jackson calmly entering the party alone, eyeing the crowd with a look of pure malevolence. A tray of drinks rises toward him and he peers from it to a smiling Lydia, who seems oddly back to her old, confident self, "Glad you could make it."

Watching from across the pool, Scott, Stiles and Wren hold still, waiting for the worst. But Jackson simply plucks one of the drinks from the tray and takes a sip.

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Lydia whirls through the crowd, smiling brilliantly while a strange, bacchanalian atmosphere descends over the party. People dancing close, couples making out. Everyone drinking now, Lydia hands a cup to someone who hasn't tried the punch-

Matt.

Raising the plastic cup to his lips, he pauses, finding Wren. Catching his eye, Wren's eyes widen before she slips behind a group of people, disappearing from view as fast as she can. Disappointed, Matt tosses the full drink into the trash and moves into the crowd.

She was about to run inside to hide away but ended up almost running into him, "Shit." She muttered under her breath. "Hey... Can we talk?" Matt asked and she sucked in a deep breath through her teeth, "You know I wish I could but I gotta get back to helping my sister with the party." Wren said and went to move but he stood in front of her making her sigh. "If I say yes would you leave me alone?" She asked and he nodded, "Fine."

She walked inside and he followed her up the stairs until they were in one of the guest rooms. He went to shut the door but she stop him, "Door stays open. You got two minutes." She said and he nodded.

"Okay...Uh, right. So, I know I took some pictures of you that I should've told you about... But, is it really that bad that-that I think you're beautiful, and I think you should be the subject of a perfect photograph?" He asked making her scoff. "I don't even know how you were able to take some those pictures." She said and he shrugged slightly

"Telephoto lens. I mean, come on Wre - photographers call them "candids." He said making her hum and nodded, "And police would call taking unknown "candid" pictures outside someone's window, stalking." She said and he scoffed and looked at her crazy.

"Stalking? So, I'm- I'm a stalker now, that's-is that it? You- you think my bedroom is wallpapered with your photos? You think I'm the kind of guy that's gonna say something, like, 'Well, if I can't have you, no one can'' He said and she just raised her eyebrows and folded her arms giving him a bored expression. "Well, you know what? Get over yourself, because there's another pretty girl walking through the room every five minutes." He said and she chuckled.

"Good, all you have to do is wait for another three. Don't waste your breath." She said and walked around him to walk away. He grabs her arm and she whipped around, pressing her thumb down on his presser point before kicking kicking the back of his knees.

"What is the matter with you?" He groaned making her look at him crazy. "Me? What's the matter with you? Don't grab a girl like you creep!" She said and then walked away.

She walked down the hall, aiming to go to her room but she slowed to a stop when she saw an older woman walk out of the crowd. She furrowed her brows slightly before following the woman down the hall. "Uh- hello? Who are you?" Wren asked and the woman suddenly stopped, "Hello? I think you might be a little old for this party. Or did you come with the drag queens?" Wren asked.

The woman slowly turned around and Wren finished slightly. The woman's eyes were clouded over, her cheeks sunken in and her skin was pale while the shadows where deep. "Am I going crazy?" Wren whispered to herself.

"Wren!" A familiar make voice yelled as they grabbed her shoulders making her look over to see Peter making her gasp in fear. "Wren" He yelled again but his voice changed making Wren furrow her brows, "Snap out of it!"

Wren gasped slightly as Scott shook her shoulders, snapping her out of the trance she was in. "Wha-" She mumbled as she glanced around confused, the hall was empty beside her and Scott. Not a single sign of the women or Peter. "What happened? What's going on?" She asked and he sighed and shook his head, "I don't know but we need to find the others." He said and she nodded.

Eventually they found Stiles slumped against a column by the pool. He won't even look at Scott who tries to force a bottle of water on him. "Drink the water. Stiles, drink it. Something's happening and I need you to sober up right now. Stiles, come on." Scott said before a girl named Danielle, who has been smart enough to stick with soda, approaches.

"What do you think you're doing? You want to sober him up fast? That's not the way to do it." She said and Wren raised her eyebrows, "You can do better?" She asked. "I can do best." Danielle said before grabbing Stiles, pulls him to his knees and dunks his head right into the pool. She yanks him up, wide-eyed and spitting chlorinated water.

"How do you feel?" She asked and he took a deep breath, "Like I might have to revisit my policy on hitting a girl." Stiles said and Danielle looked back at Scott and Wren. "He's sober." She said and Wren smiled at her, "Thank you. I'm gonna have to  remember that one."

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In the drunken crowd, someone screams.