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Chapter Eight
🐺 Lunatic 🐺

Under the light of an almost full moon, Scott and Wren follows Stiles down a dark path through the woods, "Where are we going?" Scott asked. "You'll see." Stiles said, giving them a completely vague answer. "Cause I really shouldn't be out here. My mom is in a constant state of freak-out from what happened at the school." Scott said and Wren nodded in agreement, "Mine too."

"Well, your moms aren't the Sheriff, okay? There's no comparison, trust me." Stiles said and Wren raised her eyebrows, "Can you at least tell us what we're doing out here?" Wren asked and Stiles turned to them. "When one of your best friends gets dumped-" He started to say but Scott cut him off, "I didn't get dumped. We're taking a break."

"When your best friend gets told by his girlfriend that they're taking a break- you get him drunk." Stiles said, pulling out the bottle of Jack Daniels.

After a while, the once full bottle of Jack is now half empty. No telling how much time has passed, but long enough for Stiles to have gotten completely wasted. The three friends keep warm around a steel trash can with a fire blazing inside. "Dude, she's one girl. There are plenty more girls in the sea." Stiles slurred.

"Fish in the sea." Scott corrected making Stiles look at him confused. "Fish? Why you talking about fish? I'm talking about girls. I love girls. I love 'em. I love especially ones with long brown hair, green eyes, 5'5..." Stiles trailed off making Scott look at him amused.

"Like Wren?" He asked, glancing over at the teen girl who had her ear buds in while she wrote in her journal, sitting against a tree, across from the two of them. "Exactly! How did you know I was talking about... What was I talking about?" Stiles asked then noticed Scott's expression, "You don't look happy. Drink." Stiles said holding up the bottle. "I don't want anymore."

"You're not drunk?"

"I'm not anything." Scott says as he stares into the fire, the glow from the flames flickering over his face. "Maybe it's like not needing your inhaler anymore. Maybe you can't get drunk." Stiles suggested.

"I read that Werewolves don't get drunk." Wren said as she pull her ear buds out, standing up to walk over it them. "Wren! When did you get here?" Stiles gasped with a smiles on his face, "Am I drunk Wren?" He asked and she chuckled and slightly shook her head, "You're wasted." She said making him cheer and hold his hand out for a fist bump and she just shook her head slightly while fist bumping him.

"Come on, dude. I know it feels bad. I know it hurts. I know....Well, I don't know. But I know this-- I know that as much as being broken up hurts, being alone is way worse....That didn't make any sense. I need a drink." Stiles said but then a couple grown men grabbed the bottle.

"Well, look at the three little bitches getting their drink on." One of them, Reddick said making Wren roll her eyes and turn to them. "That was so funny." She said sarcastically then held her hand out, "Can we have it back now?" She said making the man raise his eyebrows at her.

"What was that sweetheart?" He said in a slight flirtatious tone, looking her up and down making her cringe, and Scott slightly growl and stand next to her. "She said give it back." Scott demanded making Wren look over at him slightly confused at the way he was acting. "I think he wants a drink." Unger said making Reddick chuckle.

"I want the bottle."

"Scott, maybe we should just go..." Stiles said, obviously not wanting to get in any trouble, "You brought me here to get me drunk, Stiles. I'm not drunk yet." Scott said and Wren moved to help Stiles up. Uneasy, Reddick challenges him by taking a shot. When he lowers the bottle, he eyes Scott with a satisfied smile. But it fades when Scott finally stands, "Give me the bottle."

Reddick looks to Unger. But his friend is no longer laughing. Something unnerving about Scott's total calm. Then, as Reddick raises the bottle to take another sip Scott steps closer and his eyes change, burning with a sickly yellow glow. "Scott-"

"Give me. The bottle. Of Jack." Scott demanded. Staring into Scott's yellow eyes, Reddick slowly and shakily holds the bottle out. Just a few feet away, Wren noticed Scott's hand, claws extended. His fingers tense as if preparing to swipe at Reddick's jugular.

"Scott!" Wren yelled and then Scott grabs the bottle of Jack out of Reddick's hand and turns, launching it through the air. It smashed against a tree, exploding into a million shards. Wren sighed and grabbed the back of Scott's collar, dragging him and Stiles towards the jeep.

"Please tell me that was because of
the breakup. Or better yet, because
tomorrow's the full moon." Stiles asked as Scott pauses at the Jeep to help Stiles in to the passenger side. Stiles falls back onto the seat, on the verge of passing out, while Wren climbed into the backseat.

"Going home now. Yeah?"

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"It's weird. Everyone's talking about what happened the other night. And nobody knows it was us." Allison said as they all started walking. "Thank you for the protection of minors." Lydia said, "Guys, do you think I made the wrong decision?" Allison asked and Lydia looked her up and down briefly.

"About that jacket with that dress? Absolutely." Lydia said snidely making Wren raise her eyebrows, "I'm pretty sure she's talking about Scott." She said and Lydia scoffed. "Hello? Scott locked us in a classroom and left us for dead. He's lucky we're not pressing charges, or making him pay our therapy bills." Lydia said and Allison looked over at Wren who sighed, "I might be a little biased considering he's my best friend but Scott's a good guy. He wouldn't do anything on purpose to hurt you." She said and Allison sighed.

She was about to say something but all of the sudden Stiles walked past them while grabbing Wren's shoulders and pulling her down the hall. "Where are we going?" Wren asked, "My dad's here and we're going to go talk to him." Stiles answered and Wren slowly nodded.

The second bell rings as Wren and Stiles peers down the hall to find his father, Sheriff Stilinski, step out of the school's administrative offices with two other Deputies. He spots the two teens and holds up a "one minute" finger to the others before walking over to them.
"Don't you guys have a test to get to?"

"What's going on? Did you find Derek
yet?" Stiles asked and Stilinski sighed and shook his head, "We're working on it. Go take your test. Go." Stilinski said but Stiles didn't listen right away. "Dad, listen...This is important. You need to be careful tonight. Especially tonight." Stiles said and Stilinski nodded.

"I'm always careful." He said and Stiles shook his head, "Dad, you've never dealt with this kind of thing before. At least not like this." He said. "I know. Which is why I brought in people who have. State Detectives." He nods back to a group of men in suits talking to school administrators. One of them, looks back to Stiles and Wren with a smile. "No go take your test." Stilinski said and Stiles nodded and grabbed Wren's hand, pulling her to class.

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"You have forty-five minutes to complete the test. Twenty-five percent of your grade can be earned right now by simply putting your full name on the cover." Mr. Harris explains and Wren looked over to see Stiles instantly write his name down making her chuckle quietly.

"However, as happens every year, one of you will inexplicably fail to put your name on the cover and I'll be left yet again questioning my decision to ever become a teacher." He said making Stiles pursed his lips and frown and look over at Wren who looked at him in amusement. "So let's get the disappointment over with. Begin."

Wren opened her test and started answering until suddenly Scott shot up and ran out making Stiles run after him. "Miss. Martin, if you so dare walk out of that door I will give you detention for a week." Harris said making Wren look at him offended.

"I didn't even move!"

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"You smelled jealousy?" Stiles asked as him and Scott walked out of the locker room, "It's like the full moon's turned
everything up to ten." Scott said and Stiles looked at him slightly nervous. "Can you pick up on stuff like desire?" Stiles asked and Scott looked at him with raised eyebrows. "What do you mean desire?" He asked and Stiles pursed his lips slightly, "Sexual desire?" He asked making Scott raise his eyebrows.

"Sexual desire." He asked and Stiles nodded, "Yes. Sexual desire. Lust. Passion. Arousal." He said. "You mean from Wren." Scott said and Stiles shook his head, "No, in a general broad sense, can you determine sexual desire?" He asked and Scott gave him a look.

"From Wren to you." Scott said and Stiles nodded impatiently, "Fine, yes, from Wren to me. I have to know if I have a chance with her. I've been obsessing over this girl since the third grade." Stiles said and Scott looked at him confused. "You guys are friends. Why don't you just ask her?" Scott asked and Stiles gave him a look.

"Because you asking saves me from
utterly crushing humiliation and ruining a friendship of eight years. So go over, ask if she likes me, see if her heartbeat rises, pheromones come out. Anything. Please." Stiles pleased and Scott sighed, "Fine." He said making Stiles' eyes widen

"I love you, you're my best friend in the whole world."

Scott walked over to Wren who was talking to her history partner, Erica. "Hey, Wren can I talk to you?" Scott asked and she looked over at him and nodded before looking back at Erica, "I'll talk to you tomorrow. " She said then her and Scott walked into Coach's office.

"What's up?" She asked, leaning against the desk. "Does Allison still like me?" He asked and she shrugged. "You guys only broke up a couple days ago, feelings don't disappear over night. She just needs some time." She said and he sighed,

"Do you think she hates me for lying?" He asked, "I dont know. She doesnt know what's going on, shes just confused. If she knew I'm sure she'd be thankful." She said and he took a couple steps closer to her which she didn't notice. "Are you thankful?" He asked and she shrugged slightly, "I mean, I'm thankful I'm not dead. But at the same time we wouldnt have been in that situation if you had a better plan-" She said but he cut her off as he gently grabbed her chin before kissing her.

She quickly pulled away and paused slightly, not looking at him as she tried to make sense of what just happened. She glanced around slightly before grabbing a stack of papers what her behind her and automatically started hitting Scott with them. "You are mentally deficient!" She said and he tried to block the papers, "What?" He asked and she stopped and gave him a look.

"What sane person goes and kisses someone else right after going to a break up? What same person kisses their best friend who might as well be their sister? Especially without asking first!" She said as she hit him a couple more times before pointing at him. "And I'm telling Allison about this. You fucking lunatic." She said before hitting him upside the head with the papers then walking out.

Wren walked to the field and then Stiles suddenly ran up to her grabbing her shoulders. "Wren!" He said excitedly making her smile and look at him weird, "Stiles!" She said mocking the tone of his voice.

"I made first line!" He said making her eyes widen and she gasped, "Seriously?" She asked and he nodded excitedly. "That's awesome!" She said and he nodded again before throwing his arms around her excitedly making her laugh and hug him back. After a few seconds he pulled away and looked at her, "Oh, and you have to call me Biles for now on." He said then ran off making her watch him in confusion.

"Huh?"

Stiles sat down at the bench and then Scott sat down next to him, "Hey. What happened? What did she say?" He asked and Scott glanced at him, "What?" He asked. "What do you mean what? Did you ask her? Did she say anything? Did she say she liked me? Imply she liked me?" Stiles asked and Scott nodded, "Yeah. Yeah, she likes you. In fact, she's totally into you." Scott said making Stiles pump his fists, turning to see Wren sitting half way up on the bleachers talking to Lydia.

Coach blew the whistle making the players run out onto the field and line up. Coach tosses the ball and Scott goes for it. Twisting his stick to keep the ball in tight until two players collide with Scott, ramming into him with unwarranted brutality. He tumbles to the ground, stick clattering away from him. "I guess some people don't appreciate your new status, McCall." Coach laughed.

Behind the lineup of other players, Stiles looks out to see Scott snap right back up to his feet in an acrobatic kip up. "Next!" Coach yelled but before another player can step forward, Scott whips his lacrosse stick in front of him. Teeth bared underneath his helmet, he steps to the head of the line again. "That's the spirit. Earn it, McCall! Earn it!"

He sends the ball bouncing to the ground. Scott grabs it and shoots forward at the two long stick defenders. He smashes through them like a battering ram. Playing goal, Danny comes forward to stop the offensive attack but Scott whips around and shoves his elbow into Danny's helmet,
sending him tumbling through the air.

Danny goes down with a strangled cry of pain. He hits the ground hard, helmet snapping into the dirt. Coach blows the whistle as other players start forward. Jackson shoves past everyone, alarmed for his friend.

Wren and Lydia ran down the bleachers but by the time Wren got over to Scott and Stiles, Scott had walked off. "Do full moons make Werewolves act like this during the day or something?" Stiles asked and Wren sighed and shrugged. "It gotta considering the fact he kissed me." She said making Stiles's head whip over to her, "Wait what? When?" He asked.

"Before I came to the field. He asked me to talk and then asked me a couple thing about Allison then kiss me and I hit him with a stack of papers." She said making Stiles look at the direction Scott walked off in with a look of shock, betrayal and hurt.

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"You kissed her, Scott! Okay? You tried to kiss Wren. That's, like, the one girl that I ev-And, you know, the past three hours, I've been thinking, "It's probably just the full moon," you know? "He doesn't even know what he's doing, and tomorrow, he'll be totally back to normal. He probably won't even remember what a complete dumbass he's been- a son of a bitch, a freaking unbelievable piece of crap friend-" Stiles said as Wren walked up through stairs.

"She kissed me." Scott said making Wren furrow her brows, "What?" Stiles asked. "I didn't kiss her, she kissed me. She would have done a lot more, too. You should have seen the way she had her hands all over me. She would have done anything I wanted. Anything!" Scott said.

"Did I miss the memo where me hitting you over and over with a stack of papers is me having my hands all over you?" Wren asked as she leaned against the door frame making Stiles who around to look at her with wide eyes before she walked over to Scott. "Allison knows by the way so if you were hoping you'd get her back soon, keep hoping. Sorry not sorry." She said and Scott glared at her.

When she walked into the hallway she noticed Stiles sitting there with his head in his hands making her sigh softly and sit down next to him. "The one girl you've ever what?" Wren asked after a few minutes of silence, "What?" Stiles asked nervously. "When I walked up the stairs, you said "the one girl I've ever.' What did you mean by that?" She asked and his eyes widened for a moment.

"I uh- the first girl I've ever really been close to. You been our best friend for eight years, I dont want Scott kissing you to ruin that." He said and she nodded, "That wouldn't change anything with us being friends. You guys are kinda stuck with me. Seriously, you dont have a choice." She said and he chuckled.

"Guys, please let me out. It's the full moon, I swear. You know I wouldn't do any of this on purpose. Please, guy, let me out. It's starting to hurt. It's not like the first time. It's the full moon... it's Allison breaking up with me... I know... that it's not just taking a break. She broke up with me. And it's killing me. I feel completely hopeless." Scott said making Stiles close his eyes, trying not to listen. Wren looked at him to see him struggling with himself so she slowly grabbed his hand, intertwining their fingers.

"Just, please- let me out I can't. No, no, no!"

Stiles and Wren slowly gets to their feet, listening through the door to the transformation happening inside the room. As pained gasps turn to wild thrashing, Stiles backs away, uncertain what to do. "Scott? Are you okay?" He inches closer to Scott's door, the thrashing becoming louder and louder. Stile braces himself, then swings the bedroom door open to reveal

The handcuffs lie twisted and broken on the floor, bent out of shape like they were made from plastic. Past the bed, a breeze rustles through the open window. Scott is gone.

"Shit."