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Scott had waited on a bench outside his school for Allison, wanting to give her some explanation for the events that occurred on Friday night. As soon as the girl walked out the doors he was on his feet and nearing her.

"So what happened?" she questioned in place of a greeting. "You left me stranded at the party."

"Yeah," he winced. "I-- I know. I'm really sorry, I am. But... you're gonna have to trust that I had a really good reason."

He hadn't thought of anything to tell her as an excuse, but he'd been a little preoccupied by the fact that someone had shot him Friday night to think of a plausible reason to have left her high and dry.

"Did you get sick?" Allison asked in concern.

"I definitely had an attack of something," he admitted, that something being lycanthropy but he wasn't going to tell the girl he liked that.

"Am I gonna get an explanation?" she questioned him.

Scott shrugged helplessly. "Can you just find it in your heart to trust me on this one?"

"Am I going to regret this?"

"Probably," he admitted truthfully, taking a step closer to her. "So, is that a yes on a second chance?"

She smiled at him. "Definitely yes."

They moved closer to each other and just as they were about to kiss, a car horn beeped, scaring the two of them apart. An SUV pulled up in the parking lot right in front of the two of them.

Allison pulled away from Scott looking at the car as the passenger rolled their window down. "That's my dad and sister," she explained to the boy. "I'd better go."

She ran to get in the car as Evelyn waved at Scott and stuck her tongue out at Allison, presumably since she had gotten the front seat.

But as she was getting in the car, Scott caught a familiar scent, one that inspired nothing but fear in the boy. The man who was driving... Mr. Argent... he was the man with the crossbow on Friday night -- the leader of the hunters.

He threw Scott a friendly smile, clearly not recognizing the boy as the being he was hunting.

Realization was slowly hitting Scott in the face. The father of the girl he was falling for was also his recently found enemy. Now the man wanted him deadteicd over.

Dread pooled in his gut as he watched, dazed, as the car drove off.

It was official. His entire life was turning into just one big disaster.

He somehow made his way into the locker room for practice and slowly dropped his bag in front of his locker, barely registering that his gloves fell to the floor next to it. He felt as if he was in a trance, turning his back against his locker and staring off into space, seeing his life crumble before him.

He barely registered Stiles leaning his head from around the corner to ask him a question. "Did you apologize to Allison?"

"Yeah."

"Is she giving you a second chance or...?" he trailed off.

"Yeah."

"Yeah!" Stiles cheered. "Alright, so everything's good."

"No."

"No?" Stiles raised his eyebrows, moving closer to his best friend.

"Remember the hunters?" the resident werewolf rhetorically asked. "Her dad's one of them."

"Her dad?"

"He shot me--"

"Allison's father?" Stiles was clearly stuck on that.

"--With a crossbow."

"Allison's father?!" The human one of the two repeated once more.

"YES," Scott yelled, "HER FATHER!" His daze was immediately replaced with panic as he finally processed what a clusterfuck his life was becoming. "Oh my God."

What was he going to do? His breathing started to pick up the more he thought about it. "Oh my God. What--"

"No, Scott, snap back," Stiles jumped forward, lovingly smacking him in the face and trying to stave off the brewing panic attack that the other boy was clearly diving into the deep end of. "You okay? Hey, alright, he didn't recognize you, right?"

"No," Scott shook his head. "N-No, I don't think so."

"Does she know about him?" Stiles asked as Scott barely finished answering the first question.

"Oh, yeah... I don't know. What if she does?" he panicked, "This is gonna kill me, man."

The whistle for practice blew in the distance.

"Okay, just focus on lacrosse," Stiles calmed him. "Okay, here, Scott. Take this," he handed him his jersey. "Take this," padding and lacrosse stick, "and focus on lacrosse for now, okay? That's all you gotta do, yeah?"

"Lacrosse," Scott repeated faintly, nodding his head.

"Here we go," Stiles clapped him on the back as they made their way onto the field.

"What about Evelyn? Does she know about her dad?" the calm one of the two asked as they walked. "And if she doesn't, are we going to tell her?"

"I don't know if she knows," Scott breathed deeply, trying to calm himself more and just focus his brain on lacrosse.

It wasn't working.

"And if she doesn't, we are definitely not telling her," Scott told his best friend sternly.

"Why not?"

"Because she's still just a kid, Stiles!" Scott exclaimed. "She's not even in high school yet. I'm not going to tell her that her father tried to kill me and who knows how many others. The most we can do is ask if she's ever heard of hunters for werewolves before."

Stiles nodded his head. "Fair enough," he agreed. "Maybe we can ask her to ask that dead werewolf girl that she found, see what she knows?"

Scott shook his head. "What if that ghost knows about her father and tells her? We can't risk that."

Stiles shot him a look. "So what are we supposed to do? Ask her if she knows but tell her not to ask any ghosts at her disposal? Do you honestly think that's going to work?"

"Just..." Scott sighed, barely holding back tears of stress. "Let me think. I'll try and come up with something by tomorrow."

Stiles made a face, knowing how well Scott's plans turn out on average.

Worse than his, that was for sure. And his last one turned his best friend into a werewolf! He knew he'd have to come up with something himself.

Only issue? Neither of them had any idea where to start.

As soon as they had gotten home, Allison grabbed her sister's arm and dragged her up to her room.

"He didn't tell me the truth," she said as soon as the door to her bedroom was closed, letting her bookbag drop from her shoulder and onto the floor.

"About being a werewolf. I didn't expect him to," she rambled on, leaning her back against the door. "In fact, I even gave him a cover story for it, and I don't know why I expected him to tell the truth but I did and now I can't tell him that I know without revealing that you told me and then breaking their trust in you and I can't do that because you need their help, not only with that werewolf ghost girl, but with the books and--"

"Allison," Evelyn cut her off, throwing her own bag by her bed and approaching her panicking sister. "Breathe."

She watched and waited as the older girl took several deep breaths before continuing.

"We both thought that he was going to lie," she explained calmly. "But because you already know the truth that's what you were subconsciously expecting to hear even though you knew he'd say different. That's all."

Allison abandoned any feelings of worry about Scott and looked at her sister in confusion. "Since when are you good at psychology?"

Now, Evelyn wasn't going to tell Allison that she'd just been making shit up that entire time, so she just went for shrugging defensively and saying, "What? I know things."

She didn't.

"Now," she continued, sitting herself on her bed, "I'm going to keep trying to convince Scott to tell you the truth, but in the meantime, you have to pretend like you don't know about his werewolfitude. Don't even mention Laura Hale to him," Evelyn warned, "because as far as he is concerned you don't know that werewolves exist. I'll tell him that I'm waiting to tell you about it until he approves because I know how it would affect your relationship."

Allison nodded. "I can do that. What about you and Paige?"

Evelyn took a deep breath to buy herself a minute to think. "I'm not going to badger Stiles about that until we figure out a way for Scott to control himself on the full moon. That alright with you?" She looked at Paige.

"Yeah," her doppelganger nodded, smiling slightly. "No problem. I've got time."

"Right," Evelyn nodded again. "I'm also kinda worried about the murderous alpha-werewolf, but until the two of them find out anything else, I'm stuck waiting."

"In the meantime, though," she turned to Paige, "I want to test some ghost things and since you're the first one I've met who's staying with me, I was hoping you'd help me out?"

Paige nodded at her with a friendly smile. "Sure, just tell me what, where, and when."

"Alright," she nodded. "Give me a little bit to do some more research and get my hands on some items. Nothing too bad," she assured after seeing the looks being shot her way. "Just like, iron and stuff."

She wasn't going to admit that a lot of her ideas were coming from Supernatural, but she did at least research some of it on her own time. Black tourmaline (the crystal that she made hers and Allison's necklaces out of) wasn't referenced in that show; it was all 'salt, holy water, colt, blah, blah, blah.'

She'd been doing this for years, she'd picked up some information via Professor Google in her time.

"So..." she trailed, looking between the two other girls, "meeting adjourned? No one has anything else supernatural-related to add?"

Neither of them said anything so she nodded resolutely. "Meeting adjourned." She huffed and grabbed her schoolbag from the floor, heaving it onto her bed. "Now time for homework."

The two older girls snorted and Allison left while Paige plopped herself in the chair in the corner of the room with a book that Evelyn thought might be Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief.

She sat there and worked her way through verb conjugations in French and whatever the hell geology Mr. Koats was trying to teach them before finally shoving everything in her bag and letting it drop unceremoniously to the floor.

Falling back onto the pillows on her bed she groaned, thinking of everything she still needed to do.

Paige looked up from the book and quirked a brow. "What's up with you?"

Evelyn sat up with a sigh. "Mind if I vent for a second?"

Marking her page and putting the book to the side, Paige shrugged. "Why not?"

"I still need to summon Laura Hale, except I don't want to do that without talking to Derek and I have absolutely no idea how to find him except stumbling along throughout the Preserve and waiting for him to turn up to yell at me that it's," she deepened her voice as much as possible to emulate Derek's growl, "'private property.' Except that doesn't necessarily sound like a good idea with the murderous werewolf around."

"And then I need to help Scott and Stiles find this murderous alpha werewolf," she continued, holding her head in her hands. "Not to mention figuring out how the hell we look alike and I need to find a way to get Mrs. Kriegel and Mr. Carr together so Mrs. Carr can move on. And then I need to tell Hayden that I see ghosts and her parents say 'Hi!''"

"And on top of all that," she finished, "I need to keep it a secret from Scott that Allison knows about werewolves, make sure Mom and Dad don't find out I see ghosts, and still pass the eighth grade."

She hadn't even been in Beacon Hills for a week and she already felt like she was too deep into this town.

Paige looked at her with wide eyes, clearly not expecting all that Evelyn had just unloaded on her. "Wow..."

Evelyn looked at her with a pathetic look on her face. "I thought life was only supposed to get this complicated in high school."

Paige gave her a look so full of pity that it only made her feel worse. "It's only going to get worse."

She flopped back down on her bed, grabbed a pillow, and practically tried to smother herself with it as she groaned again.

She stayed there until dinner.

Tuesday morning rolled around and Evelyn was more than eager to get to school (which she'd never actually admit to) because she wanted to get her plan underway. Plus, she wanted to see how Spencer liked his picture and bullshit backstory.

She'd had a lot of fun writing it.

But she'd have to wait until lunch for that, she thought, sitting through homeroom as roll was called.

In the meantime, Operation Carriegel needed to be hashed out.

The first thing Evelyn had thought of to see how much the two had in common was, oddly enough, their classroom decorations.

See, there was always a pattern.

Those with nothing but informative graphics (and the occasional inspirational poster) were always hardasses. No exceptions.

But those who had decorations (jokes and puns relating to their chosen subjects worked as well) were typically nice.

Today, she was going to have to keep track of what was in each of the classrooms.

It was gonna suck.

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A/N: I AM SO SORRY THIS HAS TAKEN SO LONG. I STARTED COLLEGE AND I GOT SUPER BUSY BC MY TEACHER DOES NOT REALIZD THAT WE ARE FRESHMAN AND HAVE NOT LEARNED HOW TO DO CERTAIN THINGS FOR HIS CLASS YET AND NO ONE RESPECTS THE FACT THAT I DO NOT HAVE A CAR.

That said, I am super excited to publish this chapter and  I hope you all respect the fact that updates will be slower.

I swear, I will be dead long before I decide not to finish this story. So now....

Question of the Day💜: How did you find this story?

This is solely to satisfy my own curiosity.