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"THIS IS NOT WHAT I EXPECTED WHEN YOU SAID YOU WERE SORRY AND WANTED TO MAKE UP FOR IT!" Exclaimed the girl from the backseat of Derek's car while Scott and Derek were on the front. Scott was behind the wheel, trying to distract Kate.

"You have to admit this is kinda cool!" Yelled Stiles before looking to the front.

"Faster?" Asked Scott.

Amelia turned around to look at the Argent's car, approaching them quickly.

"Much faster!" Answered the girl as she watched Scott doubt for a few seconds before accelerating.

Amelia was bouncing repeatedly in the small backseat of Derek's car. It was really uncomfortable being there and she just wished Stiles would let her open the roof she can grab her crossbow and shoot that arrogant hunter head of hers once and for all.

Stiles looked back, noticing how the car was approaching them.

"Hey, Scott, I don't think you're grasping the concept of a car chase here," complained Stiles to his best friend.

"If I go faster, I'll kill us!" Exclaimed the werewolf.

"Well, if you don't got faster, she's gonna kill us!" Argued Amelia from the backseat.

Scott didn't have another choice but to accelerate even more, making Amelia crash against the seat.

"Would you let me know when you do that!?" Complained the girl in frustration. "Why do I always have to be on the back!?"

Stiles looked back, noticing that the car was no longer following them.

"They're gone," he said in a whisper before pressing the radio.

"All units, suspect is on foot heading into the iron works."

"Oh, crap!" Shouted Amelia before grabbing her bow. "They're probably following him."

"Amelia!?" Exclaimed Scott when she opened the roof.

"Just drive, McCall!"

• • •

When they arrived to the iron works, they saw Derek hiding from Argent, who was shooting arrows at him.

The girl was standing on the leather seats, with half of her body outside. She was shooting at the man as quickly as she could as she felt Stiles seat on the back, and Derek get on the back.

"That's enough, Amelia!" Yelled Stiles and she sat down, right before Argent grabbed his gun and started firing.

Amelia closed the roof just as Scott began to drive away.

"Are you hurt?" Stiles asked and she shook her head.

"I'm fine," she replied before putting the bow down.

"What part of laying low don't you understand!?" Snapped Scott at the other werewolf who was trying to catch his breath.

"Damn it, I had him!" Exclaimed Derek, hitting the door of the car.

"Who, the Alpha?" Asked Stiles from the backseat.

"Yes!" Yelled the werewolf. "He was right in front of me and the freaking police showed up!"

"Hey, they're just doing their jobs—" started Stiles trying to defend his dad but Amelia pulled him towards her, this time her peeking in through the two front seats.

"Yeah, thanks to someone who decided to make me the most wanted fugitives in the entire state!" Shouted Derek towards Scott.

"Can we seriously get past that!?" Begged Scott. "I made a dumbass mistake. I get it."

"I told you he was alive, you just wouldn't listen," whispered the girl, receiving a bad look from Scott. "Eyes on the road, doggie," she told the teenager before looking at Derek. "How did you find him?"

Derek decided to remain silent, making Scott sigh.

"Can you try to trust us for at least half a second?"

"I trust her," admitted Derek, making Stiles stand next to Amelia.

"You can try to trust the three of us." Derek looked at him madly, making Stiles regret what he said. "Or just her, I'll be back here."

Stiles sat back again, leaving Amelia the space between the front seats to herself.

"Look, the last time I talked to my sister she was close to figuring something out. She found two things. The first was a guy named Harris."

Amelia looked at him confused while Stiles stood up from his seat again. "Our chemistry teacher?" Amelia pushed him back, again.

"Why him?" Asked the girl to Derek.

"I don't know yet," replied the oldest werewolf.

"What's the second?" Asked Scott while Derek pulled something from his pocket, showing it to them.

"Some kind of symbol..."

"Oh my God," whispered Amelia and Scott and the same time, making Stiles raise his eyebrows.

"What? You guys know what this is?"

"I've seen it on a necklace," admitted Scott and the girl scoffed.

"Allison's necklace," added Amelia.

• • •

"This is gonna be impossible, you know?" Said Scott to the two as the walked into the school.

"Why don't Amelia just ask her if she can to borrow it?" Offered Stiles and the girl raise her eyebrows.

"I don't wear jewelry, especially like that one. She won't buy it," replied Amelia.

Stiles turned around to look at Scott. "The why don't you just talk to her?"

"She won't talk to me!" Exclaimed the werewolf. "What if she, like, only takes it off in the shower or something?"

"That's why you need to get on her good side, remind her of the good times," insisted Stiles, looking at him. "And then you ask for the necklace." He said before patting him on the arm.

Amelia looked at him for a few seconds before hitting him on the arm. "You're thinking about her in the shower, aren't you!?"

"Yeah," Scott admitted in a whisper, making Amelia roll her eyes.

"Alright, stay focused, okay?" Said Stiles. "Get the necklace, get the Alpha, get cured, get Allison back. In that order. Got it?"

They separated. Amelia was really wondering how would Derek killed the Alpha at this point.

"Hey, Amelia," called him Stiles as she walked away towards her French class. The girl raised her eyebrows. "I just wanted to apologize again for, you know, getting mad at you and—"

"Stiles," she interrupted him with a smile, "I should be the one apologizing. It was the moon talking, and I said some things I didn't mean, I'm the one that's sorry."

He smiled a little. "You shouldn't be sorry for anything, Amelia, you're... perfect."

"How about this..." the girl whispered, approaching him. "You, me, dinner and a movie. What do you say?"

He seemed nervous. His eyebrows were raised and his hand was shaking, and Amelia could swore he was sweating even. That just made her smile, since she found it charming.

"Y-Yeah, yeah," he stammered, smiling. "Sure... Tomorrow?"

"If nothing comes up, of course. Knowing our lives we would probably end up killing each other by the end of the night." The guys chuckled, nodding. "I'll see you in free period."

The girl slowly walked away, biting her lip before continuing to walk with a big smile.

• • •

"How the hell did he found out?" Cried out Stiles as the three teenagers entered the hallway.

Earlier, Jackson cornered up Scott and told him to get for him whatever was that he was. In simpler words, he wanted to be a werewolf. Now, they were trying to find out how was it possible that Jackson even knows about it.

"I have no idea!" Exclaimed Scott.

"Alright, did he say it out loud? The word?" Asked Stiles while Amelia took the curly her off her face.

"What word?" Doubted Amelia, making Stiles roll his eyes.

"Werewolf," replied Stiles, making Scott look around. "Did he say 'I know you're a werewolf'?"

"No, but he implied it pretty freaking clearly," answered Scott, and he was definitely freaking out.

"Okay, maybe it's not as bad as it seems," mentioned Stiles, making Amelia open her eyes widely.

"That's because you aren't supernatural, Stiles! Jackson will tell everybody and soon, you'll have to visit Derek, Scott and I in a zoo if they hadn't cut us in half with a saw to see our interior by then!"

The girl was clearly panicking too. The idea of people finding out she's not normal was starting to freak her out.

"I will not let that happen to you," Stiles whispered. "He doesn't have any proof... right?" Stiles looked directly at Scott, who was trying to control his breathing. The werewolf shook his head. "And if he wanted to tell someone, who's gonna believe him anyway?"

"I don't know, Allison's dad?" Asked Scott. "Or worst... Amelia's dad who is supernaturally able to murder me!?"

"Okay, it's bad."

"My dad and Jackson go trekking together!" Exclaimed the girl in panic, making Stiles open his eyes widely.

"Why does Jackson hang out with your dad?" Asked Stiles in a high-pitched voice, looking at her. "Do I have to hang out with your dad?"

"No, look.. My dad and Jackson's father were friends in high school, my dad always wanted a son. He's Jackson's godfather."

Scott opened his eyes. "Your dad is Jackson's godfather!?"

"And Jackson's dad is mine... Beacon Hills is a small town!"

"I need a cure," intervened Scott, "right now!"

"Does Jackson even know about the Argents or Amelia's dad?"

"I don't know," said Scott.

"Okay, where's Derek?" Questioned Stiles, making Amelia confused as to why was he even asking for him.

"Hiding like we told him to. Why?"

"I have another idea," replied his best friend as he placed a hand on Scott's shoulder. "It's gonna take a little time and finesse, though."

"We have that game tonight. It's quarterfinals, and it's your first game," remembered him Scott, making Amelia roll her eyes.

So much more important things were happening and they were thinking of lacrosse.

"Am I the only one who still doesn't see the charm of the game?"

"I know, I know," spoke Stiles at the same time than Amelia whispered. "Look, do you have a plan for Allison yet?"

"She's in my next class."

"Get the necklace," told him Stiles before he walked away. The girl looked at Scott for a few seconds before running away, following Stiles.

"Hey," the girl whispered, joining in. The guy quickly turned around to look at her. "I was thinking that if everything goes well tonight, maybe we can push our dinner for today, after the game, what do you say?"

He raised his eyebrows. "Uhm, sure, I don't know if I'll win, though."

"Well, I don't understand lacrosse anyway so I'll cheer for you no matter what." He laughed at that before looking at her.

"I still can't believe a girl like you wants to go out with me," he whispered, making her smile. "Did I win the lottery or something?"

"Hmm, not yet." She planted a kiss on his cheek softly before she walked away with a big smile.

Oh, she couldn't believe it. A guy who actually cared about her.

"Hey, Amelia," Isaac interrupted her walking, making her jump.

"God, Isaac, you scared me..." she whispered. "You are really good sneaking up on people, let me tell you. Do you want more chemistry notes?"

He shook her head before smiling. It was the first time she had ever seen him smile.

"I wanted to ask you if you... maybe wanted to work at our chemistry project? Together?"

"Well of course, dummy, you are my lab partner. We have to do it together," she chuckled, making him chuckle too.

"I mean... sure, yeah... tonight after the game?"

"Oh, I can't, I'm sorry, I have a date." His smile slowly faded away. "How about this... next class, I'll bring some food and we'll eat it together, hiding from Mr. Harris." The guy chuckled at this. "Great, to make it up for not being available tonight." Isaac nodded.

"It's okay. I'm looking forward to it."

"I'll see you in Chemistry then," she said before walking away. He was a nice guy, shy, but nice.

• • •

Allison had told Amelia about the little stunt Scott pulled in class about showing her pictures of them, and even if she wasn't happy about it, she knew Scott was an idiot sometimes and he probably had the best intentions at heart.

She saw as Stiles sat next to her. The girl smiled at him before returning back to eating her food

"Did you get her to give you the necklace?" Asked Stiles to Scott.

"Not exactly," admitted the werewolf.

"What happened?"

"She told me not to talk to her," replied the werewolf while Stiles gave a bite to his food, "at all."

Stiles chew his food for a few seconds.

"So she's not giving you..."

"She's not giving me the necklace!" Snapped Scott.

"Okay," whispered Stiles. The guy lifted his arm a bit, did a weird hand gesture as he always does before talking again. "Well, did you find anything else?"

"Just that I know nothing about girls, and that they're totally psychotic..."

Amelia swallowed her food before talking. "Not all of us, I mean... well, you can't count me because I'm literally a killing machine that can shoot an arrow across your throat, and Lydia is a total disaster that I haven't figured out yet... and well... uhm... our English teacher seems very normal," was the only thing she could say, making Scott scoff. "You just have to give her time, let her figure things out and then get on her good side again..."

Scott looked up to Amelia. He trusted her, yet he didn't know if he was the best giving relationship advice.

Stiles began to talk. "And then ask for the neck—"

"She's not giving me the necklace!" Repeated Scott abruptly.

"Okay, I came up with a plan B just in case anything like this happens," talked Stiles after he swallowed his food.

"What's plan B?" Asked Amelia before continuing to eat.

"Just steal the stupid thing," snapped Stiles as he grabbed his water bottle, opening it.

"Couldn't we try at least getting to Harris?" Questioned Scott, almost begging it.

"Isn't he like being watched by the cops like a lab rat?" Said Amelia and Stiles nodded.

"My dad put him on a 24-hour protective detail. The necklace is all we got. Steal it. Thank you."

Amelia lifted her eyes from her food, looking at Jackson. They both connected eyes, making the girl confused.

"Why is Jackson staring at us?" Whispered the girl to Stiles as he looked towards the lacrosse player, putting his water bottle down.

Scott looked behind him before turning around quickly, looking at his best friend and Amelia.

"Act normal."

Stiles looked down to his foot while Amelia picked up her phone, pretending like she was typing something.

Scott seemed to be acting strange, so the girl put her phone down, looking at him.

"What's wrong?" She asked him, worried.

"Jackson is talking to me. He knows I can hear him," he replied, making Stiles and Amelia look at each other. "Act normal!" He exclaimed in a whisper, making the two look at him. "Just talk to me. Pretend that nothing's happening." Scott looked down for a few seconds before looking at Stiles again. "Say something. Talk to me!"

"I can't think of anything. My mind's complete blank," try to defend himself the guy, making Amelia roll her eyes.

"Your mind's blank?" Asked Scott in disbelief. "You can't think of something to say?"

"Not under this kind of pressure," try to argue the Stiles, making Amelia look at him before looking where Jackson was.

"FYI, idiots, he's not even sitting with them anymore." Scott and Stiles looked over to where he was sitting before looking around, trying to find him. "I have a bad feeling about this."

"Where the hell is he?" Asked Scott, still trying to find him.

Scott suddenly went deadly quiet, and Amelia assumed Jackson was talking to him again. The girl looked at Stiles, who was staring at his best friend.

"Yes," they heard Scott whispered, making the girl look over to Stiles.

"They're having a conversation now?" murmured Amelia and Stiles shrugged.

They both looked at Scott as he was squeezing his water bottle, Stiles deciding to talk.

"Scott, you can't let him do this. You can't let him have this kind of power over you. Okay?"

"Yeah, always remember you can crush him like a little bug." Stiles turned around to look at her abruptly. "It's true!"

After a few seconds, Scott snapped his lunch tray in half, scaring even Amelia.

That was not good.

• • •

Amelia got confused when Lydia grabbed her by the arm as she was organizing her books.

"Hi to you too?" She told her chuckling. "Why do I feel like it is Black Friday all over again?" She asked to herself before looking at Lydia dragging her by the arm through a sea of people. "Oh because of that."

Spending so much time with Stiles had made her become more and more sarcastic.

"We are going to confront Jackson."

"Jackson?" She asked. "What do I have to do with Jackson?"

But it was too late, since both of them were in front of the guy.

"Oh, hey Amelia."

"Hi," she said softly before Lydia interrupted her.

"Jackson!" She exclaimed. "This little text? Not funny!"

"What text?" Whispered Amelia to herself, trying to let go off Lydia's grab, but failing at the attempt.

"I wasn't trying to be funny," argued Jackson mockingly. "I would have put a 'ha-ha' at the end of it. And see... there's no 'ha-ha'."

"Amelia would you please read this?"

"Do I have to?" Lydia looked at her angrily, making her jump a little. Shooting down hunters? Easy. Dealing with Lydia Martin? Mortal. "Okay," the girl grabbed the phone and read out loud. "'Lydia, please give up my spare house key at your earliest convenience... as we are no longer dating'!?" She read the last sentence in a hurry before looking up. "Well that is a jackass move."

"You didn't lose it, did you?" He asked Lydia, making Amelia scoff before returning the cellphone the the strawberry blonde.

"What the hell is this?" She snapped at him in a whisper, and Amelia really wanted to leave.

"Well, Lydia, in preparation for some big changes, I've decided to drop some of the dead weight in my life. And, you're just the deadest."

Amelia couldn't help but to feel uncomfortable. Jackson was being so rude and she didn't even have to be there.

But she decided to stood up for her best friend anyway.

"Lydia, let's go..."

"Are you breaking up with me?" Lydia asked him and Amelia sensed that she was about to cry by how her voice was breaking.

"Dumping, actually," clarified Jackson. "I'm dumping you."

Before Lydia could do anything, Amelia decided to intervene, grabbing Jackson by the shirt and lifting him up a bit in the air, the guy looking at him confused as to how she was able to lift him up.

"Dumped by the co-captain of the lacrosse team. Wonder how many seconds it'll take her to get over that?"

Amelia let him go before turning around to look at Lydia. The girl was simply staring at where the guy was standing a few seconds ago.

"You wanna talk about it?" She just shrugged.

"I just want to go home. Sorry for dragging you into that."

"It's okay. That's what friends are for." Lydia smiled widely at her before walking away, leaving her in the middle of the hallway. "God that was awful," she whispered to herself before starting to walk to the exit.