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"ALLISON, WHAT IS IT?" Amelia asked her as she entered the girl's house, worried to see her mother somewhere after what happened the other night. She knew Derek bit her and that woman was scary in his own, she couldn't imagine her with fangs.

"Well, after the party," Allison started as she closed the door behind the girl, looking at her, "I got a ride with Matt."

"Oh, shit, Matt."

After the whole deal with Stiles, Isaac, Jackson and Scott almost dying in the hands of Allison's mother and some wolfsbane cloud, she completely forgot about the whole Matt issue and how was she in a date with the guy.

"Amelia, that's not it," Allison whispered, scaring her a bit. The two walked upstairs towards the girl's bedroom and Amelia let herself fall onto the bed, while Allison stood in front of her. "He left his camera in my car and I got curious and started to look around the pictures."

"So? The guy's a photographer," she told her. "Were they any good?"

"Amy," she called her, surprising her. Allison doesn't call her Amy, she knows how much she hated the nickname. Amelia knew Allison wanted her attention. "He had... pictures of you."

Amelia placed one of her pillows in front of her, on top of her lap, looking at her friend.

"Of me? What kind of pictures? On the bench? Because I spend all of the lacrosse games on the bench next to Stiles."

Amelia was nervous. It's not an everyday situation somebody tells you that a guy you know has pictures of you.

"Yeah, and he had pictures of you in chemistry, talking with Isaac. Pictures of you in the hallways, in your desk at work."

Allison continued to describe all of the places Matt had pictures of her at, making Amelia's hands start to tremble. He had pictures of her and Isaac talking in her car just a night ago, when she thought he was inside waiting for her.

"And, he had a picture of you through Stiles's window in a... well, very compromising position with Stiles." The girl placed her hand on top of her mouth, starting to panic. "Amelia..."

"Oh my God, Allison..." she whispered. "Why does he have... Why does he—"

"I don't know," intervened the hunter as she sat in front of Amelia, grabbing her hands. "I don't know why he's following you, maybe he's like obsessed with you or something."

The idea of someone watching as she made out with Stiles in his bedroom when that was supposed to be a private moment made her disgusted. The idea of that comic guy that she shares French with being following her like a stalker made her shriver as Allison placed her hands around her.

Allison had no idea what to do. She had never seen Amelia this way, so defenseless, like she just received the baddest news every. She looked small, hugging herself tightly as Allison had her arms around her, hugging her from the side.

"Did you delete the pictures?" Amelia asked but she shook her head.

"I'm sorry, but I didn't have time. He came back to look at it before I could do anything. Besides, he probably had them all backed up in his computer like the creep he is." Amelia nodded softly. "Amelia, don't worry. You can beat his ass easily."

Amelia exhaled. "I just... with everything that's going on, my private moments with myself or Stiles were the only thing normal in my life. Now I don't even have that. Besides... things with Stiles aren't great right now."

Allison sat in front of her, staring at her friend in confusion before grabbing her hand.

"What happened?"

Amelia cleared her throat before looking up. "He's... he's been acting strange lately. I don't know, he gets jealous for any reason at all, he gets all uncomfortable when I talk about Isaac and how I made a bond with him and... his dad got released from the force on Friday before the party and he doesn't want to talk to me about it. I simply don't know what to do..."

"I'm not the best at giving relationship advice but... maybe he's jealous because you share a link with Isaac that he can't ever have with you, and he wishes to have it to." Amelia look towards her fingers. "And about not telling you stuff... guys tend to try to look tough for their girlfriends and... he knows you are the strongest girl he'll ever meet, emotionally and physically. He maybe doesn't want to show weakness in front of you, to keep his masculinity."

"Do you think I'm overreacting?" Allison gave her a tiny smile.

"No, you are just reacting. You can't overreact without reacting first. Just talk to him."

Both girls were interrupted by Lydia and Lizzie coming into the room, making them turn around to look at the two girls holding shopping bags in their hands, looking at them.

"Clear your schedule. This could take a while," told them Lydia, making Amelia raise her eyebrows.

Amelia had completely forgotten. Lydia's birthday party was tonight, the night of the full moon. Lydia could've had a better timing but she didn't. It was in the middle of spring break so it being in a Wednesday didn't have so many importance. What was Amelia wondering was why Lizzie was following Lydia like a minion.

"How many outfits do you plan on wearing tonight?" Amelia asked Lydia as she looked inside the bag Lizzie had, curiously.

"It's my birthday party," replied Lydia. "I'm drinking host dress, evening dress, then, mmm, after-hours casual."

"I told her that she could make an statement with just one," let Lizzie know, "but she insisted."

"You have a lot to learn, Liz," whispered the strawberry blonde before looking into the bags again.

Amelia couldn't be less excited for this party. Now that she was connected to a werewolf who could not handle the powers of the full moon, she was afraid that it might go a bit out of control. She wasn't sure if Isaac was going to be there.

She wasn't sure if anyone was going to be there, in fact. Dahlia told her that she was going to stay and look around for hunters under the full moon since she knew it was the time the hunters got out to hunt werewolves.

Dahlia was really progressing into the good side, just like Amelia suspected. She was afraid it wouldn't last long though.

"I noticed that you didn't send out any invites," pointed out Allison.

"It's the biggest party of the year, Allison," reminded her Lydia as she grabbed the dress Amelia was looking at. "Everyone knows."

"What are you going to wear?" Lizzie asked her sister and Amelia simply pointed at her outfit. "Too much time with Lydia has made me smarter and I know for a fact you are not gonna wear that."

Amelia rolled her eyes before looking back towards Lydia and Allison while her sister sat next to her, Amelia wrapping her arms around Lizzie's waist.

"I was wondering if maybe..." starred Allison "this year things, you know, might be different."

"Why would anything be different?" Lydia questioned, making Amelia raise her eyebrows.

She was attacked in the middle of a lacrosse field and the girl was acting like it was another normal Friday.

"Just cause things have been off lately," replied Allison as Lydia looked at the dresses. "Things and people. Like Jackson."

Lydia looked up towards Allison. "What do you care about Jackson?"

Allison decided to avoid the question, and Amelia intervened quickly as Lizzie sat down on her lap.

"Do you know if he's coming tonight?" Amelia asked Lydia.

"Everyone's coming," she defended quickly, making Amelia step back a bit. Lydia shook her head before smiling, grabbing one of the dresses. "This is American Flag. I love it. For me, not for you." Amelia chuckled a bit, nodding. Lydia grabbed one of the dresses before handing it to Allison. "This one is Material Girl. For you."

There was a knock on the door. Amelia and Lizzie both smelled a bit, noticing it smelled like wet dog, like a werewolf. They both looked up, noticing Victoria Argent, Allison's mom, standing there, with a smile in his face.

Amelia proceeded to cover Lizzie's mouth so she won't mention anything about the fact that that woman smelled like a werewolf.

"Mrs. Argent," called her Lydia before showing her a blue dress. "What do you think of this one?"

"Oh, it's lovely," said the woman softly. "Allison, uh, can I grab you for a moment to talk? Just the two of us?"

"Um, can we do it later?" Questioned Allison as Lydia showed Lizzie and Amelia the dresses she bought them.

Her dress was a beautiful purple one that was short, with a gorgeous heart-shaped cut in the chest. She loved it.

"Actually, uh, to be honest, sooner would be... would be better," told her mother, and Amelia suspected it was about the whole werewolf thing.

"Party's at ten," said Lydia and the woman looked at her before looking over to Lizzie and Amelia, her eyes and eyebrows opening.

The two girls were looking at her seriously. Her smell was tentative, especially for Lizzie. The girl couldn't help but her eyes slowly turning purple to the sight of the werewolf.

"Um, will you be around before then?" Her mother asked Allison as she looked at her again.

"I think so," replied the hunter before looking at the clothes.

"You think so?"

"I don't know," snapped Allison in a whisper before helping Lydia accommodate the dress she was looking at.

The woman slowly left, Lizzie and Amelia watching her walk away as Lydia helped Allison pick a dress. It was weird that she was a werewolf, one of the hunters. What would happen to that woman?

"I'm gonna try this one on," said Lydia before walking towards the bathroom, leaving Amelia, Lizzie and Allison alone in Allison's room.

"There's something important you need to know," told them Lizzie as she stood up from Amelia's lap, looking at the two girls. "She's having visions."

"What?" Allison questioned. "How do you know?"

"Because I get this... weird strange feeling every time she gets one. Like a tingling in my whole body. And when I look over to her she's zoned out, completely. You need to be careful. I have no idea what she is but she is something."

"I knew I wouldn't enjoy spring break for that long before homework appears," whispered Amelia.

• • •

Amelia pressed the doorbell button. She felt Stiles stare behind her neck, as if he was expecting her to say something. But she didn't. She didn't say anything during the whole ride, she didn't say anything now.

"Could you please tell me what did I do wrong?"

"Nothing, Stiles," she snapped back. "I just have a lot in my mind right now and I really don't want to talk. Can we please do this after the party?"

Amelia was so serious Stiles got a bit scared. She did have a lot in her mind. She had the whole Matt problem that got ten times worse in a matter of minutes, she got Allison's mother being a werewolf and the full moon was tonight. Tonight! And she was linked to the most unstable werewolf she had ever met which was Isaac. And she was feeling really moody.

And there was a chance that Jackson was going to be at the party. Why did it have to be on a full moon?

Lydia opened the door and Amelia smiled at her, the girl smiling back.

"Happy birthday Lydia," told her Stiles as Amelia gave her the box they got her.

"Thanks. Don't forget to try the punch."

Amelia and Stiles grabbed a cup of the red substance before walking inside the house which was mostly empty.

"Amelia," Stiles called her again, grabbing her by the wrist softly, making her turn around. "I care about you, you know that? And if something's bothering you, you are free to tell me."

"Are you being serious right now?" She asked madly. "What about your dad being fired?" Stiles raised his eyebrows, looking away from her. "You never talked to me about it. Or, what about Isaac?"

Stiles looked at her again. "What about Isaac?"

"How jealous you are of him? For no reason at all, by the way. He is my friend and every time I even mention him you get all freaked out. How do you expect me to trust you with my problems if you can't trust me with yours. And my problems don't have anything to do with you, by the way. So, for tonight, just leave me alone, Stiles."

The girl left the glass with the red liquid full on one of the trays before walking away from her boyfriend.

Some party, huh?