Slightly In On It (Slightly Awkward Sequel---Teen Wolf)

CHAPTER THREE---Ice Pick

Allison and Scott were being competive up on the rock climbing wall, and Allison kicked his foot to make him fall, stopping just above the ground, then dropping the rest of the way, Allison looking away innocently while the gym class laughed.

Coach got down on the floor next to Scott. "McCall, I don't know why, but your pain gives me a special kind of joy." He laughed again. "Right?" He stood from the ground and looked to us. "All right, next two. Stilinski, Erica, let's go."

"Uh, Coach, you're gonna have to be a little more specifice than that," I said.

"Whichever one makes it to the wall first," he said.

Before Stiles got to the wall, I did, and I smiled semi-sweetly as I put the retractable cables on before Erica got there.

Erica was a sweet, invisible, epileptic girl that I felt bad for, but I was already placing my foot on one of the "rocks", my hand on the other and repeated over and over until I reached the top, Erica not even half way before I was pushing away from the wall and letting myself glide down.

I raised my hands in the air winningly as I got the cables off, stepping next to Allison. Lydia was on the other side of her, Stiles on the other side of me as Erica called out, "Oh, please."

Most people walked forward, Coach saying, "Erica. Dizzy? Is it vertigo?"

"Vertigo's a dysfunction of the vestibular system of the inner ear," Lydia explained, gesturing up to Erica. "She's just freaking out."

"Erica," Coach said.

"I'm fine," she called down, but even I, as a human, could tell that was a lie.

"Coach, maybe it's not safe," Allison said from next to me. "You know she's epileptic."

"Why doesn't anybody tell me this stuff?" he almost demanded. "I have to get--Erica, you're--you're fine. Just kick off from the wall. Th--There's a mat to catch you. Come on." She didn't look so good as she hesitantly came down, but she got down without anything bad happening. "See? You're fine. You're on the ground. You're all right. Let's go. Shake it off. You're fine."

As she walked away, few people were laughing, but those were the ones who didn't have a heart.

Allison and I werew walking out in the hall when Scott nearly ran for the gym, and we gave each other a weird look, but followed after, Stiles coming too.

We knew why Scott was in a hurry the second we walked in.

Erica was falling from the rock climbing wall, straight into his arms.

Stiles, Allison and I ran next to him, behind Erica. She was shaking, obviously have a seizure. "Put her on her side, put her on her side," Allison said.

Once he had, I looked at him. "How'd you know?"

"I just felt it," Scott answered.

Well, a very, very, very good thing he had felt it, because it had just saved Erica.

The next day, I saw Erica again, but it wasn't the Erica that I had seen yesterday, oh, hell no.

I stood next to Stiles and Scott's table, Lydia standing next to me.

As Erica bit into an apple and wiped the juice away, Lydia leaned against the table. "What--the holy hell--is that?"

"It's Erica," Scott said.

And not just Erica, Erica was completely different.

Not the type of makeover you could achieve in one day.

Not all that could change in one day.

As Erica turned to leave, Stiles and Scott started to run after her, and I ran after them.

When I ran around the corner, I put in extra speed to catch up to them as they got outside.

Erica was smiling and getting into Derek's car, the car I had been in at least twice since the beginning of the school year.

Derek turned toward Stiles and Scott just as I ran outside, and when I looked at the newly turned Alpha, he smiled.

Then they were pulling away.

Oh, great.

Stiles dropped me off while he was going to the ice rink with Lydia, Scott and Allison, but I hadn't cared. It was the next day already.

I walked past Allison as she passed, and we exchanged awkward smiles as Stiles sat across from Scott on their table, and I ran over to them, standing next to Scott, pointing over to an empty table where Stiles had gotten the ice rink keys yesterday. "Scott. Stiles, do you see that?"

"What, it's an empty table," Scott said as Stiles turned around.

"Oh, God," Stiles said, and I nodded.

"Yeah, but who's empty table?"

Realization hit Scott's face. "Boyd."

Stiles, Scott and I walked in the hall and Scott said, "I'm going to the ice rink, see if he's there. And if he's not at home, call me, got it?" I nodded, but Stiles didn't do anything. "What?"

"Maybe we should let him," he said. "Boyd, you know, man? You said Derek's giving them a choice, right?"

"We can't," Scott said, making us walk again.

"You gotta admit, Erica looks pretty good. You know, the word 'sensational' comes to mind."

"Yeah, how good do you think she's gonna look with a wolfsbane bullet in her head?"

"All right, all I'm saying is maybe this one isn't totally your responsiblity."

"Or at all," I said.

"They all are," Scott disagreed. "And you know this thing's gonna get out of control. That makes me responsible."

"All right, I'm with you," Stiles said. "And I also gotta say your new found heroism is making me very attracked to you."

"Oh, God," I said.

"Shut up," Scott said, looking away.

We stopped walking again and Stiles said, "No, seriously. Do you wanna just make out for a sec?" I shook my head at them, walking forward while Scott pushed Stiles next to me. "Just to see how it feels."

When we got to the jeep, I turned to Stiles as he got in. "You're so gay though you don't even like boys."

"Okay, Katy Perry."

"Haha."

We got to Boyd's, and Stiles ran up to the house before I even got out of the car.

I started to go up to him when I saw the hood up for no reason, and when I walked over, I saw Erica ripping the battery out. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Oh, hey, Stacie," Erica said with a semi-sweet smile, looking down at the battery. "Looks like you guys have car trouble."

The next thing I knew, she was grabbing my head and banging it against the hood hard enough to knock me out.

I woke up in a dumpster next to Stiles.

And, God, did it stink.

Stiles was pushing up one of the lids while I pushed up the other.

My head hurt, and I saw Stiles grabbing at his own as he looked at me, and I looked at him.

"Bitch," we said at the same time, going to get out of it.

I climbed out first, my leg swinging over, and then the other, my hands gripping the top edge, and then letting go, dropping to the ground beneath, landing on my feet smootly.

The way Stiles got out was a lot more clumsier.

"I hate her," I said in a funny voice as we walked away from the dumpster, smelling like it.

We would definitely need showers when we got home. Maybe ten each.