"Why is there a rumor going around that you're not playing tomorrow?" Lydia Martin asks Scott the next day in math as they're both solving problems on the board.
"'Cause I'm sort of not," Scott replies. Lydia flies through her math problem while Scott stops after he writes every number.
"I think you sort of are," Lydia corrects. "Especially when you brutally injure my boyfriend by ramming into him."
"He brutally injured himself by ramming into me," Scott fires back. I lower my eyes to my own worksheet.
"Jackson's gonna play tomorrow," Lydia retorts. "But he's not gonna be at his peak and I prefer my boyfriend at peak performance."
"Okay," Scott says, with this look on his face that perfectly expresses how I feel most of the time he talks. One that says he completely does not understand what's coming out of Lydia Martin's lipstick-slathered mouth.
"I date the captain of the winning lacrosse team and if they start off the season losing, I date the captain of the losing lacrosse team," Lydia explains. "I don't date losers."
"Losing one game isn't going to kill anyone," Scott snaps. "In fact, it might even save someone."
"Fine," Lydia says. "Don't play. We'll probably win anyway. Then, we'll go out after like we were planning and I'll introduce Allison to all the hot players on the team. And Scott McCall can stay home, surfing the net for porn."
Lydia finishes writing her answer on the chalkboard, sets down the white piece of chalk, and claps the dust off her hands triumphantly.
"Mr. McCall, you're not even close to solving your problem," the teacher says.
"Tell me about it," Scott mutters.
After the bell rings, I walk out into the crowded hallway, heading towards my locker. A vision of Mr. Stilinski, in uniform, talking, hops through my brain and I physically shake my head to clear it.
"Emerson!" Stiles cuts me off, pulling me in the opposite direction. "Hey! Come here."
He grabs Scott, too, and pushes me towards the stairs.
"What?" my brother asks.
"Come here," Stiles points to two people. "Tell me what they're saying."
"Curfew because of the body," Scott relays after a minute.
"Unbelievable," Stiles says. "My dad's out looking for a rabid animal while the jerk-off who actually killed the girl is just hanging out, doing whatever he wants."
"Well, you can't exactly tell your dad truth about Derek," Scott says.
"Why not?" I ask.
"Bec- Because Derek's not a wolf!" Stiles says spastically.
"Oh," I say quietly. "Well you could say he just planted the wolf hair. You said it yourself - there are no wolves in California."
"Or I can do something else," Stiles tells us.
"Like what?" Scott asks, leaning against the wall.
"Find the other half of the body," Stiles declares. He turns and walks away.
"Are you kidding?" Scott calls after Stiles. He looks to me. "Is he kidding?"
I shrug, heading off to my locker.
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Fanfiction"Don't be afraid of change. You might lose something good, but you'll gain something better." Emerson McCall is a pretty average high school student. She has one friend she shares with her brother, Scott, and between the two of them, she has all she...
