"So you and Stiles are... dating now?" My mom asked as she adjusted her purse on her shoulder, she was getting ready for work tonight. I mean I guess I'm kind of happy that she will be out of the house and busy tonight, that way I know she won't be in danger from Scott. 

I nodded as my phone beeped with the notification of a text message, "Yeah- go ahead and say the 'I told you so'..." I chuckled.

My mom smiled brightly, "I'm not going to say anything, other than I'm glad you finally realized what everyone else could see."

"What? What do you mean? I inquired, my text long forgotten. What did she mean by that? That I finally realized what everyone else could see? What does that have to do with Stiles and I as a couple?

She chuckled, "He looks at you like you're the world honey... I really don't know how you never picked up on it before,"

What? I try to think of how many times I caught Stiles looking at me and what his face looked like, or his eyes- but I couldn't really think of anything special with the way he looked at me. I just always thought he was just looking at me, but all this time he has been looking at me. Like, in a way that was more than an innocent glance or accidental flicker of his gaze. I remember one time when Allison said that he didn't look at me like he would a sister... maybe that's what she meant. 

The sound of the front door opening drew our attention from the conversation about Stiles, it must be Scott because the front door was locked. I wonder if he's in a better mood than he had been earlier at school?

"Scott?" My mom asked as she walked into the hallway- I followed closely behind her, but instead of seeing my brother, it was my boyfriend. He had a large black duffel bag in one of his hands and a key in the other...

He grinned, "Stiles."

My mom pointed at the key in his hand, "Key."

"Yeah... I had one made so..." Stiles replied with a shrug, when did he get a key to our house made? That is a little weird...

"That doesn't surprise me. It scares me, but it doesn't surprise me." My mom said with a sigh as she looked Stiles up and down. Well, it's nice to know that if I ever forget my key again I can always call up Stiles for a spare. 

He then dropped the bag he was holding on to the floor and it hit with a loud thud, my eyes widened as I glanced at me mom. She had an eyebrow raised, "What is that?"

"Uh.. school project." He replied smoothly, what kind of school project would sound like that? You know what, I'm not even gonna go there. 

My mom sighed sadly, "He's okay, right? Scott, I mean?" Oh god, she was asking Stiles about him now. She's already asked me about ten times today if he's okay, and each time I have to give her some sort of coded or vague answer. Which I hate doing, because I hate lying to her. 

Stiles glanced at me quickly before blinking several times and playing with the string of his jacket, "Yeah, totally." 

"He just doesn't talk to me, anymore. Not like he used to." My mom replied quietly, the ashen look on her face revealing just how upset she was about this. I know that I can go to my mom about pretty much anything, but maybe that's because I'm a girl and that makes things easier. But, all of this werewolf stuff- I can't tell her. I have Stiles and Scott, that's it.

"Well, he's had a bit of a rough week." Stiles shrugged as he offered my mom a small smile. 

She nodded, "Yeah, yeah. I get it. Yeah, um... be careful tonight."

"You too." I said as she fished her keys out of her bag, they jingled loudly in the silence of the room. 

"It's a full moon," She continued to speak.

"What?" Stiles and I spoke at the same time, she couldn't possibly mean- no. She doesn't know about Scott or about anything werewolf-y. She is just...just saying that. Right? Yeah, that's gotta be it.

"Uh, there's a full moon tonight. You should see how the ER get's, it brings out all the nut jobs." She said with a laugh as she made her way to the door.

I sighed in relief, "Right, yeah. I remember hearing that somewhere,"

"You know it's actually where they came up with the term lunatic," My mom stated as she walked out of the house and closed the door. Once I heard the lock click- I let out a breath that I had been holding. 

Stiles grabbed the bag off the floor and walked over to me, "Why didn't you answer my text?" He asked as we headed up the stairs to Scott's room, since he isn't home yet we can get a jump start on this whole lock up thing. 

"I was busy... Why do you have a key to my house?" I inquired. 

He laughed lightly, "For situations like these when you don't answer my text."

We then walked into Scott's room, of course the lights were off since he wasn't here. I fumbled around by the door until my finger hit the switch and lit up the room, Stiles then jumped back and grabbed my arm, "Oh my god! Dude. You scared the hell out of me." 

I glanced around his body to see Scott sitting in his chair in the corner, "I thought you weren't home?" I asked in total confusion.

"I came in through the window." Scott said oddly, he looked like he was trying to be scary or something. Why was he sitting in his room in the dark? This full moon crap is just getting way out of hand.  

"Okay... well let's get this set up," Stiles stated as he walked further into the room with the bag, I crouched down beside him as he unzipped it- revealing a lot of chains. Where does he get this kind of stuff?

"I'm fine. I'm just gonna lock the door and go to bed early tonight," Scott stated... his voice sounded darker, like he was speaking in a deeper tone if that makes sense. 

I rose an eyebrow, "Yeah... Scott I'm gonna be blunt you kind of have this whole serial killer vibe going on right now, and I don't feel all that comfortable sleeping down the hall from you like this."

"I'm fine. You should go now." He sounded like a totally different person and it was really starting to freak me out. I glanced at Stiles and he nodded slowly, "Alright. I'll leave. But would you just at least look in the bag and see what I bought? You know, maybe you use it, maybe you don't? Sound good?" 

Scott slowly got out of the chair and walked towards the bag, he crouched down and picked up the large amounts of chain in the bag- he looked pissed. "You think I'm gonna let you chain me up like a dog?" He asked angrily.

"Actually, no." Stiles stated and then he lunged at my brother with a pair of handcuffs, he then hooked him up to the radiator underneath his window. My eyes widened in total shock as I watched the entire exchange go down. What the hell just happened?

Scott started yanking on the handcuffs, "What the hell are you doing?!"

"Protecting you from yourself, and a little payback... for lying to me about Kasey." Stiles replied in a hateful tone. Whoa whoa whoa. Hold up, what? Lying about me? What did he lie about? 

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"What do you mean he lied about me?" I asked Stiles as he pulled me out of the bedroom and into the hallway. I have no idea what the hell is going on right now, but I have a feeling I'm not going to like where the situation is headed at all. 

Stiles groaned as he ran his hands over his face, "He told me that you... it's stupid. I shouldn't have said anything, I can't believe I even entertained the idea. I know it isn't true." He muttered. 

"Babe, tell me." Whoa. My eyes widened at the little pet name, I didn't mean to say it- it just slipped out. Stiles smiled widely at the pet name though, thank god. It would have been awkward if he was put off by it. 

"He told me that you were getting tired of me."

I blinked slowly, "Huh?"

Stiles groaned and rubbed his hand over his head, "Like, you were tired of dealing me being a loser and not being first line and not being popular and saying how you deserve better than me, stuff like that."

"When did he say that?" I asked through my teeth, I was trying extremely hard to not storm into the bedroom and lose my marbles on Scott right now. 

"Right after he told me that you made out with Jackson in Coach's office." He mumbled, his eyes falling to the floor. 

My mind was racing. My heart was pounding and I could hear a faint ringing in my ears. I could feel my body heating up, my chest burning like the heart of a furnace. I never knew that a person could feel this much anger and animosity for someone, let alone their own brother.

"I didn't kiss Jackson." I stated, praying that he would believe me. I hate Jackson, why the hell would I kiss him? 

Stiles met my gaze, "I know... I mean, I know that now. I believed him at first, I don't know... I guess I'm just--" 

I wanted to listen to his explanation, I honestly did, but I couldn't stop myself from turning away from him and storming into Scott's bedroom. He was smirking at me, relishing in the fact that he had hurt not only his best friend, but also his sister. My lips parted as the words poured out of me like a gushing waterfall, "Why would you lie to him about that? You know how I feel about him, Scott. He's like... the one guy that I-I.. you know what? I'm not even going to waste my breath on you. Once this full moon is over and your werewolf hormones go back to normal, you'll realize how big of an asshole you've been."

Scott's face contorted into one of amusement, "I wasn't lying."

"Yes you were, Scott. I never kissed Jackson." I snapped in annoyance. 

He smirked, "Okay, I admit... that was a little bending of the truth on my part... but as for you not loving him and wanting more... wanting someone better... that wasn't a lie."

I had been honest with Scott about my feelings for Stiles. I had voiced my fear that maybe I wasn't enough for him, not the other way around... I had one moment of doubt about our relationship and I had went to my brother in confidence about it, but then I realized I was being stupid and Scott assured me that Stiles was madly in love with me. This revalation was making me light headed. I needed to sit down because the room was starting to spin and all of my anger had fizzled away and I was now drowning in confusion.

I don't know if I love him back.

We've only been dating for five days! I just admitted to myself that I really cared about him two weeks ago. Why does he love me like that? Well, maybe it's because he has been 'obsessing over me since the sixth freaking grade' but-but this isn't fair. I have had no time to even try to think about my feelings for him on that level. I was still worried about the fact that we would be holding hands in the hallways at school.

"You don't... you don't know that," I stammered as I tried to collect my thoughts properly. Everything in the room is spinning and the only thing I can clearly see is my brothers snide facial expression, why is he doing this? Why does he want to hurt us like this? 

He laughed sarcastically, "Please Kasey, you don't love anybody! You've been so detached from everyone ever since mom and dad got a divorce!"

That was the last thing Scott was able to say to me before I stormed out of the room, my eyes were stinging and I knew I was about to cry. It's the full moon Kasey, remember that. Scott wouldn't say these things if it were any other night. I was trying to convince myself that my brother wouldn't say those things to me if he had himself under control. But he wouldn't be saying these things now, if he hadn't thought them in the past, right? He honestly thought that I didn't love Stiles... and maybe he is right? 

I don't know. I haven't had the best example of love growing up, so I really don't know what it looks or feels like... but I'm confident that what Stiles and I are on the road to getting to, is love.

I pressed my back to the wall and slid down to the floor, choking down the sob that wanted to escape me. Keep it together, don't break. I haven't been detached, I just... I have issues getting to know people and letting people in. There isn't anything wrong with that. I really hope that Scott stops saying things like this, because I don't know how much more I can take.

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A total of ten minutes had passed before Stiles couldn't stand to be in the room with Scott any longer. He didn't sit on the same side of the door as I did when he walked out of the room, apparently he wants to keep his distance. I can't look at him right now anyway, it just makes my chest hurt- and I am so tired of my chest hurting.

"Kasey... I'm sorry, it's the full moon, I swear. You know I wouldn't do any of this on purpose." Scott pleaded from inside the bedroom. I bit down on my lip and shook my head from side to side, I can't let him out. I can't do it.

Scott sighed, "Stiles please... it's starting to hurt. It's not like the first time, it's the full moon. It's Allison breaking up with me, I know... I know that it's not just taking a break. She broke up with me. And it's killing me. I feel completely hopeless, just please let me out."

"I can't." Stiles said quietly.

Scott then started to scream and yell out in pain, I squeezed my eyes shut and held my hands over my ears. "No! No! No!" He was panicking and I could hear him trying to get away- but he was stuck to the radiator. Tears were threatening to spill at the sound of him in so much pain but I kept my eyes shut, not allowing them. 

The screaming then stopped and it was silent, Stiles and I both jumped up and pushed the door open- only to see the handcuffs laying on the ground with some blood on the floor. Great. "Ah, no." Stiles muttered.

I sighed, "You do and look for him- I'll stay here in case he comes back."

"Kasey I don't think-" 

I closed my eyes and let out a deep breath, "Stiles just go."

He sighed as he headed down the stairs and slammed the front door shut. I slid back down the wall and took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. Scott will be fine. He's just- running around, probably with Derek. I don't think Derek will let him do anything stupid.

I honestly don't know how long I sat in the hallway waiting, but eventually Derek showed up with my brother. I jumped off the floor and helped get Scott to his bed, "Please tell me you didn't kill anyone." I mumbled as I swallowed nervously.

Derek nodded, "He didn't kill anyone."

"I can't do this. I can't be like this, and be with Allison. I need you to tell me the truth Derek, is there a cure?" Scott asked quickly- his voice sounded back to it's normal self and he didn't look as scary as he did before. 

Derek sighed, "For someone who was bitten? I've heard of one- but I don't know it it's true."

"Well what is it?" Scott demanded impatiently.

"You have to kill the one that bit you." Derek stated, my eyes widened as I glanced at Scott. He was going to have to kill the alpha in order to be normal again? That sounds damn near impossible. There is no way that he can do that- the alpha has control over him, and plus Scott doesn't really know what he's doing anymore.

"Kill the alpha?" Scott asked incredulously.

Derek nodded, "If you help me find him, I'll help you kill him."

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Eh, there is some Stasey drama- but it's not toooo bad. It's mostly just Kasey having to deal with the fact that she has issues letting people in. That's all. I can't wait to write about Season 2 and 3 though. I've seen season 1 so many times that going back and re-watching the episodes for the dialogue is becoming a dragggggg. aha. Anyway, fan, vote, and comment what you thought please! xx