Izzy, Stiles and Scott walk out on to the field with their lacrosse equipment. Once they get to the benches, Stiles pulls out a black strap with a digital display in the center.

"Put this on." Stiles says handing Scott the gadget.

Scott takes it and eyes it suspiciously. "...Isn't this one of the heart rate monitors for the track team?"

"Yeah, I borrowed it." Stiles says as Izzy scoffed.

"He stole it." Izzy says innocently.

"Temporarily misappropriated!" Stiles says defensively. "Anyways, Coach uses it to monitor his heart rate with his phone while he jogs, and you're gonna wear it for the rest of the day."

Stiles holds up Coach's phone and Scott stares at it warily. "Isn't that Coach's phone?"

"Yeah." Izzy nods. "I stole that one."

"And why's that?" Scott asks looking between the twoZ

"All right, well, your heart rate goes up when you go wolf, right? When you're playing lacrosse, when you're with Allison, whenever you get angry..." Stiles lists off. Izzy clears her throat gesturing for Stiles to get to the point. "Maybe learning to control it is tied to learning to control your heart rate."

Scott instantly has a smile on his face. "Like The Incredible Hulk?"

"Nothing like the Hulk." Izzy shakes her head.

Stiles nudges her and shrugs at Scott. "Kind of like The Incredible Hulk, yeah."

"No, I'm like The Incredible Hulk!" Scott smiles proudly.

"Great look what you did." Izzy whispers to Scott and turns back to the werewolf. "Would you shut up and put the strap on?"

A few minutes pass and Scott stands with his hands behind his back as Stiles duct taped his wrist together. Stiles walks back to Izzy and Scott looks between them a bit scared. "This isn't exactly how I wanted to spend my free period..."

They ignore him as Stiles picks Izzy's lacrosse stick and passes it to the girl. Izzy smirks. "This is gonna be fun."

"All right. You ready?" Stiles asks glancing down at the heart rate monitor.

"No."

"Remember-- don't get angry." Stiles reminds as he places a handful of lacrosse down between himself and Izzy as he picks up his lacrosse stick.

"I'm starting to think this was a really bad—." Scott gets cut off by Izzy launching a ball right at his leg. "Oh, man. Okay, that one kind of hurt..."

"Yeah, this is fun." Izzy smiles.

"Quiet. Remember, you're supposed to be thinking about your heart rate, all right? About staying calm." Stiles says to Scott as he prepares to hit the boy next.

"Stay calm. Staying calm. Staying totally calm. There's no balls flying at my face--." Scott mutters to himself when suddenly Stiles's ball rams into his knee. "AHHH! Son of a bitch!"

"You know what? I think your aim is actually improving, Sti." Izzy points out with a smile.

"I think so to, Iz." Stiles smiles back proudly.

"Wonder why..." Scott says sarcastically

"Don't get angry." Stiles's mocks as Izzy throws another ball at Scott hitting him right in the stomach.

"I'm not getting angry." Scott says frustratedly.

Stiles and Izzy fling a few more balls at Scott. Scott sudden becomes weak and doubles over as he gasps and another ball hits him in the thigh. "Stop. Just-- can we just hold--."

Stiles moves to pick up another ball with the lacrosse, but he pauses along with Izzy when they both hear a rough rumbling noise coming from the boy.

A beeping noise and growl together catch the attention of the red head and buzz cut boy. Izzy looks down at Scott's heart rate and sees the numbers increasing at a rapid speed. Izzy shows Stiles, who's eyes widen.

"Scott?" Stiles calls to him as they look away from the phone. Scott was kneeling in the grass, his handling digging into the grass and dirt. Duck tape strands still around his wrist.

"Don't. Stay back." Scott grunts and lets out a growl. Izzy pulls Stiles behind her ready to protect him, if needed.

Gradually Scott starts to catch his breath and calms down. The other two teens share a look before Stiles rushes over and Izzy right behind the boy. Scott looks up at them with sweat covering his face.

"You started to change, didn't you?" Izzy asks crouching down next to Stiles.

Scott nods. "Yeah, from anger. But it was more than that-- it was like, the angrier I got, the stronger I felt."

"No it is anger, then." Stiles states. "Derek's right."

"Of course he is." Izzy mumbles.

Scott sighs glumly. "I can't be around Allison."

"Why? Because she makes you happy?" Stiles questions standing up, helping Izzy do the same.

"No..." Scott shakes his head. "Because she makes me weak."

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"Let's go! Sit, sit, sit, sit. We got a lot to cover today. Let's go! Quicker!" Coach rushes the class into their seats as he drops a pile of books on the teachers desk.

Izzy and Allison walk in. Izzy chuckles at something Allison says. Scott catches the two making his eyes widened as they walk and sit behind the two boys.

"I haven't seen you all day!" Allison whispers.

Scott turns his head towards her and speaks nervously. "Uh, yeah, I've been, uh, super busy..."

"When are you gonna get your phone fixed?" Allison questions. "I feel like I'm totally disconnected from you."

"He can't lie, can't he?" Izzy whispers to Stiles.

"Nope." Stiles immediately says as he lets out a chuckle. "But she's to gullible to notice."

"Oh, I changed lab partners, by the way." Allison says making Izzy's head snap to her. Allison had said they were going to work together and now it's completely different.

"Oh." Scott says sadly. "To who?"

"To you, dummy!" Allison exclaims.

"Me? I mean, are you sure?" Scott asks i surprise.

"Yeah, are you sure because you promised me." Izzy crosses her chest over her forehead.

"Yeah! This way, I have an excuse to bring you home and study and you are going to be with Stiles." Allison smiles and looks to Scott. "You don't mind, do you?"

Scott shakes his head. "I just-- I don't want to bring your grade down..."

"Well, I mean, maybe I can bring your grade up. Come to my place tonight. Eight-thirty?" Allison asks.

"Tonight?" Scott shares a look with both Stiles and Izzy who were shaking their heads.

"Eight-thirty." Allison says assertively.

"Let's settle down!" Coach shouts. "Let's start with a quick summary of last night's reading."

Students raise their hands, Coach sighs. "Greenberg, put your hand down. Everyone knows you did the reading. How about, uh...McCall?"

Scott looks up alarmed. "What?"

"The reading?" Coach raises an eyebrowZ

"...Last night's reading?" Scott questions in confusion.

"How about, uh, the reading of The Gettysburg Address?" Coach crosses his arms over his chest.

"What?" Scott asks in confusion.

"That's sarcasm." Coach states. "You familiar with the term 'sarcasm,' McCall?"

"Very." Scott glances back at both Stiles and Izzy, they both smile proudly.

"Did you do the reading, or not?" Coach asks get tired of the boy and his antics.

"Uh, I think I forgot..." Scott mumbles loud enough for Coach to answer.

"Nice work, McCall! It's not like you're not averaging a D in this class. You do know I can't keep you on the team if you have a D." Coach states leaning against his desk as the class laughs at the rom. "You have to have straight A's like Izzy and or even Jackson."

Stiles taps the red haired girls arm making her snap her head toward him. Stiles shows her the phone that shows once Scott's steady heart beat start to rise. Izzy groans.

"How about you summarize, uh, the previous night's reading?" Coach asks as Scott shakes his head. "No? How about the, uh, the night before that? How about you summarize anything you've ever read in your entire life?"

"I-I... uh..." Scott starts all flustered. He blinks rapidly and looks between the two behind him. They watch as his heart rate on the phone begins to speed up, more and more.

"No? A blog? How about, uh, how about, uh... the back of a cereal box?" Coach says further making Scott worse.

"Coach, give him time to speak." Izzy speaks up, surprising herself as she stands up for the boy.

Coach ignores her. "No? How about the adults-only warning from your favorite website you visit every night? Anything? Thank you, McCall. Thank you.Thank you for extinguishing any last flicker of hope I have for your generation. You just blew it for everybody. Thanks. Next practice, you can start with suicide runs... unless that's too much reading."

Izzy and Stiles their hearts dropping as they watch the heart rate monitor that was in Stiles's room. Suddenly the numbers that were once rapidly increasing start to rapidly decrease.

They share a look and look to Scott, they see Allison had reached under Scott's desk and intertwined her fingers with his. Realization hits Izzy. Allison was Scott's anchor.

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Stiles was currently dragging Izzy with him outside as Scott followed. Izzy had closed her locker when suddenly she started being dragged away. She went to scream until she saw who the culprit was.

They walk around the school and to the edge of the parking lot. There were several rather large dumpsters while seniors hung around laughing.

"What are we doing here?" Izzy questions.

"You'll see..." Stiles pulls Izzy behind a truck and then walks over to Scott. "Hold on..." He moves Scott over a couple feet over.

"What are you doing?" Scott asks the question, Izzy was still thinking.

"Okay, stand right there." Stiles instructs. "Do you have your keys?" Scott nods and pulls them out his pocket. "Perfect. Hold 'em up like so."

Izzy knew exactly what Stiles was gonna do. He's going to test Scott and see if he could find Allison as his anger free because of the Seniors.

"Now." Stiles starts. "Whatever happens, just think about Allison. Try to find her voice like you did at the game. Got it?"

Scott looks over him warily. "Okay..."

"Just keep holding it right there." Stiles walks over and takes out his own keys. Not a second passes and Stiles drags his keys across the side of one of the seniors truck, digging a long hideous scratch into the side of the car. 

Izzy chuckles as Stiles runs over to her and where she stood. "Hey, hey, hey, dude! What do you think you're doing to that truck, bro???"

The seniors turn around and sees Scott holding his car keys. "What the hell?"

Scott takes a step back. Stiles and Izzy share a devilish smile. The group of male seniors are instantly on him. Scott puts his arms around him trying to protect himself as they beat him up rather harshly.

"Ow! My God. Wow." Stiles mumbles watching his best friend get beat up.

"Thanks for dragging me to this." Izzy smiles at Stiles who chuckles and looks back at his friend getting beat up, his smile instantly dropping from his face.

Izzy eyes the phone in her hand and notices how Scott's heart rate begins to quicken. She nudges Stiles and shows him.

"Ahh, come on. Stay calm. Stay calm." Stiles mutters. "Scott, come on, buddy..."

"Don't speak. Your voice is only going to interrupt him trying to find Allison's." Izzy says making Stiles nods. "By the way, this is great revenge. Evil...but great."

"Thank you very much." Stiles smiles proudly. "I try."

"Stop! Hey, stop it right now!" Mr.Harris rushes to where the fight is. "What do you idiots think you're doing?" He breaks up the fight.

Scott lies in the floor, blood dripping from his nose along with sweat all over his face. He slowly turns to look at Stiles and Izzy as he winces. Izzy holds up the phone up, it shows his heart beat beating at its normal pace.

Stiles and Izzy high five...it worked.

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"Excuse me, sir?" Scott speaks up breaking the silence that filled the room. Izzy, Stiles and Scott sit in the empty class room. Izzy helping Scott take care of his nose. She would have used magic, but obviously there was a teacher. "Uh, I know it's detention and all, but, uh... I'm supposed to be at work, and I don't want to get fired."

Mr.Harris doesn't say anything and continues to read his paper. Scott sits quietly as Izzy moves and sits on the other side of Stiles. "You knew I would heal."

"Yep." Stiles answers.

"So, you did that to help me learn?"

"Yep."

"But partially to punish me."

"Yeah. Well, that one's obvious." Izzy lays her head against Stiles's shoulder. Scott hears his best friends heart slightly spike along with Izzy's.

"Dude, you're my best friend, and I can't have you being angry with me." Scott says looking at the side of his best friends head.

Stiles glances at the girl on his shoulder and looks to Scott. "I'm not angry anymore. You have something, Scott, okay? Whether you want it or not, you can do things that nobody else can do. So, that means you don't have a choice anymore-- it means you have to do something."

Scott nods. "I know. And I will."

"You to." Stiles nudges Izzy slightly. "You have to do something with your amazing gifts."

Izzy picks her head off his shoulder and smiles at the boy. "I promise."

"Good." Stiles nods.

"All right, all of you-- out of here." Harris points to the door not looking away from his paper.

The three instantly get up, Scott runs out, wanting to go to work. Stiles waits for Izzy by the door. Izzy smiles and links her arm with his as they walk out.

"So? DC movie marathon?" Stiles questions with a smile.

"No! You said we could do Marvel!" Izzy exclaims.

"Fine. We can do Marvel." Stiles sighs as they walk outside.

"Yayy!" Izzy cheers and skips to Stiles's car.

"I really wish I haven't told you that." Stiles's mumbles.

"Heard that!" Izzy shouts as she waits for him to unlock the car.

"For a second I forgot you were a vampire." Stiles says.

"You always do and I don't why." Izzy shrugs and gets into the car.