Season 1, episode 8: lunatic

"He just doesn't talk to me that much anymore, not like he used to."

WALKING OUT OF my house, I head to school, backpack over my shoulders, hands in my jacket pockets. Once I get there, I head inside, going to my locker. However, a hand suddenly grabs my shoulder, pulling me down a hall. I look to see Stiles' hand on my shoulder.

"Stiles? What are you doing?" I ask, grabbing his wrist to stop him.

"My dad's here. Something about the other night." Stiles replies in a quick tone.

"Stiles, we have a test. Remember?" I remind. "We need to get to class soon."

"Just come check this out with me." Stiles says, pulling me again.

Once again, I grab his wrist. "I'll meet you in class."

And with that, I let my grip loosen on his wrist as I walk off, heading to my locker again, where I grab my books before walking into the classroom. I see Allison sitting in the front. She meets my eyes and gives me a smile, which I give her one back before taking a seat near the back of the class.

Eventually, I see Stiles walk in, taking the seat beside him. He tells me what he found out from his dad. Or at least, tried to find out before I see Scott walk in. He stops in front of Allison's desk, but Mr. Harris cut in. Stiles and I nod at him as he takes a seat in front of Stiles.

"You have forty-five minutes to complete the test. Twenty-five percent of your grade can be earned right now simply by writing your name on the cover of the blue book." Mr. Harris announces as he holds up the test. "However, as happens every year, one of you will inexplicably fail to put your name on the cover, and I'll be left yet again questioning my decision to ever become a teacher. So let's get the disappointment over with. Begin."

Doing as told, me and everyone in the class open up our tests, starting on the first question. As I'm half way through, Scott suddenly stands up, grabbing his bag before running out the door.

"Mr. McCall?" Mr. Harris calls.

Stiles grabs my hand, the two of us standing up, running out the door, after our best friend.

"Mr. Stilinski! Ms. Finstock!" I hear Mr. Harris call after us.

Once we're out of the classroom, the two of us start calling for Scott, then glancing to our left, seeing his backpack laying in the middle of the hall. I grab it, holding it in my hands as Stiles calls Scott, the familiar ringtone playing through our ears a little ahead of us. Quickly, the two of us follow the sound, which led us to the boys locker room, hearing the shower running as Scott's phone stops ringing.

Stiles and I share a little look as I put Scott's bag over my shoulder, the two of us slowly walking forward, Stiles keeping me protectively behind him in case of anything. Slowly, we walk to the showers, soon letting out sighs of relief once we see a shirtless Scott under the running shower, his bare back facing us. Upon hearing our footsteps, Scott slowly turns to us.

"Stiles, Y/n, I can't..." Scott gasps, panting heavily.

"What's happening? Are you changing?" Stiles asks.

"No. No, I can't breathe." Scott replies, gasping and letting out a choking type sound.

Quickly grabbing his bag after an idea comes through my mind, I open a little pocket where I know Scott keeps his inhaler, taking out the said inhaler before holding it out for him.

"Here, use this." I instruct. Scott just stares at me. "Come on, do it."

Obeying, Scott shakily takes the inhaler from my hands, using it before letting out a big gasp.

"I was having an asthma attack?" Scott questions once he catches his breath.

"No, you were having a panic attack." Stiles corrects. "But thinking you were having an asthma attack actually stopped the panic attack. Irony."

"How did you know to do that?" Scott asks me, referring to the inhaler.

I shrug. "I don't know. Just the memories of seeing you having an asthma attack, I figured it would work."

"And it did." Stiles adds with raised brows.

"I looked at her, and it was like someone hit me in the ribs with a hammer." Scott admits, referring to Allison.

"Yeah, it's called heartbreak. About two billion songs written about it." Stiles shrugs.

"I can't stop thinking about her." Scott admits.

"Well, you could think about this, her dad's a werewolf hunter, and you're a werewolf, so it was bound to become an issue." Stiles reminds, only for me to give him a look. "That wasn't helpful. Dude, I mean, yeah, you got dumped, and it's supposed to suck."

"No, that's not it. It was like I could feel everything in the room, everyone else's emotions." Scott explains.

"It's got to be the full moon." I state.

"Yeah. So we'll lock you up in your room later just like we planned." Stiles informs. "That way the Alpha, who is your boss, can't get to you, either."

"I think we need to do a lot more than lock me in my room." Scott replies.

"What, you mean because if you get out, you'd be caught by hunters?" Stiles questions.

"No. Because if I get out," Scott begins, taking steps to us. "I think I might kill someone."

* * *

Later that day, I found myself walking through the halls by myself, books in hand. I was heading to my locker before I was gonna go to the lacrosse field, knowing Stiles and Scott had practice soon.

"Hey, Y/n!" I hear Scott call from behind me, making me turn around, seeing him jogging towards me. "I need to ask you something."

"Sure, what's up?" I ask.

"Do you... Do you know if Allison still likes me?" Scott questions.

I scoff with a smile. "Of course she still likes you, Scott."

"Really?" Scott asks, a smile growing on his face.

"She's always liked you. Still does." I reply.

"Really?" Scott repeats, smile growing bigger.

I laugh. "Yes, Scott. Really."

With a grin, Scott tackles me in a hug, practically squeezing the life out of me before pulling away, hands on my forearms, giving me a big grin before jogging off down the hall. I laugh at my best friend, continuing to head to my locker before making my way to the locker room.

I quickly got my lacrosse uniform on, grabbing my bag and heading out to the benches, where Lydia and I meet eyes, the two of us waving at each other. I seat myself on the bench, grabbing a lacrosse stick to practice for a little bit. Eventually, I put my helmet on, standing in line right behind Stiles.

When practice starts, Stiles and I as a few players go before it's Scott's turn. Scott runs forward after picking up a ball, only to be roughly pushed to the ground. My dad laughs loudly, leaning over Scott, speaking to him. I watch Stiles in front of me, seeing him about to pick a ball up, however, Scott pushes him up slightly with his lacrosse stick before picking up a ball himself.

Dad blows the whistle, making Scott run forward. With the first two guys, he harshly sends them to the ground before hitting the goalie, who happened to be Danny, with his lacrosse stick, throwing the ball in the goal. Every lacrosse player, including dad and the paramedic all run to Danny as Stiles and I run to the Scott.

"Is he okay?" I hear Lydia ask.

"Yeah, it looks like he just has a bloody nose." Jackson replies, glancing at her.

Stiles and I exchange a look before we glance to where Scott walked off.

* * *

After school, later in the evening as it was now dark out, Stiles and I walked into Scott's house, the bag all ready for the full moon tonight. Somehow, Stiles had a key to Scott's house, which I learned to just not even question.

"Scott?" I hear Scott's mom, Melissa, call as she walks around the corner, seeing us.

"Stiles." Stiles replies.

"And Y/n." I add, smiling at her.

"Key!" Melissa observes, pointing at the key in Stiles' hand.

"Yeah. I had one made, so..." Stiles responds.

"That doesn't surprise me. It scares me, but it doesn't surprise me." Melissa comments.

"You're not the only one." I murmur, making her smile at me.

Stiles then drops the duffle bag to the floor, the chains inside being heard.

"What is that?" Melissa asks.

"School project." I reply before scrunching my face.

School project? Seriously.

"Stiles, Y/n, he's okay, right?" Melissa questions in concern.

"Who? Scott? Yeah. Totally." Stiles responds.

"He just doesn't talk to me that much anymore, not like he used to." Melissa admits.

"Well, he's had a bit of a rough week." I remind softly.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. Yeah." Melissa nods. "Okay. Be careful tonight."

"You, too." Stiles replies.

"Y/n," Melissa begins, looking at me. "I trust you." Melissa gestures to Stiles, then upstairs near Scott's room, referring to my other best friend.

"You got it." I nod.

"Full moon." Melissa then says.

"What?" Stiles questions in panic.

"There's a full moon tonight." Melissa repeats. "You should see how the ER gets. Brings out all the nut jobs."

"Oh. Right." Stiles chuckles nervously.

"You know, it's actually where they came up with the word "lunatic"." Melissa explains before walking out of the house.

Stiles and I exchange a little look before he grabs the bag, his other hand grabbing mine before we head upstairs. Stiles opens Scott's bedroom door, turning on the light.

"Oh, my God!" Stiles suddenly exclaims, jumping back, making me jump. I peek over his shoulder, seeing Scott sitting there, staring at us. "Dude. You scared the hell out of me."

"Your mom said you weren't home yet." I recall as Stiles places the bag down.

"I came in through the window." Scott replies.

"Okay. Well, let's get this set up. I want you to see what I bought." Stiles states.

"I'm fine." Scott says in a deep tone, making us look up at him. "I'm just gonna lock the door and go to bed early tonight."

"You sure about that? Cause you've got this kind of serial killer look going on in your eyes, and I'm hoping it's the full moon taking effect, cause it's really starting to freak me out." Stiles admits in a shaky voice.

"I'm fine." Scott repeats. "You two should go now."

"Alright, we'll leave." Stiles agrees, glancing at me. "Well, look, 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?"

We watch as Scott slowly stands up before crouching down on the other end of the bag, holding up the chains to us.

"You think I'm gonna let you guys put these on and chain me up like a dog?" Scott questions.

"Actually, no." Stiles responds.

All of a sudden, he lunges forward, handcuffs in his hand as he places one on Scott's wrist, the other on the vent beside our best friend. Stiles quickly stands to his feet, pulling me up with him as he stands in front of me protectively.

"What the hell are you doing?" Scott shouts.

"Protecting you from yourself." Stiles replies before turning to me. "I'll be right back. Stay far away from him."

In response, I nod as Stiles walks out of the room, glancing back at me one last time. I stand at the doorway, occasionally glancing at Scott as he continues to tug on the handcuffs, his wrist getting all red and bloody.

"Y/n, please let me out." Scott pleads, looking up at me.

I shake my hand, burying my face in my hands as Scott continues pleading for me to let him out, feeling his eyes on me. I wanted to, but I couldn't. He's not in control. Keep it together, Y/n.

Stiles walks back in, holding up a bottle of water. "I brought you some water." He places the bottle in front of Scott before grabbing my hand, starting to walk out of the room.

"I'm gonna kill you!" Scott exclaims in anger, throwing the bottle in our direction.

Stiles sighs, pulling me out of the hall, our backs against the wall as we sit on the floor in the hallway.

"Stiles, Y/n, please let me out. It's the full moon, I swear." Scott continues. "Please, guys, let me out. 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 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."

As he talked, I buried my face in my hands more, not wanting to continue hearing his pleads as I know then I would let him out. Stiles wraps an arm around me, pulling me into his side.

"We can't." Stiles quietly replies, but Scott heard loud and clear.

Soon, Scott started grunting and groaning really loudly before it was replaced by screams. I bury my head into Stiles' shoulder, trying to block out Scott's screams until his screams turned into growls and the familiar sound of the handcuffs were heard as it turned silent.

"Scott, are you okay?" Stiles calls, getting no response. "Scott?"

He gets up, me following. As Stiles opens Scott's bedroom door, he keeps me behind him protectively. Once the door is fully opened, no Scott was in sight except for left behind handcuffs, blood on the floor and the vent, leading out to the open window. Stiles grabs my hand, the two of us running out of the house and into his jeep.

Stiles drives, tapping his hand on the wheel as he looked nervous. Glancing at him, I grab his hand, interlocking our fingers as I squeeze it, feeling him squeeze back. While he continues driving, I keep my hand in his, rubbing the back of his hand with the pad of my thumb.

Eventually, we make it to a small parking lot where a lot of the police were at, some rolling a body in a small bed to an ambulance. Stiles quickly gets out, his hand leaving mine as he searches for his dad. I follow, walking forwards slightly, soon watching Stiles tackle his dad in a hug. Once they pull away, they start to talk as I continue to stand a couple feet away, watching their father and son interaction with a small smile.