HEEEEYYYY THERE PARTY KANGARO- AAAHHH!!! hahaha Alexander and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day....Best. Childhood. Book. Ever. Niiceee. And who's freaking over the movie Annabelle!!?!?!? My friend saw it and she's scarred now....my friend called her a wimp. Men and their pride....shameful. anywhat!!! Words of wisdom for today: Black out day at school=a heavon from above!!! ;)

Liam's P.O.V.

"That's a horrible plan!"

"It's better than just waiting here!"

"Is it!? Is it really!?"

"Yes. Yes it is because if we split up and ride the trolley's all day one of us is sure to get on her trolley and get more info on this chick!"

"What if she's planning something!?"

"Then let her plan I can beat her ass to Mexico and back!"

I groaned. This is pointless. Scott and Mali fighting aren't getting us anywhere.

I would've said something but I'm not in much of a talking mood.

When Derek told me the story it was sad, yes. But it was obvious Derek was being controlled by somebody, or something. There's a chance it could be that lady we're after. I mean.....I hope anyway.

Of course I told Derek that and he threatened to grind her bones into dust....and of course I replied my telling him that no one cared about his biceps and to get the hell out of my room.

In the nicest way possible I might add.

"Stop!" I looked up to see Derek had finally spoken. He's been quiet too...I can clearly understand why.

"Stop fighting! Malia's right we can't just wait we need to start searching. We ride the trolley's until we find the lady. I know it's your pack Scott but you've gotta be rational about this?"

Scott took a long look around the room and I sighed.

This was so boring. From now on I was sticking to just being apart of the pack. I was overstepping Scott, I know that now. But not again.

My job is to make friends and be a real pack member. That's my job. Be a superhuman with a half human life. I don't need to be dating anybody to be happy.

I now know that Stiles has feelings for me.....but that doesn't change a thing. We're friends. That's what we should be and only that.

"Okay fine," Once Scott gave in we headed out.

Scott with Lydia.

Derek with Malia and Kira.

Me with Stiles.

He seemed happy today. Like him and Derek patched things up. Once everyone headed their separate ways we waited for the trolley. It was a peaceful silence until Stiles started talking.

"Liam....there's something you need to know-"

"If it's about what Derek did to you then I already know,"

Stiles blushed slightly and gulped. "Oh um.....I didn't realize you knew....well then.....Derek and I patched things up-"

"Great,"

"Well um....yeah. He told me someone was controlling him he swore it and-"

"He's right. Someone was. Here cares about you too much to do all that,"

Stiles groaned. "Listen, Liam you don't have to be jealous of me and Derek. I'd rather we just be-"

"Jealous?" I turned to a slightly stunned Stiles. I scoffed.

"I think you're mistaken. I'm not jealous of you and Derek. I'm happy for you guys. I see how you two love each other. It's real,"

"Oh come on. Common denial. You're jealous admit it,"

"I'm not jealous....I'm happy for you two,"

"Pff. Whatever. You're just a kid anyway,"

"Well I'm not the one who's trying to deny the fact that you want me to be jealous,"

Stiles seemed by the comment and was about to reply when I saw the trolley come from around the corner.

"Shut your peep hole the trolley's here,"

Stiles looked shocked for a second but then his facial expression returned to neutral. As the trolley pulled up I saw that it wasn't the lady we were looking for.

In fact, it was a dude. Brown hair. Brown eyes. I smiled slightly. Kind of reminded me of Brett.

Wait a minute....

I looked closer at the person's features. He really looked like Brett. Brown hair. Brown eyes. Tall. Smooth face. Skinny....sort of.

Stiles was already up the steps and looked back at me.

"Are you coming or what?" I snapped out of my haze and junped onto the giant open-aired bus. The second both my feet were on the driver started moving. I grabbed the railings beside me to keep myself steady.

I sat next to Stiles as he stared at me awkwardly and annoyed.

"What the hell was that?!" He hissed in a whisper.

I was about to respond when the driver started to speak. "My name is Trett and I'll be your tour guide for today. Please stay in your seats and enjoy the ride,"

After that he started explaining the things he saw and I looked over at Stiles slowly in an annoyed state. He rolled his eyes at me and I took out my phone.

"Okay I'll call Scott,"

"No," He grabbed the wrist that was holding the phone and tingles shot up my arm.  I gulped but pretended it meant nothing.

"Uh.....n-no?"

"Yes. No. As in n-o. No. If that's.....you know who then woth his little doggy hearing he'll be able to hear the call and that's not a good thing last time I checked,"

"But he's on our side.....that's why he's here......more or less,"

"If he was on our side then he wouldn't be here in the first place,"

A sudden ache developed deep in my chest. A worry. An agony. "Oh my god....oh no,"

"What? What's wrong?"

I turned to him in a frenzy. "Brett was supposed to be taking care of Mason while we were gone.....so either Mason's back in Beacon Hills...or-"

-or he's here with Brett,"

Suddenly Stiles' phone started to ring and Brett's eyes took a sharp turn in the rearview mirror and stared directly at us. We both froze as the phone kept ringing.

"Who is it!?" I hissed at Stiles.

"It's Scott! They probably found something!"

"We need to get out now!"

"Don't you think I know that!"

"Please silence your phone's. It's very rude to the other passengers trying to learn,"

Brett's eyes shit like daggers into our eyes. We nodded furiously and turned off our phones.

This wasn't gonna be a fun ride, I can tell you that.

Finally. He stopped the trolley.  The second he did we pushed past everyone and got off the trolley. Once we turned back I saw "Trett", and his sorry excuse for a name, smiling. It was a real, genuine smile.

Pure happiness.

And that scared me the most.

As soon as he drove away we called Scott, who had called back a bazillion times after Stiles turned off his phone.

It barely rang once before Scott picked up.

"Where the hell were you too!? I've been calling and it keeps going straight to voicemail!"

"I know and we're sorry but....I'll explain it all to you when we meet up again. So why were you calling in the first place?"

"We found the lady. We were finally able to get her alone. We've got her all tied up at the hotel, but the necklace wasn't on her anymore. We tried talking to her but she claims that she doesn't remember anything. I'm starting to think this necklace is possessing people,"

When Stiles looked at me I knew we were thinking the same thing. "Brett,"

He had it. He had the necklace. She must have passed it on to Brett.

"Wait. No he couldn't have it he was in Beacon Hills and she was.....here," Stiles pointed out.

He was right. Brett was way too far from this place to be able to get the necklace....unless...

"What? What are you guys talking about?!"

"Uh....nothing! We'll tell you when we get there. Bye!"

I hung up Stiles' phone and was about to tell him we should probably go when he grabbed my shoulders and shook me slightly staring me down.

"We need to get to that room!"

I was blushing madly now and was shocked and scared and freaked out but mostly.....speechless.

I stuttered a little, trying to find the right words to say. So I said all I could think of to say.

"O-okay," He just nodded and we dragged our sorry buts to the hotel.

Once we were there, words were shared and yells were distributed.

"But that's not possible! He was supposed to be in Beacon Hills with Mason!"

"And we still think he was!"

"Then she couldn't have passed it to him,"

"That's the thing! I think she did. I think it was Peter,"

"What!?" Everyone, even Stiles, said all around the same time.

I groaned. "Okay think about it. Peter obviously has something with or against Seven. Never the less he really wants to find him for some reason so....maybe he is on Seven's side. Or maybe he'll do whatever it takes yo get him back. Maybe it's not the necklace controlling them, but the people cosest to it,"

"So what you think Peter and Seven not only controlled them but they have ownership of the necklaces too?" Derek asked.

"Well....yeah. Maybe that's why Seven's so mad at my family,"

Derek groans. "Your always saying maybe. Have you ever actually been sure?"

I glared at him. "I was sure when I decided I didn't like you,"

He rolls his eyes and glares. I turn away.

"So what your family stole the necklaces?" Stiles says.

"And Peter and Marcus are trying to get them back," Lydia said.

"Exactly,"

"So we already know what the deal is, then we should be asking a totally different question," Scott says. He looks around but everyone, including me, are completely dumbfounded. He sighs. "If Brett's here, than where the hell is Mason,"

YAYAYAYAYAY NODA CHAPPIE SWAG!!!! got so happy idk why but wwwhhheeeeee!!!! SWAG! Chillin with my friend and I'm in the shopping basket like a durpy baby.  "Goo goo ga ga," she said with no emotion. Peace my durpy babies :*