Scott was grounded, not that that stopped him from hanging out with Allison when mom wasn't home. I was almost envious of Scott. Instead of getting grounded, mom just constantly asked if I was ok. Or if I was doing drugs. Or if there was something I needed to tell her. I always responded with the same thing, telling her I was fine, that the reason I had failed that one test was because I was stressed and didn't study as much as I should've. She didn't buy it. "Stay away from Allison. Stay away from Allison." I looked back at Scott, raising my eyebrows.

"You sound like a psycho." I muttered, looking up at my brother.

"Stay away from Allison." He continued, ignoring me completely. As we walked into English class, Stiles was in his seat. He saw both of us and I sat next to him so that Scott couldn't. Scott sighed and sat down right behind Stiles. "Still not talking to me?" Scott whispered, leaning forward. I looked over at Stiles and he rolled his eyes, pouting as he stared forward.

"That's a no." I told Scott, shrugging. I looked back at Stiles, putting my hands on his desk. "How's your dad?" I asked, bringing Stiles' attention to me.

"It's just a bruise, right? Some soft tissue damage? Nothin' that big..." I looked back at Scott, glaring at him. Not helping. Scott sighed and looked back at Stiles. "You know I feel really bad about it, right?" I looked back at Stiles, who looked like he was trying really hard not to talk to Scott.

"Okay. What if I told you that we're trying to figure this whole thing out, and..." I looked back at Scott, who nodded, letting me know I could tell Stiles. "That he went to Derek for help?" Stiles looked back at me, but continued to ignore Scott.

"If I was talking to him, I'd say that he's an idiot for trusting him. But obviously I'm not talking to him." I looked back at Scott, giving him a knowing glance. Stiles groaned as he turned around suddenly. "What did he say?"

✧

Scott pushed open the door, Stiles walking behind him, keeping the door open for me. I sent him a small smile before his attention was back on Scott. "He wants you to tap into your animal side and get angry?" Scott nodded as we walked past the swarm of students walking to their next class. Luckily for us, we had a free period. "All right, well, correct me if I'm wrong, but every time you do that, you try to kill someone, and that someone is usually me." I looked back at Stiles. "Sorry. That person is usually us." I looked back at my brother.

"I know. That's what he means when he says he doesn't know if he can teach me. I have to be able to control it." Scott replies, shrugging.

"Well, how's he gonna teach you to do that?" I asked. Derek didn't usually give straight answers.

"I don't know. I don't think he does either." I rolled my eyes.

"Okay. When are you seeing him again?" Stiles asked. I wanted to know what he was thinking.

"He told me not to talk about it. Just act normal and get through the day." Both Stiles and I looked back at Scott. I gave him a look that said, 'just tell us you dimwit'. "He's picking me up at the animal clinic after work."

"After work. All right, well, that gives me to the end of the school day then." Scott and I both looked back at Stiles.

"To do what?" We asked. Stiles gave us a look and I couldn't help but smile.

"Stop doing that." He sighed, making Scott and I smile at each other. "And I'm going to teach you myself."

✧

Lydia and Allison were sitting across from us at a different table. I could see Allison reading a book to Lydia, who looked totally uninterested. Scott sat across from me and Stiles, holding a book in front of his face so that Allison couldn't see him. I had a smirk on my face, mostly to keep myself from laughing. "I think the book's making it more obvious." Stiles said, looking back at Scott. I giggled a little, looking back at Allison to make sure she wasn't looking our way.

"Besides, she's reading, anyway." I told Scott, taking a bite of my apple.

"So did you come up with a plan yet?" Scott asked, peeking his head from behind the book. I looked back at Stiles, waiting for an answer to that question too. Stiles shrugged, looking back at me.

"I think so."

"Does that mean you don't hate me now?" Stiles and I both looked back at Scott.

"No. But your crap has infiltrated my life, so now I have to do something about it. Plus I'm definitely a better Yoda than Derek." I smiled, looking back at Stiles.

"Okay, yeah, you teach me." Scott nodded.

"Anything I can do to help?" Both Stiles and Scott looked at me.

"I'm sure I can come up with a few things for you to do." Stiles nodded, looking back at my brother. He didn't look like he wanted me to get into this but he nodded as well. "Your Yoda we will be." I giggled, making Stiles smile at me. We both looked back at Scott, as he stared at us, not laughing. "I said it backwards." Stiles tried to explain, but Scott just nodded.

"Yeah, I - I know." My smile didn't falter as Scott shook his head at us.

"All right, you know what? I definitely still hate you. Uh-huh. Oh, yeah." Stiles said, rolling his eyes as I smiled. Scott had moved the book so it wasn't covering his face anymore, which is when Allison saw him. His eyes went wide as he walked out of the cafeteria fast, trying to avoid Allison as she chased after him.

✧

I met up with Stiles and Scott at the lacrosse field. It was time for Scott's training, whatever Stiles had in mind. "Okay." Stiles said as he dug through his lacrosse bag. I set my backpack on the bleachers, rolling my sleeves up. "Now, put this on." Stiles held out what looked like a watch.

"Isn't this one of the heart rate monitors for the track team?" Scott asked, taking the monitor from Stiles.

"Yeah, I borrowed it."

"You mean you stole it." I asked, a small smirk rising on my lips. He shot me a glare.

"Temporarily misappropriated. 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."

"Isn't that coach's phone?" Scott asks as I take the phone from the bag. My eyebrow was raised as I looked at Stiles.

"That, I stole." Stiles said, snatching the phone from my hands. He shoved it in his back pocket.

"Why?" Scott asked, confused.

"All right, well, your heart rate goes up when you go wolf, right?" Scott nodded. "When you're playing lacrosse, when you're with Allison, whenever you get angry. Maybe learning to control it is tied to learning to control your heart rate."

"Like the Incredible Hulk." I rolled my eyes as Stiles nodded.

"Kind of like the Incredible Hulk, yeah."

"No, I'm like the Incredible Hulk." I sighed, looking back at Scott.

"Would you shut up and put the strap on?" I told Scott as he chuckled, attaching the monitor to his arm. Stile looked at me, tossing me the duct tape. I gave him a weird glance.

"Want to duct tape his hands behind his back for me?" I looked back at my brother, smirking. Scott glared at me but allowed me to duct tape his hands for the purpose of the exercise.

"This isn't exactly how I wanted to spend my free period." Scott said as he stood in the middle of the field. Stiles handed me a lacrosse stick as he took out the balls.

"All right. You ready?" Stiles asked. I passed him back the stick, moving out of the way slightly. Stiles handed me the phone and I watched the charts. Currently, Scott's heart rate was fine, at a normal level.

"Remember, don't get angry." I told Scott, looking back at Stiles as he put a ball in the net of the stick.

"I'm starting to think this was a really bad idea." Stiles threw a ball at Scott, hitting him in the stomach. I chuckled, seeing my brother's face scrunch up a little. He groaned as another one came flying, hitting him in the jaw. "Oh, man. Okay, that one kind of hurt." I could tell Stiles was taking his anger out.

"Quiet. Remember, you're supposed to be thinking about your heart rate, all right? About staying calm." Stiles picked up another ball, throwing it at Scott. He moved to the side a little, avoiding getting hit.

"Stay calm. Staying calm. Staying totally calm." Scott bounced on the balls of his feet, getting ready. "There's no balls flying at my face-" Scott groaned as a ball hit his cheek. "Son of a bitch!" I couldn't help but laugh.

"You know what?" Stiles looked over at me. "I think my aim is actually improving." I chuckled, shaking my head.

"Wonder why." Scott mumbled, glaring at the both of us.

"Bella, wanna try?" I looked up from the phone, a small embarrassed blush on my cheeks.

"I don't know how." I admitted. He nodded me over to him. I dropped the phone on the bag as Stiles handed me the stick. He stood behind me. He looked a little uncomfortable as he stood behind me, placing his hands on top of mine as I gripped the stick. I tried to keep my heart rate steady so Scott didn't pick anything up. There was a ball in the net.

"Just swing and I'll help you with the follow through." He whispered. I nodded. I swung the lacrosse stick, the ball flying out of the net of the stick, and directly hitting Scott in the face. My hand went over my mouth to stop myself from laughing as I saw Scott's face askew. I removed myself from Stiles' hands, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I did it!" I heard Scott grumble.

"Yeah and it hurt like a bitch too." Scott commented, making me turn to him smiling.

"Don't get angry." I yelled at Scott, picking up the phone from the floor. I turned back to Stiles, smiling at him. Stiles picked up the stick from the floor and threw another ball at Scott.

"I'm not getting angry." A couple balls later, I stared down at the phone, seeing his heart rate spiking. Scott fell to the ground, ripping the duct tape off. My eyes went wide as I ran to Scott, falling to the floor. My hand went to his arm, squeezing it.

"Scott?" Stiles was right behind me, not wanting to come to close. His finger dug into the grass, his claws coming out. I looked back at the phone, seeing his heart rate spiking at 164 before it slowly started to decrease. I looked back at his hands, seeing his claws retract. He stopped himself from changing. My eyes went wide as Stiles joined us on the grass. "Scott?" He looked up and his eyes met mine. He was breathing heavily.

"Scott, you started to change." Stiles said as Scott's breathing slowed.

"From anger. But it was more than that. Was like, the angrier I got, the stronger I felt." Scott explained.

"So it is anger, then. Derek's right." Stiles said, making me look back at him.

"I can't be around Allison." Scott said, making me furrow my eyebrows.

"Just because she makes you happy?" I asked Scott, making him glance up at me, shaking his head.

"No, because she makes me weak."