"Stiles." Allison stood in front of Stiles and waved her hand in front of his face. He'd been stood in the same spot - staring at where Erica had been just moments before - for a while now and was still a bit too shocked to respond. That quickly changed when he felt Allison slap him on the face.

"Ow! What was that for?" He rubbed his hand over where she'd slapped him, hoping that the mark it left wasn't too visible, he had enough of people laughing at him with the giant bruise on his head, he didn't need a red hand print on his face too.

"Oh you know what that was for, you zoned out for at least five minutes."

"You're exaggerating, it was not five minutes." Allison raised an eyebrow at him.

"Really, are you sure?"

"Okay fine, maybe it was, but can you blame me? I don't think I was the only one." He knew he was right on that, as soon as Erica had walked through the doors of the school people had stopped what they were doing to watch her walk past. To say she'd changed was an understatement, the Erica he'd seen had not been the same girl from yesterday.

For starters her clothes had completely changed, gone were the baggy t-shirts and jeans, instead she had on the shortest skirt he'd ever seen, a ridiculously tight top and a leather jacket. When she'd said hello to him he'd started to reply but on seeing her had just stopped, forgetting what it was he was saying altogether. She'd leant up and kissed him on the cheek before carrying on walking down the hall, swaying her hips in a way that should have been illegal.

"You've zoned out on me again, haven't you." Stiles rubbed his eyes and looked back at Allison, she had her arms folded and looked far from impressed.

"Sorry?" Allison sighed, took hold of his arm and started to pull him to his next lesson.

"Come on, we'll talk about this after class."

To say that Lydia was shocked with the change was an understatement, she had never expected it to happen in a million years. Did she like the change? So far she couldn't tell, but what she definitely did know that Erica and Isaac starting to date? That was far from okay. He knew the plan, he even wanted to help but dating Erica? That was not part of the plan.

She'd seen the two of them talking by the lockers during the lunch break, she'd been looking for Erica all day to see what all the fuss was about, and now that she found her she couldn't help but thinking she looked like a bit of a whore. She was talking to Isaac, smiling as she did, Lydia was about to go over to talk to them when Isaac leant down and kissed Erica.

"Lydia, are you alright?" She quickly turned around to find Stiles standing next to her, an amused expression on his face. She smiled and pulled him around so he had his back to Isaac and Erica, not wanting him to see.

"Yes, I'm fine. Why'd you ask?"

"You looked like you'd seen a ghost or something, you still do, are you sure you're okay?" Lydia nodded as she glanced over his shoulder to see if Isaac and Erica were still there. Stiles frowned and turned to see what she was looking at, Lydia grabbed hold of his hand and pulled him back to facing him. He looked down at her hand holding his and raised both his eyebrows, confused as to what was going on. Lydia dropped her hold on his hand.

"Sorry, there's nothing going on, honestly I'm fine."

"You're acting really weird." Lydia smiled at him and shook her head.

"No I'm not. Come on, let's go and get some lunch." She turned away from him and headed in the direction of the lunch hall, away from Erica and Isaac. When they reached the lunch hall she sat down next to Allison who was sat across from Scott. Stiles sat across from her, pointedly ignoring Scott.

"Are you two still mad at each other, seriously?" Scott took a bite of his food before replying.

"I'm not mad at him, he's mad at me."

"Yeah, with good reason to be." Stiles got up from the table to go and get some food, Lydia sighed and reached over to take Scott's apple, him letting her.

"I'll take that as a yes then."

"I'm sure if he knew that you had a hand in it as well he wouldn't be talking to you either."

"Shut up Scott, this is more your fault than it is mine."

"It is not! It was mostly your idea."

"You were the one that sent the stupid text in the first place!"

"Oh would you too stop it!" Both Scott and Lydia turned away from each other to look at Allison, who had clearly had enough of their bickering. "Thank you. Now this was all of our faults, so if you don't mind, please stop arguing and help me try and fix this." Scott nodded his agreement and Lydia just shrugged, taking a bite out of the apple.

"So, I'm guessing you've heard about Erica then."

"Heard about her? Scott, I've seen her and I've got to say, I'm a little bit impressed. I know Stiles was as well." Scott visibly deflated on hearing that, Allison quickly regretted saying it.

"He's talking to you?" Lydia rolled her eyes before interrupting.

"That's really what you got from that?" Scott looked over at her, confused. "You're such an idiot, Stiles clearly thought she looked hot, we can use that to out advantage."

"We can? How?" Lydia looked up as she saw Stiles walking back to their table.

"I've got to speak with Isaac first but I'll talk to you about it later." Stiles joined them at the table just as Isaac and Erica walked into the cafeteria, hand in hand. Lydia could only describe the look on his face as hurt and she felt bad that he was having to witness it before someone told him. They'd purposely sat at a table in view of Stiles so that he had a good view of them but she could see that Stiles was purposely avoiding looking at them.

When he glanced back over at them Isaac had leaned down to kiss her, Lydia watched as he made his excuses and left to cafeteria, glaring at Isaac as he went.

"Isaac!" Isaac sighed when he heard Lydia calling him, he knew what this was going to be about before he even heard it. He slowly turned round to face her before replying.

"Yes?"

"I thought you'd agreed to help us get Stiles and Erica together, not start going out with her yourself!" This was exactly what he was expecting her to talk to him about. When Erica had asked him to help her he'd agreed before really asking what it was that she wanted him to do, he was now regretting not asking first because being her 'boyfriend' was starting to get rather annoying.

"Look, it's not what you think." Lydia didn't look convinced.

"Oh really, so you're not trying to take Lydia for yourself? Because that's definitely what it looks like to me."

"No, I'm not. She asked me to pretend to go out with her so that she could make Stiles jealous, that's all."

"I don't believe you."

"Well I'm telling the truth, if you don't believe me then that's your problem. But Erica's my best friend, even the past few hours have been ridiculously weird for me, I'm honestly surprised this is even working at all." Isaac watched as Lydia frowned, trying to comprehend what he was saying.

"So, you and Erica are just friends then." Isaac nodded.

"Yes, that's what I've been trying to tell you!"

"Well, if it's making Stiles jealous you're trying to do I think its working. He seemed pretty pissed off with you during lunch." Isaac watched as Lydia walked away, happy that at least pretending to date Erica was at least working in their favour.

"Isaac, I don't think this is working!" Isaac signed and leant his head on his hand when Erica sat down on the opposite side of the bench from him. It had been a week since Erica had been turned and Isaac could tell she was getting frustrated, it didn't help either that it was only a week until the full moon. Derek had told than that since it was their first it would affect them quite a bit, their attitudes apparently included.
"We've been through this; you've got to give it-.."
"Time, yes, I know." Erica crossed her arms and leant them on the table, resting her chin on her arms and pouting.
"Then why are you bothering me about it if you already know?" Erica looked up at him through her eyelashes; he leant down on the table so they were in the same position so he could see her better.
"It's just... I don't think he likes me like this, Isaac."
"Of course he likes you Erica, he's been glaring at me every time he's seen me all week." Erica sat back up, a curious expression on her face.
"So?"
"So," Isaac smiled and sat up as well, taking both her hands in his. "Lydia reckons he's jealous." Erica grinned and tightened her grip on his hands.
"Really?!" Isaac laughed as she pulled her hands away from his, a blush rising on her cheeks. "I mean... Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure. I mean look at what we know, he never had a problem with me since Monday and now he looks like he wants to kill me every time I see him."
"Yeah but that might just be because he knows about the whole we-.." Erica stopped talking to look around and check her surroundings to see if there was anyone nearby. There were a couple of people sat under a tree nearby so she continued in a quieter voice. "You know, the whole werewolf thing."
"You don't have to do that you know." Erica frowned.
"Do what?"
"Get worried when talking about werewolves." Erica leant over and slapped him on the arm.
"Isaac! You can't just go around freely talking about... About you know what." Isaac just laughed and shook his head.
"Seriously, Erica, who's going to believe me?"
"Oh, I don't know, hunters maybe? We don't need anyone finding out, even if they don't believe us." Isaac nodded and looked down at his hands on the table, trying to look like he was sorry.
"Okay, fine, I'll not talk about were-.." He grinned at her when she hit him again. "Sorry! That was the last time, I promise! Stop abusing your boyfriend, people will talk." Erica rolled her eyes at him.
"Fake boyfriend Isaac. Fake."
"Yeah, I know. You think I'd want to date you? Eugh."
"Hey! I'll have you know I'm incredibly date-able!" Isaac laughed again as Erica tried to kick his shins under the table.
"Enough with the violence! Now can we get back to the matter at hand?" Erica stopped at her attempts to kick him and settled on the bench. "Thank you. So we have the sudden hatred of me after he found out we were 'dating' each other." He used his fingers to make air quotes when he said that, causing Erica to roll her eyes at him yet again.
"Yes, but that doesn't mean that he li-.."
"Let me finish! Lydia also says that he's stopped trying to offer to help her any more, she was in chemistry the other day and she dropped a pile of papers on the floor and he walked right past her."
"You've been talking to Lydia?"

"That's seriously what you got from that.? He's not been offering to help her with everything 24/7."

"And?"
"Are you kidding me? That's a big deal! He would have jumped at the opportunity to help her; this is Stiles we're talking about."
"Okay, you have a fair point, but I still don't agree that this is working Isaac. I still don't think he likes me."
"Just-.." Erica sighed.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Give it time."

"Haven't you two got more important things to be worrying about?" The two of the both jumped slightly when they heard Derek's voice, turning around to face him as he carried on speaking. "The full moons in a week and neither of you are prepared."

"And that's our fault how?" Isaac looked over his shoulder and glared at her.

"Erica, don't."

"What? It's not our fault, how are we meant to know how to 'prepare ourselves' if he doesn't tell us how?" Derek was glaring at both of them, an expression Isaac had noticed he seemed to have on his face most of the time when both of them were in his presence.

"Just come to the house tonight and I'll help you, just don't be late."

Erica had only been to the Hale house a few times but it still creeped her out a bit. With her new sense of smell the burnt down house gave off a more powerful smell of death than anything she'd ever encountered before. She didn't understand how Derek could stand to be around the hose, never mind live there.

Her and Isaac had gone to the house at seven, Derek was there waiting for them as he'd expected him to be. She didn't mind training, it was helpful to know how to defend herself, what she didn't like was Derek's method of training. He wouldn't tell them anything, just ask them to attack him and see if they could pin him down for any amount of time. No guidance, nothing. Isaac was better at it than she was, having had more time to learn, but he still wasn't that good. If she was honest it worried her a bit, not knowing how to defend herself properly if hunters attacked her. She wished Derek would teach them better but she didn't want to bring it up in case she sounded too ungrateful.

Tonight though was different, tonight they were learning about anchors. Derek had explained to them that anchors were there to help them control their wolf, so that during the full moon they had the ability to control the shift. Isaac was already working on his anchor, using the recent death of his dad to anchor his wolf, remembering the pain he used to suffer to help somehow. Erica didn't really understand but it seemed to work well enough for him.

Derek's was anger. Anger at the hunters that killed his family, anger at Kate. The anger kept him grounded, kept him safe to be around other people, as weird as that sounded.

She'd tried anger, anger at the people who would laugh at her when she was having a fit, but that didn't work. Nothing she was trying was helping her to control her shift. She just hoped that she would be able to control it in time for the full moon.

It's monday, Here's a new chapter!

Hope you all like it, this one was just fighting me the whole time to get finished but it's finally done. I don't think the next chapter will be done until the end of my exams (sorry!) but I'll be posting chapters more frequently after that.

I just started watching the walking dead today with my brother and omg is it disgusting, eugh. The same with Hannibal actually, but I think I might stick them out, not too sure.

Anyway thank you all for reading and please leave your reviews!

I'll post again soon!

- Jess