Scott followed Stiles and asked, "Where are we going?"

"You'll see," Stiles replied.

"'Cause we really shouldn't be here. My mom is in a constant state of freak-out from what happened at the school. Molly refused to come. She told me she needed to do homework."

"Well, your mom isn't the sheriff, okay? There's no comparison, trust me. I wish Molly had come, but homework is important."

"Can you at least just tell me what we're doing out here?"

"Yes. When your best friend gets dumped-"

"I didn't get dumped. We're taking a break."

"All right, well, when your best friend gets told by his girlfriend that they're taking a break - You get your best friend drunk." He grinned and the two sat.

After having some whiskey, Stiles said, "Dude, you know, she's just one - one girl. You know, there are so many - there are so many other girls in the sea."

"Fish in the sea," Scott corrected.

"Fish? Why are you talking about fish? I'm talking about girls. I love girls. I love 'em. I love especially ones with red and blonde hair, green eyes, 5'3 and 5'4-"

"Like Lydia and Molly?"

"Yeah, exactly. Hey, how did you know I was talking about - about - What was I talking about? Hey, you're not happy. Take a drink." He offered the bottle.

Scott pushed it away. "I don't want anymore."

"You're not drunk?"

"I'm not anything."

"Hey, maybe it's like - maybe it's like not needing your inhaler anymore, you know. Maybe you can't get drunk as a wolf. Am I drunk?"

"You're wasted."

"Yeah! Come on, dude, I know it feels bad. I know it hurts. I know. Well, I don't know. But I know this. I know that as much as being broken up hurts, being alone is way worse. I wish I could tell Molly that she makes me happier than I ever thought. That's weird because I thought I loved Lydia. That didn't make any sense. I need a drink."

Two guys walked up, picked up the bottle and one said, "Well, look at the two little bitches getting their drink on."

"Give it back," Scott ordered.

"What's that, little man?" guy one taunted.

"I think he wants a drink," guy two said.

"I want the bottle," Scott told them.

Stiles glanced at his friend. "Scott, maybe we should just go."

"You brought me here to get drunk, Stiles. I'm not drunk yet. Give me the bottle." His voice became distorted. "Give me the bottle of Jack." He grabbed it and threw it at a tree.

"Scott?"

After a moment, Stiles looked at his friend. "Okay, please tell me that was because of the breakup. Or 'cause tomorrow's the full moon. Going home now, yeah?" The friends left.

"How about we just go?" guy two suggested.

"How about you just shut up?" guy one retorted.

"Come on, man, I'm freezing my junk off out here. Help! Help, please! Help me! Somebody help me! Help me! Please, God, help me! Please! No! No, no, no, please! No! Please, no! No! No, no, no, no! No, no, no, no! Noo!"

INT. SCOTT'S ROOM

The radio sounded. "Beautiful Monday morning. Beacon Hills High School is back open after being closed Thursday and Friday. Police search continues of alleged killer Derek Hale-"

Melissa turned off the radio. "We should probably set this to buzzer. You alive in there?"

"No," Scott replied.

"Not ready to go back to school?"

"No."

"You want to stay home another day?"

"No."

"Want a brand new car?" Scott's headed perked up slightly. "Me, too. This isn't just about what happened at the school right? I mean, it's about what's her name. Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not with you."

"Hey, I've been through a few breakups myself, you know. I mean, disastrous ones, actually."

"I don't care about your breakups, Mom. I'm gonna get her back."

INT. CAR

"Dad, if you're going to insist on driving me and Molly to school, you at least have to let us out of the car," Allison said.

"Kate, what's your opinion on home schooling?" Chris asked.

"Well, you know, I'm more of a learning-by-doing it myself kind of girl," Kate replied.

"What's your opinion on overprotective dads who keep ruining their daughter's and their daughter's friend's lives?" Allison shot back, causing Kate to smirk and unlock the door. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. So, Chris-"

"Don't," Chris said. "Just - Your look communicates it perfectly. Yes, I underestimated the danger. Yes, we should've acted sooner. Yes, I should've listened to you. Anything else? Or does that cover it?"

"All I was going to say is you need to stop and get some gas."

INT. BEACON HILLS HIGH SCHOOL

The girls walked into the school together.

"It's just weird," Allison said. "Everybody's talking about what happened the other night, and nobody knows it was us."

"Thank you, for the protection of minors," Lydia replied.

"Lydia, Molly, do you two think I made the wrong decision?"

"About that jacket with that dress? Absolutely."

"You know what I mean."

"Hello? Scott locked us in a classroom and left us for dead. He's lucky we're not pressing charges or making him pay therapy bills."

Molly shot Lydia a look before saying to Allison, "No, I don't think you did. He's also lucky I didn't tell my brothers. Dean would kill him dead before he had a chance to say anything."

INT. STATION

"We are watching his family's house," Sheriff Stilinski said. "Maybe he'll wind up there. Give me a second." He looked at his son. "Don't you have a test to get to?"

"What's going on?" Stiles asked. "Did you find Derek yet?"

"I'm workin' on it. You go take your test."

"All right, Dad, listen to me."

"Go!"

"This is really important. You have to be careful, tonight, okay? Especially tonight."

"Stiles, I'm always careful."

"Dad, you've never dealt with this kind of thing before, okay? At least not like this."

"I know, which is why I brought in people who have. State detective. Go take your test."

INT. HARRIS' CLASSROOM

"Allison," Scott called, though she ignored him.

"Mr. McCall, please take a seat," Harris said.

Harris began class. "You have 45 minutes to complete the test. 25% of your grade can be earned right now simply by writing your name on the cover of the blue book. 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."

Molly felt eyes on her and kicked at the desk in front of her. "Greenberg, eyes on your own paper. I catch you peeking again, I stab you. Or shoot you. Whatever I decide."

Greenberg glared at her, then smirked lightly, and Molly hit the back of his head.

Scott suddenly stood and left the room.

"Mr. McCall?" Harris called as Stiles followed his friend. "Mr. Stilinski!" He turned to the third member of the group. "Miss Winchester?"

INT. BOYS BATHROOM

"Scott? Scott?" Stiles called, seeing Molly run in. "Nope, not even gonna question it. Not now at least."

"Stiles, Molly, I can't-" Scott began.

"What's happening? Are you changing?"

"No. No, I can't breathe."

Stiles handed Scott his old inhaler. "Here, use this. Come on, do it."

Scott took a puff from his inhaler and his breaths calmed. "I was having an asthma attack?"

Molly shook her head. "No, you were having a panic attack."

"But thinking you were having an asthma attack actually stopped the panic attack," Stiles told him. "Irony."

"How did you know how to do that?" Scott asked.

"I used to get them after my mom died. Not fun, huh?"

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

Molly nodded. "Yeah, it's called heartbreak. About two billion songs written about it."

"I can't stop thinking about her."

"Well, you could think about this," Stiles suggested. "Her dad's a werewolf hunter, and you're a werewolf, so it was bound to become an issue. 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."

"It's got to be the full moon. So we'll lock you up in your room later just like we planned. That way the Alpha, who's your boss, can't get to you, either."

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

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

"No. Because if I get out - I think I might kill someone."

Stiles and Molly exchanged a concerned look.

INT. ARGENT HOME

"So, what, another night of kicking through leaves in the woods?" Kate asked.

"I prefer to think of it as another night trying to keep innocent people from being killed," Chris replied. "A list which now includes my daughter and her friend."

"How do we know it won't try going after her again?" a fake detective questioned.

"It won't go after Allison or Molly," Kate said.

"It won't have any target at all, not on a full moon," Chris warned.

"How come?" the fake detective wondered.

"An Alpha is like any other werewolf on a full moon. It struggles under its sway, which means tonight is our best chance to catch it, when it's unfocused."

"Yeah, but what if it has a reason to stay focused?" Kate asked.

"Oh, do you know something we don't?"

"I just don't like surprises. But you're the expert, so you tell me."

"What about Derek?" a young hunter questioned.

"He's smarter than that. He won't be out tonight. There's cops everywhere."

"And gif for some reason he is-" Chris was cut off.

Victoria spoke. "If he is - You find him, you kill him, you cut him in half. Anybody want a cookie?"

INT. BEACON HILLS HIGH SCHOOL - HALLWAY

Jackson walked up to Allison. "Oh, uh, you got something on your-" Allison tried to get it. "Here, let me." He brushed it away.

"Thanks," Allison replied.

"Yeah."

"You want the bite?"

"What?"

She offered an apple. "Do you want a bite?"

"Oh. No. Thanks."

"Are you doin' okay? I mean, since the other night?"

"Better than I thought I would be. You still thinking about everything that happened?"

"Mostly about Scott. I haven't talked to him."

"Probably a good idea."

"You don't think I made a mistake, do you?"

Jackson smirked. "No. In fact, I think he got - Exactly what he deserves."

INT. BOYS LOCKER ROOM

"All right, geniuses, listen up," Coach said. "Due to the recent pink eye epidemic - Thank you, Greenberg - the following people have made first line on a probationary basis, emphasis on the word "probationary." Rodriguez. Welcome to first line. Taylor, and, uh - Oh, for the love of crap. I can't even read my own writing. What is that, an "s"? No, no, that's not an "s." That's a - that's a - That's a "b." It's definitely a "b." Uh, Rodriguez, Taylor, and, uh - Bilinski." Stiles started cheering wildly. "Bilinski!"

"Yes?" Stiles asked.

"Shut up!"

"Yes, sir."

"Stiles," Scott called.

"It's Biles. Call me Biles, or I swear to God I'll kill you."

"Another thing," Coach added. "From here on out, immediately, we're switching to co-captains. Congratulations, McCall."

"What?" Jackson questioned.

"What do you mean, what? Jackson, this takes nothing away from you. This is about combining separate strengths into one unit. This is about taking your unit, McCall's unit, we're making one big unit. McCall, it's you and Jackson now. Everybody else - Asses on the field! Asses on the field!"

Stiles grinned at his friend. "Dude, can you believe this? You're a captain. I'm first line. I'm first freaking line!"

"Don't think we're gonna let this go," a lacrosse player said. "He's not gonna be much of a co-captain."

"Yeah, 'cause it's not like he scores more than anyone else," Danny shot back.

Jackson turned to him. "Oh, is that the opinion of my best friend?"

"The opinion of your best friend is, who the hell cares who's team captain? He's a good player. And you need to seriously get a grip. Let it go."

EXT. LACROSSE FIELD

"Are you freaking out?" Stiles wondered. "I'm freaking out."

"What's the point?" Scott muttered. "It's just a stupid title. And I could practically smell the jealousy in there."

"Wait, you smell jealousy?"

"Yeah, it's like the full moon's turned everything up to ten."

"Can you pick up on stuff like, I don't know, desire?"

"What do you mean, desire?"

"Like, sexual desire?"

"Sexual desire?"

"Yeah, sexual desire. Lust, passion, arousal."

"From Lydia or Molly?"

"What? No, in a general, broad sense, can you determine sexual desire?"

"From Lydia or Molly to you?"

"Fine, yes, from Lydia or Molly to me. Look, I need to know if I have a chance to get with either of them, okay? I've been obsessing over Lydia since the third freakin' grade and Molly since she arrived in town."

"Why don't you just ask them?"

"Well, to save myself utterly crushing humiliation. You know how they can get. Thank you, Scott. Okay? So, please, can you just go up and ask them if they like me? See if their heartbeats rise, pheromones come out."

"Fine."

"We - I love you. You're my best friend in the whole world."

INT. SCHOOL

Scott walked up to the girls. "Hey, Lydia, Molly? Can we talk for a second?"

Lydia glanced at Molly. "He's all yours. I'll be waiting here."

Molly nodded and frowned at Scott. "I'm still pissed at you, but sure. Do you need someone to talk to about the other night?"

INT. OFFICE

"Just I needed to ask you something. Do you, uh - Do you know if Allison still likes me?" Scott asked.

"Yes she still likes you."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. She still likes you. But maybe try being friends for awhile."

"Just friends."

"Yes. You screwed up, Scott. Try being friends again before you jump back into a relationship."

"How?"

"Dude. We're friends, right? You're asking how to be friends with a girl?"

"Yes."

"Then should rethink that definition, because you've been a real lousy friend lately. What the hell is going on with you?"

"Nothing." He moved closer to her and she stepped back.

Scott grabbed her wrist, pulled her close, and kissed her.

"What the hell, Scott?!" Molly cried as she pulled away and slapped him. She ran from the office, more confused than ever. What was going on with her friend?

As she ran off, she saw Lydia walk in.

Isaac passed Molly and asked, "Are you okay?"

Molly shrugged. "I have no idea."

"Anything I can do?"

"Walk with me to the lacrosse field? I need some air."

"Yeah, sure."

EXT. FIELD

"Hey," Stiles called. "What happened?"

"What?" Scott asked.

"What do you mean, what? Did you ask them? Did they say anything? Did they say they liked me? Did they imply they liked me?"

"Yeah. Yeah, they like you. In fact, they're totally into you."

"Let's go, next!" Coach yelled. "Perfect."

Scott was knocked down and Stiles said, "Scott, you okay, dude? Look, I know we just got good news and all, but there's still seven hours till the full moon, okay?"

"Let's go! Guess some people don't appreciate your new status there, McCall. Who's next? Let's go. You have a problem with that, Bilinski?"

"What? Yeah, no."

"All right, you're up, big boy. Let's go! That's it, McCall! That's the spirit! You earn it! Earn it, McCall!"

Danny was knocked to the ground.

"Danny!" a player cried. "Oh, man, Danny!"

"We didn't hit him that hard," player two said. "Danny, are you okay?"

Stiles frowned at his friend. "Dude, what the hell are you doin'?"

"He's twice the size of me," Scott said.

"Come on, watch out," Coach warned.

"Yeah, but everybody likes Danny," Stiles told his friend. "Now everybody's gonna hate you."

"I don't care," Scott replied.

Lydia walked up and asked, "Is he okay?"

"It looks like he just has a bloody nose-" Jackson began, trailing off.

"What?"

"Your lipstick."

"Oh. Oh, wonder how that happened."

"Yeah. I wonder."

Stiles looked between Lydia and Molly before focusing on Molly who had narrowed eyes.

After practice ended, he walked up to Molly and pulled her aside. "What happened?"

Molly scoffed. "If I see that ass, I'm gonna punch him."

"Tonight I'm gonna talk to Scott. You wanna join me?"

"After what Scott pulled? No. And trust me, you don't want me around him either. It's taking all I have not to hurt him right now. Clearly a slap didn't satisfy."

INT. ARGENT HOME - ALLISON'S ROOM

"Right, now, you can't tell your father about this, because he'll kill me," Kate said.

"Okay," Allison agreed.

"Okay. Well, what's our hapless victim's name?"

"Mr. Bear."

"You named your teddy bear Mr. Bear? That's, like, the worst teddy bear name in the world."

"I was five years old."

"All right, well, just shoot your unimaginatively named bear and put it out of its misery."

"Oh ha ha ha!"

"See, now, that's what I'm talkin' about. See, if you would have had that the other night, you would have just - whoa, wait a minute." Allison had stopped. "I thought you wanted to learn how to do this, sweetie."

"I just don't know what happened."

"With Scott? Aw. Listen, my gorgeous young niece, you're gonna break hearts left and right, okay? And he was lucky to have gotten the tiny, little taste of Allison Argent's world that he got."

"But it just - It felt so right with him. And then he just started acting so strange, and now I don't know what to believe."

"Well, sweetie, he's a guy. You can't believe anything."

"It's just the whole thing with Derek Hale the other night - and Scott saying he didn't know him, but I saw them together."

"Whoa, hold on. Wait, back up. Scott knows Derek? Alleged killer Derek? Are they friends?"

"No. Not really. I mean, at least that's what he said."

"How about you tell me everything that Scott said about Derek."

"What do you mean by everything?"

"I mean everything."

INT. MCCALL HOME

"Scott?" Melissa called.

Stiles held up a key. "Stiles."

"Key!"

"Yeah. I had one made, so-"

"That doesn't surprise me. It scares me, but it doesn't surprise me." She noticed the duffel bag on his shoulder. "What is that?"

"Uh, school project."

"Mmm. Stiles, he's okay, right?"

"Who? Scott? Yeah. Totally."

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

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

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. Yeah, um - Okay, uh - Be careful tonight."

"You, too," Stiles said, slightly panicking.

"Full moon."

"What?"

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

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Right."

"You know, it's, um, actually where they came up with the word "lunatic."" She left the house.

Stiles walked up the stairs and entered Scott's room and set down the duffel bag. He noticed Scott sitting in the dark in his armchair and jumped. "Oh, my God! Dude. You scared the hell out of me. Your mom said you weren't home yet."

"I came in through the window," Scott replied.

"Okay. Uh, well, let's get this set up. I want you to see what I bought."

"I'm fine. 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."

"I'm fine. You should go now."

"All right, I'll leave. 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?" He pulled out the chains.

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

"Actually, no." He handcuffed Scott to the radiator.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Protecting you from yourself and giving you some payback - For kissing Molly and maybe Lydia."

INT. HOSPITAL

"What are you doing here?" Jackson asked.

"Oh, I was just thinking I might get back into something I haven't done for awhile," Allison replied. "What about you?"

"Oh, uh, for Danny. McCall bashed him pretty hard on the field. Why do I get the feeling you could use someone to talk to?"

"Is it that obvious?"

"Maybe 'cause I'm kind of feeling the same way."

INT. SCOTT'S ROOM

Stiles returned with a dog dish with the name Scott in black tape. "I brought you some water." He put down the bowl and poured the water in, splashing it everywhere.

"I'm gonna kill you!" Scott yelled.

"You kissed them, Scott, okay? You kissed Molly. That's, like, the one girl that I ev - and, you know, the past three hours, I've been thinking, it's probably just the full moon, you know, he doesn't even know what he's doing, and tomorrow, he'll be totally back to normal. He probably won't even remember what a complete dumbass he's been. A son of a bitch, a freaking unbelievable piece of crap friend."

"They kissed me first."

"What?"

"They kissed me. They would have done anything I wanted. Anything!"

"Molly didn't kiss you. She wants to hurt you for invading her personal space. And frankly, I don't blame her."

INT. CAR

Allison glanced at Jackson. "If I tell you something, will you promise not to laugh?"

"I would never laugh at you," Jackson replied.

"I don't think it was Derek in the school."

"Neither do I."

INT. SCOTT'S ROOM

"Stiles, please let me out," Scott begged. "It's the full moon, I swear. You know I wouldn't do any of this on purpose. Please, Stiles, 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 just not taking a break. She broke up with me. And it's killing me. I feel completely hopeless. Just, please, let me out."

"I can't," Stiles told him, resting his head on the wall.

"No, no, no!"

INT. HALLWAY - MCCALL HOUSE

Molly, against her feelings, entered and found Stiles.

He glanced at her and asked, "What are you doing here?"

She shrugged. "I wanted to make sure you were okay. Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Mostly. Are you?"

Molly shook her head. "Not really, but I'll get over it."

He stared at her a moment before saying, "Thanks for coming."

"You're my friend. Of course I'd be here."

"Molly, am I crazy or is there something between us?"

"No, you're not crazy, but- Never mind."

"What, Molly?"

"It doesn't matter."

INT. CAR

"Is there something else?" Jackson asked. "Look, Allison, just because you can't trust Scott, doesn't mean you can't trust anybody."

"But that's the thing," Allison replied. "There are people lying to me, people closer to me than Scott."

"Who?"

"My father. And it's - it's not like I don't realize we're not exactly the most normal family on the block. I mean, not every teenage girl comes home to a garage full of Glocks and AK-47s."

"But, um-?"

"I just have this weird feeling, like, my dad knows more about what happened in the school than we do."

INT. HALLWAY - MCCALL HOUSE

Molly listened a moment and frowned. "Is it just me or is it way too quiet?"

Stiles shook his head. "No, it's not just you." He peeked into their friend's room. "Scott, are you okay? Scott?"

INT. CAR

Jackson continued. "And I saw someone standing in the hall, but - But, I mean, it might have been Derek, but I couldn't see any features. It was - It was just this kind of black shape. Here's where it gets really hard to explain. The guy - Or whatever it was - It just got down on all fours, and then just took off."

"On all fours, like hands and knees?" Allison questioned.

"No, like hands and feet. Like an animal. He moved like an animal."

"Well, then how do you know it wasn't an animal?"

"Because when he was standing up, he looked like a guy."

"Then what was it?" Scott jumped onto the roof of the car. "What was that?" She started exiting the car.

"Don't."

"Stop!" Derek yelled. "Scott, stop!"

"What's happening to me?" Scott asked.

"Exactly what he wants to happen."

EXT. STREET

Stiles, followed by Molly, made his way to a crime scene and called, "Dad? Dad? Has anyone seen my - has anyone seen my dad?"

Sheriff Stilinski walked up to the teens and said, "Stiles. Molly. What are you two doing here?"

Chris looked at the scene. "That's Stiles? What's Molly doing there?"

"Another friend of Allison's," Kate replied.

"Are you gonna tell me about that talk you had with her?"

"You tell me something first. That night you came across those two betas, one of them was smaller, right?"

"Mmm."

"Well, was he just smaller? Or could he have been younger, too?"

EXT. HALE HOUSE

"Thanks," Scott saiid. "Wait. "I can't do this. I can't be this and be with Allison. I need you to tell me the truth. Is there a cure?"

"For someone who was bitten? I've heard of one," Derek told him. "I don't know if it's true."

"Well, what is it?"

"You have to kill the one that bit you."

"Kill the Alpha?"

"Scott. If you help me find them, I'll help you kill him."