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"One positive thing came out of this, though, right?" Miss. Morrell asks stiles.

"Yeah. Yeah, but I still feel like there's something wrong between us. I don't know. It's just like tension when we talk. Some thing with Scott." Stiles says.

"Have you talked to him since that night?" Miss. Morrell asks.

"No, not really. I mean, he's got his own problems to deal with though. I don't think he's talked to Allison either. But that might be more her choice, you know. But I guess it brought her and her dad closer." Stiles says.

"What about Alice?" Miss. Morrell asks.

"She ran, with Derek and Isaac. Nobody has seen her since that night. She left with Isaac and hasn't been seen since." Stiles sighs.

"What about the pregnancy? You still think it's yours?" Miss. Morrell asks.

"Prom was five months ago. She's around three and a half months. So, no, not anymore." Stiles sighs.

•••

I slowly open my eyes and look at the moon out the window. "Where are Boyd and Erica?" I ask Isaac.

He turns around in the bed. "They left. Derek will be back soon." He says softly.

I nod and go back to sleep. The door slams open and i shoot up grabbing my new gun. "It's me!" Derek yells at me as I point it at him.

I sigh and fall back into the bed. "Where are Boyd and Erica?" I ask him.

"They're leaving tonight." He says sitting on his own bed.

"And Peter?" I ask.

"He's definitely back. He thinks he can help us with Jackson." He sighs.

"I can help you." Peter says in the doorway.

I shoot up and get out of the bed. "Violet, good to see you again." He says.

I hit him with my fist in the nose and he grunts holding it. "You little bitch. I saved your life." He says through his teeth.

"And then you made it hell." I say angry.

He sighs and I go to hit him again. "Stop! I've already been beaten up by Derek. I'm still healing." He says holding my hand.

"You should've stayed dead." I say.

"He can help with Gerard and Jackson. Stop the fighting, Ice." Derek says behind us.

I sigh and pull my hand back and look at Peter before walking to the bathroom. "Hurry up, Violet. We're leaving in five." Peter says.

"My name is Alice!" I yell out of frustration.

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