In the woods, Stiles is lying on the ground drunk with a bottle in one of his hands while a sober Scott watches him.
"Dude, you know, she's just one-one girl. You know, there are so many-there are so many other girls in the sea" Stiles says. He had brought Scott out here to help him feel better about his breakup with Allison, but it wasn't really working.
"Fish in the sea" Scott corrects him. "Fish? Why you talking about fish?" Stiles asks. "I'm talking about girls. I love girls" he says.
"I love 'em. I love especially ones with strawberry blond hair, hazel eyes, 5'5" Stiles lists. "Like Brooke?" Scott says. "Yeah, exactly. Hey, how did you know I was talking about-about-what was I talking about?" Stiles asks him.
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"You know, you could've just stayed with me" Lydia says sitting in class next to Brooklyn.
"Scott offered before you did" Brooke shrugs. "I didn't know you and Scott even talked until the other night" Lydia says.
"We don't. Not really" Brooklyn replies. "Yet he asked you to move in with him" Lydia comments. "Because he feels bad for me" Brooke says.
"Maybe. Or, maybe, he likes you" Lydia suggests.
"Scott?" Brooklyn looks at her like she's crazy. "Mm-hmm" Lydia confirms.
"The same Scott that is obsessed with Allison? That's the theory you're going with?" Brooke asks her. "Regardless of past dating history, you are a hot girl, he is a former nobody recently turned lacrosse star. That has power couple potential" Lydia responds. "No" Brooke shakes her head.
"Why not? He's kinda cute" Lydia asks.
"Aren't you supposed to be Allison's friend? Why are you trying to get me to go after her ex?" Brooklyn asks her. "If Scott had dumped her and she was heartbroken that would be a different story, but she's the one that ended things with him, her dibs expired" Lydia argues.
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In the locker room, Scott had just been made co-captain of the lacrosse team.
"Are you not freaking out? I'm freaking out" Stiles says. "What's the point?" Scott asks.
"It's just a stupid title. And I could practically smell the jealousy in there" he says a little annoyed. "Wait, you smell jealousy?" Stiles asks. "Yeah, it's like the full moon's turned everything up to ten" Scott answers.
"Can you pick up on stuff like, I don't know, desire?" Stiles asks him.
"What do you mean desire?" Scott looks confused. "Like sеxual desire?" Stiles clarifies.
"Sеxual desire?" Scott repeats him. "Yeah, sеxual desire. Lust, passion, arousal" Stiles lists. "From Brooke?" Scott asks.
"What? No, in a general, broad sense, can you determine sеxual desire?" Stiles asks him. "From Brooke to you?" Scott asks.
"Fine, yes, from Brooke to me" Stiles admits. "Look, I need to know if I have a chance with this girl, okay? I've been obsessing over her for as long as I can remember" he says. "Why don't you just ask her?" Scott asks.
"Well, to save myself utterly crushing humiliation. Thank you, Scott" Stiles replies.
"Okay?" Stiles says. "So, please, can you just go up and ask her if she likes me? See if her heartbeat rises, pheromones come out" he requests.
"Fine" Scott agrees. "We-I love you. I love you" Stiles tells him. "You're my best friend in the whole world" Stiles keeps going.
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"Hey, Brooke? Can we talk for a second?" Scott walks over to her locker.
"Of course" she nods. "I just wanted to check in and see how you were doing with everything that happened the other night" Scott says.
"I'm fine" Brooklyn replies. "You sure? Because I'm really sorry about all of that, I never thought any of that would happen" Scott tells her. "It wasn't your fault, those kinds of situations just come with being what we are. It sucks, but you'll get used to it" Brooke assures him.
"You know, it's really nice talking to someone who understands what I'm feeling" Scott responds.
"Stiles tries, but he has no idea what he's talking about. And Allison is just blaming me for everything" he keeps going. "She'll get over it eventually, when she realizes you were just trying to keep everyone safe. Hell, she might even be grateful" Brooklyn says.
"Are you grateful?" Scott asks her. Brooke looks caught off guard by the question, but nods nonetheless. "Yeah, of course I am" she confirms.
Brooklyn is even more caught off guard when Scott leans in and kisses her.
Shocked, she doesn't kiss back immediately, but eventually does. It only lasts a couple of seconds before she pulls away.
"We shouldn't have done that" Brooke shakes her head. "Why not?" Scott asks. "You're new, I know the full moon has to be affecting you. You're not thinking straight" Brooke explains.
"Yes I am" Scott lies.
He tries to kiss Brooklyn again, but she doesn't let him this time. "No" she puts her hand on his chest keeping him away.
Brooke turns around and quickly walks away.
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When Scott walks over to the benches outside, Stiles is sitting there impatiently waiting to hear what happened.
"Hey. What happened?" Stiles asks. "What?" Scott asks back.
"What do you mean, what? Did you ask her?" Stiles asks him. "Did she say anything? Did she say she liked me?" Stiles keeps going. "Did she imply she liked me?" he asks.
"Yeah. Yeah, she likes you" Scott lies.
"In fact, she's totally into you" he adds causing Stiles to smile widely.
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"Dude, what the hell are you doin'?" Stiles asks when Scott knocks Danny over during the game.
"He's twice the size of me" Scott defends himself. "Yeah, but everybody likes Danny. Now everybody's gonna hate you" Stiles replies.
"I don't care" Scott walks away.
Brooklyn walks over to Lydia and Jackson who are standing next to Danny. "Is he okay?" Brooke asks them.
"It looks like he just has a bloody nose-" Lydia starts before cutting herself off. "What?" Brooke asks. "Your lipstick" Lydia says.
That's when Brooklyn realizes she hasn't looked in a mirror since Scott kissed her. "Oh. Oh, wonder how that happened" Brooke wipes around her lips nervously. "Yeah. I wonder" Lydia looks proud.
Stiles on the other hand looks horrified realizing what happened.
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poor Stiles
