Scott and Stiles were getting ready for tryouts and Scott was telling Stiles about the...so called kiss he gave Josie earlier. Scott felt terrible inside. He wanted to go slow and when the time is right, he wanted to make the first kiss special, but he feels he blew it. Bad.

"It was the first kiss. Our actual first kiss." Scott says as he goes through his locker in gym class.

"That's good. You kissed her." Stiles nods.

"I did." Scott's face scrunches up, wincing in embarrassment. "But I didn't."

"Was it on the lips?" Stiles asks.

"Yeah."

"Was there tongue?"

"No. I-It was like how you kiss your grandmother when you're five." Scott groans.

"Oh, chaste." Stiles winches. "You gave her a chaste kiss."

"Yeah, and now it's It's all weird." Scott leans on his locker. "It's all completely weird and I-I don't know what to do."

Scott thinks long and hard and Stiles nods in understatement.

"Maybe I should text her." Scott suggests.

"No." Stiles says quickly, "Just no with the texts."

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Josie, Malia, and Kira sat in the bleachers, watching the boys at tryouts and Coach Finstock shouting at them. Josie was watching Scott the whole time, thinking about the...kiss. That was her first kiss....ever. She was hoping it was going to be something more. She felt a little disappointed but maybe Scott didn't realize what he was doing. She saw he was in a hurry. Still, ugh, this was so confusing.

Malia was doing some notes then she sniffs the air and looks over at Josie, "What's wrong with you?"

Josie heard her but she wasn't sure if she was talking to her, she looks at Kira then realizes, "Oh, me? Nothing." She tries to look innocent but from the look of Malia's face, she wasn't buying it.

"You reek of anxiety. And it's distracting." She rolls her eyes.

"What's going on?" Kira pats her knee to get her attention.

Josie opens her mouth and plays with her fingers, "Scott and I sort of had this thing happen."

Malia and Kira shakes their heads in confusion, "What sort of 'thing'?" Malia asks.

"We sorta kissed." Josie says.

"Aw, your first kiss! How was it?" Malia asks.

"Fast." Josie says confused. "I was hoping my first would be...more."

"Wait, was this your first kiss ever?" Kira asks, eyes widen in shock.

Josie bits her bottom lip and nods, "I think Scott didn't realize what he was doing, he wouldn't have done that for something so special...would he?" She asks.

Josie looks over and sees Scott looking worried at her and gives her a timid wave. She smiles and gives him a wave back then grimaces when Stiles shoves himself on the side of the gate, vomiting loudly. She sees him looking back at her and she points at Stiles and did the 'ok' sign. He was confused at first but then he managed to get it. She sees him turning to Stiles, she guesses he was asking and Stiles lifts up a shaking thumbs up. Scott turns back to her and nods.

Pretty soon, they both went up against a freshman, Liam. Stiles tried to block him first but failed miserably and fell on the ground, watching Liam easily brush by. But Scott flips him high over his shoulder and lands hard on the ground. He was moaning and groaning in pain all over the grass. Everyone was in shock.

"Hope he's ok." Josie says and watches Scott and Stiles help Liam to the nurse's.

Josie shrieks when a lacrosse net was shoved her in face and a ball lands in the net. Panting in fright, she looks and sees Kira holding the net with wide eyes and the coach was covering his mouth in shock but then he looked impressed.

"Oh! Wow! Nice catch." He shouts at Kira. "Throw it back." He gestures at her.

Kira stands up and throws the ball back with the net but accidentally hitting Coach Finstock in the stomach. He falls to the ground, wheezing in pain.

Kira gasps and Josie covers her mouth in shock, "Oh, my god." Kira says.

"Someone ask her if she's ever played lacrosse." Coach Finstock wheezes out as he crawls away.

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Across town, Parrish couldn't let the Walcott murder out of his mind. Going over the pictures of the victims, he sighs in frustration when he couldn't come up with a single clue. He gazes outside of his truck at the victim's home and sees a figure walk by the door. He perks up in alert and slowly gets out of the truck. As he draws closer to the door, he draws his weapon and slowly opens the door.

"Beacon County Sheriff's Department!" He shouts out. "This is a crime scene. Show yourself" He calls out.

He was just about to turn into a corner till the figure revealed themselves.

Lydia Martian stood there, confused, looking around the house. She gave Parrish a look that said, 'what the hell am I doing here?'

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Josie sat in the hallway on the stairs, waiting nervously for Scott. Kira made the lacrosse team. She was very happy for her. Would give Kira the excuse to kick ass with her moves. She chuckles to herself then smiles as she sees Scott pacing towards here.

"Hey, sorry about all that. We're taking Liam to the hospital. It might be a sprain, it could also be a break." He says.

Josie nods, "It's okay. I asked Kira if she could give me a lift since that happened. Think he's gonna be ok?" She asks.

Scott scratches his head, "Actually, I don't know. I feel really guilty about it. We can talk later? And I'm sorry about before." He says hesitantly. "Before before? When I did that thing in the hallway?" He says.

Josie blushes and smiles, "It's ok. It's fine." She nods, waving it off. But inside, she felt a little hurt.

"I didn't mean to make things awkward. Or weird. Really. I'm sorry." Scott stutters. He sighs, then awkwardly waves and starts taking off.

Josie sighs sadly and looks down at her hands. She, at least hoping, he could make up for it but, guess things will be weird for a while now. She sighs and gets up, grabbing her bag and starts to head out the door to meet Kira but almost runs into Scott. She gasps and frowns in confusion.

"You know what? I'm not sorry." He says then pulls her close to kiss her passionately. Sparks erupts from their lips as they touched. Gravity had no meaning anymore. The world didn't exist anymore. Everything was perfect. Josie wraps her arms around his neck and he pulls her tighter against him.

Without them knowing, outside the wind started to pick up just a little. The flowers in the bushes began to open up rapidly. A teenager with a cigarette lighter tried to light his smoke but it nearly blew up in his face. Water in water-bottles started to move and jiggle.

As their tongues met, she thought she was gonna go up in flames right there. They slowly pull apart, breathing heavily against each others lips. Josie looks deep into his brown eyes and smiles dreamily. Scott smiles back like a goof down at her, staring into her bright green eyes.

"I gotta go. Can I text you later?" He asks.

Snapping out of her daydream, "What?" She asks.

He chuckles and brushes his fingers against her cheeks, "Can I text you later?" He asks again.

She reaches up and covers his hand with hers and gives him a nod, "Yes. Well, actually, I might see you at the hospital. Mom is going to work tonight and I gotta drop dinner off for her." She says.

He brushes his thumb over her cheek and trails it down to her lips, "Ok. I'll see you later then." He says and slowly lets her go. His body ached at the loss of hers. He turns and smiles so big as he leaves.

Josie giggles and grabs her bag and runs to meet up with Kira.

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Meanwhile, back at the Walcott's resident, Parrish demands Lydia to explain why she was at a crime scene of a murder.

"I would try to explain it, but I've never gotten a satisfactory explanation myself." Lydia says as she walks around, pouting her puffy red lips. 

"Just an unusual habit of showing up at places where people have been  brutally murdered?" Parrish suggests. 

Lydia stops and turns to face him, "Are you saying I have a reputation?"

"An unusual one.  Maybe you're psychic." He says. 

Lydia chuckles dryly, "Don't tell me you believe all that?"

"I'd like to say I don't believe in anything.  But I keep an open mind."  Parrish says.  He frowns when he sees Lydia walking slowly towards a mantel wall.  "But if you're looking for dead bodies, I think you're a little late." 

Lydia was barely listening.  She looks closer and sees eerily faces on the wall, whispering to her.  She presses on to the mantel and it makes a loud click, opening a door.  A cold dusty mist erupts from the cracks as it begins to open.  Parrish draws his gun again and his flashlight, pushing Lydia gently out of the way so he could go first.  The door led them down a bare, spider infested walkway behind the walls.  Lydia shivers and wrapped her arms around herself.  They couldn't explain why it was so cold.  They stopped till they reached a plastic flap opening.  Parrish looks over at Lydia, who carried the same confused, curious look.  Parrish goes in, looking around to find a light switch.  He finally flips it on and in front of the was rows of meat bags. 

"I think it's a game locker.  Like venison." Parrish says as they look around. 

"Hunting's legal in some parts of the state, but..."  Lydia trails off as she watches Parrish slowly unzips a bag.   "What is it?"

He pulls the flaps back and both look in shock at the sight, "It's not venison." He says. 

Hanging in front of them was a dead body of a middle aged woman, hanging from the meat hooks.