"Haven!" A voice called out to her, "Come on! We're going to be late!" Haven heard the words but she didn't want to react to them. Sleep was almost nonexistent for her that night. The same images flashed over and over in her head. The previous evening, she and her mom were out for a drive and they almost hit someone that ran across the road. Haven, against her mother's wishes, had run out to check on them. Of course, they didn't find whoever it was but for some reason that event had given Haven a sleepless night.
Alas, morning had come and it was time to properly function. Haven grumbled and threw off her blankets, stretching out a bit as she did. Rubbing her eyes, she climbed out of bed and walked past her dresser mirror. The image in the corner of her eye ceased her walking...Something wasn't right. Haven quickly stepped back in front of the mirror and shock moved through her body. She didn't look like she knew she was supposed to. She looked too young, this wasn't right. Haven came back to Beacon Hills to see Allison one last time, and this wasn't how she looked before. Right when this realization set in, all memory of who she was wiped away. All that remained was the teenage Haven Argent looking back at her in the mirror.
"Haven, come on. Do you really want to be late on our first day?" Allison asked from the doorway.
Haven turned to her sister and shook her head, "No, definitely not." She and Allison exchanged their silly expressions before Haven turned back to the mirror. There was something off settling about her reflection, but she ignored it and went ahead to get ready for the first day at Beacon Hills High school.
Haven quickly threw on a pair of jeans, a loose fitting blouse, and her high top sneakers before running down the stairs. She literally almost ran into Chris, "Morning, dad! Can't talk, running late." She dashed past him, caught the pop tart that Allison tossed to her and the sisters headed out the door. "Bye, mom!" Haven called out, closing the door behind her.
Chris and Victoria watched them dart off to school out the window, and Chris chuckled.
"What's so amusing?" Victoria asked, looking at her husband with raised brows.
"The twins." Chris answered like it was the most thing in the world.
Victoria grinned a bit because she knew exactly what Chris meant. Her grin faltered when a thought crossed her mind.
Chris recognized this look and wrapped his arm around her, "Haven will be fine. Allison won't let anything happen to her."
While she knew this was true, she couldn't help but worry about Haven. After all, Haven was the only Argent that didn't know the family secret.
Out at the car, the twins were making the final preparations before driving off. "They're staring at us." Haven waved at her parents then turned to Allison, "Don't they trust us to make it to school on time?"
"Me, oh yeah. You, not so much." Allison replied teasingly, causing Haven to swat her in reply.
On the drive to school the twins speculated what their classes and what not might be like. "I hope you'll at least try to make some friends." Allison looked at her sister briefly before bringing her eyes back to the road.
"You sound like mom." Haven replied with a bit of an eye roll. "I like not having friends. Why is that so hard to believe?"
Allison didn't answer and just sighed a little, pulling into a parking spot at the school. "Will you at least behave?" She asked, hoping for a bit of a compromise.
"No promises." Haven wiggled her eyebrows with a grin and laughed when Allison rolled her eyes in reply.
The twins walked towards the school when Haven's phone rang, "Go ahead, I'll catch up." Haven told Allison before taking a seat on a bench to search for her phone.
"Alright, I'll see you inside." Allison walked off and called over her shoulder, "Tell mom I said hi."
Haven rolled her eyes once again and finally found her phone, "Hey mom, you know you really didn't have to call. Oh and Allison says hi...Yeah, mom, I know...Everything's fine except..." Haven started digging through her bag, "I forgot a pen. How could I have forgotten a pen?" She ran her hand through her hair, listening to her mom on the other end of the line, "Yeah, I know. I gotta go, Allison is coming over with some dude in a suit...I know, mom. Love ya."
She ended the phone call with her mother and stood up as Audrey and the Principal approached. "I thought there were two new students joining us today." He said in greeting, "Please, follow me."
Haven adjusted the strap over her shoulder and followed behind Allison and the Principal. She didn't chime in when he asked about where they moved from and let her twin take over that conversation. Haven didn't feel the need to talk about San Francisco and how it was weird that they lived there for over a year.
The Principal led them to their first class, one that they happened to share. He took the liberty to introduce them, "Class, these are our new students Allison and Haven Argent." He gestured to whom he was referring to when named. "Please do your best to make them feel welcome." On that note, he left the class, allowing the twins to take their seats.
Haven saw an empty seat in the back corner and made an attempt to head straight for it. Unfortunately, Allison caught onto her sister's plan and quickly claimed that seat for herself. It wasn't that Allison particularly wanted that seat, but she was trying to get Haven to sit anywhere else but the back corner.
The only other available seat was in the middle of the classroom, right behind a cute boy with dark hair and a slightly uneven jawline. Haven kept her head down, trying hard not to make eye contact with anyone as she reluctantly took the seat behind him. Suffice it to say, Haven didn't really do well in social settings. She didn't know it, well at least she didn't remember it, but Haven Parker at this age was exactly the same...when she was sober that is. But that is a story for another time...
Haven turned around to hang her bag on the back of her seat and when she faced forward, the cute boy in front of her was holding out a pen. This surprised her for a couple different reasons, "Thanks." she accepted the pen with a little smile. She felt a blush rise to her cheeks when the boy kept eye contact for an extra moment before turning forward.
Haven looked over at her sister when she heard a 'psst' sound and mouthed 'Stop' when Allison pointed at the boy in front of her and whispered, "He's cute." Allison's wink gave Haven a facepalm moment before she started to pay attention. All the while she couldn't stop wondering how he knew she didn't have a pen. Or maybe that was just his way of saying hi, either way...Haven was keeping the pen.
Class proceeded, Haven actually took some notes, and before she knew it the bell rang. Somehow she made it out of there before anyone else. One thing Haven couldn't stand was waiting in line to get out of class. The congestion of students trying to get out of a doorway made Haven feel claustrophobic.
After thankfully getting her locker open on the first try, Haven tied up her wavy brunette hair into a messy bun and stuck the pen through her hair for safe keeping. She felt like someone was staring at her and she was right. Haven turned around and saw the boy from class down the hall at his own locker. "I'm keeping it." She gave him fair warning and pointed to the pen in her messy bun so there wouldn't be any confusion. Seeing that he looked confused as to why she was talking to him or that she was actually talking to him, made her chuckle.
Her chuckle soon turned into a gasp when Allison snuck up behind her and poked her in the ribs. "Good god, Alli! You gave me a heart attack!" She swatted at her sister for that.
Allison laughed and leaned against the row of lockers, "You should go talk to him. He was nice enough to give you a pen and all."
"Oh yes, my knight in shining armor." Haven replied sarcastically with yet another signature eye roll.
Their conversation was cut short when a strawberry blonde came over and looked as if she was examining them. "Those shoes don't go with that blouse." the girl said to Haven then turned to Allison, "But that jacket is killer. Where did you get it?"
Haven ignored the newcomer and went back to her locker, pretending like she was doing something since she couldn't exactly make a quick getaway.
Allison answered the girl's question, "Our mom was a buyer for a boutique in San Francisco."
"And you are my new best friend." The girl stated with a wide smile, pointing at Allison.
"Make me hurl." Haven meant for that to be quiet, but due to her head pretty much being in her locker, it echoed.
"Are you always this prickly?" The girl asked, not amused by Haven's statement.
"Only around fashion conscious nitwits." Haven shot back, closing her locker.
"Haven." Allison gave her sister a warning look for that. "Please try and behave."
"Don't know the definition." Haven retorted with a grin.
"Obviously not." The girl stated, pursing her lips.
When Haven tried to make a getaway, a guy that she'd peg for a jock came over and kissed the strawberry blonde chick. Haven heard third hand that the chick was named Lydia and the guy was Jackson. "Excuse me." She was snippy with her words, and just wanted to get as far away from them as possible. "Have fun." Haven said to her sis in passing and headed down the hall.
Haven walked past Pen Boy, another buy from class, and a girl, just as the girl was saying, "Can anyone tell me how the new girls are here for five minutes and already hanging with Lydia's clique."
"My sister has a magnetic personality." Haven interjected, causing the girl who had spoken to get startled, "As for me, I'd rather scratch my own eyes out than hang with them." Without another word, Haven continued on her way, feeling better that whatever funk she was finding herself in this morning was wearing off and she was finally being herself.
The rest of the school day was, well, normal. Nothing to report really, which surprised Haven to no end. She actually made it through a whole school day without getting sent to the principal's office. How bizarre was that. Haven should have known that it wasn't going to last long. Not the getting sent to the principal part, but the normal part.
Haven didn't even get as far as the front door before Allison caught up with her. "You're coming with me." Allison pretty much ordered, taking her sister's hand and pulling her along.
"I wasn't there, I didn't do it, and you can't prove it anyway." Haven replied, all the while deliberately making it hard for Allison to pull her along. "Where are you dragging me off to anyway?"
"We're going to watch the lacrosse practice with Lydia." Allison replied, not about to stop pulling her sister along despite how challenging it was starting to become.
"Oh come on. Lydia is so not the kind of person I'd hang out with." Haven retorted.
"How would you know miss loner pants?" Allison stopped and raised her brow. "I promised mom and dad that I'd make sure you socialized today. You don't have social anxiety or anything like that, so I agreed. Now, you're coming with me whether you like it or not."
Haven pulled her hand back and crossed her arms, "Give me one good reason why I should."
"The boy who gave you the pen is on the team." Allison informed her sister with a knowing smile.
Haven narrowed her eyes, "You're evil."
Allison shrugged and smiled, "I know. Now, come on!" She took back her sister's hand and continued to pull a far less reluctant Haven out to the lacrosse field.
Haven was torn because she really did kinda want to watch Pen Boy practice, but she didn't want to be around Allison's new friend just as much. That feeling was apparently mutual since Lydia did not seem too pleased that Haven was sitting with them.
"How is it possible that you two are sisters? I just don't see it." Lydia spoke as the Argent girls sat down the on the bleachers.
"She's the evil twin." Allison replied, and without missing a beat Haven added, "But only part of the time."
"True." Allison added in and the sisters laughed.
Lydia looked at them with wide eyes, "You are twins? Seriously?" she shook her head at them, "I don't see it."
"It wouldn't be the first time someone's told us that." Allison replied, not really bothered by it. It was kinda funny though how so many people thought Haven was Kate's kid given how they looked so much alike. Weird how genes work.
Haven tuned out the conversation that went on between Allison and Lydia, and just looked out onto the field. She grinned a bit when Scott came into view and he smiled at her. Haven pulled the pen from her hair and wiggled it saying, "Mine." Seeing Pen Boy chuckle at that gave her bats in her stomach. Butterflies was so not a strong enough term for what she felt in that moment.
Watching him head towards the goal, Haven leaned over Allison and tapped Lydia's knee to get her attention, "Hey, what's his name?" she pointed over to goalie.
Lydia looked over and tilted her head in thought, "I'm not sure who he is. Why?"
"I can't keep calling him Pen Boy in my head." Haven replied, moving back to her seat.
"He's in our English class." Allison clarified giving Lydia an 'ah' expression in reply.
Haven turned her attention back to the practice and winced when Pen Boy got hit right in the face with a lacrosse ball. "Helmet or not, that's gotta be a pain." She bit her upper lip in annoyance when everyone around laughed at the event. "Seriously? Laughing at someone like that isn't cool." Haven crossed her arms, "And this is why I don't like jocks."
The only good thing that came out of the laughter and taunts was that Haven heard someone call Pen Boy, McCall. At least she had a last name for him now. Still, that didn't stop her from wanting to punch the creeps that laughed at him.
"Go McCall!" Haven shouted from the stands and shrugged with a smirk when the girls looked at her oddly.
She watched as McCall caught a ball and then another, one right after the next. "Wow...I gotta admit, he's good."
"Really good." Lydia and Allison both concurred to that fact.
Haven couldn't help but be amused at the fact that McCall, who had been hit in the face with the ball at the beginning of practice now appeared to be the best player on the team. She was amused because she was thinking that he had planned the whole thing so they'd underestimate him.
"Someone doesn't look happy." Allison pointed to Jackson who was now charging towards Scott to take a shot.
"Jackson is the best player on the team." Lydia informed them as they watched the ball fly towards McCall. Haven couldn't believe that she was actually this anxious to see what happened and when McCall caught it, Haven shot up from her seat and cheered.
With laughter coating her voice she said, "Guess not." referring to what Lydia had previously said about Jackson. Lydia looked pissed at her audacity to say such a thing and Allison had placed a hand over her mouth to hide her laughing smile.
"Lydia looked soooo pissed." Allison said to Haven as they walked to the car after practice.
"I know." Haven emphasized with amusement. "And that was the end of a beautiful day."
"Really? You're quoting that two dead men got up to play poem?" Allison raised her brow at her sister before getting into the car.
"You know me. All weird, all the time." Haven answered, clicking her seat belt.
"Well I gotta say that I'm glad you seem more of yourself now. This morning you were a bit out of it." Allison noticed it the second she saw her sis that morning.
"I blame it on the lack of sleep." Haven answered and pulled the pen out of her hair to slip it into her backpack.
"You're not going to go all Helga on me with that thing, are you?" Allison adjusted the rear view mirror and pulled out of the parking spot.
"No, Alli. I'm not going to build a shrine around the pen. Good lord." Haven rolled her eyes for the millionth time that day and the twins got a pretty good laugh out of that 'Hey, Arnold' reference.
"Oh, by the way, you're coming with me to a party on Friday night." Allison waited until that moment to tell her about it.
"Yeah, no. That's not happening." Haven was adamant about that.
"We'll see." Allison retorted, grinning.
"No, there is no 'we'll see'. I'm not going." Haven was even firmer with her tone this time around.
When Allison ignored her twin and turned on the radio, Haven spoke louder, "I'm serious. I'm not going."
"Don't you just love this song?" Allison asked, turning up the volume.
Haven shook her head at her sister, "It's apparently your turn for being the evil twin."
"Love you too." Allison replied and continued on their way.
Once they got home, Haven went upstairs to start working on homework, which was surprising given her past track record but she was doing it anyway. While Haven was up there, Allison was downstairs with her parents.
"Anything interesting happen at school today?" Victoria asked, turning away from the counter to face her daughter.
"I think Haven has a crush. He's on the lacrosse team and is very good. Like...very good." Allison replied, sipping on her juice.
"Good in human standards or beyond that?" Chris asked, chiming in on the conversation.
"I'm pretty sure he's just naturally that good. Especially since he got hit in the face by the first ball." Allison didn't think he was a werewolf. "I'll keep an eye on them though, just in case."
Victoria was pleased to hear this, "Good. She's too young to know about what we do. You are an exception, Allison, so don't take offense."
"Wasn't going to." Allison replied, "Besides, after I saw what you guys do on the side, it's not like you could keep the family secret from me any longer."
"She has a point there." Chris remembered that night a few years ago and they've been training Allison in hunting ever since.
Victoria looked at Allison, "Go upstairs and ask your sister what she'd like for dinner."
"I'm on it." And with that, Allison left the kitchen.
Once she was off, mama and papa Argent had a little chat, "Don't you think we should start Haven's training?" Chris asked, even though he knew his wife's answer.
"No." Victoria answered firmly, "She has too much of a temper and is far too immature to handle it."
"I believe Haven is stronger than you give her credit for." Chris kissed his wife's forehead before adding, "But alright. I'll let you decide when the time is right."
"Thank you." Victoria replied, "Now get out of my kitchen." she shooed him along with the knife in her hand.
"Yes, ma'am." Chris backed away with his hands up in surrender and chuckled.
Victoria set the knife down and let out a breath. She couldn't explain it, but she didn't feel the same way about Haven becoming a hunter that she did with Allison. Even if the elder twin (by a few minutes) didn't see what happened, Victoria still would have thought she was ready for training. But the thought of Haven becoming a hunter...it terrified her.
After a supper that was filled with conversation about the day, Haven wanted to head into town. "Please, please, please please!" Haven begged her sister with clasped hands and even went so far as to get on her knees.
Allison, sitting on her bed, kept shaking her head at her sister's request. "No way, Haven. You totaled your car, so what makes you think that I will loan you mine?"
"Hey, I paid my dues and I even took Driver's Ed classes again." Haven got up to her feet and sat down beside Allison, "Alli, I am begging you. I was literally one my knees like ten seconds ago. I just want to go buy a couple things in town. Please?"
Allison finally gave in and sighed, "Fine, but my car better be in one piece when you get back." she reached into her bag and tossed Haven the keys.
"Thank you!" Haven exclaimed, catching them. "I will even fill up the tank." She gave Alli a grateful kiss on the cheek and took off out of the room and down the stairs to head into town.
The drive to the store went easily enough but on the way home...not so much. Haven took her eyes off the road for one second and when her eyes returned to the road, there was a dog right in front of her. Even with slamming on the brakes, the car didn't stop in time and she accidentally hit the dog. "No, no, no." Haven quickly unbuckled and got out to check on the animal. "I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed then remembered passing an animal clinic a little ways back so she carefully picked up the animal and put it in the hatch of Allison's SUV.
"You'll be okay, buddy. I promise." Haven spoke to the small dog as she drove through the rain to the animal clinic. As if the night couldn't get any worse.
Haven's memory was right, she did pass an animal clinic, thank goodness. She didn't care that the sign on the door said closed, she knocked on the door several times. When no one came, she pounded a bit frantically, "I see lights on, I know someone's in there!" Haven called out, continually praying that she didn't end up killing the dog. She didn't realize it, but she was crying.
When McCall opened the door, she didn't even process that it was him and just started talking, "You have to help the dog, it came out of nowhere, I didn't mean to hit it!"
"Hey, it's okay." Scott was comforting when he spoke to her. "Where is it so I can call animal control."
"It's in my car." Haven answered quickly, "Not my car, my sister's car. It's in the car!" She rushed over to where she parked, with McCall right behind her, and opened the hatch. The dog was not happy to see them, it barked and growled. Haven jumped fifty feet, at least that's what it felt like, and McCall held onto her.
"Are you okay?" He asked, genuinely concerned. When Haven nodded, he added, "He's just scared."
"Yeah, well, that makes two of us." She replied, wrapping her arms around herself.
"I'll see if I have any better luck." McCall moved closer to the dog, and Haven said, "Be careful." The last thing she wanted was for him to get bit when trying to help her.
McCall didn't have a problem with the dog, it seemed to calm right down when he approached. "Magic touch with animals, no wonder you work here." She had to admit, it was pretty impressive.
She followed him into the clinic, with the dog in his arms, and waited anxiously for him to look the animal over. While McCall had the dog on the exam table, Haven bit her nails and voiced what she was worried about, "He's not going to die right? I didn't kill him?"
"I think his leg is broken, but he's not going to die." He replied and Haven felt so relieved. "I've seen the doctor do a splint a million times. I can do it myself and give him a pain killer for now." He continued then looked at a shivering Haven. "I have a shirt in my bag." McCall offered.
"First a pen, then a shirt, careful there McCall, I just might end up keeping everything you own." Haven teased in reply.
McCall chuckled and got the shirt, "I bet it'd look better on you anyway." He handed it to her and added, "It's Scott, by the way."
Haven accepted the shirt with a smile, "Haven." she replied to his introduction then pulled off her shirt right there, laughing when Scott seemed to blush and look away. "I'm wearing a sports bra, Scott. Same thing I wear when I go jogging." That was the only reason why she was taking off the shirt in his presence. She found it cute when Scott still averted his eyes.
After pulling on Scott's dry, long sleeve shirt, she rubbed her arms again. "You can look now. And thanks for doing this. I feel so stupid." Haven ran her hand through her wet locks.
Scott started working on the splint, "Why?" he asked, turning his attention to her.
"Because I freaked out like a little princess and I am so not a little princess." Haven answered with a shake to her head. It was embarrassing for her because she never acted like that.
"What are you then?" Scott asked with a smile.
"I'm a tough, little cookie." Haven popped a pretend collar then added with a shrug, "At least I thought I was."
Scott made an attempt to make her feel better, "Hey, I'd freak out too. In fact, I think I'd probably cry. And not like a man either, like the biggest girly girl ever."
Haven laughed at the thought of it, "Shut up, you wouldn't."
"Oh, no, I would. Seriously." Scott retorted, laughing along with her. "It'd be pathetic."
Haven moved some hair behind her ear with a smile. She was actually enjoying her conversation with Scott McCall, who had just finished with the dog's splint.
"He's all set." Scott informed her, "And I bet he'd actually let you pet him now."
Haven was reluctant to do that, "I don't know...he's probably still pissed at me."
"It'll be fine." He assured her, "Come on, you wouldn't want him to sue, would you?"
Haven chuckled, "You're a loon." she meant that in the best possible way. With a deep breath, Haven reached out towards the dog but quickly recoiled. She looked at Scott who gave her the reassurance she needed, and with another breath she fully reached out and pet the dog. The dog laid there on the table, happily accepting the petting.
"See, he likes you." Scott looked at Haven and lingered with his looks for a few moments too long.
"What?" Haven asked, wondering what Scott was staring at.
Quickly looking away, he said, "It's nothing there's just...there's an eyelash on your cheek."
Haven wiped her cheek with her hand, "Did I get it?"
Scott shook his head then reached out and softly brushed away the eyelash with his thumb.
There went the bats in her stomach again. Haven ignored them and cleared her throat, "Make a wish."
"What?" Scott asked, not sure what she meant.
"Make a wish." Haven repeated, "You make wishes on fallen eyelashes." It sounded lame when she explained it like that, but Scott did it anyway.
He closed his eyes for a couple moments and when he opened them, he asked, "Now what?"
"Blow." Haven replied and Scott did as she was told. He lifted up his thumb and blew the eyelash off. "So, what did you wish for?" Haven asked, naturally curious.
"Isn't there a rule against telling people your wishes?" Scott inquired with a mildly furrowed brow.
Haven snapped her fingers in an 'awe shucks' manner, "You got me there." she replied and the pair shared another laugh.
Once the time was realized, Haven said, "I better get going. My sister will have my head if I don't get her car back on time."
Scott didn't want her to be late, so after settling the dog in, he walked Haven out to the car. Haven was just opening up the driver's door when he started to ask, "I was wondering...I mean if you're not busy...would you like to go to Lydia's party with me on Friday?"
Haven looked like a deer caught in the headlights in that moment. She would never admit it if asked, but this was the first time she had been asked out on a date. Like a real date not just a 'let's go hang with a group' or something. Finally, Haven answered him, "Okay."
Scott looked surprised and pleased to hear her say that, "Yeah? Seriously?"
"Yeah." Haven replied with a more sure tone and a smile, "I'd love to."
"Awesome." Scott was practically beaming and Haven, once again, thought he was too cute.
"I'll see you." Haven gave Scott another smile before getting into her car and heading home.
Luckily Haven made it back in time so she didn't get in hot water with her twin. While the girls were brushing their teeth before bed, Haven told Allison about 'running into' Scott. She deliberately left out the part about hitting the dog.
After doing a gargle spit, Allison looked over at her sis, "Hold up, little miss loner pants is going on a date?"
"Shut up." Haven replied, with toothbrush in mouth.
"Oh, no. Not about this, I want all the details." Allison replied, crossing her arms and awaiting what her sister had to say.
Haven did her own gargle spit and wiped off her mouth before replying, "He asked me, I said yes. It's not a big deal." She walked out of the bathroom with Allison right on her tail.
"Uh, for you it is." Allison retorted, following Haven into her bedroom. "Why him?"
"He's cute, and funny, and considerate. I mean, he gave me his extra shirt when he realized I was cold from the rain. He made me laugh and...I liked how I felt around him. I figured it was worth exploring." Haven couldn't believe these words were coming out of her mouth, but there they were.
"Wow." Allison was shocked beyond belief. "Just so you know, I will be interrogating him before your date." She turned around to head to her own room.
"Oh, no. Alli, come on, don't do that." Haven pleaded, following her.
"If he intends to date my little sister then I need to be sure he's worthy." Allison held her head high when she said that.
"Alli, you are only older by minutes." Haven pointed out, yet again.
"Still counts." Allison answered before giving her sis a peck on the cheek, "Night miss loner no longer pants." and went across the hall to her room.
Haven rolled her eyes, closing the door to her room, then plopped down on her bed. She couldn't help but smile at the thought of her date with Scott and how moving to Beacon Hills just might not be so bad after all.
"So, I hear someone has a date." Were the first words Haven heard come out of her mother's mouth when she walked into the kitchen for breakfast.
Haven glared at Allison and Victoria continued, "Don't blame your sister. You girls talk louder than you think you do."
"Good to know." Haven muttered in reply, grabbing an orange from the fruit bowl. "Yes, I have a date. No, it's not a big deal. So please don't make a big deal about it."
"Big deal about what?" Chris asked, joining the Argent ladies in the kitchen.
"Nothing." Haven replied, starting to peel her orange.
"Haven has a date." Allison retorted, receiving a swat from Haven because of it.
"Oh really?" Chris asked, pouring himself a cup of coffee. "And who's the lucky fella?"
"Scott McCall." Haven answered, there was no point in lying about it.
"I'll have to run a check on this Scott McCall." Chris grinned at the mortification on Haven's face.
"Dad, no." Haven knew her father would do it, but so didn't want him to. "Allison has already threatened to interrogate him. So please don't do anything."
Chris set his coffee cup on the counter and looked at Allison, "You got this covered?"
Allison saluted their father, "Sure do."
Chris looked at his girls, "Alright then, I expect a full interrogation report." He sounded so serious with his words that Haven honestly couldn't tell if he was being serious about it or not.
"As fun as this is," Haven stated sarcastically, "we have to get to school." After tossing her orange peel in the trash, she gave her parents pecks on the cheek and headed for the door to meet Allison outside.
"Keep an eye on her." That almost came out of Victoria's mouth like an order.
Allison put her bag on her shoulder, "Always do." she replied.
In English class, Haven was seated behind Scott again. Before class started, Haven tapped him on the shoulder. When he turned around, she held a pen out to him. One that wasn't his.
Scott looked amused by this and accepted the pen. "Does this mean I get one of your shirts too?"
Haven laughed at how it sounded and laughed even more when Scott realized how it might have sounded too. "I don't think you could pull it off." She added with wink then said, "We better behave, class is starting."
She looked over at a boy in the corner of her eye, the same boy that was with Scott the other day. If she remembered correctly his name was Stiles or something like that. Her first thought was that she either heard the name wrong it it was a nickname. Haven honestly couldn't imagine anyone willingly naming their child Stiles.
Anyway, Stiles looked at Scott in question as he waved his finger between the two of them. She had to cover her mouth to keep from bursting out laughing when she heard Allison chime in with, "Yes, they're dating, now pay attention."
Scott turned around and smiled, "You're blushing." he pointed out, which made her blush even more.
"Shut up." Haven said with laughter in her voice and gently shoved Scott's shoulder. "You're distracting me."
Scott grinned at that then the whole class was quiet when the teacher demanded attention. At least the class was quiet for a moment before Haven and Allison both started laughing. The warning glares they received from the teacher quieted them a bit, but even so, they still really wanted to laugh.
Haven was hoping to catch up with Scott before his practice and when she found him, he seemed to be in the tail end of an argument with Jackson. "Everything okay?" Haven asked as Jackson stormed off.
"He thinks I'm on steroids." Scott adjusted his lacrosse gear before turning to Haven.
"No offense, but you don't look like you're on steroids." Haven replied with a laugh as the two started walking down the hall towards the field.
"When he asked about juice, I thought he meant juice. He didn't like it when I told him my mom does all the grocery shopping." Scott replied, and stopped when he realized that Haven wasn't following. He turned around to see what was wrong and Haven was bent over. Thinking something was wrong, he asked, "Are you okay?"
Haven finally stood up, eyes teary, face beet red, because she was trying so hard not to laugh, but couldn't keep it in any longer. Haven burst out laughing and after a minute-ish, she finally stopped. "I'm sorry, that's just...that's the greatest thing I have ever heard."
Scott thought Haven was one of the most bizarrely interesting people he had ever met. "Come on, I'm going to be late for practice." He smiled because he wasn't offended by her laughter, in fact, he thought she had a great laugh. It was the kind that was contagious, like you wanted to guffaw right along with her.
Haven took a deep breath and composed herself before walking with Scott once again, "What can I say? It was my turn to be a distraction." She grinned and nudged Scott as they walked out together.
The pair parted ways when they reached the field, Scott joined his teammates and Haven sat with Allison. "Took you long enough." Allison pointed out when Haven finally arrived.
"I was with Scott. He was telling me this hilarious story, I couldn't breathe for a minute there." Haven was still smiling at the whole juice bit.
"It's weird, good, but still weird." Allison admitted, looking at her sister.
"What?" Haven didn't know what she was getting at.
"Seeing you this happy." Allison replied and wrapped her arm around Haven, "I like it."
Haven couldn't argue with that, "Me too."
After their sister moment, they turned their attention to the field. Jackson had just knocked Scott to the ground and that bugged Haven. "Who does that guy think he is?" Haven asked, not expecting an answer, then cupped her hands around her mouth, "Kick his ass, McCall!"
Allison shushed her sister, and Haven just rolled her eyes in reply.
Whether it was Haven's cheer that encourage Scott or what, he started playing a hell of a lot better. Her eyes went wide when Scott leaped over three teammate and got the goal. "Holy shit!" Haven exclaimed with laughter because that was so cool. Seeing Scott do that actually made her miss gymnastics a bit. It was one of the few things she was good at, but like so much else, Allison was better. Haven would never admit it, but that's why she quit.
Pulling herself from her thoughts, she stood up and cheered with the others.
When Practice was over, Haven jumped on Scott's back and gave him a bit of a nuggie, "That was amazing!"
Scott caught Haven and laughed before setting her to her feet, "I can't believe I actually did that."
"Well believe it, there were many witnesses." Haven replied, smiling wide. "I'm not sure what I enjoyed more, when you flipped over those three guys or Jackson's face when he heard you were starting."
Scott thought for a moment. "Both?"
"Oh yeah, definitely both." Haven answered then saw Allison waving her over. "Oh, I better go. Congratulations!" Without even thinking about it, Haven gave Scott a peck on the cheek and ran over to her sister.
Scott was dumbfounded by that act and brought his hand to his cheek, grinning like an idiot.
"I think you broke him." Allison told Haven, pointing over to Scott.
Haven turned and saw Scott expression before he jumped after being yelled at by the Coach. "Oh man." She laughed and faced her sister, "I didn't mean to do that."
"No take backs." Allison replied, "We better get home if you want to be ready in time for the party." she cocked her head for Haven to follow, so she did.
Granted Haven really didn't want to dress up for the party, but then again...she did want to look nice for her date. Oh man, there were those bats again.
Haven looked at herself in the mirror and shook her head, "No, no. I am not wearing this." It was a knee length, subtle leopard print dress and Allison's green, denim jacket.
"Yes, you are." Allison answered, "Because Scott's probably already here."
Haven looked at the time and gasped. She quickly pulled on her high top combat boots and ran her hands through her hair. "I'll see you there?" She asked, grabbing her purse from the bed.
"Don't look for me, Haven. You're on a date, remember? Last thing either of us want is me being a third wheel." Allison stated matter of factly, knowing that Haven would agree.
"Right." Haven took a breath, "Here it goes." she turned around on her heels and headed downstairs. Allison was right, Scott was already there so she headed right outside. Seeing Scott's awed expression made Haven blush again, despite how much she wished she didn't.
Scott got out of the car and opened the door for Haven, "You look incredible."
"Thank Allison." Haven replied, "It's her outfit." she felt stupid for admitting that, but too late to take it back. Haven didn't think Scott heard her, or if he did it didn't register. He had the same goofy looking grin on his face that he did when she kissed his cheek earlier. "You going to drive or what?" Haven asked from the passenger seat, since Scott was still standing with the door open.
"Oh." He stated, closing the door and went around to the other side. "Sorry. I guess I'm kinda nervous."
"Good nervous or bad nervous?" Haven asked with a curious little smile.
Scott smiled at Haven, "Good."
Haven grinned, "Good to know." She buckled up as Scott put the car into gear and headed to Lydia's house for the party. On the way she gave herself a mental eye roll for how many times they said the word good.
When they arrived, Haven grabbed onto Scott's arm, "Okay, truth time. I've never really been to a party like this before. Actually if the party didn't involve streamers and birthday candles, then I've never been to it."
Scott moved her hand from his arm to his hand and gave it a little squeeze, "Just stick with me and it'll be okay."
Somehow, for some reason, Haven believed him and the pair walked into the party.
There were so many people there, most of whom Haven didn't recognize. She noticed Scott looking, well more like staring at something and asked, "You okay?"
Scott quickly turned his attention to her, "Yeah, I'm fine. Uh...want to dance?"
"Sure." Haven answered and she led him over to the dance area.
The pair laughed, danced, and at once point they got so close that Haven thought they were going to kiss. Haven wanted them to kiss. She made the first move to incline that's what she wanted to do, but Scott looked like he was in pain. "Are you okay?" she asked, moving back to give him some space.
"I'll be back in a minute." Scott replied, clutching his stomach as he moved through the crowd.
Haven stood there, debating whether or not she should follow him. Deciding that she should, she headed that way, only to be cut off by Lydia. "Where's your sister?" She asked.
"Allison said she was coming, but I haven't seen her." Haven answered honestly, "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to find someone." Haven didn't give Lydia a choice in the matter and pushed past her to find Scott and see if he was okay.
By the time she caught up with Scott, he had gotten into his car and drove off. Haven had no clue what had just happened and felt so stupid. Haven was about to just start walking home when she heard someone say her name, "Haven."
She turned around and saw a guy that looked a few years or so older than her with dark, spikey hair, and a leather jacket. "I'm a friend of Scott's." he continued and approached her, "My name is Derek."
"Okay." Haven answered, holding onto the strap of her purse, "So?"
"Scott's not feeling well, he asked me to give you a ride home." Derek answered and Haven pondered that for a moment before agreeing.
"Fine," she replied, "but I'm packing mace and not afraid to use it." Haven pointed a firm finger at a grinning Derek and followed him to his car.
Haven was sitting at the kitchen table with a can of soda in her hand when she heard the doorbell. "I'll get it." Victoria called out and went to the door.
The voice coming from the door was a familiar one so she picked up her can and went to see if it was who she thought it was. "Haven, there you are. I think it's for you." Victoria stepped aside for Haven to take over.
Haven looked confused to see Stiles there, "Uh...hi? What are you doing here?"
Stiles was as shocked to see her there as she was confused to see him. "Uh..." Stiles answered in a drawn out way, "Scott's not feeling well so he asked me to come over and apologize."
"Yeah, sure he did." Haven replied, sipping her soda. "You know, you're the second one of Scott's friends to do something because he asked them to. If Scott wants to apologize for ditching me, then he has to do it himself. Good night, Stiles." Haven shut the door before he could get out another word.
Seeing Victoria behind her made her jump, "Jeeze mom, ninja much?"
"Your date ditched you?" She asked, not very pleased to hear that bit of information.
"Apparently he was sick. Whatever, I'm not going to let it bother me." Haven tried to be very convincing with that. "I'm going to watch a movie, g'night mom." she gave her mom a quick kiss on the cheek then headed upstairs to do anything but think of how hurt she was from being ditched.
Allison was out with her father Chris and a couple other people that night. It was the full moon and all, and that meant it was the time to hunt. The forest was dark and foggy, but with the bright moon above them, it was light enough for Allison to see. And what she could see were two werewolves. She was given the go ahead by her father to fire the first shot. Allison took aim and fired an explosive arrow first to blind them, then a normal arrow followed. Both arrows hit their target, the normal arrow going through the arm of the younger wolf, pinning it to a tree.
"Take him." Chris ordered the others, but before they could do so, they were thrown away and impacted with the trees.
Chris pulled out his gun as Allison aimed her bow. When they saw the wolf was no longer at the tree, Chris signaled for them to split up and hopefully cut them off. She nodded in understanding then they went on with the hunt.
After searching for awhile, they lost the wolves and met back up with each other. "Did you get a look at who the small one was?" Chris asked after parting with the others in their party and headed home.
"No, not his human face anyway." Allison was frustrated beyond belief, "I had him." she hit the dash to let out that frustration.
"He wasn't alone, remember that." Chris replied, not wanting Allison to get too worked up about it. "We'll get them, don't worry about that."
Allison was sure that they would so she let it go.
When they arrived at home, Allison went right upstairs to see if Haven was home yet. She was surprised to see Haven was asleep and by the looks of it she had been for awhile. The only thing that came to mind to explain it was that the date didn't go very well. Allison knew she should have grilled Scott before their date. Leaving her sister be, she closed the lid of Haven's laptop and went to her own room in hopes of getting some sleep herself.
The weekend passed and it was uneventful to say the least. Haven was quiet and didn't really leave her room. She claimed that she had a project due on Monday, but Allison knew that wasn't the truth. She gave her twin space, knowing from experience not to push her.
When Monday rolled around, Haven made sure not to sit as far away from Scott as she could. She was not in the mood to deal with him. That didn't change when the end of the day came and she found Scott outside of school waiting for her.
"Don't even bother." Haven told him in passing, but that didn't stop him.
"I'm really sorry, Haven." Scott was sincere with his words, but she wasn't having any of it.
"Sorry isn't going to cut it. Do you realize how big of a deal it was for me to go out with you? My first date ever and I get ditched. What a way to remember it." Haven shot back and kept on walking.
Scott got in her path and pleaded with her, "Haven, I really am sorry. I came down with something and I know it's not a real explanation, but could you please just trust me on this?"
Haven couldn't explain it, but she did want to trust him And there were those damned bats in her stomach again. Haven sighed, running her hand through her hair, "Am I going to regret this?"
"Probably." Scott answered with that goofy grin of his, and Haven laughed.
"So...is that a yes on a second chance?" Scott looked at her hopefully.
Haven met his eyes and bit her bottom lip as she smiled, "Not exactly...it's a 'we'll see'. Just keep in mind that I don't give second chances often, and I sure as hell don't give thirds."
Scott smiled happily, "A chance at a second chance? I'll take it."
Haven rolled her eyes, smiling, then looked over when she heard a car honk. Allison was waving Haven over because their dad was there to pick them up. "That's my dad, I better go. See you around, Scott."
Haven thanked her dad for opening the door for her and climbed into the front seat, while Allison sat in the back. Seeing Scott looking over at them oddly with a wave, Haven chuckled and waved back. "Weirdo." She said with a smile and buckled up.
What Haven didn't know was that Scott had recognized their father. He saw Chris' face in the forest the night of the full moon and knew he was a hunter. What Haven thought was Scott being weird was really the realization of something that Haven didn't know; the Argents were hunters.
End Episode 1