AJ Argent

by ArtificialMykel

AJ Argent is not your typical teen. He has a few secrets up his sleeve, but when it comes to his twin sister Allison, there's no secret in the fact that he'll do anything to protect her. Anything at all. But can he do this while also falling for a particular werewolf? What will AJ have to lose, his family, or his potential soulmate? DISCLAIMER: I don't own Teen Wolf unfortunately.

1. Chapter 1

Alright guys and girls and everyone in between, I've recently become obsessed with Teen Wolf and naturally, a FanFiction had to happen. So here you have it! I'm going to try and write a chapter for each episode to cover everything (which I know now takes freaking ages so updates will take a little while). Hopefully it works, I'm pretty confident that it will. We're going to start at the very beginning with TW on the first episode.

AJ hasn't quite figured things out with himself yet so prepare yourself for some sexual frustration, hormonal outbursts, weird crushes, sex dreams and lots of family drama, along with snippets from the past and maybe the odd POV change. There are a few minor changes with dialog and things and maybe the odd pairing change but you'll just have to wait and see with that ;)

I have rated this M because of language but also because of later smut. It's going to happen, I just don't know when yet.

Anyway! Enjoy.

AJ's POV

"AJ! We're leaving in ten so get your butt down here!" I hear Allison shout up to me from downstairs.

At least I think she's downstairs. I haven't quite figured out where people are shouting from in this new house but that's probably because we've been here less then twenty-four hours.

I grab my newly strung, brand new Lacrosse stick and fully stocked backpack and make my way downstairs, stopping briefly in front of the full length mirror in the hall. Dark grey skate chinos, black KR3W tee and my tie dye Lacorda pullover with the sleeves pushed to my elbows. My outfit is topped off with a light grey slouch beanie, black and white high top Adidas sneakers and my tie dye Lacorda shoelace belt.

I wear this type of outfit pretty much every day but obviously with different variations. Like I don't wear exactly the same clothes everyday. That's gross. I always wear KR3W, Adidas, Arbor, Remind and Lacorda Threads, but that's only because these companies sponsor me for my skateboarding. I'm not bragging, but I will explain more of that later on.

I turn to look side on in the mirror to make sure my chest is neatly flat and well covered. I run my hand over my stomach and smile at the tightness of it. A whole summer of daily work outs and protein shakes have definitely helped with masculinising my body. I'm not bragging, I'm just proud. It's taken a lot of effort for me to get this far and I'm by no means buff. I'm just more athletic and healthier then before.

It's the first day at a new school in a new town with strangers. Mom always says you have to make a good first impression because if it's a bad one that's all people will remember about you. I intend to make the best first impression possible without being to pompous and all.

I make my way downstairs and into the kitchen setting my backpack by the front door. Allison is already eating a bowl of cereal and reading through a text book. She's nervous about our first day, I can tell because she's trying to brush up on her school work. Not that she needs to. She's smart as hell.

"There's fresh coffee if you want some." She informs me without looking up from the book.

"Allie, do I look okay?" I ask her.

My appearance is extremely important to me and it makes me nervous if I leave the house without any reassurance from my twin sister. She's honest without being too harsh like some people. I never use to care about my appearance until I came out about three years ago and now I take pride in how I look. I'm still trying to get the hang of fashion though, and Allison is good at that sort of thing thanks to mom teaching her.

Allison looks up from the book and her eyes roam over my outfit, pausing at every item of clothing and finally stopping at my head. "Very nice, glad you decided not to wear shorts. Smart and casual, very handsome. But lose the beanie, we're in California, not Alaska." She smiles and goes back to her text book.

She's right, the beanie was too much. I bite my lip and fiddle with my now not needed beanie. "Do I pass?" I ask her quietly.

She looks up again and this time notices the worry on my face. She stands up, takes my hand and leads me upstairs to the bathroom that we share. She plants me in front of the mirror and rummages around in the box labelled hair stuff. We haven't had time to unpack everything yet.

"You're going to need to at least stoop down AJ, I can't reach." She tells me while still trying to find the perfect hair product for me.

I do as I'm told and lean over so my short ass sister can attack my unruly hair. Since I came out as transgender, Allison and I have become so much closer. We never hated each other but we definitely had our differences. When we were younger she was always into floral things and dressing up and playing with dolls. She had an obsession with things being neat and clean and everything having its own place. She didn't like disruption.

I on the other hand, I was all over the place. I climbed trees and scraped my knees and ripped my clothes while playing outside. My parents had to bribe me to come inside in the evenings for meals and to have a bath. Allison hated it. She hated that I didn't care about my appearance or the fact that I would trail mud and grime through the house and into the room that we shared back then. She would scream at me that girls aren't supposed to do things like that and I'd simply reply that I wasn't a girl so it was okay. Of course, I was born a girl but I never felt like one. Mom and dad called it a phase, Allison really didn't like me to start with when we were very young, but then she just learnt to handle it while crying to mom every time I got dirt near her.

It was around age eight when my parents decided to look into why I was the way I was. The researched so much and it really screwed my mom over. She gave birth to two little girls and the things that they were researching suggested that I might be a little boy in a girls body. She took it so badly and tried to push me into girly things and dresses so we had a bit of a falling out. We haven't really reconnected yet. Not from lack of trying on my part.

I love my mom but she doesn't agree with me being the real me. She still misgenders me and calls me by my birth name which really hurts. She isn't even trying which is the hard part. I'd understand if she was trying and made genuine mistakes, but it's not even that. Although Allie is convinced that she's still just trying to get her head around things and it'll take a little bit more time. That's fine, I guess.

Allie and I might be twins but we're not identical. I've always been a bit taller and skinnier. She says I'm scrawny, but that's okay. I wouldn't say I was an unhappy child, but I definitely had a bit of confusing start, as you can probably tell from what I said before.

Life is a bit different now, we deal pretty well and since I've figured myself out Allison and I have become so close. It's awesome. Dad is great too but I think some things confuse him. He's trying though, and I love him for it.

Anyway, back to the present. Whatever product Allison is using on my hair smells so good, but it feels like it's ripping my hair out. She seems like she knows what she's doing, which she does because she's always helping me out with these sorts of things, so I don't protest. Once she's finished she washes her hands and steps back to admire her work, a smile playing on her lips. I look up into the mirror nervously and my beautiful hair is a mess. Not the type of mess I like either.

"Just do your hair flick." She orders me with a wave of her hands.

Again I do as I'm told like the good brother I am and this time my hair falls into place. It has a bit more volume and a lot more style then what I did with it originally. Which to be honest, was nothing.

She smiles again and leaves the bathroom. "We're going to be late for school. And no, you are not going on your skateboard. You can travel in the car for once."

Dammit, I love my skateboard, hence the sponsors but I know she means it in a good way. Its school, not a park. That's that dad would say anyway. I'll take my board just in case and probably come home on it. I know today has the potential to be stressful and a ride on my board always clears my head.

Allie goes to her room to get her school bag and we both trudge downstairs and out the door, locking it behind us. New neighbourhood and all that, can't be too careful.

. . .

Allie and I are waiting out the front of our new school waiting for the principal to come bad take us to our first glass. We like most of the same classes so we've been put together for most of our school schedule which is pretty cool. We got on way better then most siblings. I love spending time with her and we really get on. Don't get me wrong, we have our fallings out like a lot of siblings do. But we also resolve them almost straight away. We talk about our problems and deal with things like adults.

"AJ, do you really have to do that?" Allie snaps at me.

I'm on my skateboard pulling some flat ground tricks because my board chills me out when I'm nervous and damn, I'm super nervous now we're actually here and waiting to join our first class.

I stop reluctantly and slump down next to my sister with my feet still on my board rolling it side to side. She's on the phone to mom. Mom never calls me, only Allie but that's cool. Less misgendering for me to deal with.

"Oh, my god, I didn't actually forget a pen." Allie mumbles, rummaging through her bag.

I look around at the school that will hopefully be the last stop in our education until college. It sounds stupid but I really hope we get to stay here until we graduate. Allie and I have already been held back a year because of dads work and it totally blows. This town seems nice, the little that we've seen of it and I think it would a nice, peaceful, chilled out place to finish our education.

Allie and I have no problem with classes. We're lucky enough to be able to study together at home and we get pretty decent grades so hopefully we should be able to finish this school year without being held back again.

I'm pretty lucky because I look younger then I am so people don't really question things like with I haven't quite gone through puberty yet. Like I can make my voice deeper but I don't have facial hair yet. That's fine thing, we're getting my health plan sorted soon.

I then notice a young looking guy making his way over to him. He's wearing a suit and looks very principal like. I nudge Allie to let her know.

"Okay, okay. I gotta go mom. Love you." She says then slips her cell in bag.

We both stand up and I pick up my board, holding it to my chest like a security blanket. Allie takes my hand, gives it a little squeeze then releases it. She's nervous too.

"Sorry to keep you waiting." The suited guy says.

I step forward to shake his hand. Maybe a little too formal but hey, I have manners. He smiles then gestures towards the school doors.

"So you were saying San Francisco isn't where you both grew up?" He probes.

I hate questions. This is Allie's area. I'm not so great at talking when I'm nervous. My voice goes all squeaky and high.

She clears her throat and smiles at suit guy. "No but we lived there for more then a year, which is unusual in our family." I nod along with what she's saying.

"Well hopefully Beacon Hills will be your last stop for a while."

He leads us through the school and damn, these halls would be perfect for some skateboarding. I go to put my board down but Allie glares at me so instead I just keep a firm grip on it. The suited guy goes through a door and steps aside for us to step in too.

I immediately notice a guy with longish dark hair gawking at Allie. Jeez, has he never seen a girl before? I would understand if he was staring at the both of us, you know, two new students in a smallish town. But no, he's staring at my twin sister. Dude better watch his eyes on my sisters body.

"Class, these are our new students, Allison and AJ Argent. Please do your best to make them feel welcome." And with that he leaves us at the mercy of a class of strangers.

There are two empty desks thankfully towards the back of the class, but both of them at behind the gawker. Allie leads the way and takes the first dest behind him and I take the one behind her. She clearly didn't notice him staring at her or she would have taken the second desk so I could be between the intrusive eyes and her. As we sit down the guy next to Allie, buzzcut wearing a hoodie and blazer, waves and nods to us but doesn't ask questions. He's got some weird facial tick going on and he definitely looks like a fidgeter.

Gawker turns around and hands Allie a pen. "Thanks." She says after a beat. She's a little weirded out, I can tell by the way she speaks.

He's a total weirdo. How did he even know she forgot a pen? He continues to stare at her for a few seconds and I have to fight the urge to jump across my sister and punch that stupid look off his face. Like seriously, she's beautiful, but there's no need to be creepy about it.

"We'll begin with Kafka's Metamorphosis on page 133." The teacher states as Allie and I pull out our text books.

Wonderful. I pull out my notebook and pencil and start to doodle. At least I can get my art class started already.

. . .

"You know AJ, you can leave your sisters side for a few seconds. She won't get lost without you." A kinda cute but totally annoying red-haired chick says to me as I hover next to Allie by her locker.

I'm protective, I can't help it. Also our lockers are right next each other and I literally just finished putting my skateboard in my locker. I have no idea who this redhead is but she's pissed me of already. I'm not in the mood for annoying today.

She checks out my outfit then turns to Allie and does the same. "That jacket is absolutely killer. Where'd you buy it?"

Allie pauses then smiles. "Our mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco."

Great, fashion talk, my favourite, not.

"And you are my new best friend." Redhead states before she's grabbed from behind by a butch looking blonde guy. "Hey Jackson."

I turn away from the duo and scan the hallway until my eyes fall on the gawker from before. He's standing with the blazer from our class and another girl but he's staring at Allie.

"So, this weekend, there's a party." Redhead tells us both.

"A party?" Allie asks.

"Yeah. Friday night. You both should come." The blonde guy, Jackson, tells us.

I take my chance to chip in. "Uh, family night." I lie without taking my eyes of the gawker.

"Yeah, sorry. We can't. Friday night is family night." Allie confirms my lie but she's also looking between Jackson and the gawker, sending a smile his way. Nice one sis, tempt him further.

"You sure? I mean, everyone's going after the scrimmage." Jackson probes further.

"Dude we said no aight." I snap at him.

Allie swats my arm. "AJ, rude." She chastises me but I can feel the frustration building up inside me. "You mean like football?" She asks.

I can't believe that creep is still staring. He's not even listening to his friends now, he's just staring out right at Allison. Is he staring at her chest?

Jackson snorts out a laugh. "Football is a joke in Beacon. The sport here is lacrosse. You play AJ?"

"What? Yeah." I answer without looking away from the creep who I know is now definitely staring at my sisters chest.

"Well then you better hurry up. We've got practice in a few minutes." He says as he walks away with the redhead.

As they walk away I start towhead over to creeper but Allie slaps my arm again. "What the hell was that?" She snaps at me.

I turn to her and point in the general direction of the gawker. "That little fucker-." I look over and he's gone. Shit. "How did you not notice that fucker staring at you?" I snarl at her.

"The guy from class? Yeah I saw him. What's the big deal AJ?" She says, acting all nonchalant.

"Allie, he was fixated on you for fuck sake!" I shout. Anger takes over and without thinking about it I slam my fist into my locker door.

My twin flinches next to me and closes her eyes, letting out a shaky breath. "AJ, I thought you were going to stop lashing out like this." Her voice is small but nervous.

She's right. I'm supposed to be working on this, counting to ten and shit like that.

I close my eyes and turn to press my forehead against my abused locker. "I'm sorry Allison. I just don't like the way he was staring at you. It wasn't normal. He's not normal. I'm sorry."

She sighs and rests her hand on my shoulder. "It's fine. I guess I should be grateful that you're looking out for me so much. Come on." She grabs my hand and drags me down the hall. "Lets get you to practice so you can show this school what you're made off."

"Allie?" I stop in my tracks outside the changing rooms and pull my twin into a hug. "Love you sis. I'm sorry, I'll work on it more." I kiss the top of her head quickly then push her away.

She smiles and heads off outside to the bleachers. Let's see if I can make the team of a sport I've never actually played before.

. . .

I wait until the changing room is completely empty before I even think about getting changed into my lacrosse gear. Finding a quiet corner, I unpack my lacrosse pads, shorts and loose fitting tee. The last thing I pull out of my bag is my sports binder.

I have to bind my chest because I still haven't had chest surgery to remove the, shall we say unwanted chesticles. I'm lucky in that I don't have an overly big chest. But they're still there so I have to bind. My regular binders that I wear everyday are too tight to do sport in because they prevent me from breaving properly. So I pretty much use a sports bra thats a size too small for me. Or at least, I'm supposed to.

Today I'm feeling particularly dysphoric. I suppose I could do one session with my binder on. It'll be fine. I pull on my lacrosse gear and grab my stick. I can't believe I'm about to try and play a sport I've only ever seen videos of on YouTube and ESPN.

I jog out onto the field to see guys doing drill runs and practice shots. Shit, there are more people in the bleachers then I thought. As I'm looking at the bleachers I see Allie and smile but I'm cut short when someone plows straight into. I land awkwardly on my side with my elbow jutting out into my ribcage. I look up to see a big guy sending me an apologetic smile. Damn, what a fucking rhino.

"Argent! You're late! Five laps!" Coach yells at me from across the field as he blows his whistle. Damn, that's gonna get annoying.

I clench my jaw, nod, wedge my helmet on and with stick in hand, I start my five laps.

Allison's POV

I can't believe AJ has already been knocked on his ass and been picked up on being late by the coach. I know why he's late but no one else does. I hate that he has to hide before he can change. It always makes him late and he always ends up being picked up on it.

I watch my brother as he starts his laps. Hopefully being on the field today will let out some of that pent up anger he has. I'm grateful that he's so protective but he can be a little overbearing. He gets that from dad. We figure AJ had a small issue with anger about four years when he came out. He struggles with expressing his feelings so instead of talking or crying or writing about it, he lashes out and breaks things. Thankfully he hasn't hit anyone recently but when he use to, it was usually dad, but only because dad told him to. He took AJ sparring, taught him how to safely let out his anger.

I'm so proud of AJ as well. His dedication to become fitter and healthier over the last few months has surprised all of us. He worked so hard and now it's paying off. Although, he looks like he's already flagging and he's only on his second lap. He's not usually this slow, he'd usually be close to finishing his third lap by now.

"Argent! That's enough, get over here. Lets see your shooting." The coach yells over.

AJ shakes his head violently before running over to join the front of the queue of boys. Coach throws a larger stick at the boy from my English class and directs him to the goal.

"Who is that?" I ask Lydia beside me.

"Him? I'm not sure who that is. Why?"

"He's in my English class."

Another whistle blows and the goalie guy suddenly freaks out, grabbing his head and almost falling to the floor. What the hell?

AJ's POV

Shit my chest hurts. Maybe I should go and change my binder, this one is hell. "Argent! You're up." Coach yells to me.

A whistle blows but it sounds distant. I focus on the goalie and notice those gawker creeper eyes that keep staring at my sister. I scoop up the ball and start my run at the goal, paying close attention my lacrosse head to make sure I don't lose the ball. A few tiny practice swings and then I shoot the ball but as I do I get a small stab of pain in my ribs. Ignoring it, I watch almost in slow motion as it flies straight towards the goal and hits gawker in the face guard of his helmet.

The guys behind me laugh at gawker and I can't help but smirk as he drags himself off the ground. Maybe I could get use to this sport.

"Nice shot Argent, now bench it. You look like you might pass out." Coach tells me with a slap to my shoulder.

I take a seat next to the blazer from English and pull of my gloves and helmet.

"Hey, nice shot man." He mumbles without taking his eyes off the goalie, who now incidentally is catching every attempt from the other guys. With each catch, blazer boy whoops.

"Thanks man. He a friend of yours?" I ask casually.

"Yeah, Scott's my best friend." Then he turns to me. "You're AJ right? The new guy." I simply nod. "I'm Stiles, Stiles Stilinski. You played lacrosse at your old school?"

"Nah, never played before. Only practiced at home with a rebound trainer." I admit to him. "Stiles Stilinski? Like for real?" I can't help myself but laugh a little.

He laughs too. "Hey, it's just as bad as AJ Argent." We both start to laugh about our stupid sounding names.

I like this kid, plus he's kind of cute. Goofy but cute.

Scott the gawker saves a goal from that Jackson kid and Stiles jumps up and starts to whoop and hollo for his best friend. I sit and laugh at him, getting another small stab in my chest again. I turn around to see redhead cheering and Allie clapping for him. She has a weird look on her face and I know damn well that I'm going to have to talk to her later about this guy. But for now, I think I'll go back and get changed quickly before the other guys pile into the changing room.

. . .

"AJ, all I'm saying is I think it was a dumb move to wear your binder. I could tell you were in pain." Allie rambles to me.

We're in the car heading home and it's somehow become dark as hell out. I hate the dark, or more like I hate what could be lurking in the dark. I've been in pain since lacrosse practice getting more and more stabs of pain in my lower chest with every breath.

"Allie, you don't understand." I say for the hundredth time.

I have my arms wrapped around my chest to try and keep warm because it's freaking freezing right now but also because I can subtly put pressure on my ribs where it hurts without Allie knowing. I don't want her to know I'm in more pain then I've said I am.

I close my eyes and let the therapeutic sound of the rain on the car windows hypnotise me into an almost unconscious state when I suddenly hear Allie let out a scream and hear a thud as she brings the car to a rapid halt.

"Oh my god. Oh my god I just hit something. AJ I just hit someone!" She shouts to me, panic ripping through her voice.

"Hey, calm down Allie. It's okay, stay here." I tell her as I unbuckle myself and climb out into the rain.

I'm soaked through before I've made my way round to the other side of the car and I can already hear the whimpering dog before I see it. I shake my dripping wet hair out of my eyes as I crouch down next to the wounded animal. It growls and snarls at me but I continue to move forward and place my head on its head. It's growls quickly fade back to whimpers as it lays its head back down on the wet road.

Without thinking about the dangers, I scoop my arms under the wounded beast, scraping my knuckles on the cold tarmac. I lift it with a slight struggle and go round to the trunk of the car. Allie pops the trunk without me having to ask and I gently lay the dog in the back before closing it and climbing back into the passenger side.

"We need to find an animal clinic somewhere. It's injured." I tell Allie.

She doesn't reply so I look over and see her shaking and crying. Shit, she can't drive like this. I place my hand over hers and give it a squeeze.

"I'll drive." I tell her quietly.

She nods so I climb out and go round to her side as she moves over to the passenger seat. I clamber in, moving the drivers seat back so I'm not folded up and turn on the ignition. Allie digs around for her cell to search for a near by animal clinic and I drive in silence waiting for directions.

. . .

I'm sat on the edge of the trunk outside an animal clinic while Allie is seeing if anyone is still here. They should be, the lights are still on. The dog is relatively calm but still in pain and I'm pretty sure her leg is broken. I comfort her by softly stroking the top of her head.

Allie comes round to the back of the car and the dog barks and growls at her making her jump back into the arms of the guy from the clinic. Un-fucking-believable, it's Scott the gawker.

"You okay?" He asks, holding onto her arms for way longer then necessary. Allie nods frantically at him. "She's just frightened." He tells her, still holding onto her arms.

"That makes two of us." Allie says.

"Um, hello? Injured dog here that needs help." I say with a wave.

I go to stand up but as I do I get another stab of pain so sharp, it brings me to my knees. I curse under my breath and Allie kneels next to me.

"AJ, what's wrong?" She asks, rubbing my back.

I shrug her off. "I'm fine." I stand up and Scott is already carrying the dog inside.

Allie is right behind him so I close the trunk and follow them in. By the time I'm in there he's also figured out that dogs like is broken, which is kind of obvious, and bragging about being about to make her a splint. I lean against the wall and run a hand through my messy, soaked hair.

"Yeah, I have a shirt in my bag." Scott tells her.

"Oh, I don't want to trouble you." Allie tells him with a small wave of her hand.

She totally likes him.

"Here." He completely ignores her and hands her a shirt from his bag.

She smiles her thanks and leaves the room to stand on the other side of a door with a freaking window in it. As she peels off her wet tee shirt, I see Scott watching my half naked sister.

"You know Scott," I walk up to him and thank the gods that I'm slightly taller then him. "If I catch you staring at my sister again, I'll rip your fucking eyes out and-." I'm cut off by Allie coming back in.

I simply glare at him and go back to lean on the wall but instead, I decide to leave.

"I'll wait outside. I'm gonna call dad, let him know why we're late. Don't be long." I tell my twin without looking at her.

I swear to god if he touches her I'll fucking kill him.

. . .

"What the hell took you so long?" I quiz Allie as she climbs back into the car with a grin on her lips.

"Nothing. We're going to this party on Friday night, okay?"

"No."

"Well I'm going."

I sigh. "Then I'll have to go too."

"Yep." She smiles even bigger as we pull away and head home.

Fucking wonderful.

. . .

When we get home, we're quizzed by dad. He's just worried and it's totally fine. Except I'm soaked and in pain. I cut the conversation short by telling him that I need to sleep for lacrosse first elimination in the morning. He's a little shocked that I managed to pull it off but he's also proud that I could make the team.

Once I'm in my room, I strip off my clothes and fight my way out of a dripping wet binder. It physically painful for me and takes a few minutes but once I'm out, I go to my mirror to see a deep, dark blue bruise has formed on my side at the bottom of my ribcage. That freaking rhino guy from practice has one hell of a shoulder on him.

I jump in to take a hot shower before falling onto my bed. I reach up to open the window slightly so I can actually breathe without it getting too warm in here and I think about my first day of school.

All in all it went pretty well. I didn't punch anyone which is a bonus. I really hope I make the team tomorrow. I close my eyes and suddenly the goofy kid from the field, Stiles, pops into my head. He's kinda cute, in a weird way. Ah damn, there's no way I can have a crush on him.

Instead of thinking about him, I try to think about lacrosse tactics and it's enough to make me almost unconscious. Right at the last second, before darkness engulfs me, I hear the distant but very clear howl of a wolf.

. . .

"Now get out there, and show me what you got! Come on!" The coach yells at all of us as some of the other guys cheer and whoop.

It's elimination time. I feel like my ribs have been crushed on one side but screw it, I have to make this team. I watch the other guys pass the ball around between them, creating a gap just left of the goal and I take my chance. Running into it, I signal that I'm not guarded and a lanky red-haired guy passes to me. I take a few steps, dodge a defence, shoot and score the first shot of the session.

"Argent!" Coach shouts me over. "Nice work buddy, you made the team. First line for you!" He slaps my shoulder and the pain vibrates down to my busted side.

I wince and clutch my side, earning a concerned look from couch and from Allie in the bleachers.

"Whoa kid, go sit down before we have to carry you off the field. Congrats again!" Coach walks away to focus on the other guys.

I take a seat on the bench next to Stiles and pull my helmet off. "Dude, you okay?" He asks me.

"Yeah man, I'm good." I lie.

"You going to the party later?"

"Yeah, sure. You?" I ask him, hoping he's going to say yes.

"I'll be there." He smiles and turns his focus back to the game.

. . .

This party blows, but at least I can keep an eye out for Allie here. The only dangers I can see are Scott's hands all over her and some creepy looking older guy who looks like a fucking drug dealer.

I'm inside with Stiles and some of his friends and they're all talking about random stuff when Scott comes stumbling through the house towards the front door.

"Yo, Scott, you good?" Stiles asks him straight away.

Scott looks high as fuck, that older guy is definitely a dealer. Scott continues through to the front of the house and disappears out of sight, soon to be followed by Allie. I try to follow too but some huge guy cuts me off and tries to dance with me. He clearly doesn't understand the word no, since I say it at least three times so instead I punch him in the gut to move him out the way.

By the time I'm outside, Allie and Scott are no where to be seen. Fuck.

"AJ, what's up?" Stiles appears behind me and places his hand on my shoulder.

"Allie, she's gone. I think Scott might have taken her somewhere." My voice cracks with worry and it's clear that Stiles hears it.

"Hey, Scott's a good guy. Come on, I'll give you a ride back to yours." He gives my shoulder a squeeze and directs me to his Jeep.

He seems pretty flustered but I kind of get the impression that he might have ADHD form the way he skits and flails around so much. I hope he's right about Scott otherwise not only will I kill him, dad will too.

. . .

I'm totally wiped. That party sucked and the only good thing was getting to know Stiles a little better. He's pretty awesome and its super clear to me that I have a crush on him. But it's also super clear that he has a crush on that redhead, Lydia. Whatever, I can dream right? Stiles dropped me home then took off in his Jeep, shouting an apology to me for being so jittery. I hope he's okay.

When I got into the house, I was surprised to see Allie already here, without Scott. She looked so sad and pissed off and I don't blame her. I offered to hunt him down and kick his ass but she just laughed it off and went to her room to study. I decided to take a long shower after speaking with Allie and that's where I am now.

The water feels so good and I can't help but stretch under the flow of it. My muscles ache like crazy after lacrosse practice but my ribs feeling like they're in about a thousand different pieces, every little piece digging into my skin and lungs. I can't believe the force of that guy. I know lacrosse is a contact sport but hell, it's been days and I'm still in agony. I might have to ask dad to have a look at it for me when he gets back from work. He works some stupid hours by the way.

When I'm finished washing myself, I turn off the water and step out into the steam filled bathroom. I wrap a towel around my waist, resting it on my hips and then another one over my shoulders so it drapes over my chest. I don't need to cover up any more then this because I'm literally walking from the bathroom to my bedroom which is just down the hall.

"Allison, it's for you!" I hear mom shout up to Allie.

The door bell must have gone without me hearing it. If its Scott trying to explain why he ditched my freaking sister, I'm going to kill him. I head out to go to my room, running a hand through my wet hair and shaking it out a bit, when Allie sees me and her eyes go wide.

"AJ, wait." She tells me but it's a little too late.

I walk past her and stop dead when I look down to the front door and see Stiles standing with his mouth hanging open. I'm practically naked in front of my crush. Stiles is still wearing his shirt and tie from the party and looking cute as ever, but he's also now got a slight pink tinge added to his shocked expression. I take a silent second to thank god for allowing me to develop a small but noticeable six pack and v line.

Stiles gives me a nervous wave. "AJ, hi." He says with a small crack in his voice and he doesn't hide his quick scan of my body.

"Stiles, you good dude?" I ask him after a few seconds of him just staring at me.

"Yeah. Scott. Gotta go." He flails his hands around a bit then basically runs to his Jeep.

Allie turns to me with a smirk playing on her lips. "What the hell was that about?"

I shrug but I can feel my cheeks burn up. "Nothing. I'm going to bed." I tell her.

She laughs and goes to push my shoulder but then sees my beat up side. "AJ, what the hell?"

"It's nothing. Night." I don't give her a chance to quiz me further.

Once I'm in my room, I collapse on my bed and think about the handsome, adorable Stiles. He's mighty fine.

Okay so, there it is. I know I left out the end of the first episode with Scott and recognising Argent but meh. I figured 6500 was enough.

If any of y'all have any suggestions lemme know please. All reviews are welcome.

Also I don't have a beta so it there's errors I'm sorry.

Hope you enjoyed!