Hey there! Here's my attempt at another story! Hopefully I'll actually finish this one. Anyways! I (unfortunately) do not own anything that is Teen Wolf related, but I do own my character Roxanne! Oh! Feel free to make banners folks!
Staring blankly at my computer screen, I frowned at the price of the boots I'd ogled every time I'd gone to the mall in the past month. My head snapped up when I heard a sound outside. Apparently I hadn't been the only one to hear it seeing as Scott looked at me from our bathroom. One of my recently waxed eyebrows rose up in question. Scott brought his finger up to his lips and motioned for me to follow him out as he grabbed my baseball bat by the door.
Slowly, the two of us crept down the stairs and out to the front porch, Scott holding the baseball bat and I followed right behind him. Scott got closer to the railing, while I stayed by the wall, only to have someone fall and hang upside down from our roof. Well you can guess what happened next, that's right, the three of us screamed.
"Stiles!" What was supposed to be a hushed whisper turned into a high pitch shrill, while I glared at him, "What the shit man!" It didn't take long for Scott to raise his voice as well. "Stiles! What the hell are you doing?"
"Neither of you were answering your phones!" I groaned as I starred indignantly at our retarded friend. "Why do you have a bat?"
I watched as Scott looked at the bat he was holding before answering him, "I thought you were a predator!" Raising an eyebrow at Stiles, I watched as he squirmed a bit. Honestly, I know he's one of my best friends but I could never figure out what was wrong with him, well until I noticed what he was staring at.
A soft groaned rolled off my lips, as I looked down at myself. Pulling my sweater lower to hide my panties, I looked up at Stiles. "Quit staring and get on with why you are here!"
My glare sent him into a frenzy. "Eh right! I know it's late but you've got to here this. Saw my dad leave twenty minutes ago, dispatch called they brought in every officer from the Beacon Hills department and even state police."
Of course my brother and I would succumb to curiosity and ask, "For what?"
Without skipping a beat Stiles replied, "Two joggers found a body in the woods."
I watched as Stiles let himself off the roof and rolled my eyes at the exchange that my twin brother and Stiles were having.
"A dead body?" My brother could be a little dense at times.
"No a body of water. Yes dumbass, a dead body." Ah good old Stiles and his sarcasm.
"Not that I'm not excited to see you Stiles, I'm thrilled really, but why'd you come here? This couldn't wait till tomorrow?"
"Well if you would quit interrupting me and let me explain…" I rolled my eyes at Stiles' response and resorted to giving him a head nod for him to keep going. This is what Stiles and I's friendship mostly consisted off; snarky banter.
"As I was saying, they don't know much just that it was a girl most likely in her twenties."
Now it wasn't my turn to interrupt, "Wait, so if they found a body, then what are they looking for?"
The excitement on Stiles face, in a way, was kind of disturbing. Who get excited over a dead body?! "That's the best part! They only found half… we're going."
"Well you boys obviously don't need me for this little adventure of yours therefore I shall go back inside and wallow in self-pity because I can't afford those boots I've been eyeing. Good night gentlemen!" I began to walk away before turning around, "Oh and Scott wake me up when you get home so I know you made it safe." With that I disappeared inside not waiting for a reply.
Waking up in the morning was probably the most painful thing I could ever have to endure, like come on! Nobody is alive until at least ten, and even then I think that's pushing it. That is why my mother usually woke my brother and I up in the morning, otherwise we'd never out of bed.
A loud wake up was the first thing I heard on this fine morning, as my mother pulled the blankets off of my body. This was why I hated school days, the rude awakening. This morning though was slightly different. Panicked, I bolted up from my bed, wide awake, and rushed over to Scott's bed. I peeled the blankets back and sighed in relief, the dork was snoring lightly. Winding up, I gave my twin brother a good smack on the shoulder to wake him up.
"OW! What was that for!" My startled brother yelled as he stared at me with a look that I could only describe as horrified. I smirked darkly and winked before walking over to my mother, giving her a peck on the cheek.
"Oh you know exactly what that was for mister." Mom watched us in disbelief before walking away, mumbling something about going to work. Grinning cheekily, I happily skipped to my closet, and browsed through the small amount of clothing I had, and pulled a cute ensemble for our first day back.
I slipped on my army green skinny jeans I'd gotten as a hand me down from one of my friends, along with my black lace sweetheart tube top, that I'd worked my ass off to get, and to top it off I shrugged on my army green long sleeved blazer that had come as a hand me down as well. Being tiny definitely had its perks, especially when people outgrew their clothing. Smiling at my outfit, I hopped into one of my two pairs of heels, and grabbed my glasses and watch off my nightstand, before making my way down stairs.
As usual Stiles had come and picked me up before heading to school, and as usual Scott wasn't ready on time therefore he would have to take his bike. As soon as Stiles pulled out of our driveway I smacked his arm.
"Woah! What was that for?" He whined, like a little girl might I add.
"For not bothering to text or call me when you made it home last night you dipshit!" Come on, couldn't a sister worry?
"I called you and you didn't answer! Have you even checked your phone at all?" The brunette sighed exasperated. Blushing, I pulled my phone out of my blazer pocket and noticed I had nine text messages, seven from Stiles, and twelve missed calls all from Stiles.
"Oh maybe I should check that thing more often." Wasn't that just awkward. I watched Scott and I's best friend as he rolled his eyes at me while he pulled into the school's parking lot.
It wasn't long before I noticed Scott arriving on his bike, and made a dash for the bike rack. "Hey bro! Why didn't you wake me up last night?" He gave me a look, you know one of those looks that if looks could kill they'd kill you, yeah one of those. I smiled sheepishly before frowning when Beacon Hills High's number one jackass pulled up in his fancy car. I watched as he, purposely, slammed into Scott and his bike.
"Dude, watch the paint job." The audacity of that boy.
"Hey Jackson. Watch your face!" I was about to punch him before Stiles ran up and grabbed my arm.
"Roxanne let it go!" The worry in Stiles voice made me think twice about punching him, was Jackson really worth getting suspended or worst getting after school detention with Mr. Harris? No he really wasn't. Annoyed, I reluctantly let my arm fall to my side. Jackson didn't get to put his two cents in before Danny, Beacon Hills' resident homosexual, called him over. He gave us one last look over before turning around and leaving.
"God I hate him." Was all I mumbled before I followed my twin and Stiles towards the school.
"Alright let's see it." See what? I looked curiously between my brother and best friend before Scott pulled the right side of his shirt up, revealing a bloody gauze.
"What the heck happened? Did you go to the hospital to get it checked out?" Worriedly I bent down and looked at it closer, pulling the gauze away from the wound. Surprisingly Scott let me do this; I looked at it and noticed it was a bite mark.
"I couldn't see much, but I think it was a wolf."
"A wolf bit ya?" Stiles responded skeptically. "No, nah, not a chance."
"Scott there haven't been wolves in California in like sixty years."
"I hate to say it, but Roxanne's right." Thank you Stiles, first and most likely last time he'll ever admit that, I should probably write it in my calendar so I can remember this day.
"I heard a wolf howling." Scott kept arguing. "Well if you guys don't believe me about the wolf, you are definitely not going to believe that I found the rest of the body."
"Dude are you kidding me?" Why did Stiles have to get excited over the weirdest things?
"No, I wish, I'm gonna have nightmares for a month."
"That is freaking awesome, I mean it's seriously gonna be the best thing that's happened to this town since… since the birth of Lydia Martin. Hey Lydia! You… look… like you're gonna ignore me." I couldn't help the goofy grin that graced my face as Lydia, Beacon Hills' queen bee, ignored my awkward and dorky friend.
"You're the cause of this you know, both of you, dragging me down in your nerd depths. I'm a nerd by association, I've been scarlet nerded by you." He just couldn't stop rambling, could he?
"Oh please, Lydia talks to me. Well ok, we argue when we talk but that's not the point! It's obviously all those references to things like Star Wars, and zombie movies and all those other nerdy things that you enjoy." Stiles glared at me before lightly shoving me. "Now, now, no need to get violent. I speak the truth my brother, and obviously you can't handle the truth!" At that last part my voice gradually got higher into this weird manly yell, that was supposed to sound like Col. Jessep in A Few Good Men, but it sounded nothing like it, not that I'll ever admit to that…
"You know that sounded nothing like him right?" Stiles starred me down hoping that I would admit to that.
I raised my eyebrow and grinned, "You're jealous that you can't do it as amazingly as yours truly can." With that I left my twin brother and our best friend behind making my way to home room only to see that Lydia would be in my homeroom this year. Great…
It felt like the day had dragged on for longer than necessary, and as soon as the last bell rang I rushed out of class and to my locker. I grinned when I noticed both Scott and Stiles were at their lockers. "How were classes? Boring I bet! My were! Gosh I hate school." I rambled as I grabbed the books I would need to do my homework tonight.
Noticing that no one was replying I looked up at Scott. What is he starring at so intensely? Following his gaze, I noticed it was fixed on the new girl, which I couldn't remember her name at the moment, but knew that she was in my French class. A knowing grin was set on my lips as I watched my brother and new girl smile at one another. Awe… how sweet. I watched at the wicked witch of the west made her appearance, and not long after so did jackass, poor girl, stuck with Lydia and Jackson.
"Can someone tell me how new girl is here all of five minutes and she's already hanging out with Lydia's clique?" I looked up at the sound of a semi familiar voice and starred at her oddly. What was her name again? Claire… no, maybe it was Suzie, ah who cares, probably won't talk to her.
"Cause she's hot, beautiful people heard together."
"Thanks Stiles, I must be really ugly if I'm stuck hanging out with you." And so the bickering match, between Stiles and I, began, his rebuttal? That I was an exception. You can imagine how well that worked out for him.
Just like last year, Coach Finstock was not letting me play on the boys team, big surprise, due to the fact that I was a girl. That is sexist! Like come on I play better than half the boys on the team, no offence to Scott and Stiles. Therefore I was stuck playing on the girl's team where I have absolutely no competition, and there really isn't much action on the field when it's only girls that are playing. Maybe I should go talk to the principle, yeah, that's what I'll do.
Sitting on the bleachers was probably the lamest thing ever. "Is anybody sitting here?" I looked up for a split second and noticed it was new girl. Had it been anyone else they would have gotten a snarky remark about how there was a bunch of space throughout the bleachers. Smiling, I shook my head and looked back out at the field, looking for my brother only to find him in the net. Uh… this cannot be good.
First ball thrown hit my twin right in the face which made me giggle, what a silly goose. But surprisingly he caught all the ones thrown at him after that. When he caught Jackson's ball though that's what made me jump up and cheer! "That's my twin!" It was hard to believe, all that hard work we did this summer obviously paid off.
Looking for Scott's inhaler, those were definitely my plans for after school, not! Walking in the woods and heels did not mix. As soon as we hit the creek that was the last straw. "Stiles give me a piggy back ride." The tall sixteen year old looked back at me and noticed what choose I was wearing before reluctantly turning around and offering me his back.
I hopped up and looked over at Scott. "Scotty! You were amazing on the field today! Obviously my amazing talent is rubbing off on you!" He starred at me blankly, that is, until a huge grin slipped on his lips and he rolled his eyes at my self-compliment. Of course Stiles scoffed at me but I chose to ignore that.
"I don't know what it was, it was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball, and that's not the only weird thing, I hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear, smell things." I looked at him oddly, what is he on?
"Smell things?" Stiles paused, "like what?"
"Like Roxanne's shampoo or that mint mojito gum in your pocket." Okay this was just getting weird.
"I don't even have any mint mojito…" Quietly I watched as Stiles searched his pockets and found a single piece of gum. That had to be luck!
"So all this started with the bite…" Where was Stiles going with this?
"Well… what if it's like an infection?" I couldn't help myself and rolled my eyes at my brother, "like my body's flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?"
"You know what I actually think that I've heard of this" Oh lord help me now, "it's a specific kind of infection."
Scott stopped and looked back at both Stiles and I. "Are you serious?"
"Yeah, I think it's called… lycanthropy." Oh god. I just about died laughing at my twin's facial expression.
"What's that? Is that bad?"
"Oh yeah, it's the worst, but only once a month."
"Once a month?" Was Scott ever gullible or what?
Smiling mischievously, I looked at Stiles before saying, "On the night of the full moon." Looking back at Stiles I grinned before the two of us made an howling noise. I laughed when my brother shoved Stiles, until I remembered I was on his back. I tightened my grip so I didn't fall off only to have Stiles pry my hands apart as soon as he was standing straight up again.
Landing on my butt I looked up angrily at my friend, pouting. "Ah quit being a baby Roxanne." Stiles rolled his eyes, before extending his arm out for me to grab his hand. Lifting myself up, I brushed off the leaves that had stuck to my pants, and followed the boys. The two continued their previous discussion as I tuned them out, watching where I was stepping.
"I could have sworn this was it." I looked up as Scott stopped and pointed at the ground. Shrugging I walked a bit further ahead surveying the ground looking for his inhaler.
"Maybe the killer moved the body?"
"If he did, I hope he left my inhaler 'cause those things cost eighty bucks."
"Mom is so gonna kill you if she finds out." I gloated before looking back at the boys. Stiles seemed agitated as he slapped Scott's back, I gave him a questioning glance while Scott stood up.
"Uh Roxanne, you might want to turn around?" Scott said oddly.
"What are you…" I wasn't able to finish my sentence when a hand grabbed my arm. Frightened, I gave a slight squeal before the hand released me making me turn around and come face to face, well more like face to chest, with some random guy.
Taking a few steps back, I watched as he got closer and closer. Are we going to die today? Finally, I bumped into someone's chest which I assumed was Stiles due to the fact that when he grabbed my hand it didn't feel like Scott's.
"What are you doing here?" I watched as Mr. Grabby finally stopped moving, and observed him more closely. He had gorgeous green eyes, his face structure was impeccable, almost like what you would expect from a god, with short dark brown, almost black hair and his lips, well those were to die for, and cue the fangirl crush. "This is private property." His cold voice brought me out of my reveries as he stared the three of us down.
"Sorry!" I squeaked out still a little freaked from our previous encounter, "we honestly didn't know."
"We were just looking for something, but… forget it." Mr. Grabby watched Scott oddly as he spoke. I watched as he glanced at Stiles and I's linked hands, something flashed across his eyes, but it was so fast I couldn't pin point what it was exactly. He looked back at Scott and threw something at my brother. Confused, I watched as my twin opened his hand to reveal his inhaler. What. Just. Happened.
"Come on I gotta get to work." This brought me to the realization that I was still holding on to Stiles hand. As if I'd been burned, I let go of Stiles hand and stepped away from him. It wasn't like I didn't like Stiles, but I didn't know if I liked him that way, we'd been friends for as long as I could remember.
"Dude that was Derek Hale! Remember? He was only a few years older than us." Wait, so Mr. broody was Derek Hale? Did not see that one coming, considering he looked nothing like he did back when he was at school.
"His family burned to death in a fire like ten years ago."
"Actually Stiles it was six years ago." I piped up only to get a glare from him.
"I wonder what he's doing back?" I didn't have a clue therefore I just shrugged, and began making my way back towards where we'd left Stiles' jeep at the edge of the woods.
Stiles dropped Scott off at work first, before dropping me off at home, only for me to invite him in to have supper with me, myself, and I seeing as both mom and twin dearest were both working.
When Scott finally came home, which was only a few hours after mom did, he had this smitten look on his face. Raising my eyebrow at him, he finally budge and told me all about how new girl, now known as Allison, had come to the clinic with a dog she'd hit and Scott had asked her to the party.
"Does that mean I can go to the party too?!" So maybe I was a little over excited but come on! I hadn't gone out to a high school party in ages, and by ages I mean I've never gone to one.
Scott chuckled lightly, "Sure, but get Stiles to drive you." Who can say no to that deal?
I couldn't believe that Scott, my very own twin, would have gone for a morning swim without me. How dare he? Grumbling to myself I sat on the bleachers waiting for practice to begin. I looked away from my phone when I heard footsteps coming my way, and noticed it was Stiles, what did he want now?
He looked a little agitated, "Roxanne!" No need to yell, right here. "I overheard my dad talking on the phone and they found a hair on the body!" He literally half-whispered, half-yelled this at me.
"…and?"
"The animal was a wolf!" Okay, this was just getting out of hand.
"Okay Stiles, listen to me carefully, go back to the field, and play and if something looks odd with Scott you go and help him, cause Coach Finstock won't let a girl go out on the field. Now go, and don't have a panic attack please." Stiles nodded uncontrollably before he ran back out to the field. This could get really interesting.
Did Scott just catch the ball in a game? I couldn't help the squeal of delight that escaped my lips. People around me gave me strange looks but I shrugged them off and returned my attention to the game only to witness Jackson knock my twin on his ass. Profanities were on the tip of my tongue but I bit them back. Scott would get Jackson back I just knew it.
As I watched the amazingly play my brother was doing, my jaw dropped to the ground, since when could my brother do flips over other people? But as soon as he scored all thoughts were forgotten and I was on my feet cheering like a maniac, until I heard he made the first line then I was in hysterics.
The drive home was filled with my nonstop replaying of what had happened on the field and a lot of congratulating my brother about making first line. Proud was an understatement at this point. As soon as I walked into the house I told mom, that Scott had exciting news, which she was just as excited to hear about as I was. Anyways I gave her a replay of everything as soon as Scott left to go to Stiles house. Let me tell you, she was egger to hear about it.
Looking at the time I gasp, "OMG! I need to start getting ready! Mom I'm going to need your help on this! It. Is. Crucial." Starring at me like I'd grown a second head, my mother merely nodded and followed me up to Scott and I's bedroom.
It must have been hours later until I found what I was going to wear to Lydia's party, but I did make a decision, well mom more so made the final decision but at least it was one we could agree upon. I slipped into my tribal skirt along with a simple black bandeau, before toping it off with a light grey loose tank top. I let my dark brown hair sit in natural wave on my shoulders, touching up the few strands that had gone flat from my day at school.
"Mom, you are the greatest woman alive, and I love you so!" I chirped before throwing myself in her arms dramatically only for her to briefly return my hug and let me fall face first on the floor. Greatest woman alive I tell you.
"I'm definitely feeling the love from all the way down here."
Grinning brightly, the older woman kindly spoke to her daughter, "Awe sweetie, you are looking way better down there where we can't see your face." The older brunette snickered as she helped her only daughter up. The young girl shook her head at her mother before brushing herself off and giving Stiles a quick call.
"Yo! When you're done with my twin, come pick me up!" Not even giving him a chance to respond I hung up and sauntered downstairs to wait for his butt to get over here.
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