Avery McDonald was what some would call a wallflower. There were literally only a handful of people in the entirety of Beacon Hills High that ever acknowledged her presence; Boyd, Erica, Isaac, etc.
Unfortunately these people soon became too cool to socialise with her and she was left to her solitude. She didn't mind, honestly, she was glad to have time to herself, to work on projects… Keep up with homework and such.
This just meant she was bored more often, as well as lonely…and left to daydream a lot. But daydreams were good- perhaps a little too good, if Avery was honest. The crush she had been harbouring for about ten years now was honestly ruining her life.
The guy she was crushing on was just too cute. And also sarcastic. As well as funny and smart. Plus his spastic nature and gestures. He was also nerdy. And- well Stiles Stilinski was a lot of things; one of these things being the object of Avery's affection for many years.
Before being completely ditched by her old friends; Erica Reyes, Isaac Lahey, etc, Avery was told that she should just ask Stiles out. It sounded simple enough, but it had taken her exactly 379 days to build up enough courage to ask Stiles Stilinski to accompany her to the new movie that had come out in the small, slightly rundown, yet cute, local theatre.
"Pick me up at eight?"
"Sure." Stiles smiled at her, before walking down the hallway, albeit awkwardly whilst trying to catch up with Scott, whom had already made it down the hall, which left Avery to sigh dreamily as she watched him walk away.
She finally had a date with the guy of her dreams. What could go wrong?
The answer to that question came later on that night, in the form of her waiting outside her house on her front porch, dressed ever so pretty for the 'love of her life' – for over six hours. Stiles had never shown up.
Her face, which had been painted ever so delicately with flattering make-up, was now stained by the salty tears that she had shed when she finally accepted that he was never coming. Her clothes, the outfit she had planned to perfection in her head for at least three months, were now severely rumpled and slightly damp from the moisture in the air that night.
Not only was she entirely and ridiculously embarrassed, but she was also completely and utterly heartbroken.
"Wow, you look like a wreck."
It was new week, a brand new, fresh Monday morning at Beacon Hills High and Avery McDonald simultaneously looked, as well as felt, like complete shit. She stood next to one of the only friends she had left in her company; Georgia White.
"Thanks so much, really appreciate it." Avery looked well and truly non-Avery-ish. Where she usually wore cute floral or printed shirts, skirts and dresses she was wearing sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt that was usually found on someone who was heading to the gym; which Avery was not. "He didn't show."
Georgia let out a half wheeze, half gasp; but that was due to the simple fact that Georgia was sick, in a cancery way. She was suffering from lung cancer so, for this reason, she was carrying an air tank that was attached to nose and had 'shorter than most girls' hair', as she herself said. "What the hell do you mean he didn't show?" She slammed her locker shut to look more closely at her friend. "And also, why the actual fuck, did you not tell me when he decided to be an asshole and not show up?"
Georgia was honestly her rock. Without her she would have not been where she is today.
"Georgia, you were in hospital remember? All weekend. And you're also not allowed to use your phone in there." Like Avery, Georgia had recently become an older sister, which had been the reason she was in the hospital since then end of school on Friday.
"That literally doesn't matter when my best friend ever is heartbroken."
The bell went overhead.
"It honestly doesn't matter." Avery smiled slightly, although she looked pained, walking towards the math class the two friends shared. On the way she looked down the hallway and felt her heart break even further.
Stiles was holding hands with Lydia outside her locker, laughing with all their friends. Scott and Allison were there, also holding hands, looking very much like Stiles and Lydia, although they were an actual couple- which Stiles and Lydia weren't… right?