The Downpour
Stranger Danger, or Maybe Not. [Chapter One]
Taking place in Season One, Episode One (Wolf Moon) of MTV's Teen Wolf.
Disclaimer; Any of the plot and character names whether they be from Teen Wolf or other popular movie, book, TV show etc. doesn't belong to me. I own only my OC, her family and some of her friends.
If there is one thing you should know about me it's that parties, large groups of people and alcoholic drinks are not my kind of thing, like at all. That is probably one of the main reasons people my age don't associate themselves with me, but that's okay because if there's another thing you should know about me is that I'm one of the biggest losers you will ever meet.
I'm constantly tripping over thin air and sometimes even my own feet, I'm either really early to something or really late, there is no in between and there is rarely a time when I don't spill my food or drink.
So why did I, Emily Evans senior of Beacon Hills High School, go to a sophomore party with loads of air and other peoples feet to trip over?
Friends. That's right; I did it for my "friends", if I can even call them that because I am all alone while they grind on boys three years younger than them. I could be at home with a tub of ice-cream cuddling with my two cats, Graham and Mr. Boots, while watching some reality TV show that is strangely addicting. This to me is the ideal way to spend my Friday night, not watching sweaty fifteen and sixteen year old boys rub their junk all over some poor innocent girls bum in hope of getting laid. Disgusting.
"Hey princess," a, no doubt drunk, boy slurred wiggling his eyebrows in a failed attempt of a suggestive manor a few times in my direction. "wanna dance?"
"No ta, thanks for the offer though Romeo." My answer didn't seem to please him at all as he pursed his lips and folded his arms. My god, is he actually pouting?
"And why not? I seem to be the only guy actually interested in youuuu." With a pointed finger, he jabbed me in the chest accusingly.
"Don't you know how to sweep a girl off her feet?" I muttered sarcastically. "And how would you know you were the only one asking me to dance?"
"I was watching you."
"Well, Edward Cullen, I have a boyfriend." Well, wasn't that a complete lie?
"A what?"
"Boyfriend, in case you are unfamiliar with the term. That's right, I have a boyfriend and if he saw you trying to flirt with me, which you are failing miserably at by the way, he would not be pleased."
"Why isn't 'e danced with you then?"
"He's working."
"Working?"
"Yes, working. Because he doesn't go to school anymore, he's older and graduated." Yes Emily, just dig yourself a bigger hole you utter tosspot.
"What does 'e work as then?"
"He's a boxer. Yes, a boxer. So he could … box you." What am I doing, what am I doing?
"Oh, but we could still dance, right?" Jesus Christ, take the hint!
"No, he gets very jealous and I'm too old for you."
"What are you, seventeen?"
"Nineteen actually, so skip along, I'm old enough to be your grandmother."
"Ew." He muttered, scurrying away to claim his next victim who I swear threw up in a plant pot about five minutes ago. Ha, that's what you get for thinking I'm disgusting for being nineteen you little pebble.
"Hey! Emmy," I involuntarily cringed at my 'nickname' given to me by Kayla Daniels, my traitor of a best friend. "I'm going to leave with Lucas."
"Wait, what?"
"You know, Lucas with the dreamy eyes and swooshy hair. The cute one." Kayla, aka the girl who calls every remotely attractive guy 'cute', said.
"You call every decent looking boy 'cute' Kay."
"Yeah, well he is cute."
"Well, have fun I guess. Where's Miranda?"
"Oh, she left like ten minutes into the party. Warren broke up with her again. He's a dick head, but will she listen to me? No, she always runs back to him." Kayla sighed, looking at her painted red nails, shaking her head.
"But she was my ride home!" I wailed, looking at Kayla with wide eyes.
"I'm sure someone will drive you home Emmy." She winked, flashing me a smug smile.
"I am not having sex with some random boy I don't even know! None of these little creatures are even legal."
"Don't let the law spoil your fun. But if you're that worried about it, I'm sure your dad will pick you up. Now, I can't leave Liam waiting. Bye babe!"
"I thought he was called- and you've left already. Okay, that's fantastic. Just great." I pulled my phone out of my jacket pocket and called my dad. With little to no surprise, he didn't answer.
My dad and I haven't had the best relationship since my mum died when I was fourteen. He was devastated from the second he got the call from the hospital saying that they had found my mother at the side of the street after four days straight of non-stop drinking and that she had died from alcohol poisoning. He would hardly sleep, resulting in me missing major exams because when he did, he would sleep for hours. Finally, when he did clean up his act just after my sixteenth birthday, we moved from Los Angeles to Beacon Hills for a "new start" which I could see didn't involve me at all really.
I decided that now would probably be a good time to start walking home, as it would probably take me over an hour to get there with my sore feet. Why I let Miranda and Kayla talk me into wearing heels is beyond me. I started to walk to the back gate, thinking that there would probably be less people there, but boy was I wrong. A man, probably in his early twenties, stood in front of the gate looking like a club bouncer, with his leather jacket and intimidating stare, his intimidating stare which was focus on me. Quickly, I dodged to the right, deciding that it would probably just be better if I went out through the front door instead. No matter how hard I tried to not touch a single sweaty person, there was always an arm or ass brushing up against me.
Note to self: Never attend another party. Like ever again. Please, not just for your safety, but for the others around you.
Finally, after what seemed to be at least twenty minutes, I was outside. Still dodging people, fortunately they were less sweaty. A hand was placed on my shoulder from behind me, turning me around. It was the guy that was standing at the gate, but this time, he was closer. Too much closer in fact, but this time, other than seeing the outline of his body, a leather jacket, his hair and few details of his face, I could see every detail of him. Props off to him, he as rather good looking and had gorgeous eyes.
"Do you want a ride?" He asked lowly.
"Not really." I answered slowly. I knew I should've been worrying, I mean a complete stranger just asked me if I wanted a ride. In his car. He could be a murderer or a rapist; there is no way I am getting in his car.
"Yeah you do."
"Um, I really don't. I don't exactly talk to strangers."
"Then how did you make friends?" a few beats past and a small, smug smile slowly made its way onto his face. He knew he had silenced me, if that wasn't obvious already.
"For all I know, you could want to murder me and then have sex with my corpse." He raised an eyebrow, looking at me curiously. "I don't know what you're into."
"I can safely assure you, it's none of that."
"How do I know you're not lying?"
"You're going to have to take my word for it."
"I'm afraid that's not good enough." I said with narrowed eyes. Pfft, like I would take his word for it.
"So you're just going to walk home, in the cold might I add, for ages when you could be in the warmness of my car and home within minutes?" He asked, smirking slightly.
"At least if I walk then I'll make it home alive."
"I'm not a murderer, I swear."
"And, like I said before, your word isn't good enough. Everyone, even you would back yourself up on a lie." He sighed and grabbed my wrist, putting my hand to his neck.
"I am not a murderer. I am not a rapist. And I will take you straight home." He said slowly. "Did you feel my heart beat?" I nodded slowly. "There was no blips, sudden increase or decrease, was there?"
"No." I whispered, slightly alarmed.
"Then I'm not lying." Slowly he dropped my hand.
"I'm perfectly fine with walking, thank you very much." I snapped, putting both hands behind my back quickly.
"If you are, then why haven't you left already?" He was right, why hadn't I left? I should've run back inside or somewhere at least. Even a call for help surely would've sufficed. Even with the thought of walking away in my head, I couldn't bring myself to. It was like those dreams where your feet just won't move no matter how much you want them too. "You could've." He added thoughtfully after a few seconds. "I wasn't keeping you from doing it."
"Then why won't you let me walk home?"
"Because it's dangerous." He smiled slightly before adding; "Plus, it's a full moon. Who knows what supernatural being could be roaming about?"
"Like werewolves?" I asked, almost teasingly.
"Like werewolves." He clarified. "So I'll ask again, do you want a ride in my car, straight to your house the only stops being stop signs, red lights and werewolves crossing the road?"
"Fine, but only because I don't want to be confronted by a werewolf."
"Good. My car's the black one." I almost laughed, there was about seven black cars parked, but one stood out. I don't know how, maybe it sparkled brighter or it had little invisible angels pointing it out for me. I walked slowly towards it, stopping at the door. I turned round, looking at the mysterious man who stayed exactly where I had left him standing.
"This one?" I asked cautiously. Instead of answering like any normal person should've, he walked closer and unlocked the door to the car I was standing in front of. I pushed any anxious feeling I had about the entire situation out of my head, promising myself that I could worry about this ordeal later when he was gone
"You know, a car tends to works better if the driver and passenger are in it." I flinched at the sound of his voice, not expecting him to be so close to me.
"I know, it's just…"
"It's just what?"
"A very nice car."
"I know." He said slowly, walking round to the driver's side. "That's why I picked it." Scoffing loudly, I opened the car door. He was right; it was far warmer that it was outside. I sat down carefully before turning to him.
"So are you one of those people that hate their doors being slammed –" He slammed his door shut and the turned to smile at me smugly. "Well then, a simple 'I don't mind' would've been appreciated." After shutting the door, I could see him out of the corner of my eye looking at me. "What?" I asked numbly.
"Seatbelt. I'm not letting you die tonight."
"What about tomorrow night?"
"Don't be smart. Buckle up or I'll do it for you." I looked at him, expecting some sort of a teasing expression, but it was completely serious. Every damn feature on his pretty little face just screamed "I AM SERIOUS, LISTEN TO ME!"
"Fine." I muttered. Once the seatbelt was buckled he sped off down the road. "No wonder you want me to buckle up! You drive like a cheetah!"
"Cheetah's are animals, they can't drive."
"You drive as fast as one then, happy?"
"Happy." Minutes of a strangely comfortable silence past, and the anxiety that I had pushed down before had begun to creep back, making my heartbeat go from perfectly normal to moderately fast in only a few seconds.
"Are you alright?" He asked giving me a side glance. The sound of his voice alone calmed my frantic heartbeat and put it at a steady pace.
"I'm perfect." I muttered, looking down and twiddling my thumbs.
"So where do you live then?" I looked up at him quickly with wide eyes. "I'm taking you home; I kind of need an address. I'm not going to come by your house in the middle of the night and kill you."
"Oh," I blushed "I knew that. My address is number ten, Roseway Avenue."
"So, why wasn't your boyfriend at the party with you? Was he really working?"
"What?" I spluttered. He chuckled softly, shaking his head.
"I heard you talking to that boy. He asked you to dance, remember?"
"Yeah, I remember but I just didn't expect you or anyone else to actually hear that!" I exclaimed, my face going raw red from embarrassment.
"Don't worry, you weren't talking that loud. I was just standing a little bit away from you at the time."
"I don't have a boyfriend. I was saying that to get little Edward Cullen to leave me the heck alone."
"What kind of a name is Edward Cullen?"
"It's from a book called Twilight, well it's a movie now too, of course. They're doing that to all the cool books. You aren't really clued up on all of the books and films, are you?" I teased, looking at him accusingly.
"Not at all. When it was my sister and I all we did was read. We didn't have enough money to buy a TV." He said slowly, his grip tightening on the steering wheel.
"At least you and your sister have each other." I said awkwardly, I was getting the strange vibe that he was upset. Maybe it was the fact that he didn't have a television? Maybe I put him down for practically flaunting that I knew about all this and he didn't? I am a terrible person, how do I get to sleep at nights?
"Not anymore. She's dead." Congratulations Emily, this has to be the most awkward conversation you have even started! Hazzah!
"Oh, I'm sorry, I had no idea-"
"I wouldn't expect you too. It's fine, honest." He said with a tight smile. I looked about the car, trying to avoid his occasional side glance. In the back, I noticed a blazer like jacket. Obviously someone else's, it was small and probably would rip if he tried it on.
"So what are you, like a cabbie or something?" I asked, looking over at him.
"What makes you ask that?"
"Well, there's a jacket in the back seat. Now that I think about it, it's a female's. I have one exactly like it."
"I'm not a cabbie; I was just taking a … friend's date home from the party."
"That was nice. Of you, not of your friend. Leaving people stranded at parties is bad, but when it's your date? That's a no-go. She might rip your friends head off. If I were you, I'd look out for him." Seconds later, we pulled up outside of my house. "How much do you want?"
"I'm not looking for money."
"What are you looking for then? I have to pay you back somehow."
"There's no need to pay me back."
"What's your name? The next time I see you I'm buying you a coffee or something."
"I'm Derek, and you won't be buying me anything." He said. "If we ever see each other again, that is."
"I will be, trust me." I smiled. Derek. It suited him in a way. "I'm Emily. Emily Evans if you ever want to look me up in a phone book to phone me and demand for gas money." He chuckled quietly.
"I already know your address; there will be no need for phone books."
"…" I slammed the door shut once I got out, not sure whether he was kidding or being completely serious. I could see him leaning over to roll down the window, shooting me the smallest of smiles.
"I was joking."
"Bye, Derek." I chuckled, advancing towards my front door.
"Bye Emily, and be careful." I stopped mid-step and looked back into the car.
"I will be." I whispered as I watched his car speed off down the road.
