A/N: Hello again! I don't want to make any promises, but I'm planning on trying to update this story as much as possible! (Although it won't be nearly as quick as this update was!) I'm loving the ideas I keep getting for it, so we'll see how it goes! :] Also, the title of this story is named after one of my favorite songs, URA Fever by The Kills. I absolutely love it and it has the sort of feel I'm looking for to describe this story. I have an infatuation with music, so this story will have its own soundtrack by the end. Anyways, here's Chapter 2! Enjoy!
Oh! And thanks so much to lipsrslead, tietoread, whalegonetoheaven and jessicabuffie for being my first reviewers! Thank you guys for taking the time to comment! And thank you to everyone else for reading!
S/N: I kept the original ^^^^^ author's note because it had a little bit of info and a lot of love for my reviewers! I promise I'm going to keep this going! I was in love with this story and I want it to grow into something awesome! So here it goes… :]
Chapter 2:
"Stiles, wait up!" Stiles grins before turning around. At least I can impress her in my lacrosse gear. He glances around before turning back to admire her graceful walk, thankful that he's the last off the field for once. No one else must have been in earshot.
"Hey Charlotte. How's it going?" There we go, try to play it cool. Quit fidgeting or she's going to think you have flees or something. Hah. I wonder if Scott can get flees… Stiles almost snickers outwardly before realizing he's in the company of the beautiful new girl he's trying to impress.
"Great! Everyone here is so… welcoming." She grins wide at him, flashing her perfect smile. "I didn't know you played lacrosse. I love lacrosse." She reaches out absent mindedly to touch his shoulder padding, her fingers playing with the edge of it, and Stiles all but faints, inhaling her perfume as she leans in closer to him. She smells like sweet coconut water and cucumber, with a hint of something floral. She smells like summer.
"There are a lot of things you don't know about me." He says, and then almost kicks himself. Who are you, anyways? James Bond? Since when can you pull off dark and mysterious? Since this girl is way out of my league.
"We can change that." She winked at me! Does that mean what I think it means? Or was there just something in her eye? "Anyways, I was wondering if—" She cuts her sentence short, as if she is still deciding whether or not to finish it. She bites her bottom lip, almost as if she's self-conscious. Her vulnerability gives Stiles a small boost of confidence. Maybe I make her nervous… Yeah, right…
"Wondering if what?" Did my voice really crack? She's going to think I haven't hit puberty yet. Which will make perfect sense, since I can't grow facial hair like Scott and Isaac.
"Oh, never mind. I can't ask you for a favor like that already. I barely know you." Stiles heart starts pounding; feeling like it's going to escape out of his chest any moment.
"Ask away. I'd do anything to help you feel more welcome." Desperate, much?
"Well I was just wondering if you knew of a good place to have a get together? I'd kind of like to meet the rest of the school, you know, in like a non-learning environment?" She looks away shyly, which makes Stiles heart beat even faster.
"Oh! Of course! There's an awesome spot out by the lake in the middle of the forest. It's a great place for a bonfire. I'm sure we could set up some sort of welcoming party for you." I'd rather take you out there alone, but I'll settle for flirting with you via bonfire light. Or maybe I can invite everyone and just tell them all the wrong time or day. But then she'll probably think I did it on purpose, which I did, but which is kind of creepy.
"That sounds great! Thank you!" She gives him a quick kiss on the cheek, which all but stops his heart.
"How does 10 o'clock Friday night sound? After our lacrosse game?"
"Everyone will be so pumped after you win! It will be perfect." She gives him another quick peck on the other cheek before turning around and giving Stiles a great view of the graceful swing of her hips, the heel of her stilettos barely touching the ground.
Stiles walks into the locker room completely dazed, hardly noticing the look Scott is giving him.
"Where were you, man?" Stiles blinks out of his daydream and looks up at Scott, who is already in his jeans.
"Charlotte." He sighs and starts to change, a big grin on his face.
"Charlotte? What did she say? Did she ask about me?" Scott says this a little too loud, catching the attention of a few guys around them, even Danny. They all lean in to listen.
"She wants a welcoming party. At the lake. To meet everyone. She wants me to set it up."
At this, Scott can't help but chuckle. "Who does she think you are, Van Wilder?"
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Stiles chucks his shoulder pads at his friend, who is still laughing. Scott quickly catches them and sets them on the bench. Damn his reflexes. What happened to the good old days when Scott was just as much of a spazz as me?
"You're kidding, right? Since when have you been the go-to guy for party throwing?"
"Since now." Stiles pulls a clean shirt over his head and shuts his locker, which doesn't smell too fresh. He makes a mental note to take his gear home and wash it before the game on Friday.
"How do you plan on pulling this off? You've never even thrown so much as a birthday party before." Scott looks at him skeptically as they make their way out of the locker room.
"I'll have Lydia help me."
"This will be interesting. Count me in."
…
"No. Absolutely not."
Stiles sighs with exasperation. "Come on Lydia. You throw the best parties. Please just help me out. It's good karma to make Charlotte feel welcome."
"You mean she doesn't already feel welcome with you drooling all over her? And what about Malia? How do you think she would feel about you bending over backwards for this new girl?" Lydia shoots at him, although Stiles can see her warming up to the idea. Just keep complimenting her.
"Me and Malia are just friends now. Charlotte just wants to meet new people. Maybe make friends with the smartest girl in school? Maybe you two could swap fashion tips or whatever girls do. She's the only other girl in Beacon Hills who wears shoes that high to school. You already have so much in common."
"Stiles, I know what you're trying to do and you can stop. Buttering me up won't help your cause any." Lydia rolls her eyes as she opens her car door and sets her books on the passenger seat before turning to face Stiles and his huge brown puppy dog eyes.
"Come on, Lydia. Since when have you turned down a good excuse for a party?" Stiles racks his brain for some other way to convince her to do it. There's no way I can pull this off on my own. No one will come to a party thrown by Stiles Stilinski. "Please? I'll owe you one. I can't do this without you."
"I'm not exactly sure what you could possibly return the favor with. But fine, I'll think about it, okay?" And with that, he grabs her into a big hug.
"Thank you so much! You won't regret it." He turns to leave, wanting to rub it in Scott's face that his plan will work.
Lydia sighs before yelling across the almost deserted parking lot. "I never agreed to do it! I just said I would think about it!" But Stiles either can't hear her or doesn't listen. He hops into his jeep, where Scott and Isaac are waiting for him.
"She's as good as in." Stiles grins before starting his car and pulling out of the parking lot.
"So we're throwing a party for Charlotte at the lake after the game? Is Charlotte going to come?" Isaac asks, leaning forward.
Stiles turns to give Isaac an incredulous look. "Why would we throw a party for someone if they aren't going to show up?"
Isaac raises his hands up defensively. "I was just asking. What do you think she'll wear? More of those shoes that make her butt look—"
Isaac's phone rings and he digs through his backpack, trying to locate it. When he finally finds it, he clears his throat. "It's Derek." He leans back and answers it quietly, leaving Scott and Stiles alone to converse.
"I think she likes me." Stiles brags, looking at Scott to try to read his reaction from his facial expression, hoping for a flash of jealousy.
"And why would you think that?" Scott raises an eyebrow at him skeptically.
"She asked me to help her with this party. She called you all my friends. Isn't it obvious?"
"Whatever you say. Just don't get your hopes up too high, alright?" Scott shakes his head and looks out the window, lost in his own daydream of Charlotte.
"Thanks for your concern, buddy, but—"
"Hey guys," Isaac leans forward, no longer on the phone, "Derek needs to see us. All of us."
"Derek calls and we have to come running? Did he forget I turned down his offer to join his pack?" Scott asks, irritated.
"It's not that. He says it's urgent."
"What could be urgent for an Alpha? Run out of doggy kibble?" Stiles snickers, but cuts it short when he realizes his joke isn't funny to his two passengers. "Sorry. Right. Let's go see what Derek wants."
…..
"Why would you tell him you'd do it if you don't even like her?" Kira doesn't look up from painting her toes, but Lydia can hear the boredom in her voice. They'd been discussing Charlotte all afternoon, and Kira had pretty much had enough of it.
"I didn't technically tell him I would. I just told him I'd think about it. And besides, it could be a great opportunity to figure out why I have such a bad feeling about her." Lydia stops rummaging through her closet to look at her friends, hoping for anything to convince her to either go along with the party or outright refuse. But Kira and Malia don't seem to care either way.
"Well then I don't know why we're still talking about this. You already seem like you've convinced yourself to do it. Besides, it will be nice to go out and relax for a night." She blows on her toes once more as she caps the bottle and stretches her legs.
"I just don't have a good feeling about it, that's all." She holds up a waist high pea green skirt, gives it a little twirl, and then chucks it on her bed, barely missing Malia, who is quietly struggling with her math homework that Lydia is supposed to be helping her with.
…..
"What was so urgent that we all had to come find you?" Stiles asks as he, Scott and Isaac make their way into a deserted warehouse where they find Derek Hale standing near one corner. Scott and Isaac hang back a little, sniffing the air as if they smell something Stiles can't.
"Well, I didn't really need you to be here." Derek mutters, turning towards them with a grave look on his face. Before Stiles can think of a good comeback, he waves them all over to stand closer to where he is. That's when the smell hits Stiles. Scott and Isaac cover their mouths and noses with their arms as they make their way closer.
Behind Derek is what looks to have maybe at one time have been a human being. A marred arm drapes over a crate in an unnatural angle. Blood and something not as liquid seeps from underneath the crate. There's no sign of a head, or even a torso, although the mess of body parts on the other side of the crate could have once been anything.
"What—what is that?" Stiles asks, trying to lean in closer to get a better view.
"A dead body. A man. A headless man at that." Derek sighs.
"And why are we here? Why didn't you call the cops?" Stiles starts to take out his phone to call his dad, but stops when Derek growls at him.
"And tell them what? I sniffed out the dead body from half a mile away? That's believable. You and Scott have already tried to pin a murder on me; I have a record now, remember?"
"What did this?" Isaac joins in, not wanting to listen to another everlasting Stiles and Derek argument.
"I don't know. I've never seen anything like this before. It's—"
"—It's savage." Scott finishes, not wanting to take his arm away from his face.
"Well, we should call my dad. Maybe they have a missing person's case or something for this guy." Stiles says. "I'll think up some reason why we were out here."
Less than ten minutes later, Sheriff Stilinski rubs his forehead, trying to wrap his mind around what his son has just shown him. "Tell me again why you were out here, trespassing in an abandoned warehouse."
"We were trying to scout out a place to throw a welcoming party for this new girl in school, Charlotte." At least Stiles is a good liar, Scott thinks, looking around at the other cops surveying the area. Not that his lie is all that unbelievable; this would have been a cool place to show Charlotte. Especially with all the dark nooks and crannies. It's a good thing Derek is light on his feet; they haven't seemed to have found any trace of him yet.
"And trespassing seemed like a good place to throw a party that will more than likely already have enough illegal activities going on?" Sheriff Stilinski looks from Stiles to Scott to Isaac and then back at his son. These days, it seems like he's always asking his son why he's in the middle of a crime scene.
"We hadn't thought that far yet." Stiles looks towards Scott, who tries to give the sheriff his best sheepish grin.
"Do me a favor, Stiles." He gives his son a look, and glances at his two friends. "You two, too. Stop snooping around and finding dead bodies, will you? It's getting hard to explain why my son and his friends are somehow involved in almost every single murder case we've had in the past two years. Especially now that I have Scott's dad breathing down my neck." He leans in towards Scott and lowers his voice. "When are you going to clue him in, by the way? I know it's your secret to tell, but him knowing would make my job a hell of a lot easier."
"That takes all the fun out of everything, Dad." Stiles jokes, but the serious look on his dad's face cuts his smile short.
"Go on home. That's all we need from you guys for now." He turns back towards the crime scene and shuts his eyes, silently praying his son will eventually take his advice and knowing his prayer will be left unanswered.
