Sorry this chapter is so long, but I really wanted it all to be in one chapter! I really hope it's not a bore, but I doubt it will be! I tried to keep it pretty interesting! It slightly goes off the actual show, but I definitely added a lott of my own stuff! I worked super hard on it, so please submit a review to let me know your thoughts! I'd really appreciate it! (:

Here is the link to Brielle's outfit for the party: once again, it's a pinterest url, so take out the * and you'll be good to go! (:

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Perfect. This day is just turning out to be perfect. Apparently, it hadn't been the smartest idea to stomp off alone like a little child because now I absolutely could not find my next class for the life of me. Stupid ceramics class. Stupid non-existing art room. Stupid school. My mood was absolutely plummeting as I leaned helplessly against my locker. No one was in the halls, and I didn't want to interrupt a class to ask a teacher for directions so I wandered, and wandered, and now I'm standing here like an idiot. I know I could just go to the office to find directions, the only problem was I barely knew where that was either. But since I'm already close to ten minutes late for class, I suppose the office is my last option right now…

"Pretty rough first day, huh?"

I whipped around quickly, surprised that someone had been watching me. I couldn't swore the hallway was empty just like five seconds ago.

"That obvious?" I said to the sympathetic face of Stiles.

"Well, face first against a locker is a pretty tell-tale sign of a person not having a good day," he responded with a chuckle. Even as he was making a joke, he still gave off such nervous energy. He really needs to learn to loosen up.

"Yeah, well, my next class is apparently in some nonexistent room and I'm already so late and I think I'm just going to give up now!" I exclaimed as I threw my hands in the air and collapsed to the ground to sit.

"You're giving up? Already? On your first day?" He asked with a slight laugh emitting as well as he sat down next to me up against the locker row.

"Yep. Already. I'm just going to drop out and get a job at Subway making sandwiches for the rest of my life," I joked—well I think I meant it as a joke anyway. Just then I noticed how close Stiles had sat to me as I felt his body shake from the vibrations of his laughter. I looked over at him while he was still in the middle of his laughter and for the first time, I really took in his appearance. He wasn't really the typical good looking guy. His nose was a bit pointy. His eyebrows were pretty out of control. But those features really just made him even more unique. What really struck me though was how careless and free he looked when he laughed. With his head thrown back and his teeth shining such a radiant white, he looked so ethereal and it was drawing me in.

"What are you looking at?" I heard him softly question, bringing me out of my daze. Now it was my turn to blush some shade of red at being caught staring at him.

"Um, uh, nothing. You just looked pretty lost in laughter. It was …cute, I guess," I said, rocking to the side to bump into his shoulder slightly to lighten the growing awkwardness of the situation. When I finally got the courage to look up at him again, he was already looking down at me with his hazel eyes gleaming brightly. "So, uh, do you plan on showing me to this class anytime soon?" I quickly asked, searching for an escape route. As carefree as I am, something about boys always throws me slightly off my game.

"Oh! Uh, yeah!" He exclaimed as he jumped up from his seated position and extended his hand to help me up. "So where to?"

"Um…introductory ceramics. Room 1134."

"No shit!" he exclaimed with a huge smile on his face.

"Excuse me…?" I confusedly asked.

"Oh sorry! I just mean, that's uh actually the class I'm supposed to be in right now," he quickly explained.

"Well then lead the way," I stated, gesturing with my hand down the hall as we took off walking.


"So Lydia is the genius, Boyd is the quiet one, Isaac is the moody one, and Scott is the athlete?"

"Right. Except Scott spent all summer reading and studying while Allison was away, so now I guess he's more than just the jock he was last year, I guess."

Stiles had spent all of ceramics class filling me in on their little group, seeing as I was apparently a part of it now. "So where does that leave you?" I curiously asked. However, judging by Stiles' facial expression, he'd never really thought about himself. In fact, he did seem like one of those people that always puts others ahead of themselves, so I suppose it makes sense that he didn't have an answer right off the bat like he did for everyone else.

"Um I guess I never really thought about it. I'm just the ordinary human of the group," he finally pondered out loud. But something he said caught my attention and curiosity.

"What do you mean the ordinary human?" I questioned. His face quickly got a ray of realization mixed with panic, and I couldn't help but wonder why.

"Oh, you know… I'm just the only ordinary one with no special places…?"

"Are you telling or asking me that, Stiles?" I retorted, feeling that he was leaving something out, but I didn't really know how to go about questioning it.

"Telling! Definitely telling." At this point, I could definitely tell that he wasn't giving me the entire story, but I decided not to push it. Aside from Allison and Danny, Stiles is the only one who has really made good company so far, and I didn't want to risk ruining that.

"If you say so. Well anyway, what's there to do around here after school? I'm really not trying to go home right away," I asked with a laugh and was greeted by Stiles' laugh also.

"Um well, there's sports, if you're into that…Or um, well I'm not really sure what else to be honest. I don't spend my time doing actual fun things these days."

"Do you play any sports?"

"Lacrosse, but that's in the winter. Right now I'm doing cross country. So is Scott, he's basically like the star of this team too."

"Well that's great and all, but I didn't ask about Scott, I asked about you," I said, elbowing him in the arm slightly. God, his smile is so cute.

"So where you going next?" Stiles quickly asked when the bell rang to end class.

"Study hall. Wouldn't happen to have that also by chance would you?" I hopefully asked. I didn't really want to spend the next hour alone, but truth be told, I really just wanted to spend it with Stiles even more at this point. A cute boy sure does make great company.

"Ugh, unfortunately, no. I have a torturous Chemistry class with my worst enemy ever, Mr. Harris. If you can avoid him for classes, do it!"

"Good to know," I said, nodding my head at him as we stood in the hallway not really ready to split from each other. "Um, I'll see you later I guess?" I optimistically asked. Maybe he'll take the hint and ask me to hang out or something…

"Yeah, maybe, hopefully." I guess not…I should've just been straight forward from the start, shit. I nodded my head and turned to walk away. I had just about all the way down the hall when I heard Stiles yell out to me. "Hey Brielle!" he yelled, running up to me. A huge smile spread across my face as he finally caught up and stood in front of me panting the tiniest bit. Asthma maybe?

"What's up?" I asked, with hope evident in my voice.

"Um actually, there's a party later. It's a girl's sixteenth birthday. I've known her since we were young. She doesn't go here though, but it's still close…"

"Stiles?"

"Yeah?"

"You're rambling. Get to the point," I bluntly said. His face reddened a bit, but quickly turned back to his natural pale color.

"Right, right. So anyway. Uh, do you maybe want to go with me? I mean, Scott is coming too, so it's not like a date or anything, but still, I mean you can still come…with us…with me…" I definitely couldn't stop the huge grin spreading across my face. For one thing, he was getting so nervous which was absolutely adorable, but also, he was asking me to go to a party, with him!

"Uh yeah that sounds …great. Great. I'll get your number from Allison and text you for more details?"

"Yeah. Great…great. I'll talk to you later then!"

"Yes you will," I said with a smile before waving goodbye and walking into my next class. Man, I could not wait for tonight now.


"Allisonnnn! I need your helppp!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming! Whoa! You know you could've warned me you weren't dressed," she exclaimed as she entered my room and quickly covered her eyes.

"Allison, I'm in a bra and underwear. It's not like we didn't take baths together when we were little ya know," I commented while I hopped into a pair of slouchy shorts and threw on a tank top.

"Oh…right, I guess. So what do you need anyway?"

"Your opinion and expertise. I need help picking out an outfit for tonight."

"Ooh, for your date with Stiles, you mean?" she asked with a completely obvious grin and wink.

"Not. A. Date. In fact, he said that himself. I was just looking for something to do tonight and he happened to have something. That's all. Besides, Scott's coming too," I explained nonchalantly.

"Scott? Scott's going?" Allison quickly asked. She instantly realized she had been way too obvious about wanting to know about Scott and tried to cover it up with some meaningless addition, but I put an end to that as quickly as it had begun.

"Allison, I know you still care about him. You don't have to try to cover it up with me. But yeah, he's going. I can keep an eye on him and give you feedback if you want?"

"No, that's okay. You just have fun with Stiles on your 'not date.' Oh and wear this one," she said, pointing to one of the dresses laid out on my bed before getting up and leaving the room.

I held up the dress in front of myself in the mirror and I have to admit, Ally was definitely right. This dress would be perfect. Not too fancy, not too casual, and not to mention it makes my body look amazing.

"Brielle! I need to talk to you! Now!" I heard Uncle Chris yell from down the hall and his tone definitely did not sound very friendly. I quickly stopped messing around with my hair and ran out of my room towards where his voice came from.

"Yeah, Uncle Chris?" I asked as I rounded the corner into the kitchen. As soon as I entered the room, I felt his hand grip the upper part of my arm, tight enough to let me know he means business but lightly enough not to hurt me. "Whoa, whoa. What's with the prisoner treatment here?"

"That Stilinski boy is here. Something about picking you up for a party, and judging by your appearance, he wasn't lying about the party part."

"Chill, Uncle Chris. It's just a birthday party. The girl's parents will be there, so no funny business will be going on, I promise." What's a little white lie every now and then?

"I want you home by eleven. Got it?"

"Twelve," I challenged, but when his stare didn't loosen, I tried a sweeter approach with the puppy dog eyes and pout. "Pleasee, Uncle Chris! Everyone stays till midnight! I don't want to be the only loser who has to leave early!" He still didn't look like he was going to budge, but his tough façade was cracked when I started the eyelash bat also.

"Fine. But not a minute later. Your father would probably kill me already for letting you go to a party where the parents won't be there."

"But I said the parents will…."

"Brielle, please. Do you think I was born yesterday? No party that requires that," he started, motioning to my party outfit, "attire has parents that will also be attending. Just don't do anything that would make your father or me disappointed, got it?"

"Got it. Thanks! Love you, Uncle Chris!" I excitedly yelled, standing on my tip toes to kiss his cheek before running back to my room to grab my heels and put on my signature red lipstick.


I just reached the top of the staircase to come down again when I heard the voices of Stiles and Scott and decided to stop to eavesdrop—just for a second anyway.

"Why do girls take forever to get ready?!" I heard Scott complaining. I had to roll my eyes at that. Such a typical guy.

"I don't know. Maybe it's all the hair or something," Stiles answered. I could just picture him making his typical, Stiles hand motions while he was talking too.

"Well whatever it is, it's just about as annoying as your constant pacing!"

"I do not pace!" Stiles yelled back.

"Then what are you doing right now?" Scott retorted with a chuckle. "Are you really that nervous for this date?"

"Dude! I told you! It's not a date!" Stiles whisper-yelled back.

"Keep telling yourself that, buddy," Scott casually answered. While their conversation was interesting, at best, I decided it was probably time to put them out of their waiting misery and get to this party already. I carefully began to descend the staircase, since the last thing I wanted to do was fall flat on my face from these stupid heels. Normally, I wasn't one for heels, but it seemed like the appropriate thing for this dress.

"Wow…" Stiles said as I finally reached the foyer where they were waiting. Next to him, Scott was nodding his head like a bobble head followed right away by Stiles mimicking his reaction. "You, uh, you look…"

"Gorgeous. She looks gorgeous," Uncle Chris said as he joined us in the foyer.

"Yeah, that's what I…that's where I was going with that…" Stiles mumbled out, still staring at me. By this point I couldn't even imagine what shade of red I was from all the attention, but I thanked God I had foundation and blush on to hopefully cover it up.

"Thanks Uncle Chris, and Stiles. You two ready to go?" I asked the two dazed boys. They both mumbled something along the lines of "uh-huh" and then were following me to the front door. Just as I was almost out of the door, Uncle Chris lightly grabbed my arm again.

"Remember what I said. Nothing that would disappoint."

"Don't worry, I promise. I'll see you later! Love you!" I yelled back as I rushed out of the house as best I could in my pesky heels. I'd have to remind myself never to wear anything higher than an inch again, but for tonight—and for the reaction I got from the boys—I suppose it was okay.


"What?" Stiles asked out of nowhere as we were walking down the street the party was on. Scott and I looked at each other, confused about what the hell Stiles was talking about.

"What do you mean what?" Scott asked him.

"I mean what. You know what!"

"What what?!" Scott repeated. These boys really had excellent communication going on here.

"The look you were giving me!"

"I didn't give you a look," Scott replied, apparently growing frustrated with Stiles' antics, just as much as I was. Although I have to say, as annoying as it may have been, it was also incredibly funny to watch.

"It was a distinct look Scott! The look that says the last thing you feel like doing is going to a party!"

"It's not that," Scott answered with a shrug. "It just seems a little weird going to a different high school's party." Apparently Scott doesn't get out much though because back where I used to live, we went to parties every weekend and over half the time, they were never parties thrown by our actual school's kids.

"God, Scott! One drink! You'll be fine! I went to nursery school with this girl, okay? She promised to introduce us to all of her friends. So tonight, no Allison—no offense Brielle—no Lydia," wait what? When did he have a thing with Lydia?! "We're moving on!"

"You're right!" Scott finally said, happily getting on board with Stiles plan. Now it seemed like I was the one who was hesitant. Are they planning on just ditching me here and going to hook up with random girls? No, they wouldn't do that. Why would Stiles invite me if he was planning to find a girl to hook up with? Yeah he definitely wouldn't do that, I kept telling myself as we approached the front door.

Okay, never mind, apparently I was totally and completely wrong judging from the blonde girl who basically just attacked Stiles the second we walked in the door. I looked over at Scott with a completely bewildered look, and was met by a jaw-dropped expression on his face as well.

"Glad you could make it," the whore blonde girl said to Stiles. I presumed she was the birthday girl, but that still doesn't excuse her being such a slut.

"Yeah, me too," Stiles quickly replied. Well this is becoming sufficiently awkward.

"Come downstairs with me, help me pick out a bottle of wine," she then said to him. Really? What kind of teenager drinks wine when there's tons of liquor floating around? That was probably the worst excuse she could've made to get him alone.

Scott looked over at me once more before smiling and walking over to the blonde girl's friend. I started cracking up though because as soon as he said one word to her, she looked him up and down and shook her head, already walking away.

"Better luck next time, bud," I said, patting him on the back before walking into the living room to get myself a desperately needed drink.


"So what's a gorgeous girl like you doing all alone out here?" I heard some guy ask from behind me. It'd already been about a half hour and I had yet to see Stiles again. At this point, Scott had disappeared too, but I was past the point of caring. Actually, I was past the point of comprehending considering how many drinks I've had already. I definitely wasn't a lightweight, but these drinks must be really strong because I was feeling the effects times ten tonight.

"Trying to be alone, obviously. So just keep moving," I bitterly replied.

"Awe come on, baby. It's not safe for a girl like yourself to be outside alone this late at night." What a lame excuse for him to try to stay. What the hell is with this school's kids and their stupid excuses?

"A girl like myself? You have no basis to make any assumptions about me, so please, don't even try."

"Well I just figured it'd be pretty easy for someone to wander up towards you, then you'd start walking backwards, kind of like you're doing right now," he slowly started saying, as he completely invaded my personal space. Like yes, obviously if you get in my personal space, I'm going to back up to create a distance. Genius. "Then he could just keep walking and eventually," he kept going as I felt my back collide with something hard, "you'd be backed up into a corner, with no way out. Wouldn't want that to happen, would you?" By this point he was so close to me that I could smell the alcohol radiating from his breath. It was disgusting and terrifying at the same time. I've been to plenty of parties and I know exactly how aggressive drunk people can be. I should've known something like this would happen the second he approached me.

"Just get away from me…please."

"What a proper little one you are, saying please and all. After this, you'll have something to say thank you for too," he said to me, causing shivers to run down my body. I knew this guy was dangerous and my brain was trying going into panic mode now, but the alcohol was blurring every thought I tried to formulate.

"Just leave me alone! Go back inside and find some other girl!" I yelled, pushing on his chest and trying to squeeze myself out from under his arm somehow. He laughed at my attempt and pushed against me even more then.

"Oh come on baby. Don't you know who I am? Quarterback, star of the football team, I'm kind of a big deal. You should feel lucky that I'm even approaching you." Yeah right! What the hell is wrong with this guy?!

"This isn't approaching me! This is harassment and turning into sexual assault! Get off of me!" I yelled again. Where the hell was everyone?! Why was no one out here anymore?!

"Just loosen up a little, baby," he whispered, slipping my jacket off and letting it slide to the ground.

"Yo dude, she said get off of her!" someone yelled from behind him. Oh thank God. The guy sighed heavily and slowly turned around.

"And what are you going to do about it?" he slowly and cockily asked.

"This," another voice said before I heard a loud smack sound. My mind was spinning at this point, probably a mix of alcohol distortion and panic as I grabbed my jacket off the ground and looked for a way to leave. My vision was blurring, but my body went into pilot mode and was trying to make sure I got out of there. Apparently it wasn't doing a good job though because before I knew it, I was leaning hard against the fence and starting to slide down it as my legs gave out.

"Hey, hey. What's going on?" a male voice said as arms wrapped around me, pulling me up.

"Nothing, just a little lightheaded," I mumbled back. I opened my eyes and tried to focus my vision as best I could since it was becoming increasingly clouded. I could just barely make out the bright hazel eyes of Stiles scanning my face with worry.

"Yo, Scott! Get over here! Something's wrong. Call your mom!" Stiles yelled out.

"Yeah, her eyes are open, but it doesn't look like they're focused on anything. I don't know, I haven't tried. Okay, okay, hold on! Brielle, can you hear me?" I nodded my head as best I could considering it felt like it weighed a thousand pounds or more. "Yeah, she heard me. Okay. Brielle, can you say anything? Tell me what you're feeling?" Scott asked. I tried to speak, but nothing would come out. I tried again, but I was losing my senses even more by now. Everything was getting a little darker and before I knew it, I could only hear bits and pieces of what was going on around me. "I don't know, mom! Her eyes are closed! Yeah, she's still breathing but she's not responding! Okay, I'll meet you at home in ten minutes!"

"Dude what's going on?!" Stiles yelled with panic ringing clear through his voice.

"I don't know! My mom wants to see her! Just drive us to my house!"


God, my body is sore. Like I just worked out for ten hours straight. What the hell happened to me? I started to open my eyes and could barely squint because of how heavy my eyelids felt. Bright light was streaming into the room I was in and it felt so warm on my cold skin. Where am I though?

"Hey, you're awake! How are you feeling?" someone asked from what sounded like a few feet away. I focused my vision for the first time so far, and could just make out Stiles sitting in a chair a bit away from the bed I was laying in.

"What happened? Where am I?" I barely managed to croak out due to how dry my throat is.

"Oh here!" Stiles exclaimed, jumping up to grab a glass of water that was on a side table. He gently wrapped his arm around my shoulders to help support me as he raised the glass to my lips. How could he be so sweet?

"What happened?" I asked again, after laying myself back down.

"Um, you're at Scott's house. We found you at the party last night and you were pretty incoherent. Scott's mom is a nurse. She, uh, she thinks someone put something in the drinks last night and that you were one of the lucky ones who got it," he explained, with a nervous laugh. I just nodded my head. No wonder the drinks were hitting me so much harder than normal. "Listen, Brielle, I'm so sorry that happened. I should've been with you. I shouldn't have just left you all alone…"

"No, no. It's fine. You wanted to be with that girl. I understand. I'm a big girl ya know. I should've been able to take care of myself," I said, also with a nervous laugh. I really didn't feel like talking about last night, but I knew he was blaming himself for everything. It's just the kind of person I'm getting to know that he is.

"Ha, yeah. Well that didn't even happen. She disappeared, probably with a group of her friends or something. That's when I went to find you. But really, I'm sorry. I should've been a better friend last night."

I couldn't even take how sweet he is at this point. It was killing me to see the sadness in his eyes from blaming himself. I slowly reached out and grabbed his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "You were a great friend. You saved me. That's all that matters," I said, looking up into his caring eyes staring right back down at me. Slowly, he started leaning down and my breath was catching in my chest. I think I know what he's about to do, but what about that girl?! Should I even care about what's going on with her and him? No, of course not. They obviously aren't together, Stiles isn't the type to cheat on his girlfriend, I rapidly thought as his face neared my own. Before I could think anymore, sparks were going off in my body as his lips connected with mine in one of the most tender kisses of all time. It wasn't hot. It wasn't heavy. It was simple and light; and perfect.

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