If Skye had thought it was a bad idea before now she was positive. Not only had the strawberry blond queen dragged them out onto the field but she also expected them to cheer on her asshole of a boyfriend. Right, over her dead body.
On the bright side it hadn't gone pass Skye's eyes the smile Allison and Scott shared as they sat on the bleachers. Damn, first day at school and she already had an admirer. If only it was as easy to grab the attention of his twitchy best friend.
Looking around she spotted said person by the familiar short hair as he jumped up and down excitedly. Wow, he looked good in the lacrosse uniform.
Skye watched on with interest as McCall took on the goalie's place on the field. Now she knew for a fact that that position was normally covered by Danny Mahealani, Jackson's best friend, so she had no idea how Scott was going to do seeing as he wasn't that good at lacrosse to begin with.
"Who is that?"asked Allison as she shifted her body to get a better look.
"Him?"questioned Lydia, seizing up Scott, "I'm not sure who he is...Why?"
"He's in our English class."
Skye was just about to intervene to tell him his name but was distracted by the sudden outcry of pain that Scott emitted. He had taken a ball to the head-hard-and she betted a huge black bruise would be there by the time practice ended.
Skye had no clue why lacrosse was such an important sport at Beacon Hills, not only did she not see the point of it-as it was practically hockey on air-but thought it quite aggressive.
Everyone was surprised and most certainly impressed when after being hit Scott played like a true professional during the remainder of try-outs, but no one was rendered more speechless than Skye, not even Lydia-who was fuming at the lack of attention on her boyfriend, all being directed to Scott-for she had been a witness to many of the practices that Stiles and Scott had taken over the summer, and terrible was a nice way to describe how those sessions had gone by.
Scott's ability had not only seemed to improve humongously since the last time skye had watched them outside Stiles house, but he was making saves that were near damn impossible. And no, she had not been spying on them, just casually driving by the neighbourhood, a couple of times...a day.
"He seems pretty good," Allison murmured as Scott stopped yet another ball from hitting the net.
Skye looked over at Allison in slight awe, "Yeah, he is."
The three girls continued to watch with interest as Jackson ran towards the goal post, a determined look etched on his face. Someone did not look happy at all the attention McCall was receiving.
As Scott stopped the ball yet again everyone stood up to applaud, including Lydia, as Jackson threw daggers at everything and everyone, but mostly at Scott. Seriously, Jackson needed to get a grip on himself and stop being such a cry baby, it was only a game.
In the background a chorus of 'He's my friend! He's my friend!' could be heard shouted enthusiastically as the owner jumped up and down with a look of pure glee. Why was it that everything that boy did, no matter how weird and awkward, just made her like him even more?
After practice ended Skye sent a message to her uncle stating she was going to study over at a friends house for the afternoon and that he needn't pick her up. Her uncle was so happy that she was having a social interaction with people her age outside of school that he happily agreed, insisting she could stay as long as she wanted within reason.
This only made her feel sad that she was lying to him and considered visiting Allison after she was done with her search to make good on what she said. She was however going to look for her necklace in the forest first, not a task she was particularly looking forward to.
The woods surrounding Beacon Hills scared her slightly. It was imperishable however that she found her necklace as soon as possible.
The piece of jewelry was very simple and maybe calling it a necklace was a bit of a stretch. It was only a key with a metal chain afterall. No, the key in itself wasn't why Skye was so anguished to find it. It was the room the key opened that had her worried.
See Skye loved to take pictures, not only take them but print them out as well, and she had to keep them all somewhere. That place was a secret room in her basement whose existence was only known to two people, Skye and her uncle. But she was the only one who had access to it.
Finding the key was important because it was the only way to enter the room. Of course she could just have someone make a replica using the keyhole if she was unlucky enough not to find it, but that would be too risky. The chance someone would see what was in there was too big. And Skye wasn't ready to risk it.
Snapping out of her thoughts she added Allison Argent to her contact list and sent a message asking if she could stop by later. Glad her thoughts weren't plagued by that stupid room anymore she continued her trek through the woods, ducking branches and jumping over tree stumps, all the why never taking her eyes off the ground.
She was relieved that she had introduced herself to Allison as the girl had proven to have quite a nice personality. This did not necessarily mean that she would be ditching Erica anytime soon. She was simply expanding her almost non-existent circle of friends. Lydia was not included in the expansion.
After walking around aimlessly for an hour with zero results, Skye decided to give up and return the next was doing just that when the thump of a body landing behind her caused her to stop dead in her tracks. Tensing her body she slowly twisted her body around, not knowing what to expect, only to be met face to chest with a leather jacket and a familiar brooding stare.
"Derek?" Skye shrieked in shock. What the fuck was he doing here? Didn't he leave Beacon Hills, without saying goodbye might she add, after the Hale family fire? Deciding that sounded too brash and rude she re-thought a way to express her thoughts. "What are you doing here?"
"You dropped this," he said holding her key between his fingers, his stance firm and strong. The key appeared to be taunting her as it dangled in his grasp.
"Thanks," Skye mumbled snatching it from him quickly and rubbing the smug look right off his face, "but you didn't answer my question."
"I'm just passing by, and I thought I'd say hello to an old friend." That bastard, thinking he could lie to her so easily when he knew she could always detect when someone was lying, especially if it was directed to her.
"You're a terrible liar but I'll let it pass this one time." However mad she was it was good to see him again, an old friend back from wherever Derek had been.
When Skye had first arrived to Beacon Hills she had immediately tried to take pictures of anything she could, the forest being her most common visit. One day she had stumbled across a beautiful house, the Hale mansion. Outside had been three teenagers playing, Derek being one of them.
At first she had thought they were going to kick her out, screaming at her for intruding-it was a private property after all, but in reality they had invited her over to play with them. After that Skye returned a few times, not only to take pictures but to hang out with what were soon becoming her first friends at Beacon Hills.
"Well it was lovely seeing you again. Maybe we could hang out sometime, if you want that is…" Skye said suddenly nervous, Derek had changed so much and it had been so long since she had seen him, since the fire actually, and he looked all grown up now, more macho.
The sun was starting to go down and she didn't want to go over to Allison's too late but she waited impatiently for him to speak.
Derek took his time to answer as he debated his response, so long Skye was convinced her proposal was going to be nicely rejected, so when Derek attempted a smile and said 'yes' Skye was more than surprised.
"Alright, how does next week sound?"
"I'm kind of busy at the moment, so I'll let you know when I'm free."
"Okay," she said slowly, completely confused, "How?"
"You'll just know," and with that vague response he left, in the opposite direction of the town, disappearing quicker than he had appeared. Idiot.
School the next day was average except when Allison and Lydia came over to invite her to sit with them at try-outs. Skye was so surprised she said yes, yet again. And that's how she found herself watching the second lacrosse game of the year, in a row.
She watched with interest as Scott waved over at Allison. Something was definitely going on between them, and Skye was about to find out exactly what it was.
"So, what's going on with you and McCall?" She asked discreetly, checking out her nails in the process. Look casual, look casual, act casual, act casual.
"Scott? Oh...um...well...he...he kinda asked me out to Lydia's party tomorrow…"
"He did? Wow that's great, he's a good guy."
Allison gave her an incredulous look. "Just wow?"
"Did I not show enough enthusiasm on the word 'wow' because I'm happy for you, really I am. I'm just kinda new at this whole friendship thing and gossip, but I can cry tears of happiness if you give me a minute. It takes a while but once they start coming it seems like they'll never stop," She rambled with a nervous laugh. Great, now she'd done it. There's no way Allison wasn't freaked out about that. But it's not like it was Skye's fault she could cry on demand, some might even refer to it as a talent. It would be really useful in the acting world, maybe she could be an actress when she grew up or perhaps she should listen to what Allison was saying to her as that seemed more important at the moment.
"...What? No! It's just when Lydia found out she kind of spased out, completely freaking out, and I thought you might as well."
"Nah, I'm nothing like Lydia." Lydia was popular and sophisticated and Skye was just plain awkward and weird. "Wait if you're going to the party with Scott that means I have to go," she said with a groan. She knew that much about the girl code.
"Why?" Allison did not apparently.
"I can't let you go out on your first date all alone, you barely know the guy. What if you need a quick escape, huh? I mean Scott's a great kid, really he is, but you never know…"
"It's not my first date, but alright." And that was the end of their conversation.
The game began and Skye was struck again by how well Scott played as he performed a perfect backflip before scoring an amazing goal, everyone applauding him slightly dumfounded.
"McCall!" yelled Coach Finstock, "Get over here! What was that? This is a lacrosse field! What are you, trying out for the gymnastics team?!" Skye grinned at the Coach, he was always so sassy. That's why he was her favorite teacher.
Scott mumbled what appeared to be a 'no' before Coach started yelling again, it appeared he had lost his ability to speak at a normal volume, like so many times before.
"What the hell was that?"
This time Scott's voice was audible from where Skye sat. "I don't know...I was just trying to make the shot."
"Yeah, well you made the shot. And guess what...You're selected, buddy. You made first line."
As everyone applauded to this news, Skye didn't miss the worried look on Stiles face. What was that about? Shouldn't he be happy, Scott being his best friend and all.
"Urghhhh!" Skye screamed out in frustration for the fifth time. She had spent the last hour trying to pick out an outfit suitable for Lydia's party, a very difficult task taking into consideration her whole closet consisted of anything but dresses and skirts.
A knock on the door disturbed Skye as her uncle walked in, took in all the clothes lying around with a slightly fearful expression, and sat on her bed.
"You need any help?" He asked.
"No, it's okay," Skye said with a sigh as she flopped down on the bed, clearly not okay.
"Well you don't sound okay. And I know I'm a guy and have no clue about any of this," he pointed at the mayhem surrounding them, "but that doesn't mean I can't try. A first date is difficult and I know how long you've liked him, but calm down, if he really likes you, he won't care about what you're wearing."
"A date?"Skye said as she sat up, confused, " With whom?"
"Aren't you going on a date with Stiles?" Her uncle said, now the one who was confused.
"What? No! I'm not going on a date with Stiles. Why would you even think that?" She said bewildered.
"You're not? But I thought you liked him."
"Yeah, I do. I mean, no! How do you even know? It doesn't matter, I'm most definitely not going on a date with Stiles, okay?" How did her uncle even know?
"Why not? Does he not like you? Because if he doesn't-"
"He doesn't know, okay! Besides, it's none of your business. Now, can we get back to the task at hand. I need to get ready for a party. My first party." She grumbled out the last part.
Her uncle shot her a look that clearly meant the conversation was not over and that they would continue to discuss it later. "Why don't you wear this" he said as he picked out a pair of light blue jeans hanging over the door, "with this?" he pulled out a coral jersey from the mountain of clothes. Skye looked the outfit over, it was bit too girly for her, but yet again she was going to Lydia Martin's party.
"That looks perfect, thanks," she said with a small smile tugging at her lips as she hugged her uncle tight. Who knew he could be of any help regarding what to wear.
Skye never really liked party's and this one was no different. People were dancing too close together for her liking and she was pretty sure the drinks had been spiked. The only positive thing was that she had spotted Scott upon arriving holding hands with a giggling Allison. It also meant that if Scott was here, then Stiles had to be not too far off.
She looked around some more until she found Lydia and Jackson heavily making out in the pools corner, like so many other couples. It disgusted her slightly how everyone seemed to make-out with strangers at parties. Did no one have an ounce of responsibility in them here?
Of course now she had to make sure Stiles stayed far away from that particular corner, if she didn't want his heart broken. And that's how she found herself, once again, looking out for Stiles feelings with him having no clue about it. God, having a crush sucked major time.
However she reconsidered saying anything to him, when she caught sight of Stiles hanging out with some boys from their year, appearing to be having fun. With any luck he would remain distracted enough throughout the evening. He also looked considerably more happy than he had earlier on.
Skye then resorted to look for Allison and was thrilled to see her dancing with Scott, a smile graced on her pale face. Thinking she wasn't need, she headed over to the pool area and watched the people around her, staying close to the wall.
Over all the party seemed to be turning out okay, Skye even liked the song that was playing. However she was wrong, as barely ten minutes had passed when Allison sent her a text message:
Allison: Left the party, sorry. Friend of yours picked me up.
Skye: What happened? And what friend?!
Allison: Scott and I were going 2 kiss & he freaked out. He say's he's called Derek.
What the fuck? Derek? What was he even doing at a high school party? And why was he picking up Allison? How did he even know who she was?
Skye: Are you sure? Sorry bout Scott btw.
Allison: 100% See u at school 2morrow.
And that was the end of their conversation leaving Skye more confused than ever and wondering what Derek Hale could possibly be doing at a High School party.
The following day Allison spent the whole day biting Skye's ear off, complaining about Scott. It was utterly annoying and if it wasn't because Skye felt bad for her she probably would have ditched her friend by now.
The school day dragged on slowly and it wasn't until the bell rang, signalling the end of the day, that Allison finally spoke to Scott.
Skye was happy for them but didn't want to wait around and hear their conversation, so she made her way over to Allison's dad's car. The Argents had invited her and Lydia to dinner, to meet their daughter's new friends. Sadly Lydia was unavailable so it was just her going.
Allison's dad, who insisted she call him Chris, honked once for his daughter to hurry up just as she was about to kiss Scott. Skye smirked at the timing. Well at least it looked as those two had figured things out.
Dinner with the Argents went okay. Skye didn't have any past experiences to compare to, but except for the excessive questioning, things went smoothly. All things considering, the worst part had been when Allison's mother, Victoria-a very scary women with stunningly blue eyes, had asked about her love life, wondering if there was anyone special.
Skye had choked on the piece of bread she had been digesting at the time, stuttering a no that wasn't convincing even to her ears. Of course Allison had wanted to know all the details afterwards, and it was only with a promise that she would tell her the following day at school that Skye had managed to shake off her questions.
She, however, had no intention of doing so or anything of the likes. She would just try to distract Allison enough so that she would forget about it eventually. Or at least that's what she liked to hope.
Things went considerably fine, as Allison only had time to subject her to a small questioning before Lydia arrived, and even she knew that Lydia was probably the last person Skye would want knowing about her crush. If only she knew that it was so much more than a simple, innocent crush.
The lacrosse team had practice after school again, and Skye was forced to attend with Lydia and Allison. Practice was average, Coach yelling at Scott included. Skye didn't pay much attention though as she was busy working on her homework. She even missed Jackson's shoulder injury. In fact, she didn't lift her head from her math book until the urge to use the bathroom became too strong to bear.
Mumbling out where she was heading to to the girls she made her way away from the stands and towards the school building.
The water felt cold on her hands as she shook them, trying to dry them off quicker. Satisfied with her work she left the bathroom only to be interrupted by Scott's loud voice screaming:
"Get away from me!"
Curious and scared at the same time from his tone, it had an animalistic ring to it,edged with slight panic. Skye changed her path and headed towards the boys locker room, where the noise of a fire extinguisher going off could be heard. What if Scott had caught on fire and was telling someone to stay away, so as not to get hurt, and that person was using the extinguisher? There was a thump followed by a relieved sigh.
What the heck was going on in there? Was Scott in trouble? Was he hurt? Was Stiles with him?
Reaching the doorknob she made to open the door when Scott's voice stopped her.
"Stiles-What happened?" His voice sound scared.
There was a brief silence before-
"You tried to kill me. It's like I told you before. It's the anger. It's your pulse rising. It's a trigger."
None of this made any sense to Skye, but the mention of Scott trying to kill Stiles disturbed her. They were best friends, so why would they try to kill each other? Unless they were talking in code. But why would they do that if no one was around to hear them. Except for her. But they couldn't know she was here, right? Retracking her hand from where it had been on the doorknob she took a precautionary step back, just in case.
"But that's lacrosse. It's a pretty violent game, if you hadn't noticed."
"Well, it's gonna be a lot more violent if you end up killing someone on the field. You can't play Saturday. You're gonna have to get out of the game."
How could Stiles, the Sheriff's son, talk so casually about death? Never mind he was trying to prevent it, or at least it sounded like he was, from where Skye was.
"I'm first line."
"Not anymore."
The conversation appeared to have ended and Skye took this as her cue to leave before either of the boys noticed her standing outside, eavesdropping.
What she had overheard had left her very confused, not to mention alarmed, but one thing was clear; there was no way she was missing the game on Friday. Because it looked like things would be very interesting.
She made it back to the bleachers all right and had to fight off the troubled expression least Allison find out. Skye didn't think anyone would like to know that the boy they liked was apparently trying not to kill someone. Cause you know, everyone has that problem.
