Stella's POV

I woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon and eggs. I quickly tied my hair into a ponytail and ran down the stairs. Stiles was already up and sitting at the table.

"Mmm, that smells delicious," I said walking into the kitchen. Stiles replied sarcastically,

"Good morning to you too."

"Someone got up on the wrong side of the bed today," I threw back jokingly.

"Oh, let's not start an argument this early in the morning," my uncle said.

I nodded my head in agreement as I watched Stiles do the same.

My head was inside the refrigerator, looking for something to drink other than milk or orange juice. No such luck. I accepted defeat and poured out some orange juice into a glass. I was quietly drinking it, waiting on the eggs and bacon, when my uncle called me out.

"Stella, how long is your vacation?"

I choked on the juice I was drinking. It took a few moments for me to calm down and regain my composure. I replied as if nothing had happened a few moments ago,

"As long as I want it to be, why?"

"Stella," his voice was obviously concerned, "no company gives their employees a vacation for as long as they want it to be. Is there anything you want to tell me?"

This is not going to be a good day for me, I silently thought to myself before answering,

"Uh, I quit my job." My voice had dropped to almost a whisper but it was evident that both my uncle and Stiles heard me.

"You what - ?" They both asked at the same time.

"I quit my job." I said it a little louder. I quickly added,

"Could we please not do this this early in the morning? I'll explain everything to you after, I promise." I pleaded knowing he didn't want an argument and neither did I, to be honest.

Breakfast was rather quiet.

"Stiles, what time is your game tonight?" I asked him, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

"7 o'clock."

One word answers, great. Why is he mad at me? He's so not himself. I can totally see through him and that he's stressing about something, if he would just tell me.

"You need to give me the keys to your Jeep still or I won't be able to make it to the game." I reminded him.

I was cleaning up in the kitchen when my uncle announced that he would be down at the station for the remainder of the day. He said he would be there for Stiles' first game.

I walked up the stairs to my 'room' and passing Stiles' room, I peaked in. I heard water running which indicated that he was in the shower. I noticed a million and one books on his desk.

That's odd. I don't ever remember Stiles having so much interest in reading.

I walked over to the desk to get a peek at some of the titles. They were all werewolf myths. I opened one and it was filled with sticky notes.

False … only happens to the ones born as werewolf … Argent? … Packs … alphas …

Stiles had clearly done a lot of research on the subject, but why?

I was just closing the book when the bathroom door opened and Stiles stepped out.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I was waiting for you; I need your car keys before any of us forget. I wanted to go out anyway." I replied.

"You know it's not safe to go out alone." He said making his way towards his desk.

"What do you mean?"

"Stel, there have been attacks all over town. They even found a dead body in the woods."

"Are you trying to scare me? It's not working"

"No, I'm being totally serious. But if you don't believe me, fine. Where are you going? I'm coming with you." He said handing me the keys.

"Grocery shopping. I need some Nutella, fruits so I can make smoothies … do you seriously want to come with me? It's only going to take me 30 minutes max to go there, get everything and come back."

"Yes, Stel, I'm going with you still."

"OK then wait downstairs. I'll be there in 5."

Stiles POV

She was downstairs in a few minutes and we walked out to the Jeep. I saw my new car beside the Jeep and I still couldn't believe that Stella gave me a freakin' Roadster for my birthday.

The ride to the store was quiet. Stella didn't say a word on the way. Not one.

Is she mad at me? What did I do? I haven't even told her anything. Maybe that's why. She expects to be filled in on why I called her here. I probably shouldn't have called her here. What am I supposed to do now? If Derek finds out my intentions, he's not going to hesitate to 'rip my throat out with his teeth.' What am I gonna …

I felt a nudge, and my knee stopped bouncing,

"Stiles, we're here." Stella was looking at me odd.

"Uh, yeah. Sorry."

I quickly got out of the Jeep and followed Stel to the store. She knew exactly where she was going which was weird because I don't ever remember her coming to do the grocery before.

Stella pulled into the driveway and we started to take the bags into the house.

"I thought you only wanted fruits and Nutella." I teased.

She threw me a dirty look but didn't say anything.

She was putting away the groceries, still mad at me, so I decided to go to my room and do some more reading on werewolves.

It was 12 o'clock before I even knew it.

Lunch was uneventful. Stella made ham and cheese sandwiches which we both ate in silence. I helped clean up the kitchen and then climbed back to my room. As it got closer and closer to my first ever lacrosse game, I felt more and more distressed. I was nervous, so nervous my right knee wouldn't stop from bouncing up and down. I wasn't taking in a word of any more reading I did. By 3 o'clock I had given up on doing anything and lay in my bed.

I must have drifted to sleep because the shrill ringing of my phone woke me up. I checked the time and it said 4:28.

Oh crap!

I sat up in my bed and fumbled around for my phone. When I finally found it, it said "5 Missed Calls". I was checking the missed calls, all from Scott, when Stella walked into my room, obviously on the phone with Scott. She held out her phone for me, so I could talk to him.

"Where the hell are you, Stiles?" Scott yelled into the phone.

"At home, I fell asleep. Sorry. I'm on my way. Be there in 5." I said into the phone as I gathered my lacrosse equipment. I ended the call before Scott had the chance to yell at me again. I gave Stella her phone back, mumbled a goodbye and started down the stairs. I heard her yell good luck as I shut the front door behind me.

I pulled into a parking space in the lot at school. Scott and I were getting our bags from the car when Jackson pulled up beside us in his Porsche.

"Where'd you get that from?" He asked about my car obviously surprised.

"It's a birthday gift." I replied, then ignored him as I started to make my way towards the locker room.

I had changed and was out on the field in 5 minutes flat. The coach for once didn't yell at me as everyone was still in the locker room. I had taken my usual seat on the bench, waiting for the other players to get out when I heard Mr. Finstock's whistle.

"Get your ass off that bench, Bilinski!" He yelled at me as the others came out of the locker room.