Chapter 2: Reunion

Song:

Turn It Off by Phantogram

Amber's eyes slowly opened, the brightness of the sunlit room slightly hurting her eyes. As she tried to stretch out of habit, she was restrained by a muscular arm draped

around her. Derek slept peacefully beside her, his breath brushing against the back of Amber's neck. After trying multiple more times to escape from Derek's firm hold, she gave up. Instead of attempting to get up, she simply shuffled in bed, rolling over so instead of spooning, her face was next to his. They were extremely close, nearly touching noses. Her hand moved to the back of his head, lightly brushing through his dark hair.

Movement rustled beneath her arm. Derek was waking up, his sleepy eyes meeting hers. A soft smile crept onto his face.

"Good morning," Amber smiled. Seeing Derek happy was the most satisfying thing in the entire world to her. Derek tucked her long blonde hair behind her ear. Her bed head was beyond wild, with her bangs going every which way.

Amber then tugged away from Derek's hold, getting out of bed. She opened her closet, rummaging through a drawer until she pulled out a dark blue sparkly lace bra, putting it on with ease beneath her tee shirt, before removing the shirt and tossing it to the floor. The sight of Amber's body stunned Derek. He had no clue what a beautiful woman she had grown to become.

"Derek," she walked closer to him, still shirtless, "Do you want me to keep an eye on this McCall guy? You know, since he's new and all?"

Derek sat up, thinking about how Amber could get close to Scott, something he couldn't do. "Yeah," he was still deep in thought. "Get close to him. Gain his trust. Him and his friend, I can just tell they think I'm trouble. But you... If they trust you, they'll listen to you."

Amber nodded her head. She then picked a black dress from hanging in her closet and pulled it over her head, pairing it with black pumps. Walking over to her vanity, she fixed her hair, and began putting on make up. She briefly brushed her teeth before putting on lipstick. Derek was still sitting in her bed, observing Amber as she got ready for school. It all seemed so trivial. And it was. Amber did the same routine every morning. Something the Amber he knew growing up would never do. Amber used to be spontaneous and wild, always trying something new. And he supposed she was still like that in certain aspects, but less so than when they were young.

"I gotta get going. Don't want to be late," she told Derek. He finally got out of bed to say goodbye, pulling her in for a hug. As she began to pull away from his embrace, she paused, taking a moment to stare at his green eyes. Then she became her spontaneous self again, softly pressing her lips against his. They lingered for a moment, until Amber turned to leave for school.

"I'll see you later, Derek."

Lydia, Allison, and Amber sat on the bleachers anxiously for lacrosse practice to start. It was first eliminations for first line, and everyone was on the edge of their seats to find out this year's first line—especially with new star Scott McCall making a name for himself. Amber listened carefully as Scott's friend frantically approached him.

"I overheard my dad on the phone. The fiber analysis came back from the lab in LA. They found animal hairs on the body from the woods!"

"Stiles, I gotta go," Scott ran off from his best friend.

"Wait! No, Scott, you're not gonna believe what the animal was!" Stiles stared disappointedly at his friend who just ditched him, "It was a wolf."

The whistle sounded. All the players gathered around Coach. Allison waved to Scott, and he waved back.

"Got a question McCall?" Coach asked.

"What?" Scott seemed confused.

"You raised your hand. You have a question?" Coach drilled at Scott with beaming eyes.

"Oh... No. I was just, uh... Nothing. Sorry."

"Okay," Coach moved on, dismissing Scott's awkwardness, "You know how this goes. If you don't make the cut, you're most likely sitting on the bench for the rest of the season. You make the cut..." Coach looked around at the circle of boys with crazed eyes. "You play. Your parents are proud. Your girlfriend loves ya! Huh?! Everything else is- uh- cream cheese," he said directly to Scott. "Now get out there and show me whatcha got! COME ON!" The players exploded into a sea of energy, and the game began. Amber watched as Jackson hit Scott to the ground, a smirk on his face. She was nervous for Scott—he could burst at any moment, turning on the field and creating a blood bath. Scott pushed through it though. He swiftly made his way down the field, maneuvering through and around the other players. He leaped over the final defenders, doing a flip before landing on the ground and firing the ball successfully into the net. The crowd roared, the entire team made their way over to Scott, cheering him on.

"McCall! Get over here!" Coach yelled, and Scott walked to him. "What in God's name was that? This is a lacrosse field. What, are you trying out for the gymnastics team?"

"No, Coach."

"What the hell was that?!"

"I don't know," Scott stuttered, he was nervous. Amber knew that even Scott himself had no clue what exactly he had just done out on the field. "I—just trying to make the shot."

"Yeah, well, you made the shot. And guess what! You're starting, buddy," Coach smiled as he gave a friendly pay to Scott's shoulder. "You made first line." A radiant smile covered nearly half of Scott's entire face. The entire crowd cheered for his success.

Practice was now over; the students vacated the stands. "So do you guys wanna get ready for Amber's party together?" Lydia asked.

"My dad's already here to pick me up, sorry," Allison apologized as she began to leave, "See you guys later."

Lydia then turned solely to Amber. "I would, Lyd, but I... I already have plans."

"Plans? With who?" she scoffed. Lydia couldn't bare the thought of Amber making plans without her.

"Derek, he's an old friend who just got back in town last night. I haven't seen him since I was like twelve." Lydia fell silent. She knew nothing about Amber's life before they became friends but she knew it was a dark time for Amber. She would never talk about it, and whenever someone mentions her two gap years, her smile falls to a mournful expression. "I'll see you tonight, Lyd."

There were no plans with Derek. Amber had a couple hours to not only get ready for her party, but she needed to reach out to Scott. And what better way to get close to Scott McCall than through his best friend Stiles Stilinksi, who just so happened to be Amber's neighbor.

Amber had known stiles basically since she was in kindergarten. Before she was a werewolf, they used to be close. After they lost touch Amber had forgotten all about Stiles, but that wasn't the case for him. Stiles had been in love with Amber for as long as he could remember.

She did her hair and makeup, and changed into a tightly fitted white dress with hot pink pumps for her party, before deciding to head next door. After knocking on the door, Amber waited patiently for an answer.

The door opened to reveal an aging Sheriff Stilinski. The two hadn't seen each other in years, so she wasn't surprised when he didn't recognize her. He seemed shocked to see a young woman such as herself on his front step.

"Hi Mr. Stilinksi, I'm not sure if you remember me. I'm Amber Wilson from next door," she smiled politely.

"Oh, wow, Amber. You-you look so... grown up," the sheriff spoke in choppy fragments, struggling to explain his state of shock.

"Is Stiles home?" Amber glanced over Sheriff's shoulder, unsuccessfully attempting to spot Stiles.

"Uh- yeah. Come on in," he opened the door wide for her to enter. The house was exactly as she remembered from her youth. "He's in his room."

Amber made her way down the hall, lightly knocking on the door which she faintly remembered as his.

"What is it, Dad?" Stiles asked from behind the closed door. Amber then slowly pushed the door open, peaking inside the room before entering. As Stiles turned around, his eyes greatly widened. Amber gave an uncomfortable smile as she shook awkwardly in the center of his room.

"You- you're- Amb- here- in my- okay. Hi."

Amber laughed lightly, "Hi Stiles." She then noticed his room was flooded with papers. Amber leaned down and picked one up. Werewolves.

"That's- uh- for a research project," Stiles lied horribly.

"You don't have to lie to me, Stiles," she gave a slight smirk. "So tell me, did Scott believe you?"

"I-I have no clue what you're talking about." His heart rate increased. Amber listened as his breathing got slightly heavier—Stiles was lying.

"Stiles, this is serious. Tonight is a full moon—Scott's first full moon. And if he's going to be at a party with Allison everything is going to be ten times worse than it already is. So tell me Stiles, did Scott believe you?" Amber became intense, walking closer to Stiles.

"No!" Stiles yelled. "No. He didn't. And he's picking up Allison in like two minutes."

Amber's hand immediately went to her forehead as she thought of what Scott could do at a party on a full moon. All the blood and dead bodies—it wasn't good.

"Okay. Here's what's going to happen: you and I are going to be at that party. As long as we're there, we can make sure nothing bad happens," she told Stile the game plan.

"You- you're inviting me to your party?" Stiles asked in disbelief. This was it. His moment had finally come. Not only was Amber Wilson alone with him in his bedroom, but she had just invited him to one of her legendary parties.

"Yes, Stiles, were you even listening to a word I was saying? Be at my house at seven o'clock. Sharp." And with that, Amber was out the door, and for all Stiles knew, she was once again out of his life forever.

Seven o'clock.

Guests were now flooding Amber's house and backyard.

Amber walked into the backyard, finding Scott and Allison along with dozens of others dancing to the music. Lydia and Jackson were in their own corner making out. And Derek stood at the far end of the yard, eyes locked on Scott.

"Derek," she said in her normal speaking voice from the other end of the yard, knowing that Derek could hear her perfectly with his enhanced hearing. His eyes then shot to Amber, who was evidently smirking at him. Taking that as a signal, Derek made his way to her. "I'm surprised you showed up," she locked her arms around the back of Derek's neck.

"I'm here for Scott," he said, glancing over Amber's shoulder at Scott and Allison dancing in a crowd of sweaty teenagers. They could literally smell the hormones.

"Come on, Derek. You're not even gonna dance with me for a little bit?" Amber pouted. Her twisted smirk grew as she caught Derek staring at the plunging neck line of her stark white dress, emphasizing the top of her tan breasts. But once again, his gaze shifted to Scott. "Fine. Keep an eye on him. I have other people to mingle with anyways." Amber flipped her hair as she strode away, back inside the house.

Her frustration was at an all time high, which was especially bad due to the full moon. The gold in her eyes sparked, causing Amber to wince in attempt to maintain the normal hazel coloring.

"Amber!" Stiles called from across the hall, pushing through people to get to her. "So how's Scott doing?"

"Considering him and Allison's intense grinding, I would say he's fine at the moment." An aggravated look plagued Amber's face.

"What-what's wrong?" Stiles placed a hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her, causing Amber to look up at him. Before she could answer his question, before she could even think about the answer to his question, Amber swiftly grabbed the sides of his face and pulled him in for a kiss. Shock overrode Stiles' body, causing him to freeze. The girl he had been in love with since he was three years old was kissing him at her party.

The kiss was soft and still at first, but as she leaned into it, Stiles hands moved to her waist, deepening the kiss. Amber briefly pulled away, "Do you want to- uh- take this upstairs?" She felt bad for using him to gain control on the full moon, but he was there, and he was willing. Then Scott stumbled past them, wincing, looking like he was about to faint.

"Woah, Scott, you good?" Stiles reached out and gently patted his shoulder.

"Scott, are you okay?" Amber asked as Scott brushed past them. She was about to go after him, but halted when she remembered that Derek was there. He would handle the situation.

"We should go see if he's okay," Stiles pulled away from her, but Amber grabbed his hand, stopping him from moving any farther.

"I'm sure he's fine, Stiles," she faked a smile in an attempt to comfort him.

"We need to make sure he's not off murdering half of Beacon Hills! C'mon!" he pulled Amber out the front door, just in time to find Allison Argent hopping into Derek's black Camero and zipping away with him.

"Do you have any idea who that was?!" Stiles asked enthusiastically. "That was Derek Hale!"

Amber clenched her fists, her claws digging into the flesh of her palm. Jealousy did not suit her well.

A/N: Wow. Some Stamber action this chapter ;) Thoughts/opinions on Amber with Stiles vs. Derek? This chapter was not my best work :/ Sorry that it took so long! My best friend surprised me with a trip to Disneyland this week, plus the past few days I've been working doubles, which means twelve hour shifts. Woohoo! I know the Teen Wolf plot is moving along kind of slowly, as episode one isn't even finished yet, but each chapter takes a lot of time and love :) Amber's face claim is either Carlson Young (Brooke on MTV's "Scream") or the famous blogger Kristina Bazaan (her blog is Kayture). On my Polyvore (izzyrosew) I use Kristina because there aren't many good pics of Carlson, but when I write I envision Carlson :) Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please follow/fav this story! Don't forget to review!

xo, Izzy