Chapter 2
Waking up a while later I turn to the clock on my nightstand to find it is well past one in the morning. I don't remember falling asleep. I must've been exteremly tired. Stretching I get up to wander around the house to see what has changed since I was a kid. I made my way downstairs and walking past the kitchen my stomach let out a loud growl. Not remembering when I ate last I decided to search for some food. Finding cereal I then look for a bowl. I must not have been too quiet because the next thing I knew Derek walks into the kitchen rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
"Sleeping beauty has awaken at last." He jokes walking to the fridge.
"I didn't know you were still here." I say watching him skeptically as he moves to the cabinet and pulls out a glass.
"Scott didn't tell you? Mrs. McCall is letting me stay here until I can find a new place to live." He says sitting next to me.
"No, he didn't. Well I'm sorry if I woke you." I apologize.
"You didn't. We figured the flight and time difference took a lot out of you. That and Stiles threatened us with bodily harm if we woke you." He shrugs while getting a glass of milk.
"Ha! That's a good one." I laugh shaking my head. The two of us falling into a some what in comfortable silence, Derek glancing up at me every couple of seconds. After a few minutes the butterflies I felt earlier in the start to come back with each glance. Blushing, I quickly finish what is left of my cereal and get up to wash my bowl and put it away.
"Well, I'm gonna go back to my room. I will talk to you later. Sorry again if I woke you." I say as I walk-run out of the room.
"Good night." Was all I heard as I retreated.
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Waking up for the second time that day I find the sun is up and shining brightly in my eyes. Groaning, I roll over only to practically jump out of my skin. Laying beside me with a huge ass grin on his face is Stiles.
"Damn girl. I thought you were never going to wake up! Get up we are having a get together to welcome you back to Beacon Hills." He says while jumping on me.
"Nobody told me about this." I mumble trying to roll over to go back to sleep.
"You weren't supposed to know until today because Scott knew you wouldn't let us have it." He practically sings jumping on me some more.
"Asshole." I groan trying to swat Stiles away from me.
"Swear jar." Is the only response I get. The next thing I know Stiles is laying on top of me.
"Fine!" I shout with a groan. "Now get the hell off of me so I can get dressed."
"But you're so comfy!" He whines while snuggling in closer.
"If you want to keep your arm I suggest you get off me!" I snap back feeling his weight move off me.
"I forgot how grumpy you are when you get woken up." He says hitting me with a pillow.
"That's what happens when you move across the country." I reply standing up.
"Touché. It's 10:30 now. People will be here around one and we still need to go to the store so hurry up lazy ass." I hear him say as he walks out.
"Swear jar." Is all I say as I flip off his retreating form while walking to my luggage to find clothes for the day.
"I saw that!" Was all I heard as he dissappeared down the hallway.
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After bringing in what seemed like three thousand grocery bags I slumped into a chair at the kitchen counter. I rest my forehead on the cool surface of the counter and sigh loudly. I thought it was just supposed to be a small get together. I don't understand why we need so much food.
"SCOTT?!" I yelled my head snapping up from the counter.
"Yes?" He says his head popping in around the corner.
"I thought you said this was going to be a small get together. Why do we need all this food?" I ask pointing to all the bags.
"I never said it was a small get together. In fact I never said it was a big get together either. I simply said get together." he says fully coming into the kitchen now. "Stiles is the one who told you it was a small get together."
I just shake my head and groan while hopping down from seat to start putting the groceries away. This kid was going to be the death of me. He knows large groups of people freak me out. Sighing I finish putting the groceries away and go to leave the room when Stiles jumps in front of me, fully scaring the shit out of me, with a look on his face that says he's about to ask me to do something.
"Stiles! Don't do that! You scared the sh-crap out of me." I shout smacking him in the chest.
"Sorry. How much do you love me?" He says with a huge ass grin.
"Why?" I say slowly losing patience with the grinning fool in front of me.
"Remember how we used to make those pretzel/cookie/brownie things when we were younger?" He asks.
"You mean how I used to make them and you just stood around trying to steal the batter?" I say giving him a pointed look.
"Details, love, details." he says waving a hand in the air.
"Yes I remember. Get to the point please." I sigh.
"Would you want to make some for the party? Pleeeeaaaasssseeee?" He says going into fully puppy dog pouting mode.
"Ugh. Fine. Let me go change and I will get started on them." I say walking around him to go change.
"THANK YOU!" I hear him yell as I make my way upstairs.
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Back in the kitchen I put my headphones in, I start to gather everything I need to make this damn dessert. Bobbing my head and humming along I go about making dessert. Completely forgetting where I am I begin to dance and sing along to the music. Turning back to the counter from pre-heating the stove I nearly drop my bowl and jump a foot in the air.
"Jeez. You scared me. How long have you been standing there?" I ask the pair of hazel eyes standing in the doorway of the kitchen while pulling my headphones out.
"Sorry. And I've only been here since 'Fancy'. It was quite amusing, you could give Iggy a run for her money." Derek says with a chuckle walking into the kitchen and sitting at the counter.
"Oh shut up." I say rolling my eyes and shifting from foot to foot nervously.
"What are you making? It looks good." He says trying to distract me noticing my discomfort.
"They don't exactly have a name but they are a layer of crushed pretzels, a layer of cookie dough and a layer of brownie mix on top." I say not meeting his eyes.
"Sounds amazing. I can't wait to try them. I will let you get back to work." He says standing up and leaving me to my lonesome once again.
I put my earbuds back in letting out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. I shake my head while mentally scolding myself. I have to remind myself again that not every guy is like him. I sigh to myself while returning to my dessert.
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Derek POV
"Dude, can I talk to you for a minute?" I ask Scott walking out back to see him setting up tables and chairs.
"Sure. What's up?" He says standing up from the table he was putting together.
"What is up with Zoe? She seems very fearful of new people especially men." I say joining him at the table.
"She should really be the one to tell you the whole story but I will tell you she was attacked about a year ago. It really messed with her head. She didn't leave home for three weeks after it happened. She stopped talking to everyone except her parents and me. She is very cautious of people and hyperaware of her surroundings." Scott says with a sad look in his eyes.
"Oh man. That's terrible. I just walked into the kitchen and saw her singing and dancing to her ipod. She seemed so carefree and relaxed. Then she noticied I was there and her whole demeanor changed." I say.
"Yeah. It took me forever to convince her to move out here. I hope she can finally be able to relax and become herself again. Not be so afraid of everything." Scott replies looking towards the house.
"I guess we will see. You need any help?" I say pointing at the remaining chairs.
"That would be great. I got to hurry up so I can start getting food together." Scott say moving to grab more chairs. I follow him and grab some chairs of my own to put at the tables with my thoughts on the pretty blonde in the kitchen with the broken smile. Maybe I can help her get more comfortable with herself.
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Zoe POV
After finishing dessert I find myself standing in front of my bed staring at a couple clothing options to wear to the party. I just can't decide which one to pick. Just when I am about to give up I hear someone walk into my room.
"The pink dress. It makes your eyes a deeper shade of blue." They say coming to stand next to me.
"You think so?" I ask turning to see Mrs. McCall smiling at me.
"Of course." She says wrapping her arm around me, pulling me into her side. "Plus it'll show off your killer dancer legs which I am extremely jealous of."
"You have great legs mom." I laugh with her.
"How are you doing?" She asks.
"I'm ok. A little nervous about today." I say with a sigh moving to sit down on the bed.
"Take a deep breath. You know most of the people coming." She says sitting down next to me and taking my hand in hers. "If you start to feel like your going to have a panic attack come find me, Scott or Stiles ok? We will help you in whatever way we can."
"Do you have alcohol?" I ask only half joking.
"Anything for my favorite child." She smiles.
"We heard that!" Is shouted at us in unison from the living room.
"I will leave you to get ready now. Just remember: Breathe. You'll be ok. I love you sweetheart." Mrs. McCall says giving me a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
"Thanks mom." I say returning the hug. "For everything."
She winks at me as she leaves the room. I am left to finish getting ready. Deciding on the pink dress I pair it with a light denim jacket and some white wedge heels. Keeping my make-up light with some mascara, eyeliner, bronzer and a link pink lipstick. I don't really want to fuss with my hair too much so I just fishtail braid it. Just as I am finishing up I hear a knock at my door.
"Come in." I call, turning to see Scott poking his head through the door.
"Hey, I'm just coming to see if you are ready. Everyone should be here soon." He says coming into the room.
"Just finished. How do I look?" I ask doing a little spin.
"Beautiful as always." He say with a smile. "You might wanna come downstairs though."
"Why?"I ask confused. Scott just looks at me.
"STILES! I will break your fingers!" I yell moving past a laughing Scott.
A/N: Well here's the second chapter. I thought I would try writing in a different point of view. It was a little challenging for me so let me know how you like it. I also wanted to include Mama McCall a bit more in this chapter. She will definitely be someone that Zoe can confide in throughout the story. The next chapter will have the party. Let me know what you think. -Britt