A/N: Hey everyone! I'm still trying to set Billie Finstock in the Beacon Hills life before we go on to the real stuff, but it'll start soon enough, promise!
As always, I do not own Teen Wolf (I so wish!) or anything else (song, TV show, movie or else) that I might reference here.
Have fun!
The thunderstorm was getting louder and the pelting rain against her bedroom window made the room dark and gloomy, but she didn't notice any of it, because Billie was sooo mad right now. Sitting at her desk, barely blinking at the screen, she grabbed her cell and furiously texted Erica.
-You are a horrible HORRIBLE person !
Erica's answer was quick to follow.
-Which episode are you watching?
-The first one you psycho ! What is wrong with you?
-Shut up and keep watching
Within five minutes, Billie was calling Erica to get the live commentary from her (pretty much) only girlfriend.
"Hey Billie! So, 'you hooked yet?"
"Duuude, who is that?"
"The big brother or, as I think of it, the only reason to watch the show. Alright, so far, d'you like Sam or Dean best?"
"Hhmm … I think I like Sam. He's got those puppy eyes, you just wanna hug him all the time. But, I'll admit that either one showing up at school would be a massive yes, God!"
Both girls giggled.
"Hey d'you have a paper for gym this year?"
Sigh.
"Nope, Dr. Barnett says moderate physical activity is good for me. I hate her."
"Don't worry about it, I'll try to get my dad to go easy on you."
"Thanks, that's sweet."
"You know I'm sweet on you," Billie hollered over the phone, making her friend laugh. Billie was pretty much Erica's best friend in school, if not her only friend. They didn't spend much time together, because Finstock Jr. was always running somewhere for school or work or sports, but they called and texted like this all the time. Discussing fictional crushes and sharing nail polish colors at lunch made Erica feel almost like any normal teenager.
"Hey, d'you think you could bring some polish tomorrow? My nails are fugly!"
"Sure, I was gonna do mine anyway. Which color d'you want?"
"I don't know … I was thinking maybe blue?"
Billie chuckled.
"Come on Rickie, I'm gonna need more than just 'blue'. I've got 17 bottles of it!"
Now, Billie might not have been a girly girl according to anybody's standards (even hers), but the one girly thing she was comfortable with was nails. She had always loved putting on polish and her mother used to do her nails every week. Nowadays, Billie was doing her own once a day, sometimes twice! She could do patterns, effects, just about anything. Nail polish was the only reason she knew what Sephora was. It was also the only well organized part of her bedroom. Over seventy bottles, all arranged chromatically of course, on glass shelves over her desk. Billie took a picture of her blue polishes and sent it to Erica.
"Hmm, third one from the right. It's all glitter-y."
"Deep Blue Sea, good choice! I'll bring it tomorrow, and thanks for telling me about the series, I'm enjoying it, a lot!"
"I knew you would, see you tomorrow, Billie!"
"G'night Rickie!"
She wasn't lying, she was enjoying the show her friend had told her about, but some of it was a little too much for her to handle right before bed. Especially the end of the first episode. Oh my God what the hell no! Erica received one more angry text before going to bed that night.
-A HORRIBLE HORRIBLE PERSON ! I'm gonna have nightmares all week
-As long as the Winchester brothers come and save you, sweet dreams!
By lunchtime the next day, Erica and Billie were sitting at their usual table, Erica glaring at her tuna sandwich like it had offended her, Billie stuffing down shepperd's pie like there was no tomorrow. A shadow came over the Assistant Coach as Lahey came to sit next to them, his tray piled high with everything there was to eat at the cafeteria it seemed.
"Hey, can I sit here?"
Billie glared up at him.
"Of course not! This table is only for the subversively casual dressers. YOU can sit with the Lacrosse jocks over there." she said, pointing at Whittemore and his friends further down the room. For a moment Isaac looked frozen in place, confused, but Billie couldn't hold her laughter in anymore and she cracked up, tapping the chair next to her. "Come on, sit down Lahey. You know I'm just messing with your head!"
Isaac sat down gingerly next to Billie. He looked around, as if he expected someone to come and tell him he REALLY coudn't sit there.
"So what's up at the graveyard? Anything worth calling the Scooby Gang?"
"Uh n-no, not really. Nothing new there."
"Ah, that's a shame, I've always had a crush on Fred." Billie said, giggling along with Erica. "What about you Rickie?"
"Oh I don't know, I was more of an Addams Family fan growing up. By the way hello Isaac" the blonde added with an exaggerated batting of her eyes. The poor boy gulped, his eyes suddenly glued to his plate.
"Hey Erica. How 'you doing?"
Messing around with the awkward blond boy was one of Erica's favorite pastimes. She fancied herself an outrageous flirt and loved making Isaac so uncomfortable he squirmed in his seat.
"Immensely better now that you're here" she added with a wink, while Billie was almost choking on her meal.
"Um … I-I … What d'you …" the boy managed to stutter before Billie came to his rescue.
"Aww come on Rickie, you shouldn't play with him like that. He's such a fragile little thing."
And both girls just kept on giggling hysterically seeing Isaac's offended face. They were still chuckling mildly when Billie broke out the nail polish bottles and pushed her lunch aside.
"Fair warning Lahey, if you don't like chemical fumes, you might want to step away a few seats for …"
"'You opening your nail salon again? God, don't you girls have anything better to do with your time?"
A duet of "no" resonated in his ears. He stood up and grabbed his still untouched plate, grumbling about 'damn girls and their hobbies' and left them to it.
"See you on the field after school Lahey!" Billie felt obligated to yell at him before he got out of earshot. He waved absentmindedly without even looking back and both girls focused on their nails.
"So, Gomez or Fester?"
Erica snorted.
"Gomez obviously! I don't have a fetish for baldies, come on!"
"You were right, what the Hell happened to those nails of yours? Did you dig up a corpse in Lahey's graveyard?"
"Ha-ha, not funny. I don't get why you like him, he's weird and awkward and he can't even look me in the eyes."
Billie grabbed her friend's hands and kept her eyes on the polish brush.
"One: I hang out with him because he's my friend. You should know I like my friends weird, right? Two: he can't look at you in the eyes because you keep doing your level-best to make him uncomfortable as hell, even I couldn't meet your sultry seductress gaze, girl! And three: why the hell d'you say I like him?"
Left hand done, down to the right one.
"One: thanks for calling me a freak, you brat. Two: I'm not that hot, calm your hormones. Three: You soooooo do! And he likes you too so it's fine."
"Rickie have you smoked your carpet? I don't like him like that and he doesn't like me like that either. Get that crazy idea out of your head right now."
"Isaac and Billie, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G …"
Grumbling, Billie reminded her friend that she had control over her hands at the moment.
Billie was, as always, near the players' bench. Practice was about to start. Coach was lining the players up for the first elimination and giving his assistant the list of players she needed to keep an eye on. She smiled at hearing McCall's name. Then she heard it again, coming from someone else.
"SCOTT! Scott, wait up!" Stilinski was running after his friends, frantically waving his arms like a giant, uncoordinated bat. He stopped Scott just as he was walking out on the field.
"Stiles, I'm playing in the first elimination man, can it wait?"
"Just hold on okay?" He took a deep breath and kept rattling on, a panicked edge in his voice. "I overheard my dad on the phone. The fiber analysis came back from the lab in L.A. They found animal hair on the body from the woods!"
"Stiles I gotta go" Scott grabbed his gear and ran onto the field to play.
"Wait-wo Scott, you're not gonna believe what the animal was! ... It was a wolf." The boy muttered, a worried look in his eyes as Coach whistled. Billie ran out along with the players.
"Let's go gather 'round! Bring it in, come on!" Coach and Billie were surrounded by the players. Scott raised his hand, a goofy smile on his face.
"Got a question McCall?" she asked. He looked at her, confused.
"What?"
"You raised your hand, you have a question?"
"Oh! No ... I was just ... nothing, sorry." Coach took it from there.
"Okay, you know how this goes. If you don't make the cut," he spoke in a clipped tone, "you're most likely sitting on the bench for the rest of the season. You make the cut, you play ..." he added in a now fanatic tone, his blue eyes bulging out of his head, "your parents are proud ... Your girlfirend loves ya! HA!" He stopped in front of McCall. "Everything else is ... cream cheese."
"Now get out there, and show us what you got." Billie added, just for good measure. "Come on!" And then her loud whistle sent the boys running on the field.
She stood at tha edge of the field with her clipboard in hand, whistle between her teeth. Coach was giving her the notes on the first round of elimination, his eyes squinted in concentration, checking the passes, the throws, the tackles.
"Jackson is still in good shape, his aim needs a little work. McCall is ... on the ground again."
Scott had just been tackled by another player. This was bad, hella bad. He just got the ball for the first time and he was sprawled on the grass already!
She saw him get up, glaring daggers at Whittemore. Of course it was Whittemore, that entitled jackass couldn't let another player steal the show. She whistled another faceoff, coincidently between McCall and Whittemore, prepared to watch the blood splatter. Scott got a hold of the ball and dashed towards the goal, avoiding every other player, twirling like a ballerina to avoid the checks. Coach was stunned silent watching this. Then McCall, faced with a blockade of players, just front flipped over them without even slowing down and threw the ball into the net in one fluid movement.
The crowd erupted in loud cheers, Billie's voice joining them. She was so proud of her friend for kicking ass, especially Jackson's ass!
"McCall! Get over here!" Coach had gotten over his surprise at the boy's antics. "What in God's name was that? This is a Lacrosse field! What are you, trying out for the ... gymnastics team?"
"No Coach" Scott said shaking his head.
"What the hell was that?"
"I don't know, I was just trying to make the shot." Poor Scott! The boy looked crestfallen.
"Yeah well you made the shot. And guess what ... You're starting, buddy. You made first line!" Coach nudged Scott on the shoulder and went off, leaving Scott and Billie face to face, both grinning from ear to ear. Out of sheer joy, she jumped in his arms and kept jumping up and down, hugging/choking him for a moment. Then, letting go, she fist-bumped him and pushed him towards the bench, a huge grin on her face. She was so happy for him, Scott worked so damn hard to get to this point. She went back to assisting Coach with her bright smile still in place.
Alright, that's it for today, there's so much to do at the beginning of the story! Phew! I'm going to try and put up another chapter this week, to get things going. We'll get to Lydia's party, yay! And SCott's first full moon ... Reviews are so-so-so welcome! It's what keeps me going!
