Chapter 3

It was almost Friday, and that meant one thing, Lydia's party. Now I know I got grounded for kicking Greenberg in the nuts. Anger issues. He did deserve it though, and I was still desperately trying to convince my mom to let me go to the party, I mean it was just Greenberg, it's not like it was Jackson or anyone else. However my mom wasn't really budging from her answer and now I had been left with my final card to play, the "You told me to make friends, well this is me making friends." speech. My problem however was that my mom knew all too well that I was not overly fond of Lydia, heck I'm pretty sure I hadn't spoken two words to her since the first day.

I was sitting in my kitchen eating dinner, waiting for my mom to get home. Not only a few minutes my mom walked through the door throwing her keys onto the table and flopping into the seat beside me. She ran her hands through her hair sighing deeply.

"Do I want to ask?" I asked getting up and grabbing her dinner out of the microwave, while chucking my plate in the sink. I returned to my seat, she looked tired. It was sort of worrying me.

"I just forgot what it was like to have a full-time job, it's tiring. Plus adding supervised study to the mix, I just...God I hate it." She was rubbing her right temple furiously, while playing with the food on her plate. I sat there listening to her go on and on about the teachers, which in turn led her to tell me which students she didn't like, *cough* Greenberg. Then again he was a poxy little douche. When my mom was finished I decided to broach the topic of Lydia's party.

"Mom, about the party on Friday" I pressed the subject. I knew I was treading on eggshells but I had to ask. I needed to go to that party, I just couldn't stand being pent up in the house much longer.

"You're grounded, remember." she replied shortly, Clearly she didn't want to discuss it further, but that wasn't going to stop me. " Mom I know, It's just you told me to make friends and that's what I'm doing. Look Scott and Stiles will be there, mind you Scott will be with Allison. Please mom, I promise I won't kick Greenberg, heck I'll even apologize to him. Please!" That's it, I was finally pleading. I was desperate. She could not deny me this. I may not have liked people in general but I loved parties, and I was usually well behaved at them...most of the time. However the look on my mom's face got my hopes up, she was contemplating my proposal, like really contemplating it.

"Fine. I want you back before 1 and you are to go with Stiles, he will bring you there and drop you home got it. I can trust Stiles to keep an eye on you, lord knows what you're like at parties." My mother muttered the last part. I just launched myself at her, almost knocking her over. Worlds best mom. I thanked my mom repeatedly kissing her on the cheek and hugging her. I promised that I would behave myself and that I wouldn't hit sleazy assholes, *cough* Greenberg. It was funny though, my mom putting me in Stiles care. I'm pretty sure that when we were younger she didn't trust Stiles in the slightest because he was, well Stiles. We hadn't been back a week and my mom was putting a lot of faith in him, go Stiles. Soon after my mom rushed off to bed, a bottle of pain killers in her hand.

On Friday I rushed to school early hoping to meet up with Stiles after he finished morning practice. I was a little worried as to how Stiles would take the news, and if he was going to make some big dramatic display I wanted the halls to be pretty empty. I hung around the changing rooms, hoping to grab him the moment he came out. This did earn me a few odd looks from the guys,

"Moore, what brought you back to me, was it my good looks?" Greenberg smirked, leaning close to me, he stunk as if someone had dropped a perfume store on him, it was...toxic to say the least. " Did you rethink my offer, you know how much I like a damaged girl." He was literally pressing me to the wall, his body pinning me, I wouldn't have minding being in this situation if it was in a different context but no, here was Greenberg pinning me to a wall after calling me damaged, He was really asking for a knee to the balls, but I refrained.

"Actually Greenberg I'm here to see Stiles, you know the awkward twitchy guy. If you go get him for me you might not get a knee to the balls, so be a dear and get me Stiles." I replied pushing him away from me. Then it was my turn to smirk as I saw his hands go to protect his balls, somehow I doubted he would disobey me, and I was right as only a second later he scampered back into the changing room. The moment the door opened I was hit by the putrid smell of sweat and cologne as it filled my nostrils I felt like I was going to gag. Not good. A minute later Stiles emerged, hugging me quickly.

"What's up?" he asked leaning against the wall beside me, "Not that I don't love your company I do and...I'm just going to stop" I laughed a little, nudging him playfully in the arm. He smiled back at me nudging me back. "I can go to Lydia's!" I blurted out. Stiles did this sort of awkward head jerk that looked like it would give you whiplash if you tried it.

"How the hell did you convince your mom?" he asked him mouth gaping open. He was always a little dramatic in his responses. " I used the " you told me to make friends" card, and it worked, but there is one condition and that's why I'm here." Stiles raised his eyebrow, now clearly intrigued, if not a little scared, "...well I can only go if you take me there and get me home before one." I replied shifting to face him, he had this sort of half happy look and half disappointed look on his face.

He was hoping to impress Lydia, or at least try and get her to acknowledge him, and basically him showing up with a sort of date was not going to help. I mean if I was in his position I would be pretty annoyed, I mean he was practically acting as my babysitter.

"Nah it's grand. Since Scott was going to be with Allison I guess it was going to be a little boring. Now that you are coming it could be fun, very fun. Fuck it I'm going to be able to have an intelligent conversation with someone. Even when Scott is around I can't actually talk to him about like I dunno Star Wars and shit." He smiled, "Look I've gotta go, I'll text you later, see you."

I followed Stiles back to the lockers, I sort of lost him in the crowds that were beginning to form in the corridors and thus decided to go to my locker, might as well grab my books. As I walked up to my locker none other than Lydia Martin was standing in front of mine, talking to Allison. My locker had been conveniently placed beside the other new girls . Allison was pretty nice, I mean I hadn't actually talked to her all that much but from what I gathered she was like really nice, that sort of sickly sweet kind of nice, but the same couldn't be said for her best friend, Lydia. Nevertheless I went over to my locker.

"Ivy how are you?" Allison asked flashing me a smile, god damn it girl stop being so nice, " your in pretty early."

"I'm good, and yourself? As for being in early that can be contributed to my acute case of insomnia. I'm kidding I had to talk to Stiles and it's pretty hard to find people when everyone sort of converges on the school." I smiled back, fuck it this girl made me want to be nice to people, " Hi Lydia. I was just wondering if I could jut get into my locker for a second." I asked nicely. I earned a small glare but she moved for me even saying hi and all.

"What were you and Stiles talking about? Allison asked, her attention drawn away from Lydia and I as she found puppy eyed Scott. "It was actually about Lydia's party tonight. Thanks for inviting me by the way." Lydia smiled a little and nodded, " anyway because I sort of kicked Greenberg I wasn't originally allowed to go, but my mom changed her mind on the condition that I go with Stiles."

It was Lydia's turn to jump into the conversation, " I'm not going to lie, you kicking Greenberg in the nuts was funny, he's such a sleazy guy. You were pretty awesome." Lydia laughed lightly. That was probably the nicest thing I had heard her say, well at least to someone she wasn't exactly friends with. I dunno, as I was talking to them it kind of felt like I could be friends with them.

"I hope you don't think I'm being rude but do you have a thing for Stiles, I mean you're really close to him?" Allison asked in all sincerity, and I just sort of laughed, but Stiles, come on. He was like a brother...and he wasn't exactly my type.

"No way. Stiles is like a brother to me. We were really close as kids, he and Scott used to hang out with my sister and I. Anyway when I moved away I kind of blocked out a lot of the stuff that happened and well I suppose I sort of just blocked out any good memories I had, including the time I spent with Stiles and Scott. So when I came back, after we reintroduced ourselves to each other it just kind of felt like it was back when we were kids." I smiled remembering that awkward hug we had when we realized who each other was.

"Anyway I gotta go talk to coach about something, I'll see you guys later, if you want." I waved goodbye to them as I headed to econ. Holy fuck what was happening to me. I had just voluntary asked to hang out with them, I didn't do that, I was not that kind of person. I didn't hang out with Allison and Lydia until the scrimmage when Coach announced that Scott had made first line, seriously something was up with him. Unfortunately Stiles once again didn't make first line and would therefore be sitting on the bench, again. Oh well at least the party tonight would keep his mind off it.