Author's notes- So, my boyfriend got me Season 1 of Teen Wolf for Valentines Day, so now I can watch the episodes for this fanfic without looking them up online! Yay!
Chapter Three:
First Date
"Pardon me, Lass. May I sit here for this morning's class?" someone asked me the following Monday in Chemistry.
"I didn't know we had a Scottish kid here," I thought as I turned my head to answer the kid's question. I almost choked on my gum when I saw Tony standing next to the lab table. That cute grin of his was plastered on his face.
"Tony? When did you learn to speak in a Scottish accent?"
"My family lived in Scotland for a year when I was little," he explained as he slid into the stool beside me. "Picked up the accent after a month."
"A guy who can do accents, that's pretty hot," my face immediately flushed slightly as that thought went through my head. What was wrong with me?
"Lucky, it took me practically a year to be able to do a British accent."
"It's really not that hard to do, love," the blonde replied.
"Show off."
"Mr. Santiago," the voice of our chemistry teacher made us snap out of our conversation. "Perhaps if you're not too busy flirting with Ms. McCaull, maybe you'll be the one to solve the equation on the board."
I thought I would be the one to be incredibly humiliated, but I heard Tony's heart speed up while the tips of his ears turned crimson. He slinked off his stool as the rest of the class snickered.
After the whole hunter incident, Scott had been a little pissed after I had admitted about being a werewolf. I explained to him that I did it to protect him and Mom. He then asked me how long I had been a wolf. To this day, I still don't know.
It was nearing the end of the class when my cell phone buzzed. Checking to see that Mrs. Davis wasn't looking, I slipped it halfway out of my pocket and checked the screen. It was a text from Stiles.
"Scott told me about what happened. Can we talk next block?" My next class happened to be Calculus, which Stiles was in since he was super smart. I felt a little better knowing that my still angry brother wasn't going to be there, but I was slightly nervous of what Stiles would think of this situation.
"Dude, you're amazing!" he exclaimed as soon as I sat down in my seat next class.
Well, that was one less thing I had to worry about it.
"Why didn't you tell me that you were also a werewolf?"
"Because I wanted to protect the ones that I love? Keep your voice down, you're kind of shouting."
"Sorry," he whispered with a sheepish smile. "But, seriously, how long have you been a werewolf?"
"I don't know. My birth parents aren't around, so I don't know if they were wolves. And I have no idea if I got bit like Scott did."
"Don't you get to find out about what happened to your parents when you're eighteen?" he inquired.
"Yeah, I think my mom said something about an appointment with the adoption agency next week."
"Isn't Melissa supposed to have the information?"
"California doesn't allow people the information until they're adults."*
"Well, that's stupid. Shouldn't your adoptive parents at least have the right to know who your parents were?"
I shrugged. "Some states just don't allow it." I didn't blame Stiles for his disgust. Mom had told me when I was eight that I was adopted and what exactly the word meant. I accepted it pretty well back then, but as I reached my teen years, I began to think about it more. Who were my parents? Did they actually die, or did they give me up? Even though it pissed me off that I couldn't find out until I was eighteen, I understood that the government was only doing it to protect me. I had only turned eighteen a month ago, but the anticipation was starting to kill me.
Calculus droned on like usual. Even though I was good at Math, I never particularly enjoyed it. I was staring at the clock above one of the windows in boredom with my head in my hand. I suddenly felt like someone was staring at me. I turned my head to look out the window and nearly fell out of my chair. On the far side of the Senior parking lot was a black Camaro. Derek stood next to it. His eyes seemed to be burning a hole into the window I was staring out of.
"Natalie?"
I broke my gaze away from the window and turned my attention to Stiles. "What are you looking at?" he asked.
I looked back to the parking lot to show him that Derek was there, but both the werewolf and his fancy car were gone. Once again the mysterious stranger had seemed to melt away and disappear like a phantom.
"N-nothing. I... didn't see anything."
I practically sprang out of my chair as soon as the bell rang for lunch. Stiles and I started to head down to the cafeteria. I spotted Scott down the hallway with his arm around Allison. The two of them seemed to be in their own little world and deep in conversation.
"Hey, Natalie," Tony suddenly came out of nowhere and appeared at my side.
"Oh, Hey Tony!" I said after getting over my mini heart attack. I turned around to introduce Stiles, but my friend had already gone into the cafeteria.
"So, I was wondering. Do you have any plans this Thursday?" Tony asked while stuffing his hands in the pockets of his pants.
"Not that I know of. Why?"
"Well... there's this new bowling alley that just opened up. It has evening bowling and everything. And I was thinking that... maybe ... you would want to go with me?"
"You mean, like a date?" I asked.
He nodded looking shyly down at the floor.
"Yeah, sure."
His head snapped up as soon as I gave my response. His eyes shone with shock, but excitement was in there also. "Okay, cool. I'll, uhm, pick you up at six thirty?"
"Sounds good to me," I replied with a smile.
"Hey Tony, are we gonna eat or what?" some of his friends called from down the hallway.
"Give me a second," he called back before turning back to me. "So, I'll see you on Thursday."
"It's a date." we went our separate ways, but before I went into the cafeteria, I pricked my ears and honed in on Tony's conversation.
"Did you ask her?"
"Mhm."
"Did she say yes?"
"Mhm."
"Why do you look like you're going to throw up?"
"Because I'm just hoping that I don't screw this up."
Scott was sitting on my bed that Thursday night as I was getting my makeup on and hair ready for the date. He was spinning the key ring to Mom's car around his index finger and glaring a hole into my wall. "So, who's this guy again?"
"Tony Santiago," I told him for the third time that day. "He's on first line with you in lacrosse." My brother and I were back on speaking terms, but he had become incredibly protective when I had walked into the cafeteria on Monday. Turns out he had been listening to Tony asking me out. Naturally, a smack to the back of his head was received by yours truly before I scolded him about not using his abilities to eavesdrop on my conversations. Of course, I had done the same when Tony was talking to his friends, but that's not the point.
"Is he an asshole like Jackson?"
"No. Why do you ask?"
"Because he hangs out with him."
I raised my eyebrow. "You think that if I knew he was an asshole, I would still say yes to a date with him?"
"He almost knocked you into the pool at Lydia's party!"
"That was his friend. Tony was the one who stopped me from falling in. Why are you so worried about this anyway?"
He stood up from my bed and pocketed the keys. "Because I don't want my sister to be humiliated if her date stands her up or if the lacrosse team shows up unexpectedly and start being assholes."
"I appreciate your concern Scottie, but I think I'm old enough to know when a guy genuinely wants to go on a date and when he just wants to be a jerk about it," the front doorbell rang before Scott could retort. I did the last finishing touches, grabbed my purse and coat, and headed downstairs. Scott trailed behind me and stood on the stairs as I opened the door.
Tony stood there on the front porch looking absolutely drool worthy. His hair was spiked and mussed slightly which made him incredibly cute. He was wearing a black V-neck shirt, a pair of jeans, and gray sneakers. A black leather jacket was unzipped and worn over his shirt.
"Wow, you look great," he complimented as he gave me a quick once over. I was wearing a pair of dark skinny jeans, short black boots, and a pretty red blouse. I had straightened my hair and thrown on some mascara and eyeliner, which was something that I didn't do very often.
Tony's eyes looked over my shoulder and noticed Scott standing at the bottom of the stairs. "Hi, Scott! You ready for the big game tomorrow night?"
"Yeah, I guess," my brother answered. I noticed a flash of gold in his eyes and I gave him a warning look. He immediately straightened up and lost the glare on his face.
"Well, should we go my Lady?" Tony asked while offering an arm and a goofy smile. I took his arm and threw a smile at a confused looking Scott as the two of us headed down the walkway.
The blonde opened the passenger car door for me with a little bow. I gave a little laugh before settling down in the passenger's seat. As the door closed, I saw a figure out of the corner of my eye. He was standing a little down the sidewalk about ten feet from Tony's car. I felt my entire body freeze. I didn't have to turn around to see the purple eyes that flashed at me.
Tony's hand on my shoulder made me jump and almost yelp. "Hey, you okay?"
"Yeah, fine!" I replied. I didn't look behind me until the car reached the end of my street. The man had disappeared.
The rest of the night was filled with me kicking Tony's ass at bowling (even though he kept saying that he let me win to be a gentleman), and a run to the new pizzeria downtown. We sat in a booth as the waiter served us a deep dish pan pizza, half cheese, half pepper.
"So, what's your story Mr. Multiaccents?" I asked as I started to devour my third piece of pizza.
"Mutiaccents?" Tony looks up from his slice and raises his eyebrow. "Jeez, McCaull, that's lame."
I rolled my eyes and tossed a pepper at him, which he ate happily. "I'm serious."
"Well, currently I'm living with my old man, my mom, and my younger sister," he began. "We traveled around a lot when I was small before coming to Beacon Hills when I was four and my sister was two. My dad was on the hockey and football team in High School, so he was the one who got me into sports at an early age."
"Every father's dream, huh?"
Tony shrugged before continuing. "Anyway, when I got to High School, the sport that I seemed to like the most was lacrosse. Even though freshman weren't allowed on the team their first year, I practiced every day while playing other sports. And when my sophomore year came around, I got chosen for first line with Jackson. I was able to stay on that position even though I'm a senior right now."
"Impressive."
"Now, what's your story McCaull?" I threw another pepper at him which landed right in his hair.
"First of all, that's Scott's nickname, not mine."
"So... can I call you Nat?"
"Not if you favor your balls."
"Point taken. Sorry if this sounds rude, but word through the grapevine at school is that you're adopted."
"It's not rude at all. Yeah, my mom and dad adopted me when I was a baby. Kind of when they had been trying hard to have a baby of their own, but it kind of wasn't happening. Then, two years after I came home, Scott was born."
"Are you and your brother close?"
"We were inseparable when we were little. I would play with him and Stiles Stilinski in the sand box, on the playground, and what have you. We still are pretty close, but maybe a little less than before."
"Do you know what happened to your birth parents?"
"No. But, since I'm now eighteen I get to find out. I have to go to the adoption agency next week for a meeting. I'll be able to find out then," I explained. It was at that moment that my cell phone began to ring in my purse. Checking the screen I held in a groan when I saw that it was Scott. I excused myself from the booth and went outside the restaurant before answering the call. "You better have a pretty damn good reason for calling me while I'm on my date, Scott."
"NATALIE! STILES AND I FOUND THE OTHER HALF OF THE BODY!"
"... You what?"
"Stiles and I found the other-"
"I understood that part! What body?"
"Remember the night that I got bit? That was the night that Stiles and I went looking for the dead body in the woods that the police got a call about."
"Why the hell would you go looking for it again?" I demanded. Jesus, why was Scott so boneheaded sometimes?
"Listen, I went to Derek Hale's house. He's been warning me these past few days not to play in the lacrosse game this weekend because I might shift in front of everyone."
"Very logical reason," I replied. Even though Scott blamed Derek for the bite, the older werewolf did know a hell lot more about controlling the shift than my brother did.
"The point is, when I was there, I smelled blood on his property. Human blood."
I felt my heart drop into the pit of my stomach. "Scott, if you're saying what I think you're saying-"
"Stiles and I snuck back to his house tonight after he left," Scott interrupted me. "We found this pile of dirt and started digging. Stiles had hit something and we found a bag. Inside there was a wolf!"
"But, I thought that you said you smelled human blood."
"I was confused too. Then Stiles saw some weird plant thing that he said was wolfsbane. It was attached to this rope thing that went in a big spiral around the grave. I looked back at the wolf, and it turned into the body we had found the night I got bit!"
Bile started to rise in my throat. "So... that means..."
"She was a werewolf," Scott finished my sentence, "and Derek is the one who murdered her."
Post notes-
*Don't know if California actually does this or not, but some states don't even give adoptive parents the information.
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