Nicole slipped into her house smelling the air and noticing that Derek's scent wasn't down stairs. She flipped on the lights in the kitchen and got something to eat. She had spent the entire weekend at Stiles's house. Although she was only supposed to stay over Friday, but she snuck in through the window and Sheriff Stilinski only complained a little when he found Stiles sleeping on the couch again. Nicole had the suspicion that her cooking was the cause of that.
After she ate she went up stairs only smelling Scott and Stiles's scent. When she opened her bed room door she expected to smell just a lingering scent, but it was strong, like he had marked it, but hadn't just been there. She knew he wouldn't have marked it because that was just sick. So she walked over and flipped on the lights to see why it smelled too strongly of Derek Hale.
That's when she saw that something that shouldn't have been there was on the bed post up by her pillows. It was a black leather jacket and it had a post-it note stuck to it. She walked over and grabbed the note.
Hope you like leather.
She crumpled the note and threw it in the trash can next to her computer desk. Nicole looked at the leather jacket angrily and then smirked darkly. His scent seemed to amplify as she pulled the jacket off of her bed post and for a moment she was a little thrown by it. Derek's scent didn't smell too bad and honestly Nicole found it a little comforting, but nevertheless she walked over to the window and balled up the jacket and threw it out.
After closing and locking the window she took a shower and went to bed. The next morning when she got into her car to drive to school there sat his jacket in the back of her car. She drove to school quickly and then threw the jacket in the trash before she went to her locker. She sat through all of her classes quietly thinking about why he would do that until the class right before lunch.
"Scott, I found out why he broke in, he put his leather jacket in my room." Nicole said as they sat in Professor Harris's class.
"Why would he do that?" Scott asked her.
"I don't know, but I'm going to find out at lunch –!"
"Ms. White!" Nicole jumped and fell out of her chair causing the class to erupt in laughter. She quickly got back in her chair and smiled nervously at her teacher. "Would you like detention for talking in class?"
"No sir." She said sitting up straighter.
"Then stop acting like Mr. Stilinski and pay attention."
"Yes sir." She said smiling apologetically at Stiles who gave her a smile back.
After class Nicole walked to her locker and Stiles followed after her as he talked to her. She was blocked out what he was saying as she thought about why Derek would keep trying to give his jacket to her. It just didn't make since to her at all, and then she smelled it. She stared at her locker for a moment and then opened it and low and behold there was that damned jacket. Something in Nicole just snapped.
"I swear I'll rip out your slut ass throat if I see this jacket one more time!" Nicole slammed Erica into the wall when she walked into the girls' rest room. All the other girls cleared out of there quickly.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Erica said and Nicole threw the jacket at her.
"One of you has been putting that thing in my car and locker and I damn well know you're the only person that knows my combination!" Nicole shouted at her.
"Derek told us to leave you alone." Erica told her as she picked up the jacket.
"Well, tell him to leave me the hell alone!" She screamed at her, "I'm not part of his pack; I'm in Scott's pack!"
"Fine I'll relay your message back to him, just stop screaming." She snapped at her and Nicole stormed out of the rest room and right into Stiles. He had waited for her and he could tell by her glowing silver eyes that she was upset, but the yells were also a good indicator of that as well.
"What's wrong?" he asked her and she looked at him and shook her head, "Come on you can tell me."
"Derek left his leather jacket in my room and I threw it out the window, and then I get in my car this morning and there it is." She said staring blankly a head as she got control of her inner wolf, "I threw it in the thrash when I got to school and it showed up –"
"In your locker," Stiles finished for her and she nodded, "If it would help I could give you my jacket?"
"Maybe," She said with a smile as he defused her anger, "I do like your scent better than Derek's."
"You sniffed me?" he said and she laughed.
"I slept in your bed if I remember correctly, so I pretty much know your scent." She said and he smiled.
"Good, now let's go get my jacket." He said putting his arm around her shoulders happy that she didn't mind this time.
"She didn't recognize the scent at all." Derek said and Erica shook her head.
"No, but she slammed me into a wall." She said with a shrug, "For a tiny little thing she sure is strong."
"So she was mad?" he said and she nodded at Isaac and Boyd walked up to the car.
"She threatened to rip out my throat." Erica said and he shrugged like it was nothing new, "I listened to her heart beat, she meant what she said."
Derek smirked a little bit at hearing that.
"Hey." Allison smiled cheerfully as Nicole jumped out of Stiles's jeep.
"What's up?" she said to her as Scott jumped out from the back. She had called shotgun before him and sat by Stiles as they drove to the drive-in movie theater.
"Not much, I'm just going to steal Scott for a while." She said smiling happily at him.
"Hey did Lydia say she was coming?" Stiles said as he came around the front of his jeep.
"Yeah, about that…" Allison smiled sadly at him, "… Jackson is bringing her… as his date."
"Oh, well, okay." He said with a little hurt showing in his voice.
"I'm really sorry, I tried to get her to come alone, but… they're back together again." She said and he shrugged.
"I figured as much." He said as Jackson and Lydia pulled up between Stiles's jeep and Allison's car.
"Hey." Jackson said rolling down his window since they were all right next to his car.
"Allison, I love that shirt on you!" Lydia said as she leaned over Jackson.
"Thanks." She said with a smile. Stiles slowly retreated to his jeep and Nicole followed his lead.
"You okay?" she asked him and he shrugged.
"I'm as 'bout as okay as I ever am." He said and she smiled gently at him.
"Ya know we could always ditch them and go do something else?" she suggested to him with a shrug.
"Like what?" he said grumpily.
"Well Mr. Sourpuss, my mother once told me that chocolate cures a broken heart." She said smiling and he just stared at her, "Do you want to go out for milk shake?"
"You didn't want to come here to begin with did you?" he said and she shook her head.
"Nope, I just wanted to take a nap in your jeep while you watched the movie with 'she who won't be named'." She said the end part in a silly deep voice that made him crack a smile.
"Alright, I'll text Scott that he's going to need a ride home with Allison then." Stiles said and she fist pumped in triumph.
"… So now are you going to tell me about your family history?" he said and she nodded.
"Well, I don't remember a lot of things from my childhood." She said staring into her chocolate milkshake, "I saw… my mom, my aunt, and cousin get shot and killed in front of me when I was ten years old, but I don't remember much else." She was quiet for a moment, "That actually happened a few miles out from Beacon hills, of course I knew what we were so I never told anyone about that."
"You've never told anyone that you saw your family…" Stiles trailed off in shock.
"I don't even know what my last name or my date of birth is so I doubt they would've believed me anyway." She said looking up at him, "But I do remember they were trying to get away from something."
"Like what?" he asked and she shrugged.
"Probably the hunters that killed them," She said to him, "I remember that whatever we were running from had me so scared I hid under the bed in the hotel room. I remember there was a weird smell and then they came into the room. They shot them in the heads while they slept and then took their bodies and anything that had blood on it."
"You don't have to tell me anymore if you don't want to." Stiles said to her and she shook her head.
"I need to get this out." She said to him, "After that happened I stayed in that room for a really long time and then I left. I walked the streets for a while before the cops found me sleeping in an alley and took me into the station. They asked me things like who I was, but I only remembered my first name was Nicole and I was ten years old."
"Do you remember anything else?" he asked and she closed her eyes for a moment.
"Something hit my head and that's why I don't remember." She said opening her eyes, "I was put up for foster care after that and my parents are the ones that took me in and then adopted me shortly thereafter. My mom couldn't have children or something, but anyway that's me."
"Wow… uh thanks for letting me be the first you've ever talk about that with." He said to her and she smiled.
"Thanks for being the first to listen." She said to him.
"Well I'm always up for chat." Stiles said with a smile. He noticed for the first time that she was still wearing his jacket even though it was extremely huge on her. It came down to her knees and she had to push up the sleeves to use her hands. He couldn't help but think it was cute on her.
"So you've really liked Lydia that long?" she said to him and he laughed.
"Yeah, but…" he shrugged.
"Are you falling out of love?" she asked him and he sighed.
"Something like, that." He said and then smiled, "So you know what my dad does, what about your parents?"
"Well… my mom is a designer and spends most of her time in Hollywood or wherever, and my dad is a lieutenant general in the military." She said with a shrug, "The only time my mom is home is if he's home and he's almost never home."
"You're not close to them?" he asked and she shrugged.
"I… I'm kind of daddy's little girl." She said smiling a little, "He's like my best friend, which is probably why I'm better friends with you and Scott than I am Allison and Lydia."
"I get it; you are kind of a tomboy." He said and she frowned.
"I am not a tomboy." She said folding her arms across her chest.
"I didn't mean to offend you." He said and she cracked a smile, "Hey were you faking?"
"Duh," she said to him, "I know I'm one of the guys."
"Yeah you're like one of the guys that are short and have the body of a girl." He said and she stopped smiling.
"I'm not short everyone else is just freakishly tall." She said and he laughed.
"Maybe you'll have a growth spurt one of these days." He pondered mostly to himself.
"Maybe I can kick you under the table." She said and he laughed.
"Hey there's no need to get violent." He said rather than cracking another short joke, "I didn't know you were so touchy about your height."
"You would be touchy too if they always paired you up with the twelve year olds in ballet too." She said and he laughed.
"I bet you show them up though don't you?" he said and she smirked and nodded.
The two teenagers sat in the booth laughing not noticing that they were being watched carefully. Chris knew that his daughter was actually on a date with Scott McCall, but he knew they wouldn't do anything drastic when they could be seen. He and his father were more concerned with whether or not there was another werewolf in their group of friends. Nicole White seemed to be normal to them, but they knew some werewolves were good at hiding.
"Do you think she is one?" he asked and Gerard shook his head.
"No, but I think she knows about them." He answered him, "Now let's go find out what Allison is doing with her 'not' boyfriend."
"Oh shit." Stiles cursed as he looked a text message, "Uh, we've got to go pick up Scott, Allison's dad showed up and made her go home."
"The werewolf hunter guy?" she said a little nervously.
"Yeah, he shouldn't still be there so don't worry." He could tell she was a little scared of hunters.
"Alright, I'll get in the back this time." She said as they left the booth and went to his jeep. It was a quick and quiet ride to the drive-in theater, but they found Scott standing outside the drive-in by the sign telling what movie was playing. He got into the jeep unhappily and Stiles got ready to go, but someone pulled up behind him blocking his path.
"Not this again." Scott said throwing his head back as Chris Argent walked up to the window.
"Scott." He said and then grabbed the boy through the window. Nicole grabbed Stiles's arm that was closest to his door in fear, "How many times do I have to tell you to stay away from Allison before you understand what I am telling you?"
"It won't happen again sir." He lied pathetically.
"Oh it better not, because if it does I promise you it will be the last time." Chris threatened him and Scott nodded. He pushed the boy back in his seat and stormed back to his SUV and drove away.
"Hey are you going to be okay?" Scott turned around and looked at Nicole. He could hear her heart pounding spastically in her chest.
"Nicole you're hurting my arm." Stiles said prying her hand off of his arm, "Nicole?"
"I think she's having a panic attack." Scott said calmly and Stiles cursed.
"I just told her that they wouldn't be here." He said turning around in his seat and looked at her, "Nicole you need to breathe, look at me." She looked at him, "Breathe, okay." She took a sharp breath and shook a little, "Do you know what's making you panic?"
"He…" she burst into tears, "… he-he smelled like gun powder."
"He always smells like that." Scott said with a shrug.
"Shut up." Stiles said to Scott and he blinked in surprise as his friend turned back to Nicole, "He's gone now, so you're going to be alright."
"I know." She said nodding as Stiles turned around in his seat and opened the glove compartment in his jeep. He pulled out a hand full of napkins and handed them to her. "Thank you."
"Anytime," He said smiling half heartedly. When she had finally calmed down Stiles started his jeep and drove her home. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine, honest." She said and Scott could hear her pulse jump as she lied, but he didn't say anything.
"Okay, if you need anything or you need to talk, call me." He said worriedly.
"Okay, thanks for… helping me through my freak out." She said smiling a little. That smile told Stiles she was okay enough for him to let her go.
"Alright, see you at school." He said before giving her a quick hug.
"Hey, wait." She said before he got back in his jeep, "Do you want your jacket back?"
"Uh, I'll get it tomorrow at school." He said waving her off and got into his jeep. Stiles watched as she walked up the steps and into her house before taking off.
"You like her." Scott accused him.
"No, I like Lydia remember?" Stiles said to him sarcastically.
"Then why isn't Lydia wearing your jacket?" Scott said and Stiles glared at him for a moment before looking back at the road.
"Because Lydia is probably wearing Jackson's jacket." He said to him, "And I told her to wear it because Derek kept trying to give his to her."
"She saw Derek?" Scott asked and Stiles shook his head.
"No, but Erica didn't put the jacket in her house, car, or locker, so who else would it be?" he said glancing at him and then back at the road.
"Good point." Scott said as they pulled up to his house.
"Well, see you at school then." Stiles said to him.
"I don't get a hug?" he teased and Stiles laughed.
"Get out."
"Hey, you're home kind of late." Stiles's dad said as he walked through the door.
"Uh, yeah, sorry," Stiles said with a stressed sigh.
"Is everything alright?" he asked him and Stiles shrugged.
"Nicole had a panic attack today, but I talked her through it." He said leaning against the door frame that led into the kitchen.
"So, she's alright?" he asked with worry and Stiles nodded.
"Yeah, I sat there and talked to her until she was back to her usual self." He told him with a smile, "She was kind of stressed out at school, and I tried to get her to talk about her life before she was adopted by the Whites which stressed her out more, and then this jerk started yelling at us and that's when she had the attack."
"Are you alright after all that?" he asked and Stiles nodded.
"Oh yeah, I'm fine, she just scared the hell outta me."
"I imagine." He said with a light chuckle.
"Well, I'm going to bed, night dad." Stiles headed up stairs and flopped on his bed and sighed. He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts before dialing Nicole.
"Hello?" Nicole answered her phone as she stared at her reflection in the mirror.
"Hey, it's me." Stiles said happily, "what cha up to?"
"Nothing," She said looking down at her bleeding wrist and the blood covered sink, "Nothing at all."
Cut The Dotted Line: Okay, I know someone is going to hate that Nicole is a cutter, but just deal with it. I had someone leave me a rude comment on my other fanfic account and it kinda has me upset. Anyway, tell me what you think, but please don't be rude. I also went back and changed that Nicole's family was killed when she was ten, not six, so don't freak out when you see that... And don't forget to Cut The Dotted Line~!