Dad was heating up buttermilk syrup when there was a knock at the door. I ran to get it, ignoring my fathers amused look, and opened the door. Blake stood there in black cutoffs and a white t-shirt that read 'Lazy is a very strong word. I like to call it selective participation.' Her hair was glowing from the porch light.
"Hi," she said with an easy smile. I grinned back and let her inside.
"Hi," I mimicked. "We're having breakfast for dinner. I hope that's okay."
"As long as your dad is cooking. I heard a rumor that you can't handle frozen burritos," she teased.
"I have stayed far away from the food," I promised hands up as if to prove I was innocent.
"Blake, how are you?" my dad said as we entered the kitchen/dining area.
"I'm well, thank you Sheriff. You really didn't need to do this," Blake said politely.
"It's our pleasure," my dad assured her. She helped me set the table as my dad flipped pancakes. It was nice to hear Blake laugh and to not be talking about the supernatural for a while.
"How long have you worked at the police station, Sheriff?" Blake asked as we started to eat.
"Since I graduated from Beacon Hills High, when the dinosaurs were alive," my dad joked. Blake rolled her eyes as if to say she didn't believe he was old at all.
"Do you enjoy it?"
"I enjoy helping people," my dad answered. "And there are lots of ways to do that, but it seems that I'm good at this one." Blake nodded. My dad gave me a hesitant glance but then decided to continue. "Have you talked with Deputy Valentine?"
"I did speak with him today," Blake said, her shoulders tensing but nodding appreciatively at the concern on my dad's face. "And he said I'm in good hands with you here." Dad nodded. After that the conversation moved to safer regions and we were all laughing comfortably when dad got called in.
"Nothing serious, just a paperwork thing," he assured us. "I hope to see you soon, Blake!" he called over his shoulder. I frowned slightly as the door closed.
"You worry about him," Blake said and I turned to her. She was leaning her head on her hand and looking at me thoughtfully. "You take care of each other."
"Yeah," I said, surprised at her. "But he's important. He takes care of people. So if someone's bugging you or you're ever in trouble you can call us." I was thinking of her ex. She nodded and gave me a bittersweet smile.
"He told you about Dax?" she asked. I was worried she would be angry but she only sounded…sad.
"No, Danny did." She thought for a second and nodded again.
"He dated one of the other soccer players. I didn't think he recognized me at lunch the other day."
"I didn't mean to invade your privacy—"
"No, Stiles," she said, smiling again. "It's fine. It's not a secret or anything." We sat in silence for a minute before she continued. "He wasn't always a dick. He could be really sweet with me. But those are the most dangerous, the sweet ones. The first time he hit me, he cried and asked me to forgive him, then told me we would be together forever if I didn't make him angry. That's when I knew I had to get out. The delusional ones are dangerous, too." She stood up and started to clear the table, putting dishes in the sink.
"You sound like you have experience," I said softly, kind of hoping I was wrong. She shrugged as she started to wash, handing me clean dishes to dry and put away.
"I grew up in the foster system. You get a few bad homes," she explained.
"I'm sorry." She waved off my words and smiled as if to say that it was done with now. I decided to not press her anymore. "So, now that I'm done interrogating you, do you want to watch a movie or something? The night is still young!"
"Sure," Blake agreed. We ended up not watching a movie, but watching reruns of Fringe.
"I can't believe you like this show," I said, turning to her in awe as the third episode started.
"It has no plot holes and Olivia Dunham is a badass," she defended.
"It's an awesome show, you don't have to convince me," I joked. Just then, my dad walked in the room and groaned at our choice in entertainment.
"Stiles, are you forcing our guest to watch sci-fi TV?"
"No, Dad, Blake loves it probably more than I do. I don't know if we can have her over anymore-she's too big of a nerd!" I teased and Blake gasped and threw a piece of popcorn at my head.
"Your son is going to get his butt kicked if he keeps being so cheeky," Blake said to my dad.
"He deserves it," my dad said with a smile before moving to go upstairs. I sobered, watching him roll his shoulders with a frown. I was distracted by Blake poking me in the ribs with her bare feet. I turned to see her smiling and instantly grinned back, grabbing her foot and yanking her towards me on the couch.
"Cheeky, huh?" I said our faces now inches apart.
"Mm-hmm," she retorted breathily. I smirked at her and then kissed her lightly on the cheek. She smiled and put her hand on my chest, pushing herself back to her side of the couch.
"You tease," she complained, looking back towards the television. I smiled and watched her for a second before turning back to the show.
"Good morning," Blake greeted everyone on Monday. We all greeted her, quickly stopping our conversation about the full moon in two weeks. Blake was wearing a black t-shirt that said 'I don't trip; I do random gravity checks' and red shorts.
"Your shirt suits you," Lydia teased, but her hesitant smile suggested it was all in fun. Blake beamed at her, obviously pleased she wasn't being harassed, and shrugged.
"I thought so," she said.
"Blake, Lydia and I were wondering if you wanted to go shopping with us after school today," Kira asked hopefully.
"That sounds like fun. What are we shopping for?" Blake said easily. I loved that she was becoming more comfortable with our group.
"We're all going out on Friday. Team bonding, if you like. Dinner, mini golf, and then to a club. Are you in?" Scott asked, arm around Kira.
"Sure, that sounds like fun!" Blake agreed. The first bell rang and we all began to wander inside, Blake and I at the back. She was excited about something and seemed to be smiling to herself.
"Are you going to explode?" I asked her.
"Maybe!" she laughed. "I'm just excited because my best friend Tabi is coming for a day visit next week."
"That's really cool," I offered. Blake nodded.
"She's going to pick me up after school, so maybe she can meet you guys for a few minutes before practice. She said she was looking forward to it."
"You told her about me?" I said with a cocky grin. Blake rolled her eyes.
"I told her there was this annoying kid that invited himself over and then used his dad's position as sheriff to force me to have dinner at his house. He also made me sit with all his weird friends at lunch," she teased. "She's probably going to pepper spray you."
"I'd love to meet her," I said seriously. We continued walking but then stopped a second later to avoid running into Isaac's back. The whole group was stock still. They were staring at a black woman in front of us, dressed in a startlingly white skirt and coral suit jacket, high heels making her close to 6 foot. Her curly hair was cut short to her head and her dark eyes were watching us hungrily, lips pulled back in a sneer. As I watched, her eyes flicked red for just a second, before she turned and strode powerfully inside with a predatory smile. I glanced back at Blake who had caught the apprehensive air of the group and was staring after the woman. We all shared a panicked look before I pulled Blake off to class. She was quiet on the way, thinking about something, and glancing at me every once in a while. I dropped her off at class with a quick goodbye.
"Lydia saw her in the office with the principal before she left after second period," Liam told me in a whisper.
"We'll know what she wants soon enough. She wasn't exactly subtle," I whispered back to him, and Isaac nodded, the three of us huddled together in the hallway.
"In the meantime we better keep up appearances," Isaac said before striding off.
We had a conditioning practice after school so I got dressed in sweats and a t-shirt. I was walking out to the field when I caught sight of Lydia and Kira.
"Are you sure we should be out shopping?" Kira was asking as I walked up.
"I need some retail therapy and I'm not going to let that amazon bitch ruin my fun," Lydia said adamantly.
"I think it's a good idea. And Blake is excited," I said.
"She's stalling at her locker," Kira told me and Lydia scoffed.
"Go collect your girlfriend and bring her to my car. We're leaving in five minutes," Lydia ordered, shooing me with her hand. I shot her a look but obeyed.
Blake jumped when I leaned on the lockers next to hers.
"Oh, hey Stiles," she squeaked. "I was just—"
"Stalling," I finished for her. "I thought you were excited."
"I was!" Blake reassured me. "But then I remembered that I hate shopping." I smirked, relieved that that was all this was about.
"If you're going to be friends with Lydia, you're going to have to get used to it," I reminded her, and tried to gently pull her away. She groaned and resisted me like a small child. I smirked at her mischievously and then bent down and threw her over my shoulder.
"Stiles Stilinski, put me down this instant!" she squealed as I closed her locker and started to walk away. She was light, and my hands rested easily on the back of her knees, keeping her in place I tried not to think too much about touching her legs. She squirmed for a second but I only hoisted her up into a better position. She stopped once she realized she wasn't going to get down without hurting me, herself, or both.
"This is unfair," she huffed as we made it outside.
"I never said I played by the rules, sweetheart," I teased as I walked over to Lydia's car. Kira was trying to stifle giggles and Lydia was smirking at us. I let Blake down and opened the door for her. She shot me a glare and climbed in with a huff.
"I'll make it up to you with ice cream and a Fringe marathon after studying on Thursday," I told her and she frowned, but I knew it was less because she was still angry with me and more because she wasn't. I smiled and shut her door but leaned in Lydia's open window.
"It's her first time shopping with you," I reminded Lydia. "Be gentle."
"I'm always gentle when it's somebody's first time," Lydia retorted suggestively and then pushed me out the window.
"Have fun girls!" I called as Kira and Lydia laughed and Blake flipped me off.
This was a filler chapter and kind of short but I'll be updating real soon with some more action and suspense! Tell me what you think—suggestions are appreciated!