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*bluerose921-Thank you :)
*Tesla424-Hehe, no, i'm Islander, living in Hamilton in the small little country of New Zealand :) Thanks! Glad you like it!
*Serena Sterling-I'm following with season 1, I may do season 2 as well. But, of course, I will have my own twists too :)
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As promised, at 8pm Scott's pulling up outside the preserve, just as Jessie's walking over.
"Get in." Scott says, giving her a small smile. She returns in and gets into the backseat, seeing as, who she guesses is, Scott's girlfriend has the front seat. "Jessie, this is Allison. Allison, this is Jessie, she's new to school as well." Scott introduces the two ladies.
"Hi Jessie." Allison smiles.
"Hi." She replies, finding the girl warm and genuine so she returns the smile.
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The four teenagers arrive at the party just after most of the other guests have arrived. Jessie's introduced to the host, Lydia Martin. She finds that the redhead is..not exactly her choice of a friend as the girl flips her hair around, persues her lips and eyes Jessie up and down as she sizes her up. Scott and Allison move to the dancefloor after that and Lydia leaves to make out with the lacrosse captain, her boyfriend. Jessie was told his name but when she looks at him, all she can think is 'Jackass Whit-something'. He gave Scott a dirty look for absolutely no reason so he's not winning any awards for being Jessie's favourite person.
"Wanna get a drink?" Stiles asks Jessie, them two being the last still standing around. Jessie glances at Scott, watching him like Derek told her too, but he seems to be holding up fine so she nods. They walk over to the drinks table together. "What will you have?" He asks her, his hand hovering near the punchbowl as he expects her to drink punch.
"A beer?" She says sheepishly. He chuckles and nods, a little suprised but finding that fact interesting. He reaches into the cooler for two beers. He pops the tops off and hands one to her. She takes it, thanking him with a smile.
"To 3rd-wheeling." He says, holding his bottle out.
"To 3rd-wheeling." Jessie repeats, clinking the neck of their bottles together before they both drink from them.
"I like your outfit." Stiles says, suprising her. "Flannel's sort of my thing." He explains, motioning to his blue flannel shirt he's wearing and then to the red one she's wearing.
"You have good taste." She praises.
"So do you." He replies. They start to drink in silence, half people watching and half relaxed. As Stiles and Jessie stand by the food and beverage table, Stiles can't help but notice how her blue eyes twinkle along with the bright white fairy lights Lydia's hung up around the pool and exterior of the house. Jessie catches him staring and Stiles looks away sheepishly, having no intention of being caught staring at her but getting caught anyway. Stiles chances a glance back at her, to make sure he hasn't made her feel uncomfortable or anything, but the older girl just gives him a small smile. No matter how small the smile, Stiles gets to see her dimples come out. They have his stomach doing flips. But his stomach drops again, hard, when his eyes catch someone else's gaze. Narrowed sea green eyes watch him with a glare to match. Stiles tries to pretend he didn't see the older wolf but it's hard when he's practically searing a hole into his face with those intense emerald eyes.
"You okay?" Jessie asks him as she places a hand on his arm lightly. She frowns, swearing the moled-male before her just paled some. Stiles jumps a little at the physical contact, strictly because he knows, he can still feel, Derek's eyes on him. "Stiles?" She asks, sounding more concerned now that she hasn't received an answer. Stiles scans the crowd again, finding Derek's gone. He turns back to Jessie who's frowning with worry.
"Yeah..yeah, i'm fine." He assures her, touching his hand to the hand she has on his arm before they both let their hands fall to their own sides. "Sorry..I was distracted." He says.
"Is something wrong?" Jessie asks him.
"No." He shakes his head. "I was wondering about your wrists though, about those tattoos." He says, needing to change the subject but also because a big part of him has been curious about them since he's never got a good look before.
"Oh." She says. There's a beat of silence before she rolls the sleeves up on her red plaid shirt. "This one's just my last name..after the..the fire-" She speaks with hesitance but Stiles understands. "-it was sort of a memory thing, you know?" She says and Stiles nods, his eyes traveling over the word 'Hale' tattooed in a thick but delicate black scribble across her right wrist.
"And this one?" Stiles asks, looking down at the very bold black triple-headed pattern of some kind. "What's this one for?" Jessie swallows, her fingers tracing over the three lines.
"It's called a triskele..it was my family's symbol." She says and Stiles doesn't push her for any other explaination about the symbol.
"Well..it's beautiful." He says sincerely, hoping to help ease some of the tension now surrounding them from hitting a tender spot for the older girl.
"Thanks." She says, giving him a small upturn of her lips.
"I have to say, you're ball-sy." Stiles says, his voice lighter and not as serious now.
"I'm what?" She chuckles, unsure what any of that means.
"You know, like 'lady balls'?" He says and she nods, now understanding. "You're pretty tough, you've got both your wrists tattooed and..wait, anywhere else?" He stops to ask. She chuckles and nods.
"I've got the 5 lunar phases down my spine." She says and Stiles is actually sort of shocked. He's heard how painful that can be.
"Well, you've got your wrists and spine tattooed, and it's not like you're going out of your way to cover them up at school. Like I said, you're ball-sy." He says.
"It's like, why should I have to hide them, you know? They're a part of who I am, and who my family are..were." She corrects herself at the last second.
"See? More people should be like you, well, us." Stiles says, not commenting on her slip of the tongue with the wellbeing of her family.
"And how's that?" She asks him, becoming intrigued in their conversation and the way Stiles' head works.
"Not care what others think." Stiles says.
"I actually agree with you there." Jessie says. She walks a few steps away and jumps up to sit on the concrete pillar. Stiles finds a smile comes to his lips at her random-ness, she reminds him of himself sometimes. "If more people were like that then Lydia would stop pretending to be dumb,-" She says, pointing to the strawberry blonde talking to a group of girls by the stereo. "-Jackson wouldn't be such a douche-nozzle and maybe not be such a bad sport,-" She says, now pointing over to where Jackson is cutting into Lydia's friends to drag her away. "-And Scott, he'd probably make even more goggly eyes at Allison than he already does." She finishes, both of them now looking over at the new couple that are dancing close together on the dance-floor. Stiles now looks at her with surprise at her knowledge but also a little admiration that he knows he shouldn't have right now but screw it, he does, just a little.
"How the hell did you know all that stuff?" He asks her.
"I don't know, I guess I can read people." She shrugs, swinging her legs.
"Why don't you read me then?" He suggests. She smiles and nods, accepting the challenge. Jessie leans forward a little bit, locking eyes with Stiles. Dazzling blue clashing with auburn brown in an unbroken stare.
"You're very loyal, especially to Scott." She starts. Upon hearing his name, Scott looks over in their direction while maintaining his attention with Allison as not to seem rude or disinterested. "You're a major genius, but with huge focus issues. And that's not me 'reading' you, that's coming from one distracted brainiac to another." She says with a grin and Stiles laughs. Scott sees them smile at each, laugh with each other. Don't get him wrong, he's happy to see Stiles laugh and to see their new friend feeling comfortable as well..but, his first thought? 'I'm sorry Stiles, but Derek's gonna kill you if you even try'. "And you really love your family too. And let me guess..you're a big dog fan?" Jessie guesses.
"Okay, what the hell?" Stiles asks with a smile and Jessie knows she got all that correct. "How did you know that stuff?"
"Maybe i'm psychic." She says. Is she hadn't have cracked and laughed straight after, Stiles might have believed her. Hey, apparently Scott's a werewolf, Stiles has seen weirder things that a psychic. "No, my mother was very..intuitive. Maybe some of it's just rubbed off on me." She says a little more seriously.
"Well now that you know all that stuff about me, when do I get to learn all that stuff about you?" He asks her. She tries to hide her smile.
"When you learn to read the book." She says.
"You realise i'm taking this on as my mission now, right?" Stiles tells her and she nods.
"Yeah, I know." Jessie says.
"So if I were to guess something correctly, you'd tell me?" He asks her.
"It depends how specific it is." She wagers.
"Okay, so details? I can do that." He nods. "Give me a little time and i'll have you all figured out."
"I highly doubt that." She smirks.
"I highly disdoubt that." He shoots back, making her laugh and spit up some of her beer. "Sorry." He chuckles, amused. She laughs too. "Here." He says, grabbing some napkins off the table and starting to dab her chest where she split the beer. Jessie's eyes travel over Stiles' shoulder and she sees Scott watching them with raised eyebrows. She then realises how this must look. Stiles must see Scott too because he steps back a little, holding the napkins out to her. "Maybe you should.." She nods and takes them, finishing wiping off her bust. She tosses them away afterwards. "You good now?" Stiles asks her.
"Yeah." She nods. She notices Stiles starting to glance over at Scott. She looks over but his attention's back to Allison now. Stiles turns back to her.
"It's nothing." He assures her. "He just uh..hasn't been feeling too well." He tells her. Jessie can tell it's a lie but doesn't bother ruining the night but calling him out on it and making a scene. She's got eyes on him anyway, she told Derek she'd watch him.
"Scott?!" Allison calls after Scott, who's now holding his head and walking his way through everyone and to his car. Stiles goes after him and Jessie tails him. The two and Allison watch Scott dive into his mother's car and drive away. "What?" Allison sighs.
"Allison." All three of them turn towards the voice Jessie knows best. Jessie raises a questioning at her brother, wondering why and for how long he's been here.
"Who are you?" Allison asks him, stepping back a little.
"It's okay, he's my brother." Jessie assures them.
"Come on, i'll drive you all home." Derek says. Jessie follows her brother to the car without hesitation. Stiles follows after her and finally, Allison follows Stiles, keeping close to him as she's still a little uneasy about the older, larger man they're all about to get into the car with.
Jessie gets into the front seat while the other two file into the back. She throws her feet up on the dash as she begins untying her boot laces.
"Feet off the dash." Derek says without looking away from the road as he drives. Jessie ignores him, still trying to get her boots off. "Jessie." He says and it sounds more like a warning this time. Stiles and Allison stay quiet, feeling awkward as they can see Derek's getting frustrated while Jessie's only focused on getting her feet free from their leather confines. Once she's finally got them off, she drops them to the floor and lets her feet down to the ground as well.
"I'll get out here, I should check on Scott." Stiles says. "I bet he's just feeling..sick." Stiles says, looking at Allison. Derek slows and pulls over. "I'm sure he's fine, i'll get him to text you." He assures Allison who's frowning at him worry. She nods, still unsure about all this. Stiles gets out but goes to Jessie's window that's half-wond down. "I'll see you at school Jessie, i'll have a first guess by then." He smiles. She chuckles and smiles back, well aware of the glaring eyes watching their exchange. Jessie chances a glance at her brother and she was right. 'He needs to get over it', Jessie thinks to herself as she looks at Derek. "Thanks for the ride Derek." Stiles says, getting a little flustered under his intense stare. Jessie pinches Derek's leg so he'll stop looking at Stiles as it's clear he's starting to scare the younger boy. Derek doesn't care, that's exactly what he wanted to do anyway. Stiles walks towards, what Jessie guesses to be, Scott's house and Derek continues down the road. He wants to ask his sister what the hell all that was, and what all that was at the party but he's not an idiot. Allison's in the backseat, he can smell how uncomfortable she feels with, not Jessie but, with him and sitting alone back there now that Stiles is gone. Jessie would lose it if he tried to make a scene in front of her friend. And he's not an asshole, their family crap stays between them.
"Where are you staying?" Derek speaks up, glancing at Allison.
"Down Saunders Ave." She tells him. He turns down that street. "It's the one up here on the left." She says, pointing it out. Derek pulls into the driveway. "Thanks for the ride. I'll see you at school Jessie, it was nice meeting you." Allison says, getting out.
"You too, bye Allison." Jessie says with a small smile. Derek pulls back out onto the road, heading back towards the preserve. "Okay, i'll bite first." She says, putting her feet back up on the dash earning her a glare from her brother which she ignores. "Wanna tell me what you were doing at the party?" She asks him.
"You wanna tell me what you were doing at the party?" He shoots back without missing a beat.
"What? What do you mean? You told me to go." She says.
"I said keep an eye on Scott, not run-off and flirt with Stilinski." Derek says, smacking her leg so she puts them down.
"Flirt?" She questions, outraged. "I was watching Scott from a safe distance. Your version of 'watching' is borderline stalking. It's creepy. And besides, they're my friends now, werewolf or not. Stiles is my friend now so if I decide to talk to him, talk, then that's my choice. It's not my fault you were 'watching' us and got the wrong idea, as usual." Jessie lectures in one breath. Derek huffs under his breath. He's not stupid, he knows what he saw. Weither it was innocent flirting or not, it was flirting. He knows what flirting is. And if Stilinski thinks that's safe grounds then he's about to get a huge suprise. "Damn, she forgot her blazer. Turn around." Jessies says, not sounding defensive anymore.
"No, I need it." Derek says.
"For what?" Jessie asks, confused.
"Something." He replies vaguely.
"Something to do with Scott?" She asks but recieves no answer. "Well..don't kill him and don't get hurt, I guess." She syas.
"Won't happen." Derek says. He pulls up outside of the cottage. "I have to go again but i'll see you tomorrow." He says. Jessie sighs, knowing that means he'll be staying at the old house tonight. He spent that first night with her but otherwise has gone back to the Hale manor. Jessie just wishes he'd stay with her, he's torturing himself by staying in that house and she hates it. "Everything okay?" Derek asks his sister, seeing the look on her face. She looks up at him and shakes her head. "What's wrong?" He asks.
"Why can't you just stay here?" She asks him. He looks at her but doesn't give an answer because he doesn't know what to tell her. He can't let the house go, it's all that's left. But he can't just say that, not when she won't even face going into the house. "Why do you stay in that house? Why are you doing this to yourself Derek?" She asks.
"I'll see you tomorrow." He says, brushing off all three questions. By the tone of his voice, Jessie knows he's dismissing her. She gets out, slamming the door shut and not bothering to respond. She sighs when her brother quickly peels away because she knows she's probably upset or angered him. It's not like she meant too, she just wishes he'd stop blaming himself and stay with her. But you don't know Derek like she does, she can't just say that to him, it'd turn into a fight. Jessie goes inside and drops her boots at the doorstep before going into the bedroom and falling onto the bed with a long sigh.
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It was pretty innocent flirting but still, Derek's not happy about that :P Favourite, follow and review!