Lena
It's finally summer, meaning I am finished with school and dance for the time being. Derek and I have been what you could say is dating. Truthfully, it's just me spending all my time in the woods with him, mostly just making out on his front porch. It's humid outside now, so by the time I leave, I'm dripping in sweat. The other week he showed me this great swimming pond/lake thing, I told him we are definitely swimming in there all summer.
Tonight is the annual Beacon Hills Festival that always happens the second weekend in June. Derek and I are going with Allison, Lydia, Scott, Stiles, and Isaac. He's not entirely pleased with most of the people there, but it's our first actual date, so I am hoping he's pretty excited.
At the moment I'm getting ready, trying on 5,000 different outfits, the difficult decision to either straighten or curl my hair, putting on the right amount of makeup, and what jewelry to wear. I finally figured out my outfit: my cream lace shirt, my high-rise pink shorts, and my white gladiator sandals, when my sister knocks on my door. I crack it open so I can stick my head out to see her. She had a white and plaid shirt, jean shorts, and her cowboy boots.
"Are you performing tonight?" I ask her.
She looks down at her outfit, "Yeah. I'm not excited. That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about, I have to be down there at 5 to start setting up and stuff, do you want to come down with me or…?"
"Don't worry, Derek is taking me around 7. We're meeting up with some other people."
A look of concern flashes across her face and she pushes my door open wider, walks past me, sits on my bed, and pats the mattress, signaling me to sit next to her. I walk over and plop down, causing Bella Luca to bounce up a little bit.
"You've been spending a lot of time with Derek Hale…"
"You don't have to call him 'Derek Hale,' you know that right?"
"Yes, but you have been spending a lot of time with him and he's so much older than you. Now, I know that if I tell you not to date him, you will just disregard that I even said anything about it." I look down at my feet. "So, if you want to date him, go ahead, just be careful, okay?" She rises from my bed, kissing the top of my head, and leaves, closing the door behind her.
I just sit there on my bed for a little while, thinking about what she said, but then I remember the first time I met Derek, just standing on the curb, looking concerned when he didn't see Scott. I smile and continue to get ready.
Since Bella Luca cut into about 10 minutes of my getting ready time, I had to straighten my hair. For a normal girl, this might only take about 20-30 minutes, but me being "blessed" with my thick, wavy Italian hair, it takes me nearly an hour and a half to get it perfectly straightened. Once that torture is over, I walk over to my vanity and start putting on my makeup, I decided just to go with a natural look, just mascara and a little blush on my cheeks.
As I'm brushing the blush onto my other cheek, I hear a car pull into my driveway. I check my phone: 6:23. It can't be Derek, it's too early. Then, there was a knock at my front door. I tense up, starting to relive that afternoon again. The afternoon my dad died. I grab my tube of pepper spray and walk slowly down the stairs. I open my wood door, close my eyes, and start to spray when I hear, "GOOD GOD LENA CUT IT OUT!" I open my eyes to see Stiles standing in the doorway, rubbing his eyes.
"Stiles!? What are you doing here!?" I am almost crying, "You scared me nearly half to death!"
"I scared you? You're the one who sprayed me with pepper spray!" His eyes are watering now and when he tried to open them, I see the part that's normally white is bright red.
"Ooh, Stiles, just keep your eyes closed, here," I say grabbing hold of his waist, "let's wash your eyes out."
I lead him to the kitchen and over to the sink. I turn on the water and he starts to rinse them out as I take a seat at the table, watching him. He finally finishes, takes the towel off of the counter that I placed there for him, and turns around facing me while wiping off his face. I stand up, waiting for him to hand the towel back to me so I can put it back in the drawer. He takes the towel off of his face and freezes.
"Stiles, what's wrong?" I ask him, a little worried that he might be allergic to the pepper spray.
"Nothing. It's just... it's just… you look beautiful."
I look down at my feet and blush, "Thank you. Oh, I can take that towel from you," I say holding out my hand.
He hands the towel to me and I take it, placing it back in the drawer and he takes a seat across from where I was sitting earlier, and where I was sitting the night Derek came into my house.
"So Stiles," I say sitting myself in the same spot as before, "what are you doing here?"
"Oh, right, I was seeing if you needed a ride to the festival tonight."
"You came all the way to my house, scaring me half to death, to ask me if a needed a ride to the festival?"
"Uhh… Yeah…?"
"You could've just texted me, you didn't have to come to my house," I laugh.
"Well, do you?"
Just as I was about to answer, the doorbell rings. I glance at the clock: 7. I rise from the table and run to the front door, Stiles close behind. I open up the door, smiling, and find Derek doing the same, until he spots Stiles. "What is he doing here?" Derek asks glaring at Stiles.
"Derek, he's my friend, you know that. And he was just coming here to see if I needed a ride tonight."
"Couldn't you have texted her that?" Derek says coming into the foyer.
"That's what she already asked me," Stiles answers.
They stand there, staring at each other until I say, "Alright, well let's go!"
We all leave my house and start heading towards the festival.
