Okay, so the majority of people wanted me to continue with my own ideas, which I'm totally okay with! When 3B premieres, I will probably pick up their ideas along with my own, kind of like how this story has been going, but until then, it will be strictly my ideas!
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To Auroramanning567, I'm so sorry you didn't like the ending of the last chapter, but it's far from the final ending! I still plan to continue this story for a while yet! I really wanted to follow the major plot lines of 3A, and one of those just happened to be Aiden and Lydia getting together at the end! So again, I apologize, but hope you keep reading! There's still a lot more excitement for Aiden/Brielle lovers to come! (As well as for Stiles/Brielle lovers!)
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"Brielle, I still don't know about this…" Ethan complained as we walked through the cafeteria getting food before sitting down.
"Dude, Danny is your boyfriend, you're allowed to sit with him. They aren't your enemies anymore, remember?" I said, turning to him to send a reassuring smile. I had convinced the twins to join me at Stiles' table for lunch, but to my surprise, Ethan was a bit hesitant. I guess he still felt weird given all the past drama, but in my mind, the past is the past and we're in the present, so everyone needs to get used to each others company. "Besides, Aiden is already sitting with Lydia, so I'm sure they're expecting you too," I added. He just shrugged his shoulders, but at least he was being compliant.
"Hey, Brielle, over here!" I heard Stiles yell and looked over to see him frantically waving his arms. I smiled and shook my head. He had a way of making being a spaz look adorable. I quickly paid for my food and walked over to the table.
I greeted everyone at the table and took the second to last open seat between Lydia and Allison and across from Stiles, leaving the last seat next to Danny open for Ethan. Much to my relief, everyone's conversations kept flowing and almost immediately it felt like there was never any tension between us at all. "So what was it like being on the dark side?" Stiles casually asked me with a sarcastic grin on his face. Ah, of course, leave it to Stiles to bring back the tension. Everyone at the table stopped their conversations and turned to glare at Stiles—although he kept stuffing his French fries in his mouth like nothing happened.
"Did you really just ask her that, Stiles?" Lydia incredulously questioned with her usual sassy tone—although I was absolutely with her on this one. Stiles looked up with a fry still drooping out of his mouth with a puzzled look plastered on his face.
"What did I say?" he confusedly muddled out. Scott patted his friend on the shoulder and gave him a sympathetic look. "It's okay, buddy," he reassured, earning an even more baffled look from Stiles. Maybe ignorance really is bliss.
"FYI, Stiles, it wasn't the "dark side," as you so eloquently put it. It was more just people in a bad place who bonded over that," I calmly explained. He nodded his head, probably realizing he should've either kept his mouth shut or phrased it differently, at the very least. I looked across the table at Aiden who gave me a nod of approval, then down the table to Ethan, who was sending me an appreciative smile.
Thankfully, after a few more minutes of awkward silence or small talk, the conversations resumed back to normal. I was finally able to catch up with Stiles and Scott, whose bromance seemed to be stronger than ever and Allison who I hadn't seen much, even since moving back in with her and Uncle Chris.
"So are we still training after school?" I asked Allison to double-check our plans. Over the weekend, I noticed that we both go for runs, yet we never go together, so I figured it would be a good way to initiate some cousin-bonding—plus knowing everything that I do, the woods don't seem like such a safe place for a teenage girl to run alone anymore.
Allison nodded her head while taking a sip from her cranberry juice bottle. "Yeah, totally," she confirmed after swallowing.
"Train for what?" Scott questioned, furrowing his eyes with confused puppy eyes.
"Ya know, to get in better shape and be prepared for any future threats. Some of us don't have the werewolf strength and all," I explained, whispering the last part so Danny wouldn't hear.
"Awe, no! No! You cannot train!" Stiles exclaimed, tossing his hands around wildly. I narrowed my eyes at him, not be able to think of any good reason for his outburst.
"And why can't we…?" I curiously questioned.
"Isn't it obvious?!" he exclaimed, throwing his hands up as if it should be the most obvious answer in the world. Allison and I looked at him and shook our heads, signaling that no, it definitely was not obvious. "Because then I will be weakest one in the group and I don't think my puny teenage boy self-esteem can handle that!" he rapidly explained. I look at him seriously for a moment, but then couldn't hold it in anymore. The laughter broke out of me like a caged animal. I faintly heard Allison start laughing too, and when I finally regained my composure, Scott was grinning widely, but Stiles, on the other hand, was sending a firm death glare my way. "Is my dignity really that much of a joke to you?" he seriously asked.
I chuckled a bit more, realizing that he was absolutely serious about this whole thing. It was actually kind of cute that he was being so insecure. "You could always train with us, ya know," I offered, raising my eyebrows at him.
"Ugh, God, I don't know…training with Argent's is kind of intimidating…" he said, furrowing his eyebrows as he considered it.
"Stiles! You can't complain and then not take the solution offered to you!" I exclaimed, throwing a French fry at him. Much to my surprise, he caught the end of it in his mouth and smiling victoriously. "Well I guess you at least have that going for you," I joked.
"Yep. Stiles Stilinski, master of mouth skills," he proudly proclaimed, but instantly turned red and started stammering when we all looked at him with smirks on our faces. "I mean, ya know, I can catch things in my mouth easily…wait…no…I…you know what I mean!" he finally shouted, throwing his hands up exasperatedly.
"Dude, if you got it, make it known," Aiden cockily said, slapping Stiles on the back and making him lurch forward a bit at the impact. I shook my head at what Aiden had said and went to kick him under the table, but felt his hand wrap around my ankle right before my foot could connect with his shin. Damn werewolf senses and speed, damn it to hell. I looked over at him to see him already smirking right at me. I wiggled my leg around and pulled it back, trying to get it out of his grasp, but he was holding it just a bit too tightly. I looked around to see if anyone else even noticed that something was going on, but Stiles, Scott, Allison, and Isaac were feverishly arguing about some movie, Lydia was too consumed in texting someone, and Danny and Ethan were too busy making googly-eyes at each other to notice anything else. As I was looking around at everyone, hoping for an escape route, I felt Aiden's hand release its grip on my ankle, but instead of just letting it go, I felt sharp claws softly running up and down my bare calf and thigh. I quickly pulled back my freed leg and shook my head at his smirking face yet again. "Jerk," I mouthed to him. He casually shrugged his shoulders before pulling Lydia out of her daze and starting a meaningless conversation with her.
"Yo, Brielle, you in there?" I heard Stiles say as his hand started waving in front of my face.
"Yeah, sorry, what?" I asked, hearing Aiden chuckle in the background. Oh, I'd so get him back later.
"I was just telling these three here that any smart person wouldn't go down into a cellar where they know for a fact a killer is hiding instead of just calling the police! They just wouldn't! Right?!" he eagerly blurted out.
"Well, in reality, no, I'm sure they wouldn't. But it's a movie, Stiles, they have to put the action-packed climax in there somewhere," I said, shaking my head at his naivety. Just as he was about to argue his failing point further, the bell rang to signal the end of lunch and he let out a big sigh.
"We'll finish this later!" he declared, pointing to Scott, Allison, and Isaac with narrowed eyes. "You, on the other hand, get to have my glorious company for a whole other hour," he added, grinning mischievously at him. I shook my head at him again, but smiled anyway. This whole lunch with him has shown me exactly how much I missed him and especially his endless, passionate banters.
"Well let's get going then, Mr. Stilinski," I joyously replied, holding out my arm for him to hook onto. His grin turned into more of a shy, sweet smile as he linked his arm through mine and we walked out of the café to our ceramics class. Yeah, I definitely missed this.
"Ah Miss Argent, beautiful work here. Just smooth it out a little and I believe it's ready to be fired in the kiln. And Mr. Stilinski...well…I'm sure Miss Argent wouldn't mind helping you once she's finished," our ceramics teacher, Mrs. King, said as she came over to our table to inspect our work. I had always liked Mrs. King—maybe it's because she always seemed to love having me in her class—but Stiles, on the other hand, eh, well let's just say he swears she came straight from the pits of hell just to make his life worse.
As soon as Mrs. King walked away, Stiles predictably started swinging his arms around, spraying himself and me with loose clay in the process. "See! What did I tell you?! She hates me! She can't ever say even one semi-nice thing to me!"
"Really, Stiles?" I questioned, gesturing to the brown clay pieces that were now adorning my sweater. "And yes, I have ears, therefore I did, in fact, hear her…but I mean maaaybe she didn't say anything nice because your project looks like an elephant smacked it with its trunk?" I sarcastically assumed. I started laughing at my own joke, but then looked over at Stiles whose mouth was hanging slightly open and his eyes were staring at me with the most stone cold "are you kidding me?" expression I've ever seen—which may or may not have made the situation ever funnier.
"Really? Really? You think that's funny? How about this?" he asked. I looked at him confused for a second before he reached out and grabbed my face with his muddy, clay hands.
"Oh I can't believe you just did that!" I scolded before quickly reaching into our pile of clay and rubbing my wet hands in his perfectly spiked hair.
"The hair, Bri?! Really?! The hair?!" he exclaimed, reaching up to touch his clay-coated locks. "Do you realize how many years it took for me to perfect this?!"
"Awe, poor wittle baby," I mocked, sticking my lip out into a pout and giving him puppy-dog eyes.
"Mr. Stilinski! What is going on over here?! Do you realize how bad that is for her skin?!" Mrs. King shouted as she walked over to us. I looked over at Stiles' shocked face with a grin. Apparently Mrs. King really did have it out for him.
I turned to face Mrs. King who was angrily hovering over Stiles with her hands sternly placed on her hips. It was a pretty hilarious sight actually. Her face was almost as red as a tomato and I'm pretty sure steam could start to pour out of her ears at any moment. "Mrs. King, this was actually all me. I was the one to start it. I sincerely apologize. It won't happen again, I promise," I kindly said to her. Her face contorted into all different stages of anger, probably at not being able to punish Stiles like she wanted, but she finally let out a huge sigh and told us to clean up our mess and she expects more maturity from us next time.
"See. She hates me! Now you know it too!" Stiles asserted after Mrs. King walked away.
"Ya know, maybe she just feels a lot of sexual tension between the two of you," I jokingly said before cracking up laughing from Stiles overreaction of gagging and fake vomiting. The bell rang and I stood up to go wash off my face, pushing his shoulder on my way. He rocked back in his chair a little, but grabbed the table to stop himself from falling over completely. Oh how clumsy he could be. I went to take a step away, but felt his hands wrap around my legs. "Oh come on! More clay?! Don't you know how bad this is for my skin?" I sarcastically said, mocking our teacher's previous comment. I pushed back against his chest, able to wiggle out of his hold, and walked over to the sink.
After I finished washing the clay off my face, Stiles walked over and his hair was truly a mess. The clay was already starting to dry out and stick to the strands of hair it was caught in. "Here, let me help you," I said with a guilty smile as I wet my hands and ran them through his hair. "You going home right after school?" I asked. He nodded his head. "Good, because this so isn't going to be coming out without a full on shampooing," I informed him with a chuckle.
"Well it's a good thing I have plenty of that then," he said, running his own hand through his now saturated hair and pulling another clump of clay out. "Ready to go then?" he asked, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet. I smiled and nodded my head, pulling my book bag over my shoulder.
"So, uh, I was actually wondering if you wanted to, ya know, hang out sometime," Stiles awkwardly asked as we walked out into the school parking lot. I scanned the parking lot, looking for Allison's car. I guess she saw me looking around because I heard the beep of a horn and turned to see her Mazda sitting in the line of cars waiting to leave. I held my finger up to her, signaling that I'd be there in a minute, then turned to face Stiles.
"Hang out? Don't we already do that?" I asked, smiling at his shyness. I knew what he was trying to ask, but wanted to push him out of his shell a bit and make him actually ask the real question.
"Well, I mean, yeah, but uh…" he started to say. I raised an amused eyebrow at him with a smirk on my face. He was starting to do that bouncing thing again as well as fidgeting around with his hands. "Ya know, like hang out in more of a …date…kind of way...I mean I totally get it if you don't…" he said, starting to ramble.
"Yes," I directly said, although Stiles' brain apparently didn't register my answer because he kept going on with his rant.
"I'm probably totally humiliating myself, I mean I don't know why you'd even…Wait, what did you say?"
"I said yes," I answered with a smile. "Allison's waiting for me though, so text me and we'll make a plan, kay?" I asked. He nodded his head absentmindedly, apparently still trying to process the fact that he asked me out and more importantly that I said yes. I waved goodbye and walked over to Allison's car where she was already giving me a huge, toothy grin. "What's up with you, Miss Giddy?" I asked, sitting down in the passenger seat and buckling my seatbelt. Allison didn't answer right away, but instead pointed over to where Stiles was still standing as he rambunctiously fist-pumped the air. Allison broke out laughing, and I have to admit, I couldn't help but giggle a bit either. After recovering from her laughter for a second, Allison beeped the horn again, this time catching Stiles' attention. He quickly looked over at us as we both smiled and Allison waved to him. Even from her car a few feet away, I could still see the massive rosy blush taking over his face as he gave a small wave back before fumbling around for his keys and jogging off to his Jeep.
"I take it he asked you out then?" Allison knowingly asked as she lifted her foot off the break when the traffic started moving slightly. Man, it really sucked trying to get out of this parking lot. That was definitely one perk of being on Ethan's motorcycle; he could just weave his way through the cars to get out of the lot faster.
"More or less," I said with a laugh, recalling how awkward his question had come out. "But yeah, we're going on a date. Not sure when, but he asked and I accepted, so there's the story," I explained. Allison squealed next to me and I turned to look at her. "Did that sound really just come out of you?" I asked, laughing at how much she sounded like a squirrel being strangled. Poor squirrel.
"I just can't believe you two are finally going on a date! It's been bound to happen since the first day you came here and made him choke on his food just by the sight of you," she proclaimed. I laughed at that.
"Did he seriously choke?" I disbelievingly asked. She nodded her head while laughing as she probably recalled the situation. Yeah, I guess I could totally picture him doing something like that.
"Alright, I'm gonna change really quick and I'll be right back," I told Allison as I hopped out of the car and ran to the apartment building. She had her gym clothes at school, so she was already ready to go train. I, on the other hand, went to school highly unprepared for our training.
"Come on, come on," I muttered as I pressed the button for the elevator over and over, hoping it would make it go faster.
"You know, pressing it multiple times doesn't make it more efficient, right?" I heard someone say behind me. Ugh. I know that voice. Just my luck.
"What do you want, Aiden?" I asked, not bothering to turn around. Besides, Aiden is a persistent bastard so if he really wanted me to look at him, he'd take matters into his own hands.
He stepped up beside me and looked down at me with a grin on his face. "Same thing as you," he said in a low voice. I narrowed my eyes as I look at him. What was he even talking about? "The elevator," he whispered into my ear as he leaned around me and pressed the button a single time. Suddenly, I heard a ding and the elevator dropping to the first floor. "Oh you've got to be kidding me," I complained under my breath. Of course that would happen. "After you," he said, holding out his arm towards the open elevator as a gesture for me to go first. I stepped into the elevator, shaking my head at his arrogance, before quickly pressing the "close doors" button to try to keep Aiden out. Problem is, the stupid elevator wasn't nearly quick enough and Aiden slipped through the doors just before they shut. "What floor?" he asked, hovering his fingers over the elevator buttons. Instead of answering, I reached out and pushed the sixth floor button, then crossed my arms over my chest, trying to get the point across that I so didn't plan on talking to him.
"The silent treatment, Bri? Really? We all know how good you are not talking, so you may as well just give it up now," he taunted from his side of the elevator. I ignored him and counted the dings as we went up each floor instead. One. Two. Three. "Are you seriously pissed over what happened at lunch?" Four. "You know it was just a joke right?" Five. Sudden stop. What the hell? I looked over and saw his finger leaving the emergency stop button.
"What are you doing? Start the elevator back up. Now, Aiden," I demanded, trying to reach around him to press the button myself, but he was blocking the panel and was able to grab my arm and hold it back.
"Come on, Brielle. I thought we actually finally started to get along. So what's up your ass today?"
"We did get along! But not when you basically molest my leg under the table when your girlfriend is sitting right next to me!"
"Molest your leg? Really?" he said as he laughed at my choice of words.
"Yes, Aiden! It was the best way I could think of to describe you grabbing my leg and then rubbing it with your freaky werewolf claws!" I yelled at him. By this point in my outburst, Aiden was taking everything as a joke—or rather he was pretty much the entire time—and laughing at everything I said. Maybe I was making it out to be a bigger deal than it was, but it was still just a complete asshole move for him to make and I was set on letting him know that.
"Ya know, the goosebumps you got when I did it didn't really suggest that you minded all too much," he said, leaning down and basically testing how pissed off he could make me.
"I can't really help my body's natural reaction, dumbass," I retorted, trying to pull back away from him before I remembered that he was still holding my arm.
"Kind of like how you can't help that your heart races every time I take a step closer…like this," he responded, taking a step toward me to demonstrate. Goddamn that fucking werewolf hearing. Slowly but surely I was backed into the opposite wall of the elevator with him towering over me.
"Aiden, what are…" I tried to say but was cut off when his lips connected with mine. Instantly, all thoughts of what I was attempting to say were erased from my mind. I felt his grip fall from my arm as his large hand found its place against the back of my neck, holding me close to him. I reached up and hooked my arms around his neck, standing on my tip toes and pushing my body even closer against his. His lips moved so fluidly against mine as our tongues intertwined, his taking dominance.
"Oh, Aiden," I breathed out as his lips left mine and connected with my neck instead. My head fell back as I reveled in the feeling of his lips placing warm kisses up and down the side of my neck and exposed shoulder. I felt a bit of a pinch amongst the warmth as he sucked on a spot of my collarbone. However as good as it may have felt, it also snapped me back into reality if only for that one second, but it was still enough for me to form the coherent thought my brain has been trying to scream at me this entire time. "No, Aiden. Stop!" I said, pushing against his chest. He looked down at me with a confused look on his face. "No. We can't do this. This…it never happened, okay?!" I nervously exclaimed, running over to press the button for the elevator to start again. A slight jerk rumbled underneath my feet as the elevator started moving again.
"What the hell? Why are you freaking out?" he asked, coming up behind me and turning me to face him.
"Because you're dating Lydia!" I yelled, hitting him on the chest. "You're cheating on her! And I'm the other woman! I don't want to be that! And I'm going on a date with Stiles! I don't want to hurt him either! This was just…it was wrong!" I quickly blurted out, throwing my hands around much like Stiles does when he gets nervous or excited.
"Stiles? Really? You're going to go from me to him?" he said in his most cocky tone as if the idea were completely inconceivable. I scoffed at his comment just as the elevator doors to my floor opened.
"You're really unbelievable sometimes, Aiden. Like I said, this never happened, okay?" I pleaded as I stood in the hallway and he stood in the elevator. I hate to admit that he even looked the least bit upset, but he did. I just wish he didn't.
"I can't think that, Brielle. I'm sorry," he said. "But I won't tell anyone," he then added. I nodded, silently thanking him before rounding the corner to our apartment, hearing the elevator doors shut just as I reached my door. I quickly unlocked it and went inside, leaning up against the door to take a deep breath. Ugh…why did I just let that happen?! I heard a car horn blare from outside, bringing me out of my thoughts. Shit. Allison was still waiting. I quickly ran to my room, ripping off my clothes and throwing on a pair of leggings, sneakers, and a shirt before grabbing my Under Armor duffel bag and running back down to the parking lot—this time taking the stairs instead.
"Hey, what took you so long? I seriously just listened to about four One Republic songs," she said with a chuckle. I brushed my hair out my face while I buckled my seat belt again.
"Sorry, the elevator got stuck for a couple minutes," I replied—at least it wasn't entirely untrue.
"Ugh, yeah, I hate that stupid thing," she unknowingly responded. I agreed with her, but remained pretty much silent the whole ride to the woods. Allison questioned my silence a couple times, but gave up after I assured her that I was absolutely fine, just a little tired.
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