I do NOT own Teen Wolf

Emma's POV

School was pretty entertaining today. I messed with Stiles all day. He kept getting flustered the minute I got close to him. At lunch, I was sitting next to him. He was talking animatedly to Scott about something and it was pretty funny. I laughed and put my hand on his knee. He quickly stopped laughing and looked directly at me. His eyes were wide and his mouth was agape. I laughed and slowly moved my hand up his leg. He tried to act like nothing was happening but Scott could tell. I got almost to his crotch and he jumped up. He ran out of the cafeteria and I started laughing into my hand. Scott just rolled his eyes and finished his lunch.

So after my exciting day at school, I decided to just go home and work on homework. I was just starting my math homework when my phone rang. I looked at the caller id. Stiles.

"Hello?"

"You have some real nerve ya know. Teasing me all day and then not showing up at practice."

I laughed, "I don't know what you are talking about, Stilinski."

"Yeah, yeah. Anyway, do you need me to pick you up tonight?"

"Why would you be picking me up tonight?" I asked confused.

"Um, the bowling thing? You are still going right?"

"Oh shit. Yeah I guess I have to," I kind of mumbled.

"Well don't sound too excited to hang out with me," he said sounding hurt.

"Trust me, it isn't you that I'm not excited about hanging out with."

"I get it. But I will be there to keep you company."

"Good."

"So I will pick you up at 6:00?"

"Sure. See you then."

"See ya, ya tease," he joked.

I shook my head and hung up. That boy is crazy. I decided that I should probably get ready for this stupid thing. I went to my closet to look for something cute to wear. I decided on dark skinny jeans, a floral blouse tank top, and a navy cardigan. I checked my phone and saw that it was almost 6:00. I did not want to go to this thing. I slipped on my brown oxfords and grabbed my bag. When I got downstairs, I saw that my mom was sitting at the table. Not reading anything, not drinking anything, just sitting there. This was not good.

"Hey, mom."

"Sweetie, please sit down," she said not looking up.

I sat down nervously. "Is everything okay?"

"Honey, is there anything you need to tell me about your friends?"

"My friends? What are you talking about?"

"Scott McCall," she said looking at me finally.

Shit, "How did you find out?"

"I heard about the attacks. I also saw him going into the morgue a couple of days ago. I didn't think anything of it at the time. But then the second half of that body was found. Today, I overheard his mother talking about how he improved at lacrosse over the summer and what he did at the game. The assumption was pretty easy to come to. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't think it was a big deal."

"Emma! He is a werewolf! Which means he is in a pack, which means he has an alpha! Your life is in danger now. We need to move again before this gets bad."

"No! He isn't in a pack. He is an omega. He doesn't even know who bit him. He was bit the night before school started so he isn't powerful. My life isn't in danger. I don't want to move. I like it here. I'm happy and I have a semi normal life for the first time since I was a child. I like my friends and I'm not moving!"

"Honey, we have to. It's for the best," she said looking sad now.

I don't like yelling at her. I don't want to talk to her like this. "Fine, can I at least go out with my friends tonight?"

"Yes. One night," she said reluctantly.

"Thank you," I said. A car horn beeped and I knew that Stiles was here, "I will be home by midnight. Bye mom."

"Bye honey, be safe."

I walked to Stiles' Jeep and climbed in. I buckled my seatbelt and sat there for a little while. I turned towards Stiles and raised my eyebrows.

"Are you going to say hi?"

"Hi," I said turning back towards the front of the car.

"Wow. Okay. Great to see you too," he said sarcastically while pulling out of the driveway.

"Sorry. I just have a lot on my mind."

"Do you need a distraction?" he asked hopefully. I looked over and saw him raising his eyebrows at me.

"Not really in the mood for that kind of distraction. Thanks for the offer though." He turned back towards the road.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not right now. But maybe later."

"Well I'm here to listen or distract you when you need me."

"Good to know."

The rest of the ride was quiet and then we finally pulled into the bowling alley parking lot. I was dreading this before and now I just wanted to go to my room and curl into a ball. But instead, I am on one of the worst "group hangs" on the planet.

"Hey guys!" Allison waved Stiles and I over.

Scott was picking out a ball with her. Lydia and Jackson were putting names in the computer. I walked up to one of the shelves and grabbed a ball. Realizing it was too heavy, I went to put it back but I almost dropped it. Stiles caught it and helped me put it back on the shelf.

"How about this one?" he asked handing me a purple ball.

"It's perfect. Thanks Stiles," I said smiling.

"No problem," he said turning to leave. I grabbed his arm.

"For everything. You're a great person," I said looking in his eyes.

He blushed, "No problem, um, I'm here for you."

I nodded and walked to the lane. I put my ball on the ball return and turned to where Lydia and Jackson were. They were kissing. I rolled my eyes and turned to look at the computer. I was the second to last name. Stiles was last. Great. This will be a splendid time. I sat on one of the benches and the game began.

We had gotten through a couple of frames. Scott kept getting gutter balls, Jackson was being an asshole, Lydia was pretending that she sucked, and Stiles was watching her longingly. I went up to bowl and got a strike. I turned around and smiled triumphantly. No one even noticed. I knew this wasn't going to go well.

"I'm going…to the bathroom. Yeah, the bathroom," I said walking past everyone and heading towards the bathroom. No one noticed. No one cared. I'm honestly not surprised. This night sucked.

I went to the bathroom and when I was on my way out, I saw the arcade. I decided to stop and play for a little bit. I was playing pinball and getting really into it when I overheard something.

"One coke please," Stiles said.

I turned my body so he wouldn't see that it was me. Apparently I failed because I then heard his footsteps approaching me.

"This is where you disappeared to?" he asked.

"Actually I went to the bathroom. But I figured I wouldn't be missed so I decided to hang out here," I said not looking at him.

"So you left me as a fifth wheel?"

"I didn't want to interrupt your Lydia watching," I said kind of bitterly. He didn't respond. I finally looked at him and saw that he had no emotion on his face. It was just blank. "Sorry. I didn't mean to sound like a bitch I just - ,"

"Have a lot on your mind?" he interrupted.

"Yeah."

"Maybe if you told me, I could help."

"I'm moving," I said looking back down.

"You're what?!" he shrieked.

"My mom found out about Scott. She thinks that it is unsafe for me to be friends with him and that he is going to tell the alpha about me."

"Emma! You can't move!"

"Why not? I know my mom's reasoning for it is ridiculous but it's not like you guys will miss me. Your lives will go back to normal and everything will be fine," I said looking at him.

"We will miss you! You need to be here! You have to help Scott with his werewolfness and you need to help me with…" he trailed off.

"Help you with what?" I asked.

"Nothing," he said looking down.

"No. Tell me. What do I need to help you with?"

"Experience in making out and things," he said looking at me.

"Seriously?! That is why I can't move?!" I practically yelled. I turned to walk away from him but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

"That isn't the only reason. I will miss you because you are one of my friends okay? Scott, Allison, and Lydia will miss you too. Is this a for sure thing?"

"I don't know. It could have been in the moment but it won't surprise me if it does happen. She thinks I'm always going to get hurt. She forgets that I can heal magically."

Stiles snorted, "It will be okay. Now do you want to go bowl some more?"

"I guess." We both headed back towards the lane. The game ended pretty soon after that. It was pretty uneventful. Apparently Scott had gotten better since I left. I took my shoes off and put my ball back. We all said our goodbyes and got back in our designated cars.

"So do you want to head home or do you want to go do something else?" Stiles asked.

"Can we maybe go to your house? I think I could use a distraction now," I said looking at Stiles.

"Definitely!" he said. He practically raced to his house. We pulled into the driveway and he ran out and to the door.

"Thank you for waiting for me," I said laughing. I got out of the car and followed him to the door. We walked up the stairs and approached his door.

"Um, can you hold on a sec?" he asked opening the door. He closed it right in my face. I heard him running around. I laughed into my hand. He threw the door open, "Okay, you can come in now."

"Did you have to hide your porn stash or something?" I asked, smiling.

"Something like that," he said smiling. He approached me and put his hands on my waist. "So, what kind of distraction do you want?"

"I'm thinking something like this," I said as I kissed him.

He walked with me over to his bed. He lightly pushed me down so he was on top of me. I pulled on the hem of his shirt. He moved so I could take it off. I trailed my hands down his chest. He pushed my cardigan off of my shoulders and kissed my neck. I gently pushed him back.

"Sorry. Did I do something wrong?" he asked nervously.

I shook my head. I looked in his eyes and slowly took my shirt off. He smiled and leaned down to kiss my neck. He sucked on my sweet spot and I moaned. Making out with him was great and all but I needed more. Every time he kissed me, I wanted the kiss to be deeper. Every time he touched me, I wanted him to go further. I feel like hormonal teenager wanting to have sex with any guy. But it isn't any guy. It's Stiles. He makes me feel amazing and for being so inexperienced, he has a way with his hands and his mouth. I still wanted and needed more. I ran my hand down his back grabbed the waist of his pants. I moved my hands to the front of his pants and tried to unbutton them. When I did and finally unzipped them. Stiles pulled away. His eyes were wide and his mouth was agape.

"What are you doing?" he breathed.

"Um, do you not want me to?" I asked, slowly pulling my hands out of his pants. I started to blush when he didn't respond to me right away, "Oh, you don't…" I said getting out from underneath him. I was looking for my shirt trying not to die of humiliation.

"Emma," he started.

"No, it's cool. I get it. You aren't ready, I was going too fast. Really, it's fine."

I had finally found my shirt and cardigan and put both on. I turned around and saw Stiles standing behind me.

"I'm ready. Trust me I am way more than ready," he said scratching the back of his neck.

"Then what's the problem?"

"Are you ready? Or do you just think you are ready because you are upset and mad at your mom?"

Well, he got me there. I was trying to distract myself in any way possible. He knew it too. I nodded, "You're right. I was just trying to distract myself but is that really a bad thing?"

"Not to me but I know you. I know that you would regret it after it happened. I know that this whole relationship is a physical thing but that doesn't mean that I don't want you to be comfortable."

I nodded, "I know. I'm really sorry. I'm just going to go," I turned on my heel and headed for the door.

"You don't have to leave," he said almost pleading.

"I do. The longer I wait, the worse the talk with my mom is going to be."

"At least let me give you a ride?"

I nodded and we both headed to his Jeep. The drive to my house was silent but it wasn't awkward. I was lost in my thoughts too much to notice that we had pulled into my driveway.

"You going to be okay?" he asked bringing me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah," I mumbled.

"Hey, everything will be okay."

I nodded, "I'm sorry about earlier."

"Stop apologizing!" he practically yelled. I jumped and looked at him, "Sorry. It's just…I'm not mad at you or anything. I'm actually mad at myself."

"Why are you mad at yourself?"

"Cause I stopped you. I had to be the nice guy. If I could only be an asshole that didn't care about your feelings then I wouldn't be a virgin right now."

I laughed, "Goodnight Stilinski."

"Goodnight Emma."

I got out of the car and closed the door. I leaned against the window. "Hey Stiles?"

"Yeah?" he asked looking at me.

"Don't worry about your virginity."

"Why not?" he asked blushing.

"I'll be ready soon, trust me."

His mouth started opening and closing. With that, I turned and walked up my driveway and into my house.