Stiles and I swayed as a slow song spread throughout the gym.
"Are you having fun?" Stiles asked, breaking the silence between us.
"Ya, I'm having a great time." I answered. "The decorations make you forget this was a gym yesterday."
"It usually smells like sweaty socks, but now." Stiles paused thinking of how to describe the smell.
I sniffed the air." Like cheap cologne and girly perfumes." I answered.
Stiles and I pull apart as the tempo of the music began to speed up. As I danced with stiles, I was slightly pushed forward. Believing it was a accident, I straightened up and continued to dance. After being bumped into multiple times by the same person, I turn to see who the clumsy stranger was. It was the same blond haired girl that I had a run into when I was dress shopping.
"Not you again." I rolled my eyes.
"Yes me again, and that dress looks horrible on you." She looked me up and down.
"Really because I think she looks really beautiful in that dress." Stiles smiled. "Actually, she looks beautiful in everything."
"Oh for the love of God, shut up. You're making me sick to my stomach." The girl smirked.
"Hold on who do you think you're telling shut up." I stepped up to where I was only a few inches from her face.
"Your stupid boyfriend." She pointed towards Stiles.
"My boyfriend is not stupid, trust me honey." I snapped. I peeked over her shoulder to see her date. "At least my date isn't my brother."
"I told you they would notice." The boy stormed off.
Tired of the situation, I turned back to stiles.
"You're pretty bad ass." Stiles laughed.
Before I could respond someone pulled my hair. If I wasn't holding on to Stiles, I'm pretty sure I would have fell to the ground. As soon as I turned to face the person that had pulled my hair, I was met with a slap in the face. I looked up to she the blonde- haired girl smiling.
"You have really messed up now." I straightened up.
"Samantha, don't do it." Stiles warned me.
But I was too mad to just walk away. This girl had just put her hands on me. It was go time. With one swift move I knock the girl on the floor. She tried to get up but I pushed her back down. Seeing my moment to get some hits in, I grabbed her hair. I pulled it back allowing full access to her face. I begun repeatedly punching her in the face. Realizing my potential to smash her skull in, I allowed Stiles to pull me away from the girl.
As stiles whispered calming words, I watched the blonde stand and wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth. As she move closer to Stiles and I, Stiles tighten his arms around my waist.
"Looks like you haven't had enough." I shouted at the girl.
At that moment the girl charged towards me. I knew Stiles wouldn't let go, so I shifted all of my weight on him to lean him back. When the girl was close enough I kicked my legs up. From the strong blow to the stomach, she flew backwards into a group of students.
"Hey." I hear Coach Finstock yell, cutting through the crowd. "You can't bowl a strike at a formal dance." I turn to see the 10 students I knocked over using the blonde.
"But Coach..."
"Shut it, Bilinski." Coach Finstock yells at Stiles, as he began to escort me out of the gym.
After the fight, the dance was practically dead.
"My heel broke." I complained, as everyone sat in the limo retuning everyone home.
"Who cares." Cora shouted. "You got all of us kicked out."
"Actually I got myself kicked out." I corrected. "None of you guys had to leave."
"If you leave, then Stiles leaves. And if Stiles leaves, Scott goes too." Lydia explained. " When Scott goes, Isaac follows, and when..."
"We got it Lydia." Stiles cut her off.
I continue to study my heel. Throwing the shoe to the floor of the limo, I mumbled "$300 wasted."
"There she goes." I hear Cora whisper to Isaac.
"What is it now, Cora?" I questioned, growing irritated with my cousin.
"You always have to talk about how much money you have," Cora complained. "or spent."
"I do not do that." I declared.
"Ya, you do. $300 shoes, $2000 purses, $600 here, $900 there." Cora listed. "You waste money."
"No, I use my money on what I think is necessary." I argued. "There's nothing wrong if I want something that's a little on the expensive side."
"Make up whatever excuses you have to."
"Cora, you're..." Stiles began.
"Shut it, Stiles." Cora interrupted. "If she's a real Hale, she should be able to handle everything I have to say."
"Then say what you have to say." I dared Cora, truly wanting to hear what else she had to say.
"No," Stiles stopped. "How about we say something good about…"
"No, Stiles." yelled Cora. "You're too busy kissing up to her, and you don't really know anything about her." Ready to say what she has on her mind, she looks me in the eyes. "You are pathetic. You throw your money around like you're a little princess or something that you aren't. You're a teenage wolf who can't control herself."
Processing what was said to me, I giggled. "So, I'm just like you," I smirked "but with money." I giggle a little longer. "I'm better then you in more ways then you know."
"Throwing your money around doesn't make you better then me."
"I don't throw my money around." I pointed angrily. "This is me throwing my money around." I yelled throwing a wad of money in her face.
As the bills began to fall to the floor, Cora jumps towards me. Isaac quickly grabbed her by her hips and pulled her back down. At the same moment Stiles climbed in my lap, refusing to let me fight.
"Stiles," I calmly call to him, "get off me."
"No, because if I do the first thing that you're going to do is kill Cora." Stiles explained, continuing to sit in my lap.
"More like the other way around." Isaac doubted, as Cora still struggled to get free from him.
"I promise I won't lay a finger on her."
"Scott, is she lying?" Stiles asked.
"Straight through her teeth." Scott insured, listening to my rapid heartbeat.
"I almost committed a murder. Of course my heart will be beating fast. Now stiles get off of me." I yelled, tossing Stiles back on the seat beside me.
"You wasn't going to do anything." Cora smirked.
"You are..." I was about to insult Cora.
"Drop it!" Allison yelled, tired of me and my cousin fighting.
Everyone sat in a awkward silence as the limo continued to drive thru the night.
Being the last two in the limo gave Stiles plenty of time to walk me up to the apartment.
As we reached the correct floor, we were stopped in the hall by Peter.
"You can leave now, Stiles."
"I promised Samantha that I would walk her to the door." Stiles flashed a smile at
Peter. "And this isn't the door."
Stiles grabbed my hand and we walked to the door of my apartment.
"Well I guess since your dad is less than three feet away, I can't get my goodnight kiss." Stiles looked over to where Peter was watching us.
"You guessed right. You know Stiles, I'm starting to believe you actually have a brain." Peter admitted.
"Actually you still get a goodnight kiss." I glanced back at Peter, warning him to be nice to Stiles.
As soon as I looked back I was met with two big brown eyes. Instantly our eyes locked. At that moment I wanted nothing else but to kiss Stiles, and nothing or no one could stop me. I leaned forward, ready to meet his lips. When our lips connected the butterflies in my stomach were terminated by an electric shock running down my spine.
"That's enough." Peter yelled.
As I pulled away from Stiles I couldn't help but to blush.
"Icing on the cake." I smiled, feeling Stiles tuck a piece of my hair that had fallen. "Bye, Stiles." I waved, truly not wanting him to go.
I watched Stiles wave back as he began to walk away. As Stiles passed him, Peter bucked towards him, causing Stiles to speed up his walk.
"You had to embarrass me in front of him." I fitted.
"Yep." Peter answered, pushing me inside the apartment. "It's fun."
I lay on my bed looking threw the pictures I promised Lydia I would fix. Studying the group pictures, I discover a secret.
"Scott's a wolf." I mumbled to myself.
"What did you say." Peter questioned, peeking his head pass the door.
"Um.." I hesitated. "I look good as a wolf." Peter gives me a questioning look. "The sideburns, unibrow, nails and teeth. It's all kind of hot." I smiled. Peter continued to stare at me. "It might just come from being a Hale." Peter finally give up and backs out of the room. "Goodnight." I yell from behind the closed door.
How could I not have noticed. He heard me talking to Peter in the dress shop. Stiles asking him if I was lying in the limo.
Refusing to think about Scott any longer, I continue scrolling through the pictures. After scrolling through wolf infested pictures, I reach a picture of Stiles and I. The corners of my lips curled upward as i thought about the kiss we shared hours ago. I've kissed a guy before, but the kiss never felt like that before. Easily I was back on cloud 9.
A/N: Hey I hoped you liked the chapter. I'm so mad at Teen wolf right now. I give Peter a child, they give Peter a child. I decide that it's going to be a girl, of course she is a girl too on the show. She likes Stiles in my story, and she likes Stiles in the show. Wtf. but I just wanted to let you know that there is no copying of Teen Wolf. This story was written back in December of 2013. anyway please let me know how you feel about this chapter or the whole story.