*This chapter some may find boring but I felt like it was necessary to understand how Chloe felt during this time, she's trying to respect a majority of the pack's wishes by staying out of it while also helping with what she can. It also gets a little girly which she hasn't had a lot of time to do lately, we all have our moments… enjoy? Review and tell me if this chapter is necessary or not?*
Chloe smiled to herself as she sat down at her desk I her bedroom and took out her homework. She did want to take things slow with Stiles but something about him just made her crazy, in a good way. She also had this subconscious notion that she was pressed for time? Like soon she wouldn't be able to do any of those very exciting activities with him anymore… Like she was going to lose him to whatever was giving him night terrors. Her phone vibrated in her pocket breaking her from her line of thought
That's my girl ;)
Chloe smiled again at Lydia's peer-pressure to have sex, Chloe honestly wasn't minding it as long as Stiles was involved. Chloe tried keeping her mind off of Stiles and their previously hot make out session as she lazily answered the questions on her homework. She also tried keeping her mind off of the fact that he was AGAIN out in the middle of the woods at night trying to find Malia-Coyote and her den-house. Chloe shook her head and for the millionth time tried to re-focus on her math homework, and just like every other time her eyes drifted over to her phone checking if she had any new messages. Chloe let out an aggravated sigh and ran a hand through her hair as she decided trying to focus on Math which was futile so she looked at her calendar and looked at what she had coming up that week. She had cross-country practice that weekend and she realized she had missed the last few but felt she was ready to come back. Then this weekend she had her Dad's business brunch… she really hoped she didn't run into that creepy lawyer while there, that would be an interesting night. She let her gaze wander from her calendar over to her bedroom door that was at the moment closed. I'm kind of hungry, I should go get something to eat. Did I even eat lunch today? I don't think I did seeing as how Danny and I just talked all lunch period. The last time I ate was this morning with Stiles and that pop tart. Chloe smiled again as she thought of him eating out of her hand, and his lips. She blushed and changed her train of thought. Yeah, I should definitely go eat something… but I kind of don't want to walk down stairs and make something. I'm too stressed out! Hashtag 'first world problems' is what Lydia would say.
She thought about all her friends and how they were involved in everything going on and it still kind of miffed her that no one had told her about all of this BEFORE her friends were sacrificed. But she understood their reasoning, if she could help it she would keep Jarod and Danny out of it as much as possible if not completely.
She thought about Scott, He was the one who started all of them in this crazy supernatural adventure, awakening the unknown and igniting the beacon that was Beacon Hills. She didn't blame him or look down upon him or anything, he did that enough, but he also protected everyone.
Stiles was the goofy-sexy sidekick that always helped Scott when he got himself or someone else was in a pickle, he was the man with the plan… and she loved a guy with intellect. She smirked to herself as their steamy encounter flashed through her mind again.
She moved onto Allison, the huntress that had caused a lot of problems and drama for the gang in the past but she was strong and in the end always chose her friends. Stiles had told her some of the things that she had done or caused in the past with her aunt and the alpha, her Mother passing, and the whole Gerard-Kanima thing, she was a survivor. She witnessed her kidnapping and then did everything to find her, Chloe owed her. She quickly went to her secret lover when she saw them in the hallway together earlier that day. Isaac was the victim who chose a hasty revenge in becoming a ware-wolf but now instead of being under Derek, he seemed to be helping Scott (and mainly Allison) now. Can wolves switch packs? She didn't know.
She then thought about Lydia, the queen of bouncing back to the top of the social food chain and maintaining vitality. She was extremely smart and knew it and didn't let anything hold her back to stop her. She had the power, she knew it, and she liked it. She was also Stiles' long-time crush which she was also aware of… to be honest Chloe was a little wary of becoming friends or even meeting Lydia at first due to that fact. But Lydia has of way of when she wants something, she will get it; but it honestly evaded her why Lydia wanted to be her friends with HER? She was not super smart, she was not into fashion or therefore good at it, and she was not in any sense of the word attractive enough to be considered 'higher on the social food chain'. Sure, Stiles said that the guys talked about her in the locker room but who didn't they talk about? They were all pigs, she could tell by the smell when she walked by that locker room. And sure, she was told that it was unbelievable by Jarod that she would sit with certain people at lunch, but she only had two friends to sit with at lunch…
Her mind snapped to Jarod and she immediately felt saddened. He poured his heart out to her and she just stood there like an idiot instead of comforting him, and acknowledging him for his bravery to confess to your crush. She could hardly do it herself… honestly she didn't even think she had said the words "like/love you a lot Stiles" since they started 'going together' or 'dating'. They both just kind of kept showing each other how they felt which was fun and all but there was still a lack of security she felt in their budding relationship. She shook her head trying to clear her thoughts of Stiles since he was the biggest distraction of all time, she was now kind of glad he was only in one of her classes otherwise she would never pay attention.
Thinking back to Lydia, she thought about her wardrobe and moved her gazed over to her closet. Her father even knew she was dressing for a boy and that she looked cute… she liked dressing up for Stiles, the way his eyes would scan up and down her body and then to her face smiling. She wanted him to think she was cute all the time and live up to his lovely compliments. She stood up and walked over to her closet deciding it was time to organize it in a Lydia-esque style. On one side she put all her clothes that were 'casual/normal' and on the other side she put all of the 'cute/semi-cute' clothes. Her nice dresses her mom had bought her were still shoved to the back since they would be barely used if not at all. Since her closet had two hanging rods over the top of each other, she decided to take it a step further and organize pre-made outfits. She mixed both sides of her clothing spectrum to create casual-cute outfits so she could still be herself while looking cute for her boyfriend. She smiled at the term but then shook her head, she was a little concerned at how far she had fallen... She really had it bad. Lydia would be proud of her for finally taking initiative with her 'look', but Chloe was rolling her eyes at herself at how girly and stupid she was acting. Who cares what I look like? Stiles obviously likes me the way I am… Chloe thought of his eyes roaming over her when he thought she didn't notice him checking her out. She liked having his eyes on her, she agreed on her decision to blend her styles to be casual-cute but to feel good for herself… not some BOY; her inner feminist was telling her but she knew it was for the stereotypical vapid reason of impressing a BOY.
Once she was done organizing her clothing in premade outfits and convincing herself that it wasn't for a boy, but to make it easier in the mornings. She checked her phone and there were still no new messages so she sighed and her boredom once again made her eyes look at her homework then look away. She looked back at her calendar and saw the cross-country practice that weekend so she packed her old gym bag with her running clothes and shoes that she hadn't used since they stayed at that creepy motel where Scott almost killed himself and her. She pushed the memory away and finished packing up and setting the bag by her door so she could grab it for Saturday.
She couldn't help it as she checked her phone again, no new messages and only four minutes had passed. Grrrrrrr! Why was it taking them so long? Was something happening? She stopped that train of thought in its tracks, she knew that if she went down that path it would only drive her insane with worry.
She sighed and looked back at her calendar to see what else she could prepare for. She saw her father's business dinner was that weekend on Sunday and decided to finally look at all the dresses her mother bought her instead of just picking the first on she saw. She walked back to her closet and pulled out the few garment bags that were still hanging in the back besides her black satin one she had already worn.
Inside the first bag was a beautiful dress that was ivory with a patterned rhinestone illusion sheer top over the sweetheart neckline. The second was a satin floor length gown that was a light champagne color that had capped sleeves and also a sweetheart neckline. The style reminded Chloe a bit of the 1930's as it was simple but very elegant. The next dress was shorter and made of lavender colored lace. The cinched waist dividing the top from the bottom, the bottom more form fitting while the top was slightly loose but still flattering. The last dress was again short and made of fiery red lace. It was form fitting while having cap sleeves again, simple yet stunning. It was definitely still elegant but more casual than the others.
Chloe smiled at her mother's taste as she put them back one by one, saving the lavender lace one to hang on the outside of the closet for that weekend. She knew she didn't have any shoes to go with this dress, the 'nice' shoes she had were the black heels she had worn last time that she originally bought for Heather's funeral; And the brown leather heeled booties she'd worn to Heather's birthday party… She stopped at the thought of her past friend. Chloe reached up and played with Heather's necklace for a moment before picking up her phone and checking for messages. There weren't any; so she sent one of her own to Lydia and Allison.
Hey, I need to go shoe shopping and was wondering if you guys would like to make it a thing?
She waited for a few minutes while staring at the dress and thinking what kind of shoes to get that would also go with the other dresses so she wouldn't have to buy more than one pair. She knew she would almost never wear these heels so she didn't own a lot of them and didn't plan to with running around all the time with wear wolves… she didn't know how Lydia did it. Speak of the devil, her phone vibrated
You know I always need an excuse to go shoe shopping! I'm in! When do you want to go?
Lydia sent putting a grin on her face. Chloe shrugged to herself,
I need them before this weekend
She responded to both girls.
I need a normal night out. Well, if you need them that soon how about tom. Since it's Friday?
Responded Allison to them both and Chloe smiled at having a normal girls outing… she also wanted to get to know them better. She also blushed at forgetting what day it was… she has really bad at timing.
Sounds like a plan girls, see you tom. After school? I can drive us then drop you back off
Both Allison and Chloe agreed to Lydia's plan and Chloe laid back on her bed and sighed in content. Her phone vibrated again and Chloe's hopes shot up as she hoped it was Stiles… it wasn't. But Lydia texted her again in a non-group message.
What type of shoes are you looking at getting?
Chloe shrugged her shoulders and decided to just go easy on herself with finding a shoe that matched everything.
Probably just a simple nude heel?
She responded to Lydia honestly. What she got back made her laugh at the thought of Lydia's shocked then smug expression and sparkle in her eye as she talked about shoes.
There is nothing 'simple' about coordinating shoes. And every girl needs her 'little black dress' and her 'nude heels'… this is going to be a special moment for your womanhood Chloe.
Chloe rolled her eyes then put her phone down still chuckling. She decided to avoid her homework a little bit longer and finally go downstairs to get something to eat. She went down stairs and made herself a sandwich and chatted with her father for a bit. When she finished, she came back to her room and saw that her phone was blowing up. Of course the one time I walk away is when you text me! She checked her phone and of course it was Stiles. She listened to the voicemails first:
"Hey Chloe, well we finally found Malia's den and since it is a crime scene we decided to call my dad out here since this is his case… well he got here and reasoned that a girl who blames herself for killing her family and running off into the woods to become a coyote sounded unbelievable, since it does, so he kind of kicked us off this case… but not before officer douche bag, a.k.a Scott's dad, showed up with Malia's dad re-traumatizing him… Scott's really upset and doubting himself more than ever, my dad is on even thinner ice… I think I messed it up even more Chloe…" he was quiet for a bit and Chloe's heart sank at the sound of how sad and broken he sounded. "-Anyway, I'll send you a text when we're finally allowed to leave and heading back…" he sighed in defeat then hung up the phone. Chloe deleted the message and sighed to herself at how hard everything was being to overcome. She knew they needed to focus on one thing at a time to focus on in order to solve their problems but everywhere they turned more problems seemed to develop.
Chloe then checked her texts and saw that they had already started heading home and she sighed with relief. She was worried that this was going to affect Stiles' sleep so she sent him a text back
Are you sure you're ok? Do you want me to come over?
She wanted to comfort him but also didn't want to smother him, if he needed to be alone she would let him… even though she really wanted to talk with him about what to do next. She got a quick response back.
Nah… I'll be fine, I've got your dream catcher now ;) it's Scott and my Dad that I'm more worried about right now. I'll see you in the morning.
Chloe will admit she was a little bummed but pushed it aside as she sent a quick 'goodnight' text back. She put her phone down finally then sat at her desk… with nothing left distracting her she finally finished her homework for school tomorrow.
*The pics of Chloe's dresses are on my profile if you care for a look, It's on a Pinterest inspiration board so you'll get a look at some other stuff as well*