This was her game. She knew every move to make, she knew every move her opponent would make and she knew that ultimately she would win. This was her game. She had been playing it forever, not that she was complaining – she loved the game, sure some was better than others but it was always good.
When the sleek, blue Chevy Malibu pulls up in front of her she can't help but smile – it's the newest model and a man with a new car means a man with money – and the money is her favorite part of the game.
The passenger side window rolls down slowly and on goes the dome light, reveling a handsome dark haired man with a stubbly face and a seductive smile.
This is about to be a very good game, she thinks to herself as she says, "Hi, I'm Lucy."
"How you doing, Lucy?" the man asks, his voice deep.
"I'm doing well honey, how are you?"
He smirks and it crinkles his eyes, "I'm doing a lot better now that I found you."
"Wanna take me for a ride, daddy?" she asks, her voice sultry.
"Get in."
Lucy gets in the vehicle in seconds and the two are speeding away from the docks, and toward the road. Lucy feels her heart flutter; it always does this when she knows the game is about to be played. Smoothly she reaches a perfectly manicured hand out and places it on the man's muscular thigh and begins moving it toward his crotch.
"Where we headed, honey?" She asks as she leans over the center console to nibble on his earlobe.
The man doesn't answer but reaches out one of his large hands and puts it on her smooth thigh and quickly slips it under her skirt. Lucy lets out a gasp and then a moan.
The red haired woman doesn't even realize the car is in park and that she's in the backseat with the man until he's on top of her and grinding himself into her. She's moaning loudly, knowing this is what most of her opponents like: a woman who lets him know just how good he is.
He places a few kisses on the crook of her neck and then breathily asks, "Is Lucy your real name?"
"W-what?" She asks, this wasn't part of the game. No one had every played it like this.
"Is Lucy your real name?" He asks again, kissing along her jawline.
"No," she answers truthfully, "my real name is Kathleen."
"Kathleen," he says, almost like he needs to taste the name in his mouth to truly know what it is, "that's a beautiful name. I like that much more than Lucy."
She laughs and begins to sit up, adjusting them so that she was on top, "Thank you, honey. Now, before we go any further I should tell you – if you're looking to fuck, it's going to be $1,000."
"Sure thing," he smiles, "get off me for a sec and let me grab the cash from the glove box."
Kathleen obliges and watches as he leans between the front seats to get into the glove box. She takes a good, long look at his butt as he does this and nods to herself, this was going to be a good game.
"Tell me, baby, what's your name?"
The man turns around then and before Kathleen realizes what's happening a hunter's knife is being shoved through her neck. She can't even scream, but as the life is leaving her body she can see the sparkle in his eyes.
"Oh man, I think I went through your trachea. That's exciting, right?"
TEEN WOLF
Camilla stands by her locker, peering inside as her nails tap on the door. Her eyes squint as she tries to clear the morning fog and remember which book to grab for class.
As she reaches inside to grab her AP Biology book, Isaac sidles up next to her, a coffee in his hand.
"Since when do you drink coffee?" the girl mutters, eyeing the cup in her ex-boyfriend's hand.
Smiling ever so slightly, he thrusts the cup forward, offering it to Camilla.
"I don't, and I know you don't either. It's hot chocolate."
The brunette, who had recently dyed her hair full-on black despite it being strikingly close to it already, squints at the boy, her forehead crinkling. After a moment, she grabs the drink from him and takes a sip.
"Fuck it's hot," she says as she scrapes her scalded tongue against her top teeth. Her once heavy eyelids are now wide open.
"Well yeah," Isaac chuckles. "That's how it works. Hot chocolate and all."
Rolling her eyes and producing a tiny grin, Camilla responds, "Yeah yeah yeah."
Before another word is said, Camilla's phone pings loudly, and she sets the hot chocolate on a shelf in her locker to check it.
Isaac watches closely as Camilla's eyes scan the screen and light up. She looks up and around the hallway, as if in search for someone.
"Hey, thanks for the drink, but I gotta go," she speaks excitedly, her eyes still roaming. She grabs the drink from her locker and slams the door, leaving Isaac alone.
Before he can turn around and see where the girl is headed, she is gone, and Isaac scratches his head. Feeling defeated, he shrugs his backpack higher up on his shoulders and turns back the other way to head to his first class.
He barely takes one step before he spots Isaiah walking in the direction Camilla had just gone, his eyes glued to his phone with a smile on his face.
TEEN WOLF
Scott McCall was tired. Very tired. The last few nights he had not been sleeping well, in fact the amount of sleeping he was getting was nearly nonexistent. Since prom night, when he and Violet had consummated their relationship things had felt… wrong.
Wrong because the entire time he was with Violet he was thinking of Allison.
The werewolf stares into his open locker, knowing he needs to get his textbook for Western Civ but not having the energy or the motivation to go to the class. He wasn't in the mood to listen to Mr. Mitchell go on and on about something he didn't and couldn't care about.
"Hey," Violet says with a bright smile on her face as she approaches Scott, she stands on her tiptoes and plants a kiss on his cheek, "I have a question for you."
Scott turns to face her and half smiles at her, "What's that?"
"When were you planning on telling me you decided to go to Michigan next year?"
"Oh… yeah… um, I got into Michigan and I think I'm going to go! I was planning on telling you, uh, right now obviously."
Violet rolls her eyes, "Seriously McCall?"
"I forgot, okay? There's been a lot going on and my head is all over the place lately. I've got you and Stiles and the pack… or, uh, I mean all my other friends and then I mean, yeah lacrosse is almost over, but it's still crazy. And then there's Allison and I… why are you making that face?"
"Allison."
"Allison?"
"Allison," Violet says flatly, "what's she doing taking up space in your head?"
Scott's eyebrows come together as he says, "She's still one of my closest friends."
"Is she now?"
"Vi…"
"You know, for the last nine months I had to hear people tell me about the legend that is Scott and Allison. Camilla went on and on about it for a good ten minutes once and every now and then Nolan would add some cute little note about you two – and ya know, I told my self not to worry about her. She was your friend, that's what I told my self… but god, I should have known…"
"Known what? Violet, you're being ridiculous, Allison and I are done. She's my past, but you–"
"I'm what? Your future? That's funny since you didn't even think about filling me in on the fact that your future also includes moving 1800 miles away for college. If I'm your future you would've dropped me a line and let me know."
"Vi," Scott begins, "come on. I forgot, I did. There's a lot going on right now. Like a whole lot. The most, even."
"Save it, Scott. I… I can't believe I'm about to do this, but, Scott I think you and I should break up. I just really don't feel like you're committing to this relationship as much as you should, and yeah that bums me out, but I'm definitely not holding it against you."
"Violet, please," Scott says, "you have to know that this isn't what I want. I don't want us to not be, well, us. I want us to stay us. I want you, I… really care about you."
"That's the thing Scott, you shouldn't 'really care about' me, you should love me."
"Violet."
"Scott, this is for the best. You go to Michigan and you meet a great girl and you love her, okay?"
The girl turns around then and begins to walk away, trying her hardest to keep the tears to herself, but she can't help but let a few fall as she turns the corner and disappears from Scott's vision.
TEEN WOLF
Nolan sits at the lunch table, slowly unpacking his lunch when Isaac sits down across from him and smiles. Nolan furrows his brow and says cautiously, "Can I help you?"
"How are you?" Isaac asks a little too happily.
"I'm fine… can I help you?"
"How are things with you and your sister?"
Nolan tilts his head, "You don't care about me and my sister. What do you want, Isaac?"
"What? I can't just ask about your super crazy, oddly dramatic life? We're friends, I'm allowed to ask," Isaac insists.
"Isaac, in the last year and a half that I've been in Beacon Hills I cannot think of one time that you and I have had a conversation, just the two of us. You've never even feigned interest in my life, why are you suddenly trying it out now?"
The werewolf sighs, "Okay, fine, you win. I need to talk to you about Camilla."
"I shoulda guessed."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Uh, it means that you're sickly obsessed with your ex-girlfriend and I should have known the only reason you wanted to talk to me is because I'm her best friend and I'm the person to most likely know whatever it is you want to know. So what do you want to know?"
Running a hand through his curly hair Isaac says, "This morning, I was trying to talk to Camilla about… well, us, obviously, and she was texting and then all of a sudden she just said she had to go and walked away and then I saw that prick Isaiah walking in the same direction she was walking and I guess I was wondering if she and him have been, like, shacking up?"
Nolan sighs and sets down the peanut butter sandwich he was about to take a bite of, "Okay, I'm going to be honest with you, Camilla is a ridiculous flirt. She flirts with everyone. She flirts with me and I'm about as gay as they come. She flirts with Isaiah, yes, but she's not all heart eye emoji for him. She's heart eye emoji for you."
"But this morning…"
"This morning," Nolan interrupts, "Camilla was texting me to find out where I was because she had just gotten her acceptance letter to USF – which she'd been waiting to get for months. She was trying to find me so we could have a thirty second dance party before AP English."
"But Isaiah…"
"Isaiah," Nolan interrupts again, "doesn't even have Camilla's number, as far as I know. I mean, you do realize it's 2015 don't you? We live in a digital age, Isaac. 327,577,520-some people have cellphones. Chances are he was texting one of them."
"Why do you know that number?"
"Who won the World Series in 1988?"
"The Dodgers."
"Why do you know that?"
Isaac scratches the back of his neck, "Okay, yeah, fair enough."
"You two talkin' about Camilla?" Stiles asks as he sits down beside Nolan.
"What else would they be talking about?" Lydia counters, "All their common interests? Camilla is the only thing they have in common."
"See," Nolan says, "it doesn't make sense for us to interact."
Scott sits down next, right beside Isaac and begins unpacking his lunch pulling out a green apple and taking a large bite. He sighs and when Lydia asks why he's so glum the boy replies, "Violet dumped me."
"Why?" Stiles asks.
Nolan, Lydia, and Isaac all snap their heads to stare at Stiles – this being the first time he's spoken to Scott in front of them in months.
"She was pissed that I was going to Michigan and she was like wigging out about Allison too, so she just…"
"Allison?" Nolan asks, "Why was she worried about Allison?"
Scott swallows hard and says, "Well, it's Allison. Anyone I date should be worried about her."
"Limerence," Lydia sighs.
"What?" Scott asks.
"A state of mind that results from a romantic attraction to another person and typically includes obsessive thoughts and fantasies and a desire to form or maintain a relationship with the object of love and have one's feelings reciprocated," the banshee tells him, "sort of seems like you have Limerence."
"I'm hardly limerence-y," Scott protests.
"You're a total limerencer," Stiles quips.
Just then Scott's phone vibrates on the table and his eyes widen, "It's Coach Moore. Coach Moore who is Violet's big, protective brother just texted me and asked me to meet him in the locker room. What does he want?"
"Go and find out," Isaac shrugs.
"Right… Right. I'll just go and see what he wants."
"And remember," Nolan says, "if he gets all physical, you've got werewolf powers."
"Excellent point," Scott smiles as he gets up from the table and walks away. When the boy is out of earshot Lydia turns and looks at Stiles.
"Since when are you speaking to him again?"
Standing in line to get chicken nuggets, Camilla is merrily listening in to two sophomores talking about the struggles of having a boyfriend. If only these little bitches knew about werewolves, she thinks to herself as she watches one of the lunch ladies put a helping of French fries on her plate.
"Can I ask you a question?" a voice from behind her asks, the black haired girl turns her head and see Jackson with a tray in his hands looking at her like an angry, lost puppy.
"You just did," she answers flatly.
Ignoring her comment, Jackson asks, "Are Nolan and I over?"
"Why are you asking me this question?"
"Who else would I ask?"
"Um, maybe perhaps the boy you're in a relationship with?" Camilla retorts.
Jackson rolls his eyes, "You're his person or whatever, you know what's going on in his head better than he does – so I ask again, are Nolan and I over?"
Lunch Lady Mae puts four chicken nuggets on Camilla's plate and smiles happily at the girl, Camilla shoots a smile back and says, "Listen Jack-Off Bitchmore, you can ask your question as much as you want, but if I remember Nolan and I's drunken bathroom conversation prom night – and I just barely do – I was part of the reason you two got into this gay lover's quarrel in the first place. So I ask again, why are you asking me about this?"
Jackson lets out a big sigh, "Because you're his person. He needs you. He told me once that the reason he loved you was because you were there for him when I wasn't. You're his rock and whether you admit it or not, he's yours. So just tell me if he's said anything about the two of us being done done."
Camilla rolls her eyes, "I want you to know that I hate you and I hate this conversation, but no. He hasn't said anything about you guys being totally over. He thinks that you're right on the edge though and he's waiting for a strong wind to push you guys one way or the other."
"Thank you."
"And for what it's worth, and if you ever mention this ever I'll exercise my impeccable hunter abilities, I think you guys should be together."
"Really?"
"I've enjoyed your candor, but now I need to go pretend like I didn't just endure the worst four and a half minutes of my life."
TEEN WOLF
"Okay, who dares to follow Camilla's shudder-inducing monologue?" Ms. Palmer calls out as Camilla takes her seat, a smile beaming on her face.
As she plops down next to Nolan, the boy leans over to her.
"If anyone can pull off psycho serial killer, it's definitely you," he chuckles, shoving a pencil behind his ear.
"I figured that would be the most convincing. I definitely couldn't pull off a whiny Taylor Swift-esque monologue like half of the bimbos in here."
Nolan shakes his head and watches as Scott marches up to the center of the room, apparently having volunteered to be the next victim.
"Um, I'm not really too comfortable with the lines yet, so I'm going to read off this paper.." Scott tells the class shakily, with a giddiness in his voice.
"Go for it, brother," Ms. Palmer eggs him on.
Clearing his throat, Scott begins.
"I remember the first time I saw you. You were sweaty, well, we both were. Your face was all red, not from being embarrassed, but because you were really focused on those weights. You didn't even notice me standing there, I was impressed, and I'm pretty sure my jaw was on the ground."
A questioning look crosses over Ms. Palmer's face as Scott continues.
"But then you saw me, and I'm more than sure my face turned even redder. You looked sort of pissed off, kind of like the face you make when your mother calls you. I took that as a sign I should leave, and man, do I regret that. I remember going home, my hair still wet from the gym showers, and you were on my mind. Why didn't I just say hi?"
Scott flips the page and looks around with a sly smile as he does.
"But, as fate would have it, you walked right back into my life. Literally. Don't you remember? You were late for our first staff meeting, your hair was all rustled from the wind, but I remember I couldn't stop staring, just like everyone else."
With these last few words, Ms. Palmer sits up in her seat, the questioning look even broader on her face. Scott peeks over and her and his smile widens.
"I knew on that day that I was smitten. The way you corrected Mr. Jones, not even caring that he was already mad at you for being late. Putting up with me staring at you the whole time, your face got red a lot then, too. And afterwards, I made sure to shuffle my papers a lot, to take up enough time so you would have to walk right by me. Do you remember the question I asked you? It was such a silly little line, I think I was pretty flustered at that point, but I knew I had to say something. And as you walked by me, your blue dress swishing as you moved, I said, 'Come here often?'"
With that, Ms. Palmer's face contorts with surprise, but before she can even react her door bursts open. Standing with a smile as big as the sky is Mr. Moore, who carries on Scott's monologue as he moves toward Ms. Palmer.
"And now, after many dates, many more times at the gym where you proved to me you're stronger than you look, and many meetings later, I have one more question for you."
The man gets down on his knee whilst swiftly pulling out a box from his back pocket. He looks up at his girlfriend and asks, "Will you marry me?"
As tears stream down her face, and her hands move to her mouth in surprise, she nods excitedly before being able to muster the word "Yes."
They meet each other half way and find themselves in a kiss full of happiness, passion, and excitement. The class erupts in applause and cheers as the two break away and the man places a beautiful diamond on Ms. Palmer's left ring finger.
"Scott, you get an A plus," she laughs while wiping her tears of joy away.
"I told you you'd do great, kid," Mr. Moore adds, knowing he only gave Scott a short amount of time to prepare.
Scott smiles as he heads back to his desk and, at least for the moment, all is okay in his life.
TEEN WOLF
"They broke up?" Allison asks from where she sits at the head of her bed in her and her father's old apartment. It felt good to be living here again, if even her dad was gone.
"That's what Harley was telling me in AP Bio," Lydia replies as she finishes getting her hair into a milkmaid braid, "she said she saw the whole thing go down and that Scott didn't even put up half a fight to keep her."
"So they're just done? Poof, just like that?"
"That's what I'm saying."
"And Scott hasn't mentioned anything?"
"He said something about it at lunch…"
"What did he say?" Allison questions.
Lydia sighs, "He said she dumped him for two reasons. One, he's going to Michigan for college and two, you."
"Me?"
"You."
"Like you as in me?"
"Yes."
"Me, Allison?"
"Okay, I'm not going to keep telling you yes all afternoon."
Allison raises her eyebrows, "Why was I a reason?"
"Because you two are Scott and Allison. You're a love story for the ages, and I mean, Violet only knew the human half of it. If she knew all the supernatural elements of your guys' love life… man alive she would have dumped him ages ago."
Allison smiles, "Do you think maybe he still loves me?"
"Oh boy…"
"What?"
"You're suffering from Limerence too," the red haired girl informs her friend, rolling her eyes.
"What is that?"
"Google it. Can we talk about something else?"
Allison giggles, "Want to talk about Stiles' dad catching the two of you in the act?"
"I'd rather die of cholera," Lydia retorts.
Allison lets out a rumbling belly laugh, "I'm sorry but I can't stop imagining how awkward Stiles was when that happened… or god how bad his father must have been… oh my god, the Stilinski men are just ridiculous men."
"Try being in love with one of them and then talk to me about ridiculousness."
Allison looks at the time on her phone and shows it to Lydia, "You should probably head over to Derek's… don't want to be late for babysitting Fran."
"No, we wouldn't want that," Lydia agrees, standing up, "seriously though, google Limerence and then don't go looking for Scott even though that's exactly what you'll end up doing, so I don't know why I'm even wasting my breath."
Allison watches as Lydia's lilac colored skirt flows behind her as she walks out of the room and when the girl hears the apartment door shut she grabs her laptop and types in 'Limerence,' and begins reading.
"Infatuated love?"
TEEN WOLF
Cracking her knuckles and earning a glare from an old lady seated at the bar, Camilla waits at the local diner, having just ordered food for her night with Nolan.
The seconds tick by as she watches the diner workers bustle around, filling orders and pouring coffee.
Without warning, a warm hand is placed on her shoulder and she jumps, spinning around to spot Isaiah.
"Oh, hey," she greets him, her voice a bit shaky from being snuck-up on and since she had a bit of a crush on the man.
"Hey there. Getting a burger to munch on?" he asks, making conversation as his face spreads into a gentle smile. The hand he used to reach out to Camilla is placed in the pocket of his leather jacket.
"Uh, yeah, something like that," she answers, not wanting to reveal her true selection of a grilled cheese.
"Great minds think alike," he winks as he moves towards the register to place his order.
After he finishes conferring with one of the waitresses, he turns back to Camilla, his smile returning.
"Got any big plans for the night?" he questions, grabbing a toothpick from the counter and sticking it into his mouth.
"Not really, just getting drunk with my pal Nolan," Camilla tells him bluntly, making him chuckle.
"Sounds like a good time. I'm sure you're a pretty interesting drunk person, I mean, you're pretty great sober…" he flirts, his eyes locked on Camilla's.
"I've gotten stellar reviews, you should check out my Yelp page. Just search 'drunk Camilla,'" she smiles sweetly.
Isaiah laughs and shakes his head, "That or I could just experience it in person and then leave my own review."
A voice comes from behind Camilla, saying, "You know, Isaiah, it's really not your scene. Plus, isn't that sort of illegal? Right, Camilla?"
The brunette looks behind her at Isaac and clenches her jaw. Before she can speak, her name is called, signifying that her order is ready.
Shaking her head and storming up to the counter, she grabs her bag of food.
Passing both Isaiah and Isaac she says, "I'd love to stay and chat, but I'm not in the mood for a sausage fest tonight."
With that, she stomps out the door, steam practically coming out of her ears.
She almost immediately hears the door open behind her as she heads to her car.
"Isaac, not now," she yells, not even turning around to look who it was, she could just tell.
"Camilla, wait, I want to talk to you!" he shouts back, catching up with her in an instant right as she makes it to her car.
She pulls out her keys angrily, ignoring him. The jerk out of her pocket is too forceful and she sends the keys flying, much to her dismay. With the speed of a werewolf, Isaac intercepts them and holds them out of her reach.
"Isaac, seriously, give them to me," Camilla commands, holding out the hand that didn't have the bag.
"Will you just listen to me for one minute?" he roars, his voice angrier than he wanted it to be. It's effective however, because Camilla's shoulders relax and her hand awaiting the keys falls to her side. She gives him a look as if telling him to go on.
"Why didn't you tell me you got into USF?" he asks, his voice a lot softer and gentler than before.
She sighs and runs her free hand through her hair, "I don't know Isaac, I just found out this morning and—"
"Yeah, you found out when I was right next to you," he interrupts. "Was that not an opportunity to tell me?"
"No! It wasn't! I had JUST found out; I got the text from my dad telling me, and when you broke up with me you lost the right to be the first person I told. Now that person is Nolan," she tells him with a sadness in her voice and her eyes.
Isaac looks at her, biting his lip as he feels the power of her words.
"I don't want it to be like that, Camilla," he begins. "I know we have our issues, but I want to work on them, okay? I know I don't deserve it, I really don't, but you know me and you know I won't give up. I don't know what's going on between you and Isaiah—"
"Nothing, Issac! Nothing is going on!" Camilla says, taking her turn to interrupt. "And I know he wants something, and fuck, for a minute there I did too. You hurt me! You can't just leave people in the dust when they do something you don't like. Literally, you left me in the dust in that damn parking lot."
Continuing her rant, she says, "And you can't just decide when you want to love me. I love you Isaac, I haven't stopped loving you. But you did. What are you, a fucking faucet? If I wanted to date a sink I'd go to the goddamn Home Depot and buy one there! I can't just wait around for you to turn back on! I won't do it to myself."
Rare tears flood from the girl's eyes as she takes a deep breath, her words hanging in the air. Isaac takes a step closer and puts his hand on her arm.
"You don't have to. I never stopped loving you either, I just… I don't know, I needed a break for a while. So much happened and we never really got to focus on us and our relationship. It was all about the next big bad guy coming to take us out. As much as I wanted to be ready for my relationship with you, I just wasn't, and I'm sorry that I gave up. I shouldn't have done that to you, but Camilla, I know that now. And I know I want nothing else than to be yours. Can we, I don't know, just go somewhere and talk?"
Camilla looks around, considering his offer, trying to keep the tears from flowing.
"I can't tonight, I've got plans with Nolan already, hence the big bag of diner food," she responds, biting her lip, afraid to say no.
Looking rejected, Isaac's shoulders fall and his face turns gloomy.
"But hey, we're drinking tonight and so I probably shouldn't drive home, and I really don't want to sleep in the same house as Nolan's sister, so maybe you could come pick me up afterwards or something. You could take me home or we could talk or…"
Smiling softly, Isaac nods.
"Yeah, just call me then, okay?"
"Okay," Camilla answers, smiling back. After a beat she asks, "Can I get my keys now, please?"
"Oh, right. Sorry," the boy replies, handing the keys over as they jingle from the movement. Camilla unlocks her car and sets the food inside.
Isaac begins to walk towards his own car as Camilla calls out, "I'll see you later, okay?"
"See you later," Isaac affirms.
TEEN WOLF
Stiles sits across from Scott at the dinner table. The boy's palms are sweating like crazy, which is dumb – he's eaten dinner at this table hundreds of times in his life, yet for some reason tonight's dinner feels like he's about to be interviewed by Barbara Walters.
"How was school today, Stiles," Melissa asks as she passes him the mashed potatoes.
Before grabbing the bowl, Stiles wipes his hand on his jeans, "It was schooly. You know, teachers and chalk boards and loads of information that won't actually help me in the real world."
"And your day, Scott?" Stiles' dad asks.
"Same as Stiles'," Scott replies with a crooked smile, "only, ya know, I helped Coach Moore propose to Ms. Palmer."
"Oh, that's so sweet!" Melissa says, "How'd you do it?"
"Okay, this… this is weird," Stiles says flatly, "I mean, don't get me wrong I appreciate the whole family unit thing you guys got goin' on here, but it's weird. It's like watching Leave It To Beaver or something and it just… it makes my stomach hurt honestly."
"Stiles…" the older Stilinski begins.
"He's right," Scott says, stepping in to defend his friend, "I don't know why we're eating pot roast. In the last fifteen years I don't think you've made a pot roast once, mom. In fact I can't really remember the last time you cooked."
"Scott Eduardo McCall," Melissa begins, "I can cook!"
"I know that you can," Scott replies, "I'm just saying you don't frequently cook. I mean, Stiles knows. Whenever he's been here in the past you're either coming home at dinner time from a shift at the hospital with some takeout or you're at the hospital so Stiles and I have to order in."
"He's right," Stiles laughs, "no offense, Melissa, but you aren't exactly the stay-at-home type."
At the end of the table Stiles' dad begins to laugh.
"What do you think is so funny, Mr. I Could Burn Cereal? Did you know the second week your dad was living here he somehow managed to burn a quesadilla in the microwave? Yeah, we had to open up every window in the house the place was so smokey – and we had to replace the microwave."
"Daaaaaad…"
The Ex-Sheriff perks up in his chair, "You're not one to talk Stiles, remember the Easy Mac fiasco of '09?"
"We swore we would never talk about this for the rest of eternity," Stiles says.
"In the microwave. No water. Fire department called. That's all I'm sayin'."
Stiles shakes his head and laughs along with Melissa and Scott, "I hate you and I hate that story."
Melissa takes a sip of her iced tea and says, "If you think that story is bad, you haven't heard about the time Scott and his grandmother thought that you could microwave ice cream for ten minutes to make the whole thing melty…"
TEEN WOLF
Deputy Ben Hunt and Sheriff Donna Lamb stand in the interrogation room while the hooker sits at the table taking one long drag after another off of her cigarette, "I mean, I never ever thought that Lucy would end up dead as hell," she says, sounding like Tai from Clueless, as she shakily takes another drag.
"We're sorry for your loss," Ben says as he looks at Donna from the corner of his eye, "do you remember anything about the guy? Any distinguishing features?"
"I mean, Lucy wasn't even that pretty… like what would have happened if it woulda been me? Ya know? I coulda would up all Silence of the Lambs with my skin cut off and… ugh, what a disaster."
"Listen, miss… Ginger, was it?" Sheriff Lamb asks.
"Yeah, but that's just my street name. My real name is Chanterelle DeGroote."
"Chanterelle… like the mushroom?" Lamb asks.
Chanterelle furrows her brow and frowns, "What you got against my name, bitch?"
"I would refrain from calling the Sheriff a bitch, ma'am," Ben suggests.
The woman rolls her eyes, "Whatever, okay, look, I got a clear shot of what the fucker looked like, okay? I mean he was hot as the summer, but he had that look in his eye… like his dick was probably weird."
"Do you think you could describe him to a sketch artist?" Lamb asks the hooker.
The woman nods and smiles, "Well, yeah! I can talk to, like, anybody."
Ben and the Sheriff exchange a glance, feeling like they may be headed in the right direction to catch this perp.
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"Sharpay was CLEARLY the best female character, no questions asked! So much sass, and so much more ass than Gabriela! She said it herself, she's fabulous!" Camilla slurs, her voice loud and her glass raised high in the air for effect.
"Whatever, whatever! Why are we even discussing this anymore?" Nolan whines, slumping back in his seat and throwing a piece of lime on the table in front of him.
"Good question," Annaliese states, placing her own lime on the table, rather than throwing it.
"I was just defending my girl," Camilla shrugs taking a long gulp from her cup. "I am LOYAL."
"You're also LOUD," Nolan yells, covering his ears as emphasis.
"Sorry I don't talk like I have an angel taking a nap on my tongue!" she spits back.
"I do not talk like that! If anything I have a demon on my tongue since—"
"Nolan, I think we should just stop the arguing, huh?" Annaliese warns him, her eyes flickering over to their guest, and Annaliese's boyfriend, Spencer.
"Yeah, okay, fine," he mutters quietly, his face turning red from the alcohol and the embarrassment.
"Let's play a game," Camilla suggests.
"Like what?" Annaliese asks curiously.
"It's really fun, I love it. It's called, "Let's Get More Wasted". I'll go first!" With that, the girl stands up and pads into the kitchen where the liquor was roosted.
The rest of the group laughs and watches her leave.
"You know, that sounds like a fun game, I think I'll grab another beer. You want anything, babe?" Spencer asks as he rises from his chair, an empty bottle in his hand.
"No, I'm good. I might head to bed soon, actually," she replies, stretching her arms over her head and yawning.
"Who knew my sister was such a pussy," Nolan chimes in as he takes a small sip of his own drink.
"Nolan, please, that's still your first drink, and I've had two margaritas and a beer."
Nolan scoffs, "I had a shot of tequila just a second ago!"
In the kitchen, Camilla bends over in front of the open fridge, looking for something to mix with her vodka.
"Coming through," Spencer calls out to her just as he slides in the range of the fridge right next to her to grab a beer. Within such a small space, his body presses up against hers, with his lower half pretty much in her face.
Standing stiffly, Camilla doesn't move until he backs away. She shuts the fridge door with empty hands.
"I think Nolan used the last Sprite for his drink," Spencer reveals, noticing the annoyed look on her face.
"Figures. Oh well, I'll just take some shots or something," she mumbles, grabbing the bottle of vodka.
"You could have a couple of my beers. I like to share," Spencer smiles at her, uncapping his own beer and taking a swig.
"I'm good, beer sucks."
Spencer chuckles, "You know, if you broadened your horizons, you might find something you like. Hell, you might even love it."
Camilla eyes him warily, uncomfortable with the way he looks at her.
"My horizons are fine. I've tried beer, I didn't like it. Tequila is more Nolan's thing than mine. So I choose vodka," she tells him, her voice firm.
"Well, some things you have to go back to and try again. You can't just give up on something, it takes time to really appreciate what you've got going," he responds, his face turning serious.
"Eh, not tonight," she shrugs, turning to leave. As she heads back to the table, she texts Nolan.
Spencer is freaking weird.
The boy reads his message and looks up at Camilla, nodding his head and mouthing "I know."
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Lydia paces anxiously as she listens to the phone ring. Finally, Allison picks up.
"Allison, help," she blurts before Allison can finish saying "Hello."
"What's wrong?" Allison asks, concerned.
"The baby. It won't stop crying. No matter what I do. It's not hungry, its diaper is clean, it doesn't want to rock in the chair, I don't know what to do."
Allison laughs, "Well, first, stop calling her an it. Did you burp her?"
"Yes! I did everything! She won't stop! Do you hear her?" Lydia holds the phone away from her ear and towards the crying baby.
"Yeah, she sounds sort of like you when you go all banshee on us," Allison jokes.
"This is not a joking matter, Argent! Get over here now!"
"Are you sure Erica and Derek will be okay with that?" the brunette responds, biting a fingernail.
"I'm sure they would be okay with it considering if you don't come here this baby's vocal chords are going to be destroyed by the time they get back!"
"Okay, okay, I'll be there soon," Allison assures her.
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"Will alcohol affect my breastmilk even if I metabolize it, like, a thousand times faster than humans?" Erica wonders out loud, eyeing the wine menu.
"I never ever thought I would hear those words uttered from your mouth," Derek responds.
"Yeah well did you ever think I would pop your baby out either?" she questions him, giving him a look full of humor.
"True," he replies. Erica laughs and closes the menu.
"It's not like it matters, I'm not 21, I won't even get drunk unless I drink about 10 bottles, and it's overpriced anyways," she shrugs.
"This whole place is overpriced," Derek scoffs, eyeing his own menu.
"Tell me about it. You probably get more food at the diner for half as much as this stuff costs," Erica adds. "We should've just gone there."
Meeting his girlfriend's eyes, Derek asks, "Do you want to?"
"Are you serious?" Erica replies, her eyes wide.
"Well, yeah, if you are," he tells her.
"Hell yes." The words are barely out of her mouth before she is standing with her purse over her shoulder. The two stroll out of the restaurant and Derek takes Erica's hand.
"And this is why I let you have my baby," he says, kissing the top of her head and pulling the blonde closer.
"Ha, let me!"
Derek grins at her and then two head toward their car.
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Nolan and Camilla sit on Nolan's couch with Grey's Anatomy playing on the TV, though neither one is watching.
"Whoa, when did you start growing boobs? Right out of the womb?" Nolan exclaims as he scrolls through old pictures of Camilla on her Facebook.
"Shut up, you look like a demon in this picture!" she says as she thrusts her phone towards him, showing a picture of Nolan as a chubby little boy.
"Well, I mean…" Nolan shrugs.
"Oh my God, you ARE a demon!" Camilla remembers and bursts out laughing.
The two erupt into enormous bouts of laughter until their faces are red and they can't breathe anymore.
"I think… I might… Pee my… Pants," Camilla says in between deep breaths.
"OH MY GOD!" Nolan shouts, looking at his phone.
"What? How ugly was I? What picture is it?" Camilla shouts back, climbing over to him and trying to wrestle his phone away.
"Camilla, no, not a picture! And shh, my sister is asleep!" he tells her, shoving her off and back onto her side of the couch.
The girl settles back down and rolls her eyes, "Your sister is passed out, dude. She handles her alcohol about as good as you do, and she had a lot more than you."
"I guess it's a Hayes thing, but seriously though, Jackson just texted me."
Camilla snorts, "So what? Did he find another Doctor Who to fall in love with?"
Nolan glares at his friend, "Low blow, but no. He just told me he's outside and wants to talk."
"Fuck like right now?" Camilla questions, sitting up and trying to peep out the window. "Shit! His car is here!"
"I'll just tell him I can't because I'm with you…" Nolan says, typing on his phone.
"No! Dude, go! As much as I hate Jaw Faker, you need some action and you need to figure your shit out."
"Jaw Faker?" Nolan asks, his brow furrowed.
"Yeah, like Jaw Breaker, only his jaw is literally fake. I swear to God," Camilla tells him shaking her head.
"Oh. Good one," Nolan laughs.
"Yeah I know, I'm great. But if you don't get your skinny ass off this couch I will set you on fire," Camilla warns, nudging Nolan with her foot which was clad in a fuzzy sock.
"Okay, don't do that, please. I'm going," he tells her, standing up and stretching. "But what about you? You shouldn't drive and I don't know when I'll be back."
"I'm fine, I'll just call Isaac and have him come get me," Camilla says, turning back to her phone.
"Wait what? You two are… good? He was just freaking out about you at lunch!"
Camilla shrugs, "I don't know, I ran into him at the diner and he wants to talk so I said he could come get me after you passed out."
Nolan gasps, "You thought I would pass out?"
"Nolan, please, you always pass out. And then I have to call Allison or someone to give me a ride because I'm not sleeping here."
"Fair enough," Nolan says, moving towards the door to put on his shoes.
"Be safe kid," Camilla warns him, giving him a salute with her hand as he turns the doorknob.
"I always am," he smiles, blowing her a kiss goodbye.
He shuts the door and Camilla looks around, already feeling uncomfortable. She raises herself off the couch and puts her own shoes on before heading out into the chilly night.
She wraps one arm around herself to keep warm and uses the other to hold her phone up to her ear as she dials Isaac.
Suddenly, something grabs her from behind, knocking the phone out of her hand. She fights back, but the stranger has a firm grip on her and covers her mouth with a cloth. She feels her strength fade and the captor slowly lowers her to the ground. Her vision blurs but she is able to watch as a figure grabs her phone, presses the end button, and then proceeds to stomp on it.
The person turns back to her right before she succumbs to the darkness, and in the pale light of the streetlamp she recognizes her attacker.
Spencer.
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