( second chance at first line )
Over the weekend, Elle had to work and explaining to her manager why she was wearing sunglasses inside (It was clearly because of migraines, Maggie!) was not a fun experience.
Sometimes she really hated her job. Well, less her job and more the customers. Working in retail was a nightmare that Elle really could have done without in that Saturday morning.
She had gotten lucky, however. One of her colleagues could tell she was suffering and let her go for a bathroom break where she had tactically thrown up to make herself feel better. Within an hour she was functioning perfectly well. Still couldn't stop her annoyance for complaining customers though.
When Monday had rolled around, it was rather quiet. Most people were consumed with the gossip of what happened at the party on Friday. It seemed that a party at the start of the term was exactly what the students needed. And what they need, Lydia was happy to give them.
Near the end of through the week, Isabelle had skipped watching lacrosse practice as she had to help tutor some guy in Chemistry. She figured if she slotted it in at the same time she could escape from the cold weather and stay inside the heated buildings.
However, Lydia soon came and found her, making sure to throw a very vocal bitch fit about Scott McCall. He had somehow injured Jackson during training which did not sit well with either of the girls.
During Math, both she and Scott were called to the front to solve the problems presented on the chalk board. "Why is there a rumour going around that you're not playing tomorrow?"
After practice in the morning the day before, and the threat from Derek later that night, Scott had tried to persuade coach to let him off of playing the game that weekend due to his lack of self-control over his transformation into a werewolf but that was not a success.
Of course, Isabelle had no idea about this and neither did Lydia or Allison or Jackson or Coach or anyone else apart from him, Derek and Stiles.
Speaking of Stiles, neither Isabelle nor Stiles had talked to each other since the party where they had a little moment (If you could call it that. Isabelle wouldn't but Stiles really would) and while Elle hadn't really cared, Stiles had been furious with himself (and Scott) for having to leave her, especially because she was half dressed.
He had ranted all the way back home to Scott when he picked him up the next day after the full moon. He was saying how he was 'missing his shot' and he 'totally had a chance with her', in which Scott reminded him that she was intoxicated.
"'Cause I'm sort of not," Scott shrugged and sighed facing her fed up of the argument he hadn't even had yet that was about to come from her.
"I think you sort of are," corrected Elle, "Especially when you brutally injure one of my best friends by ramming into him."
Scott stopped his concentration on the board and turned to face the short girl, "He brutally injured himself by ramming into me." He hated how Jackson was always the perfect guy and it was never his fault.
"Jackson's gonna play tomorrow. But he's not going to be at his peak, and Lydia prefers her boyfriend at peak performance, so I'm just warning you now, Lydia is going to talk to you as well today- well I say talk but I don't think you really get a choice."
"Okay?" Scott didn't really see the point in any of this, it was a simple injury and Jackson will heal over time.
"Lydia dates the captain of the winning lacrosse team, and if they start off the season losing, Lydia dates the captain of the losing lacrosse team. Lydia doesn't date losers- and you don't have to put up with her whining," Elle shuddered at just the thought of Lydia whining about how Jackson was losing his touch.
She carried on with the problem and finished it just needing to right the answer down before she could leave.
"Losing one game isn't going to kill anyone." Scott stated turning to look at her again, "In fact, it might even save someone," he hissed to himself more than the female next to him and turned to solve his problem again.
"Fine! Don't play," she turned back to face him flicking her hair, "We'll probably win anyway. Then we'll go out after, like we were planning- and I'll introduce Allison to all the hot players on the team." And with one final flick of her hair, she set the chalk down, brushed her hands and walked off, finishing the conversation.
"Mr McCall, you're not even close to finishing your problem," the teacher reminded him sighing with annoyance at how long some students can take.
"Tell me about it,"
Scott was putting the lock through his locker when Stiles suddenly grabbed him, "Hey, come here."
"What?" He was pushed behind the wall out of sight.
"Come here. Tell me what they're saying. Can you hear 'em?" Stiles pointed at two cops conversing with the school's principal, further down the hall.
"I want everyone under the age of 18 to be in their home by 9:30 p.m. We'd like to institute the curfew, effective immediately." Sheriff Stilinski demanded.
"Look, we don't-" the principle started but Scott tuned out the rest.
"Curfew because of the body." Stiles lets go and throws his hands up in exasperation.
"Unbelievable. My dad's out looking for a rabid animal, while the jerk-off who actually killed the girl is just hangin' out, doing whatever he wants."
"Well, you can't exactly tell your dad the truth about Derek."
"I can do something."
"Like what?"
"Find the other half of the body." And with that, Stiles walked off.
"Are you kidding?" He spoke to himself. Signing he turned around, spotting four people stood together down the hallway. Allison, Isabelle, Lydia and a random Lacrosse player. Isabelle's words from earlier about introducing Allison to all the new hot players flashed back in his mind as he started walking towards them using his wolf hearing to help.
"This is Allison," Lydia introduced.
"Hi, nice to meet you,"
"She's the new girl, she's just moved here," explained Elle.
"Oh, how do you like it?"
"I like it."
When they spotted Scott near them, Lydia and Elle pulled the Lacrosse teammate away and walked off, leaving the two alone.
"So, Lydia and Isabelle are introducing you to everyone?"
"They're being so unbelievably nice to me,"
"I wonder why."
"Maybe they get how much being the new girl can suck," said Allison, and Scott only just noticed the jacket in her arms. The jacket from the party they went to together.
"Where did you get that?"
"My jacket? It was in my locker. I think Lydia or Elle brought it back from the party for me, they have my combination-"
"Did they say they brought it back, or did somebody give it to them?" questioned Scott.
"Like who?"
"Like Derek!" exclaimed Scott, getting very nervous.
"Your friend?"
"He's not my friend! How much did he talk to you when he drove you home?"
"Mmm, not much at all, why?"
"What did you say?" Scott was becoming more and more desperate by this point.
"I- gotta get to class" Allison was becoming slightly scared of how persistent Scott was about her jacket and Derek.
"Allison-"
"No, I really have to go." And she walked off.
Stiles and Scott were at the hospital when Scott had to break away to sneak into the morgue.
"Good luck I guess," Stiles was walking past a waiting room when he spotted Lydia and Elle in two of the chairs. Doing a double-take, he panicked and leant across a desk that was against a wall, looking over a few times before plucking up the courage to talk to them. His heart was pounding and he found himself slightly short of breath out of his nerves to talk.
"Hey, Elle. You probably don't remember me. Um, I sit behind you in Biology and-um I'm your neighbour. Uh, anyway, I always thought that we just had this kind of connection. Unspoken, of course. Maybe it'd be kind of cool to, get to know each other a little better?"
"Hold on, give me a second." Lydia spoke before taking out her Bluetooth earpiece and nudging Elle. "Oi, Jeep boy is talking to you"
Elle pulled down her hood and turned to Lydia, taking out her earphones in the process and pausing the music on her phone. "What?"
"Ugh, he's talking to you." She jerked her thumb in Stiles' direction, him going beet red when he realised he said that whole thing in public and neither of them heard it.
"Yeah, sorry I didn't get any of what you just said, can you repeat it?" Elle asked, trying to be polite, and ignoring the disgusted and surprised look Lydia was giving her.
"No, sorry. I'll just sit-you don't care,"
"Are you sure?" Elle asked as he went to sit down. Stiles nodded strongly as his confidence plummeted and he was thoroughly embarrassed. Jackson then came out of the doctors room.
Isabelle stood up, stepping toward her friend. "How is it feeling? Are you in pain?"
"Did they do it?" Lydia interrupted her friend.
Jackson looked to Elle and gave a wounded smile, "Hurts like a bitch but I can cope with it." Jackson turned to his girlfriend, "He says not to make a habit of it, but one cortisone shot won't kill me." Jackson explained.
"You should get one right before the game too. The pros do it all the time. You want to be a little high school amateur? Or-do you want to go-pro?" Lydia asked, before snogging him. Elle was ignored through this and turned away spotting Stiles staring at her. He blushed and turned back around but not before seeing Elle smile at him then giggled when he turned away.