Holy crap, I can't believe it's been two months since I last updated this! I am SOOOOOO sorry for being so late! I promise the next update won't take so long to get out. But anyway, here's chapter 18 of Awake and Alive!
After parking his jeep in the Henderson's driveway, Stiles grabbed the little blue box with a white bow on top that was sitting on the passenger seat and got out. There was a little hop in his step as he walked up the front porch. He knocked on the door three times and waited for someone to answer. The door opened, revealing a professional looking Terri. She smiled when she saw her daughter's boyfriend.
"Good morning, Stiles," she greeted.
"Morning, Mrs. Henderson," Stiles smiled back, "Is the birthday girl up yet? I figured I'd take her to school today since I have something small planned for her afterwards."
"Well, how sweet of you. She's still up in her room. If she's still asleep, well, then you know what to do."
The boy clicked his tongue and winked before stepping inside the house. He waved hello to Kurt and Zach on his way up the stairs to Natalie's room. Just like Terri suspected, the redhead was snoring away in her bed. Stiles smiled to himself. It was nice to see her get some sort of decent sleep for once. Although he wondered how long she had been out for. Probably not that long, which made him feel uneasy.
Stiles shook that bad feeling away before tiptoeing in, placing the box on the dresser, and then pouncing on Natalie. She instantly woke up at the sudden intrusion.
"Ow!" she yelped, "Stiles, what the fuck?!"
"You say it's your birthday!" Stiles sang loudly, "Duhnuhnuhnuh! It's my birthday, too! Duhnuhnuhnuh!" Natalie groaned in annoyance but Stiles ignored it as he kissed her cheek. "Happy birthday, babe."
"Thank you," Natalie mumbled, "Can you get your butt off of me now? You're crushing me to death!"
She pushed Stiles off, causing him to fall on the floor. Instead of getting out of bed, Natalie pulled the covers back over her head. Stiles tried to yank them away but that just led into a tug-a-war, which the redhead won. Then Rocky waddled into the room and Stiles's lips turned into an evil smirk. He picked the puppy up and held him in front of Natalie's face.
"Ah!" she squealed as Rocky began to lick her face, "No! Not the puppy breath! Ew!" But the Keeshond puppy just barked happily. Sighing, Natalie sat up and took him from Stiles. "It's a good thing you're cute."
"Well, thank you," Stiles said cheekily.
"I was talking about the dog," Natalie said, making her boyfriend glare at her. She rolled her eyes. "But I guess you're alright, too."
"You're damn right I am." Stiles gripped his girlfriend's chin and kissed her deeply. She put Rocky down so she could pull him in closer. The kiss didn't last long before Stiles pulled away. "I know you just woke up and everything, but dude, you really need to do something about that morning breath."
"Screw you," Natalie laughed, pushing him off the bed again.
Her arms stretched out as she sat up, her shirt riding up a little to show a sliver of her skin. Then she got out of bed and went through her closet to pick out her outfit for the day. Since it was her birthday, Natalie decided she wanted to dress up a bit. Finally she pulled out a white sundress and a denim jacket. Nothing too fancy. Besides, when was Natalie ever known for being girly over anything? She guaranteed that there was going to be some kind of stain on her dress by the end of the day.
Once she shed her sleepwear (after making Stiles turn around, which he did with a roll of his eyes), Natalie clasped on a bra then put on her clothes. After she did that, she brushed her teeth, put on deodorant, curled her hair, and applied a little makeup on in silence. Stiles continued to play with Rocky as his girlfriend got ready. It wasn't until she slipped on her necklace she had finally noticed the little blue box on her dresser.
"Hey, what's this?" Natalie asked, picking it up and inspecting it.
"Your first present of the day," Stiles beamed. Both of Natalie's eyebrows rose. "Go ahead and open it."
Slowly, she pulled the ribbon off and then lifted up the lid. What was inside made her breath hitch in her throat. Just her reaction was enough to make Stiles's smile grow wider.
"Oh my god," she gasped, taking out a silver charm bracelet. "Stiles… this is… it's beautiful. It looks pretty expensive, too."
"It wasn't too bad," Stiles shrugged, "I've been saving up money to have it custom made. I came up with the charms myself. See?" He pointed each one out. "Here we have a baseball and bat. Then there's the Red Hot Chili Peppers symbol, which I'm pretty sure was a bitch for them to make."
"Was this one really necessary?" Natalie deadpanned, pointing to the wolf charm.
"Maybe not, but I thought it was pretty funny," Stiles chuckled, "It's kinda like an inside joke." But the redhead continued to look at him like he was an idiot. He stopped laughing and cleared his throat. "Tough crowd. Alright then. But this one right here is my favorite one."
Natalie lifted up the heart charm that had her and Stiles's initials on the front. Then she flipped it over and read the message out loud.
"You know you're in love when you don't wanna go to sleep at night because your life is better than a dream."
"Aw, you're so corny!" Natalie cooed, "I love it, Stiles. Thank you." She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. "Now help me put it on."
Chuckling, Stiles fastened the bracelet around her wrist. "There. Perfect fit." He then cupped his girlfriend's face and kissed her. "I love you, Nat."
"Love you, too. Now let's go before you're late to practice. And normally I'd love to see Finstock scream at you for no reason, but I'm feeling courteous right now so we should get going."
"Remind me again why I love you?" Stiles grumbled as Natalie pushed him out of the room.
"Because I let you grab my ass whenever you want."
And with that, Natalie smacked her boyfriend's rear and they raced down the stairs.
"Hey, are you two ready to eat?" Terri asked as the teenagers entered the teenagers entered the kitchen, "Your breakfast is getting cold."
"Can't stay," Natalie said, "Stiles has lacrosse practice in a half hour and we gotta get there before Coach Finstock throws a bitch fit. But we'll take these to go." She and Stiles grabbed as many pancakes as they could.
"Okay, but remember to meet us at Benihana's at around seven-thirty for your birthday dinner," Terri told her, "You, too, Stiles. Your father's supposed to be there as well."
He gave her a small salute. "Copy that, Mrs. H." He bit into a pancake. "Mmm. Delicious as always."
"You can enjoy your pancakes in the car," Natalie said, pushing Stiles out the house, "Just move your butt out the door." She grabbed her backpack from the floor. "Peace out, muchachos!" Then she shut the door behind her.
By the time Stiles and Natalie bolted into the school building, they were out of breath and ready to pass out on the floor. But they had made it on time so it was all good. They laughed breathlessly as they high-fived each other and praised themselves for being awesome. Stiles wrapped his arm around Natalie's shoulders and she wrapped hers around his waist as they walked to the boys' locker room.
At this point, Natalie had come into the boys' locker room so many times that no one had even bothered to say anything about it. Not like any of them would complain about it anyway, other than Jackson. There was a hot girl in the room guys got undressed in. Who would complain about that? Greenberg certainly wasn't against it. As he had made clear dozens of times. Natalie recalled the many moments when Greenberg flashed his manly bits at her and tried to play it off as an accident. Stiles didn't even have to step in to kick his ass. Natalie had done that on her own.
Has he mentioned how much he loved his badass girlfriend? Well, he needed to start saying that more often.
The couple met up with Scott over by Stiles's locker. With a huge smile, the teen wolf pulled Natalie in for a hug and wished her a happy birthday. He then pulled a decent sized box out of his duffle bag and gave it to the redhead. No time was wasted in tearing off the wrapping paper and lid.
"Yes!" Natalie cheered as she pulled out a Red Hot Chili Peppers shirt and the band's newest album, "I've wanted to get this CD for weeks! Now we can listen to this instead of that indie crap that Stiles always plays in the car now."
"Hey, I resent that!" Stiles exclaimed, "Mumford and Sons are more folk than indie. And I thought that you liked Mumford and Sons."
"I'm not saying that I don't like them," Natalie said, "But it's no question that Red Hot Chili Peppers trumps Mumford and Sons any day." Her boyfriend grumbled as he turned to his locker. She hugged Scott again. "Thanks, Scotty. And are you sure you can't come to dinner with us tonight? I know that you have your…" Natalie looked around to make sure no one was listening. "Hairy situation during the full moon."
Scott shrugged. "I'm gonna try to go, depending on how I feel later. But I'm actually feeling pretty good right now. I feel… normal."
"As normal as being a werewolf can be," Natalie snorted.
"I'm serious. It's not like the last full moon. I don't feel the same."
"Oh, does that include the urge to maim and kill people like me and Nat?" Stiles asked.
"I swear I don't have the urge to maim and kill you and Natalie," Scott assured them.
"You know, you say that now," Stiles said, "but then the full moon goes up and out come the fangs and claws and there's a lot of howling and screaming and running everywhere, okay?" He took a deep breath before continuing. "And it's very stressful on me and so yes, we're still locking you up."
"Okay, fine," Scott sighed, "But I do think I'm in more control now." A small smirk crept up his face. "Especially since things are good with Allison."
Both of his best friends rolled their eyes in annoyance. "Okay, we're aware of how good things are with Allison," Stiles said.
"They're really good," Scott emphasized, grinning widely.
"I… thank you, I know."
"I mean, like, really good."
At this point, Natalie was ready to throw something at his head. "Oh my god! Alright, we fucking get it! Do you wanna hear about our sex life? I don't think you do!"
"But we don't really have a sex life," Stiles said.
"Well, even if we did, I'm pretty sure Scott wouldn't want us to talk about it," Natalie said, crossing her arms.
"Alright," Scott chuckled, "did you get something better than handcuffs this time?"
"Yeah, much better," Stiles said.
When he reached into his locker again, a long line of chains spilled out. They landed on the floor with a loud clang, catching everyone in the room's attention. Coach Finstock walked over to them and looked back and forth between Stiles, Natalie, and the chains. Based on the look on his face, Natalie could just tell that he was thinking the worst. God, this was so embarrassing.
"Part of me wants to ask," Coach Finstock said, "The other part says knowing will be more disturbing than anything I could ever imagine. So… I'm gonna walk away." And he did just that.
"That's good," Stiles called after him, "That's a wise choice, Coach."
"And I promise you that we're not into that kind of stuff!" Natalie added. Scott and Stiles looked at her weirdly. "What? He probably thinks Stiles and I do kinky shit. I didn't wanna give him the wrong idea."
They bent down to pick the chains up off the floor. Suddenly, a strange yet familiar scent traveled through Scott's nostrils. He sat up straighter and his best friends noticed his change in mood.
"Scotty?" Natalie said, "Hey, are you okay?"
"There's another," Scott said, "In here. Right now."
"Another what?" Stiles asked.
"Another werewolf."
Deciding to let the boys finish getting ready for practice, Natalie went out to the lacrosse field. Other students were already sitting on the bleachers, chatting amongst themselves. It was starting to get a little chilly and Natalie could feel the goosebumps on her legs and forearms. She was instantly regretting this outfit and swore to never wear it in the winter again. Tugging on the ends of her dress- as if that would do anything to get her to stop shivering- she walked over to the bench. But she ended up bumping into someone harshly. That someone being Matt Daehler.
"Whoa!" he said, "Sorry about that." He finally noticed the redhead and smiled. "Oh, hey, Natalie."
"Hey, Matt," Natalie said politely, "I see you still have that camera on you. You gonna take pictures of practice today?"
"Yeah, the school newspaper said that they wanted more shots of us players in action," Matt said, "I don't really play a lot anyway so I figured why the hell not." He chuckled lightly. "It's your birthday today, right?"
Hesitantly, Natalie nodded her head. "It is… how'd you know?"
"I heard a couple of people wish you happy birthday when you came up here. Plus, you just have this glow radiating off you that people tend to have on their birthdays."
"Really? That's… interesting." Natalie tucked her hair behind her ear.
"That's a pretty bracelet," Matt said, pointing to the charm bracelet on her wrist.
"Thanks. Stiles gave it to me this morning. He said that it was my first present of the day from him. Whatever that means."
"Oh, yeah, I keep forgetting that you two are dating," Matt recalled, the smile on his face dimming slightly, "Well, I hope he knows that he's a very lucky guy to have someone like you as his girlfriend."
And it got awkward again. Seriously, how does one even respond to something like that? Matt's always been nice to Natalie but he could come off as… odd. Even Stiles says so, and that boy is the king of awkwardness. Thankfully Natalie was soon saved by the bell. Well, more like the rest of the lacrosse team entering the field.
"I should go now," Matt said, "but it was great talking to you. See you soon?"
"Uh…" Natalie trailed off, "Sure."
"Awesome! I'll see you later then. Bye. Oh! And happy birthday!"
Natalie sheepishly waved at him. As soon as Matt was out of sight, the redhead let out a sigh of relief. Thank god that was over with! She then spotted Scott from the corner of her eyes and walked over to him.
"So did you ever figure out who the other werewolf was?" she asked, casually throwing an arm around his shoulders.
Scott shook his head. "No. But apparently, Stiles had a brilliant plan for me to find out."
"Of course he does," Natalie snorted, "How much do you wanna bet that this is gonna go horribly wrong so fast?"
"It's not even worth betting on because I already know that it's going to be bad," Scott laughed.
Stiles jogged to his best friend and girlfriend. "I told Coach you're switching with Danny for the day."
"But I hate playing goal," Scott whined.
"Remember when I said I had an idea?" Stiles asked, "This is the idea."
A sudden look of realization hit the teen wolf's face. "Oh…"
"There you go, buddy," Natalie laughed, patting his back.
"What's the idea?"
Both Stiles and Natalie's facial expressions quickly dropped. She literally face-palmed because she was astounded by her friend's stupidity. How was he even allowed out of the house at all?
"I seriously don't understand how you survive without me sometimes," Stiles said, shaking his head in disappointment.
"Well I'm pretty sure we wouldn't be in this position right now if it weren't for you," Natalie pointed out. She laughed as her boyfriend glared at her and pushed her away.
Coach Finstock blew his whistle, motioning for the team to come on the field. Stiles gave Natalie a brief kiss before he ran off. "Let's go!" the coach yelled, "Line it up! Faster! Make daddy proud!"
Sitting on the bench, Natalie watched as Scott stepped into the goal and the rest of the players lined up. The first player stepped up with his stick and hurled the ball at the goal. But then the freakin' weirdest freakin' thing happened. Instead of trying to catch the ball, Scott ran out of the goal and tackled the guy to the ground. It was so unexpected that Natalie couldn't help but laugh her ass off.
"McCall!" Coach Finstock yelled as Scott helped his teammate up, "Usually the goalie stays somewhere within the vicinity of the actual goal."
"Yes, Coach," Scott said.
"Let's try it again," Coach Finstock said.
Natalie got up and ran to Stiles on the field. She crossed her arms in front of her chest. "This was your brilliant plan? Have Scott knock everyone on their ass to figure out who the other werewolf is?"
"Yep," Stiles nodded enthusiastically, "It's a pretty good idea, isn't it?" Natalie raised an eyebrow. "Oh, like you could come up with something better?"
"Maybe if I had more time, then yeah, I probably could!" They both winced as they witnessed Scott take another player down. "Ooh, that's gonna leave a mark in the morning!"
"Stilinski. Henderson," Coach Finstock said, "what the hell is wrong with your friend?"
"Uh, he's failing two classes," Stiles said, "He's a little socially awkward."
"And don't forget that he has a crooked jawline," Natalie added.
"That's interesting," Coach Finstock shrugged, "Let's fire it up." He blew his whistle. "And Henderson, get your ass off the field right now!"
"Ugh, alright, fine!" Natalie groaned, "There's no need to get your panties in a bunch. And would it kill you to be nice to me for at least one day? Especially on my birthday?"
"I'm not willing to take that risk," Coach Finstock said before placing his whistle between his lips again.
The redhead made a motion like she wanted to strangle the coach's neck before she went back to the bench. Danny was the next player to be brought down by Scott, making Natalie cringe. Poor guy. He didn't deserve to be a victim of her best friend's idiocy.
"McCall!" the coach screamed again, "You come out of that goal one more time and you'll be doing suicide runs till you die. It'll be the first ever suicide run that actually ends in a suicide." He pointed to Natalie. "I'll even have Henderson do them with you."
Hearing this made Natalie's jaw drop. "Scott, if you make me do suicide runs, I will drop-kick you into the next century! And don't think I won't do it!"
Scott's eyes widened in fear. Even though Natalie was smaller than him, there were times when she absolutely terrified him. They've gotten into wrestling matches several times, Natalie coming out as superior both times. He might be a werewolf now, but if she really tried, she could still probably kick Scott's ass.
When it was Jackson's turn, he told Coach Finstock that his shoulder was hurting so he was going to sit out. Natalie glared at him when he sat down next to her and she scooted away. But what really threw her off was Isaac Lahey.
Isaac was one of those guys who was always in the background. People have always said that he was like a hermit and acted weird. He was always sporting some kind of bruise or scar, but Natalie never figured out where they were from. You never saw him converse or sit with anyone. Well, anyone other than his girlfriend. Because of this, Isaac was never on Natalie's radar.
But right now, it was hard not to notice the way his shoulders heaved up and down as he breathed heavily and held onto his lacrosse stick so tightly that it looked like it could snap in half. And she certainly didn't miss his eyes turn yellow as he stared Scott down.
"Holy shitballs…"
Both werewolves ran towards each other with full speed and crashed. They seemed to have spun in the air before they landed on their hands and feet. Coincidence much? Not really! Adding on to this strange scenario, Natalie saw her dad, John, and a few other police officers walk onto the field. They spoke to Coach Finstock for a bit before her dad went to Isaac and had him follow him. Kurt led Isaac to the other police officers after telling Delilah, the boy's girlfriend, that she couldn't speak to him at the moment. Wanting to know what was going on, Natalie ran to Scott and Stiles.
"His father's dead," Scott said after a few minutes of listening in on the conversation, "They think he was murdered."
"Damn," Natalie sucked in a breath, "That's pretty brutal. I hope Isaac's doing okay though."
"Are they saying he's a suspect?" Stiles asked.
"I'm not sure," Scott said, "Why?"
"Because they can lock him in a holding cell for twenty-four hours."
This made Scott's eyes widen slightly. "Like, overnight?"
"During the full moon," Stiles added.
"How good are these holding cells at holding people?" Scott asked.
"Usually, they can hold people pretty well," Natalie answered, "But werewolves? Yeah, probably not so much."
The look on Scott's face seemed to drop even more. "Guys, remember when I said I don't have the urge to maim and kill?"
"Yeah?"
"He does."
During chemistry, the students were taking notes when Kurt entered the room. He talked to Mr. Harris a little before the teacher told Delilah to go with the deputy. Most likely to answer questions about Isaac. The trio watched as the girl nervously picked up her stuff and go with Natalie's dad.
"Why would Derek choose Isaac?" Scott asked his best friends. Natalie turned around so she faced him and Stiles, who sat behind her.
"Peter told me and Natalie that if the bite doesn't turn you, it could kill you," Stiles said, "And maybe teenagers have a better chance of surviving."
"Doesn't being a teenager mean that your dads can't hold him?"
Stiles shrugged. "Well, not unless they have solid evidence." Realization dawned on him. "Or a witness."
"Hold on a second," Natalie said. She turned to Danny. "Psst. Danny." Said boy looked over at her. "Do you know where Jackson is?"
"In the principal's office talking to your dad," Danny answered.
"What?" Natalie said, furrowing her eyebrows, "Why?"
"Maybe because he lives across the street from Isaac."
Oh crap. "Huh," Natalie said, "Thanks, Danny boy." He smiled before continuing to do his work. The redhead turned back to her best friend and boyfriend. "Well, that's not good. He's a fucking witness!"
"We gotta get to the principal's office," Stiles said.
"How?" Scott asked.
It was like a lightbulb suddenly lit up in Natalie's head. A sly grin stretched across her face, which worried Scott and Stiles. "Leave it to me, boys." She tore a page out of her notebook and crumpled it into a ball.
"Everyone please turn to page seventy-three," Mr. Harris instructed as he wrote something on the blackboard.
With all her might, Natalie chucked the paper ball and it hit her teach on the back of his head. His motions halted and he sharply looked back at his class.
"Who in the hell did that?" he demanded.
The trio pointed at each other and Mr. Harris ended up sending all of them to the principal's office. They waited outside for Kurt and John to finish their questioning with Delilah. Natalie tried to listen in by pressing the end of a paper cup (which she had stolen from the cafeteria, to answer Stiles's question) to her ear and the other side against the wall.
"This is the worst invention in the history of mankind," she grumbled, "It always works in the movies."
"You know that I can perfectly hear them, right?" Scott said, "You don't have to do that."
"I know," Natalie said, "but it still looks kinda cool. Very spy-like." The boys rolled their eyes. "Fine." She tossed it in the trash can and slumped in her chair.
"What are they saying?" Stiles asked Scott.
"Apparently, Delilah knew that Isaac's dad was hitting him," the teen wolf said, "And she claims that he's never hit her. Her heart is beating like crazy."
"Can you blame her?" Stiles snorted, "Her boyfriend's being sent to the slammer and she's being interrogated by cops. That would make anyone nervous."
As Scott continued to listen to what's going on, his frown deepened. "I smell blood."
"From in there?" Natalie asked.
"Yeah. But it's not really fresh. It's mostly dry blood. And I think that it's coming from Delilah…"
Neither Stiles nor Natalie were able to respond because the door opened up. The trio did their best to hide themselves. Scott covered his face with his hands, Stiles picked up a magazine, and Natalie threw her jacket her head. It probably wasn't the smartest choice, but she had to think fast. With her head down, Delilah was the first to leave the office, followed by Kurt and John.
"Hi, Scott," John said as he walked by, "Hi, Natalie."
Scott sighed as he lowered his hands. "H… yeah."
Just as Natalie pulled her jacket off her head, Kurt came up to her and raised an eyebrow. "Should I be concerned?"
"Nah," Natalie assured him, shaking her head.
"Good." Kurt patted her shoulder and walked away.
"Boys." The trio turned their heads to see Principal Argent, first name Gerard (also known as Allison's grandfather), standing in the doorway. "And girl. Come on in."
They got up and stepped into the office. After closing the door behind them, Gerard gestured the teenagers to take a seat in front of his desk. He began searching through his filing cabinet, looking for their records most likely. Stiles tried to fix Natalie's hair since it was messy from her jacket, but she just smacked his hand away and fixed it herself. Gerard finally found their records and sat down across from the teenagers.
"Alright, let's see what we have here," Gerard said, opening the first file, "Scott McCall. Academically not the most accomplished, but I see you have become quite the star athlete." He put that file down and moved on to the next one. "Natalie Henderson. All A's and B's. Not bad at all. And it says you're the co-captain of the girls' baseball team. JV?"
"Varsity," Natalie corrected, beaming with pride.
"Impressive," Gerard nodded. He then picked up Stiles's file. "Mr. Stilinski. Oh, perfect grades but little to no extracurricular activities. Maybe you should try lacrosse."
"Oh, actually I'm already-"
Stiles was abruptly cut off by the principal. "Hold on." He looked back up at Scott. "McCall. You're the Scott that was dating my granddaughter."
"We were dating but not anymore," Scott said shakily, "Not dating, not seeing any of each other or doing anything with each other." He swallowed nervously. "At all." Natalie pinched the bridge of her nose, losing her patience with her best friend.
But Gerard just chuckled in amusement. "Relax, Scott. You look like you're about to crack a cyanide pill with your teeth."
"Just a hard breakup," Scott said.
"Oh, that's too bad. You seem like a pretty nice kid to me." Gerard leaned on his elbows. "Now listen, guys. Yes, I am the principal, but I really don't want you to think of me as the enemy."
"Heh," Stiles snorted, "is that so?"
"However, this being my first day, I do need to support my teachers. So unfortunately someone is going to have to take the fall and stay behind for detention."
Simultaneously, Scott and Stiles turned their heads towards Natalie, who sat in the middle. She noticed the way they stared at her and she let out a sigh of defeat.
"Yep," she grumbled, resting her chin on her hand, "Should've seen that coming."
Since Natalie had gone to school with Stiles, he decided to go through detention with her. It's the little things like that that made Natalie love him even more. Mr. Harris had the teenagers clean and organize the supply closet in the classroom, which made them cringe. It was so dusty, cluttered, and- oh, god, was that box moving?!
"I want this closet spotless by four thirty," Mr. Harris said, "I'll be in the teacher's lounge until then. Don't screw around." Then he left the room.
"Well, happy birthday to me," Natalie said sarcastically, "Let's get this ish over with."
Halfway into their punishment, they had discovered the giant ass cockroach mob in the corner of the closet.
"Holy fuck!" Stiles yelped, "Even their babies have babies!"
"Grab a broom, Stiles," Natalie said, grabbing one for herself, "We're taking these suckers down."
They began slamming down the ends of the brooms on the cockroaches, killing them one by one. When both of them were sure that the bugs were all dead, Stiles and Natalie tossed the brooms to the side and leaned against the wall.
"I hate bugs, I hate cleaning, and I especially hate Harris," Natalie spat out, "This was not how I imagined spending my birthday."
"To be frank, you are the one who got us in here," Stiles said. Natalie sent him a death glare. He raised his hands in defense. "I'm just being honest."
"God, this sucks," the redhead whined "The only thing that's getting me through this is the promise of Brazilian food tonight. And your next present, of course."
"Actually, landing a detention kinda made a damper on my plans so I'm gonna have to give it to you another day."
Raising an eyebrow, Natalie asked, "Why? What is it?"
Stiles scratched the back of his neck. "Um, well.. I thought that we would go back to my house since my dad wouldn't be home... and then I thought that we could... you know... have sex..." He looked away as he said that last part quietly.
Throwing her hands in the air, Natalie exclaimed, "Are you freakin' kidding me?! We're stuck in detention while we could be doing it right now?! This blows!"
"You could say that again," Stiles sighed. Then he suddenly got an idea. He didn't know how his girlfriend would feel about it, but it was worth a shot. "Actually, there is something that I could do for you to make time go faster."
"Which would be..."
Instead of answering verbally, Stiles crashed their lips together. Natalie immediately responded and grabbed both sides of his face. He lightly pushed her back to the wall and pressed his body against hers. As their kisses grew hotter, Stiles pushed his girlfriend's jacket off her shoulders then tossed it to the side. His lips disconnected from hers and traveled down her face to her pale neck. When he began sucking on her sweet spot, Natalie gasped and placed her hands on the back of his head.
"You really need to consider growing your hair out," she said, "I need something to grab on to when we do stuff like this."
"I'll keep that in mind," Stiles promised before returning to his work.
One of his hands snaked up to cup Natalie's breast. He alternated between squeezing and massaging it, drawing out sweet moans from the girl. It ended way too fast for Natalie's liking but her heart started beating faster with anticipation when Stiles's body dropped lower to where he was on his knees. She felt his warm hands crawl up her thighs underneath her dress and she shivered at his touch. Then he gripped the hems of her panties and slowly dragged them down her legs. He tucked the panties in his back pocket before looking up at Natalie.
"You good?" he asked her.
Unable to form coherent words, Natalie nodded her head. Stiles lightly chuckled. He then grabbed her leg and placed it over his shoulder, which hitched up her dress and gave him a spectacular view of her private area. And then he began his task.
The second Stiles's tongue touched her clit, the redhead jerked in surprise and let out a squeak that she would deny she made later. Her head lolled back as he dragged his tongue up and down her folds tediously. It was like it was too much for Natalie yet not enough at the same time. As if Stiles could read Natalie's mind, he attached his lips on her sensitive bundle of nerves and sucked on it as hard as he could.
"Oh my g-" Natalie moaned, "Fuck, we need to do this more often."
"Noted," Stiles chuckled, sending vibrations through Natalie's core and making her whimper.
Deciding to kick it up a notch, he pumped a couple fingers inside of her as he continued to give her clit attention. The only thing Natalie could hold onto was the shelf next to her. Her knuckles were turning white, she was gripping it so tightly. When she was finally able to open her eyes since they were squeezed shut from the intense pleasure, she saw Stiles palming his erection through his jeans. It had to be one of the hottest things Natalie had ever seen. Stiles's fingers moved faster inside her, eliciting the most beautiful noises he heard from his girlfriend. Then he switched it up a bit. His tongue was now darting in and out of her entrance as thumb rubbed her clit in circular motions.
"Babe, babe," Natalie panted, grabbing the back of Stiles's head, "I think I'm gonna cum. I- oh shit!" She bit down on her bottom lip to muffle her moans.
This was the motivation Stiles needed to move his tongue and fingers faster and faster. Natalie buried her face in the crook of her arm and cried out to signal her release. If it wasn't for her hold on the shelf, she probably would've collapsed from the intensity of her orgasm. Stiles's body shook in excitement from hearing her go into ecstasy because of what he had done. He lapped up the essence that flowed out of Natalie. She had to push him away though when he kissed her overly sensitive clit. After wiping his mouth with back of his hand and stood up. He kissed her again, this time not as lustful but just as loving. Then he remembered what he just did and pulled away.
"Should I not have done that?" he asked, wincing, "I mean, it's probably gross for you to kiss me after I just gave you head. I know I would be if you did the same thing after su-"
"Stiles," Natalie chuckled, cutting off his rambling, "It's fine. To be honest, it actually wasn't that bad. And I'm still coming down from that high to really give a damn."
"Huh." The corner of Stiles's lips irked upwards. "Well... alright then."
"Do you want me to, you know, take care of you?" Natalie asked.
At that moment, every inch of the lanky boy's face turned red and he looked down. "Um... Uh, no, I don't think that would be necessary..."
Natalie was confused until her eyes fell on the front of her boyfriend's pants. It was hard to hold back the laughter that bubbled out of her. "Oh my god. Did you seriously get off just from giving me head?"
"Don't laugh at me," Stiles whined.
"What?" Natalie giggled, "It's kinda funny. You're such a teenage boy, it's adorable."
"Shut up." Stiles lightly pushed the redhead. "Okay, we're almost done cleaning this place up. Hopefully we'll be able to leave soon."
"Uh, Stiles?" Said boy turned around. "Are you forgetting to give me something?" Natalie held her hand out and raised an eyebrow.
He smiled sheepishly. "Oh. Right." He pulled Natalie's underwear from his back pocket and placed it in her hand before getting back to cleaning.
By the time Mr. Harris had finally let the couple go, it was dark outside. They turned their phones back on (stupid Harris made them shut them off and give them to him) and they beeped for about two minutes straight. There were dozens of missed phone calls and texts from Allison, saying how she had just been bombarded with questions from her dad and grandfather. Stiles called her back and put her on speaker once they were by his jeep.
"Hey, sorry," Stiles apologized, "Harris just literally let us out of detention. Literally. And he had our phones the whole frickin' time."
"Well, we need to do something right now," Allison told them, "They were asking me all of these questions about Lydia and how she was bitten by Peter, and then they sent this guy out."
"Wait, what guy?" Stiles asked.
"He was dressed as a sheriff's deputy," Allison said.
Looking at Stiles worriedly, Natalie said, "He's being sent to the station for Isaac."
"He was also carrying this box with something on it. Like, um, like a carving or something."
"What was it?" Stiles asked.
"Hold on, hold on. It's in one of these books." They could hear the huntress rummaging through something on the other end of the phone. "I'm taking a picture."
A few seconds later, Natalie's phone buzzed in her hand. She opened Allison's text to see a picture of a familiar symbol. Cursing to herself, she showed the picture to Stiles.
"Did you get it?" Allison asked.
"Yeah," Natalie said, "It's wolfsbane."
"What does that mean?"
"It means they're gonna kill him," Stiles answered. He told Natalie to get in the car and then they drove off to the school.
While he was driving, Natalie took the phone from him so she could continue talking to Allison. Derek had called the redhead right after she hung up with the huntress and told her that he along with a friend was going to meet them at the police station. Natalie had no idea who the other person was, but Derek had sounded very unsure when he said the word 'friend'. He just a peculiar guy in general so Natalie didn't expect anything different from him.
They finally reached the police station, where they saw the sleek black Camaro. Derek got out of his car along with a beautiful brunette who looked to be his age. To Natalie, she seemed to be very familiar, but she just couldn't pinpoint where she had seen her before. Before she could think more about it, Derek yanked her door open, making her jump in surprise.
"You. Move. Now," he ordered.
"Well, hello to you, too, sunshine," Natalie quipped, "I'm doing superb, thanks for asking. Tell me, do I look older to you?"
"Shut up and get in the backseat."
"You know, saying please goes a long way instead of barking orders-" Derek then moved like he was going to attack Natalie and she shrunk back. "Okay, okay! God damn, why are you always this moody?"
"You should've seen him when he first hit puberty," the woman said as she climbed in the backseat with Natalie, "That was a fun time for all of us."
Suddenly, it clicked in the redhead's mind. "Hey, I know you! You're that woman who came to talk to me in the locker room the other day."
"Oh, I've never even properly introduced myself, haven't I?" The woman shook Stiles and Natalie's hands. "I'm Anabelle, the white wolf. Nice to meet you."
Hold on. What the actual fuck?
"Wait, as in Anabelle Fierro?" Stiles asked with wide eyes, "Like from the Hale and Fierro fire?"
"In the flesh."
Son of a bitch! This really was a small world!
Natalie laughed. "What are the odds? Who would've ever thought that she was right there with us the whole time? This is awesome!" Playfully, she smacked Derek's arm. "Now I don't have to hear you bitch and moan about how you miss her and wonder where she could've been."
"You've been missing me?" Anabelle asked Derek, amusement lacing her voice.
"I will kill you in your sleep," Derek threatened Natalie.
"What else is new?" she snapped.
"Now is not the time to argue," Anabelle said, pushing Derek back before he could actually murder the girl, "Can we just figure out how exactly we're supposed to get Isaac out of here?"
"Okay, now the keys to every cell are in a password protected lockbox in my father's office," Stiles said, "The problem is getting past the front desk."
"I'll distract her," Derek said, moving to get out of the jeep.
But Stiles grabbed him by the shoulder to still him. "Whoa, whoa, whoa... you? You're not going in there."
Derek looked down at Stiles's hand then up at his face. He looked like he was going to rip the hand off if Stiles didn't move it away. Swallowing down his fear, the teen removed his hand.
"I'm taking my hand off."
"I was exonerated," Derek reminded him.
"You're still a person of interest."
"An innocent person."
"You?" Natalie laughed, "Innocent? Ha! That's funny!" She stopped laughing and cleared her throat when she noticed the way Derek was glaring at her. "Okay then... So what's your plan here?"
"To distract her," Derek repeated.
"Uh... huh," Stiles said hesitantly, "How? By punching her in the face?"
"By talking to her."
Stiles's head bobbed up and down. "Okay, alright. Give me a sample. What are you gonna open with?" Derek said nothing but continued to glare at the teen. "Dead silence. That should work beautifully. Any other ideas?"
"I'm thinking about punching both you and Natalie in the face."
"Violence won't be needed," Anabelle piped up. She fluffed her brown curls. "I'll do it."
Everyone else turned their heads towards her. "You?" Natalie asked, "How?"
"The deputy sitting at the desk is a lesbian," Anabelle said, "And before you ask how I know, I have a pretty good gaydar. I was in theater, after all."
"Are you into girls?" Stiles asked. Natalie could hear in her boyfriend's voice how he wished the answer was yes and she punched his arm. "Ow!" He rubbed the sore spot.
"No," Anabelle said, "But when I was a junior, my high school did RENT and I played Maureen Johnson, who was a lesbian. So I know how to flirt with both sexes pretty well."
"You think that'll work?" Stiles asked.
Anabelle shrugged her shoulders. "It's worth a shot. Derek may be good looking, but I don't think facial hair and bulging muscles will turn her on." She adjusted her shirt so her breasts looked more pronounced. "I'm going in. Wait for my signal."
Then with the swagger only some people could pull off, she got out of the car and strutted towards the building. Stiles and Natalie just stared at each other in bewilderment, not certain how to react to what was happening.
"Did you know that Tara was a lesbian?" Natalie asked him.
"Nope," Stiles said, shaking his head, "But that does explain why she never brought a guy to your annual summer barbecue."
"Oh, yeah," Natalie said as she thought about it, "So, Derek, how'd you find Anabelle?"
The alpha wasn't paying attention. Instead, he was too busy staring at something. More like someone. And a specific area on someone.
"Derek?" Natalie said again. But he still didn't respond. "Yo!" She snapped her fingers in front of his face, breaking him out of his stupor.
"What? What?"
"Dude, were you just checking Anabelle out?" Stiles asked, smirking at how flustered the werewolf looked.
"No," Derek replied, rolling his eyes, "That's ridiculous. I would never 'check her out'."
"Except you totally were," Natalie laughed, "Derek Hale just stared at a girl's ass! What is happening to the world?"
"I was not checking Anabelle out or staring at any part of her body," Derek growled, "I'm only making sure that she does what she's supposed to do. Now shut up."
"You don't need to be so embarrassed about it," Stiles told him, "She's hot. Anyone who has eyes would stop what they're doing to do a double-take at her." Both Derek and Natalie gave him the death stare. "But I won't, because I'm a taken man who needs no one else but his beautiful girlfriend. I love you?"
Patting his shoulder, Natalie said, "Total bullshit, but good try."
The jeep remained quiet as they watched Anabelle charm Tara. When the deputy turned to her computer, Anabelle put one hand behind her back and made a 'come hither' gesture. Must be the signal. Natalie pushed Stiles out of the jeep and together, they discreetly entered the police station. Anabelle was still keeping the deputy occupied as the teenagers snuck past the front desk. Of course, Stiles stopped so he could watch the two women flirt with each other so Natalie had to literally drag him by the collar of his shirt. They finally made it into Stiles's dad's office and went over to the lockbox.
"Could you be any slower?" Natalie his at her boyfriend, who was punching in the password.
"I'm going as fast as I can, woman!" Stiles jabbed back. He quickly unlocked the box and his heart dropped when he looked inside. "Oh, no."
"Oh, no? What do you mean, 'oh, no'?" Natalie looked in the lockbox to see the key to Isaac's cell was missing. "Oh, no."
Right then, they heard the sound of keys jingling nearby. They turned around and saw a man dressed in a deputy's uniform holding up a set of keys. He gave them a nasty glare.
"Oh," Stiles said nervously, "Uh, just looking, um..." His voice trailed off as he looked down to see a broken arrow stuck in the 'deputy's' thigh.
"Mother-"
Neither of the teenagers had time to think when the hunter grabbed them and dragged them to where the cells were. They kicked at the hunter to get away, but that just made him tighten his grip, causing them to wince in pain.
At one point, the hunter dropped Stiles and Natalie on the floor. To both of their surprise, when they looked up, they saw Delilah staring back at them. It occured to them that this was most likely the first time she had been exposed to the supernatural. Boy, if that was the case, then Delilah Lambert was in for a wild ride. The hunter noticed the girl and stalked over to her.
"And who the hell are you?" he snarled at her. Delilah cowered into the wall like she had already accepted her defeated.
Whatever blow she was prepared for never came as a low growl tore through the air.
Isaac- who was now shifted into a werewolf- had grabbed the hunter and pushed him onto the desk close by. Then he threw him onto the floor. Just as the hunter was about to stab him with a syringe he pulled out filled with wolfsbane, the beta knocked it out of his hand before tossing him like a rag doll at the wall. He was out cold alongside another hunter whom Stiles and Natalie assumed was fighting Isaac earlier.
Every teenager turned their heads when they heard the sound of glass breaking. Derek and Anabelle had entered the room and stepped on the syringes. The younger beta broke his attention away from his alpha to Stiles and Natalie, who clung onto each other like koalas. He was about to attack them but Derek had shifted halfway and roared so loudly that it shook the building. This made Isaac shrink onto the floor and cover his face, whimpering in fright. Both Stiles and Natalie stared up at Derek, amazed at how he was able to make Isaac submit to him like that.
"How did you do that?" Stiles asked breathlessly.
With a smirking, Derek turned to him and said, "I'm the alpha."
"Wow, that's gonna be your excuse for everything, isn't it?" Natalie sassed.
"Don't start," Anabelle warned Derek as he growled at the redhead. She then grabbed the younger girl's hand and helped her up, followed by Stiles.
Someone in the room had let out a whine, making the two older werewolves, Stiles, and Natalie turn around. The other young couple was staring at each other with wide eyes from the opposite sides of the room. Delilah looked scared of Isaac, while he looked absolutely heartbroken that this was how she found out about what he was. It took a while for either one of them to finally gather up the courage to move and Isaac crawled over to his girlfriend.
"Delilah-"
Said girl slapped away the hand that was trying to reach out to her. She quickly stood up and Isaac repeated her actions. He tried to touch her again but Delilah pushed her as hard as she could (it hardly made him budge due to his newfound strength) and then ran away.
He went to go after her. "Delilah, wait!"
"It's best if you just stay away from her for now on," Derek said as he held Isaac back, "Hopefully, she'll forget about it in the morning or write it off as a bad dream."
"But Derek, did you not see how terrified she looked?" Isaac exclaimed, "I have to go comfort her and explain to her what she just saw."
"I could've just hit her on the head to make her forget what happened, but I decided to be nice and let her go home. She knows too much already. Let her go before she gets into more trouble."
Derek then walked out of the room, continuing to break the pieces of glass as he left. Anabelle had gone over to the upset beta and rubbed his back in smooth circles as a poor attempt to comfort him.
"Come on, sweetie," Anabelle said to him, "Let's get you out of here before anyone sees you." Then she led him out.
Now it was just Stiles and Natalie standing in the cell room with two unconscious hunters sprawled out on the floor. She nudged one of them with her foot, making him roll over on his stomach. A small chuckle came out of Stiles.
"How's this for your sweet sixteen?" he said. But Natalie wasn't finding this funny. "Hey, it could've been worse. Our dads could've caught us."
On cue, sirens blared from outside. Well, shit. Stiles wasn't expecting that. Like the grudge, Natalie's head turned slowly and gave her boyfriend a look that said she was wanting to beat the shit out of him at that moment.
"You wanna say that again, Stiles?" she said, dangerously calm.
"Uh... I'd rather not."
"That's what I thought."
They remained frozen in their spots when Kurt and John came in the room. Confusion, shock, and anger were written all over their faces as they took in the broken glass, empty and severed cell, and the two knocked out men on the floor. Finally their eyes landed on their children, who were still just standing there. Unsure of how to explain what was going on, Stiles and Natalie took the safe way out and pointed to the hunters at the same time.
"They did it."
I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! PLEASE review and let me know what you think! Feedback is my motivation to keep going so please leave a lot of it! Also, if you haven't, please go check out my other stories Scars, No One Else, and my new StilesxOC story, Dream A Little Dream Of Me!
Also, for those of you who've read You Raise Me Up, I am planning to get that up and running again soon, but I'm still having a little a bit of writer's block with that one so if you have any ideas or suggestions of what you want to see, feel free to PM me and let me know!
Quick question- does anyone know what Stiles's real name is? I've seen Genim in a bunch of other stories but I'm not sure. Is it Genim? If it's not, where did Genim even come from? WHAT IS HIS NAME?
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