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RAEGAN MCCALL
When we got out of the car, Stiles quickly grabbed the humongous gift out of his trunk and ran up to Lydia's door.
"Where the hell is everybody?" I asked, looking up and down the deserted road.
"Maybe they're late?" Sammy suggested.
Stiles had knocked and was still waiting when we joined him in front of the door. And I realized something, looking at his present.
I gave him my sweetest smile. "Hey, Stiles, my good buddy-"
Stiles gave me a look. "No, I'm not saying that my gift is from both of us."
Damn.
"C'mon, please?!" I begged. "I completely forgot to get her something."
"Well, that's not my fault, you idio-" Lydia swung open her door and Stiles' face glowed. "Hey! Happy Birthday! Yeah! Coming in." He tried getting through the door but soon discovered his present was too big to fit through the doorway. "Oh, whoa. Can't. Okay."
The rest of us tried to hold in our laughter at his attempts to get the present through the door. Lydia just watched him without saying anything, an exasperated look on her face.
"You know, you don't - can you just grab that side, maybe?" he asked her.
She kept staring at him.
Laughing, I shoved him from behind. Fortunately, his present went through the doorway. Unfortunately (for him, at least), he landed face-first on top of the present.
"Don't forget to try the punch," Lydia smiled, walking away.
After Stiles had placed his present on the ground next to the gift table (the present was too big to put on the actual table), the four of us walked down the hall.
"Have you seen Jackson anywhere?" Stiles asked.
"No. Seen Allison?" Scott asked.
"No, but we should probably tell her what we found."
"I'm still kind of not sure what exactly we found," I said.
"I figured out it has something to do with water," Stiles said. "You know, the fact that all the victims were on the swim team, the way the kanima reacted around the pool."
"So whoever's controlling the kanima really hates the swim team?" Scott asked.
"Hated the swim team," Stiles corrected as we went through the back doors, outside to the - ironically - pool-area. "Specifically, the 2006 swim team. So it could be another teacher. Maybe like a student back then. I mean, who are we missing though? What haven't we thought of?"
When we spotted Allison, she approached us. "Uh, Jackson's not here," Allison said.
"Yeah, no one's here," I said, looking around.
"I guess we're just early," Scott said.
"Or maybe nobody's coming because Lydia's turned into the town whackjob," Stiles said.
"Well, we have to do something, because we've completely ignored her for the past two weeks," Allison said.
"She's completely ignored Stiles the past ten years," Scott shrugged.
"I prefer to think of it as me not having been on her radar yet," Stiles defended.
I patted him on the shoulder. "Yeah, you keep thinking that."
Cue squinty glare.
"We don't owe her a party," Scott said.
"Lydia may come off as cold as first, but she is one of the best friends a person could ever ask her!" Sammy glared at Scott. "She deserves a chance to get back to normal."
"Normal?"
"She wouldn't be the town whackjob if it wasn't for us."
We all turned to see Lydia sadly looking down at the pool.
"We've got to do something!" Sammy looked at Lydia sadly. She turned to us. "I haven't exactly been the perfect friend lately and I just want her to be happy."
"I guess I could use my co-captain status to get the lacrosse team here," Scott said, pulling his cell phone out.
Sammy smiled at him.
"Ooh, and I know a guy from Lake Ridge," I supplied, taking my phone out.
Scott gave me a disapproving look. He knew how I knew people from Lake Ridge, the high school that was another town down. But he didn't comment.
"Yeah, I also know some people who can get this thing going. Like, really going," Stiles grinned.
"Who?" Allison asked.
"I met them the other night. Let's just say they know how to party."
"Drag queens?" I grinned at him.
"Drag queens," he grinned back.
"You guys are amazing!" Sammy smiled. "Let's get this party started! I can finally use my 'Party List'!"
"Let me see that!" I snatched the list from her. I skimmed through the list and almost laughed at how boring the questions were. One of them was about Columbus Day. "Sam, weren't you popular? Honestly, how did you even become popular?"
"Haha, you're so funny!" she rolled her eyes and took the party list with her, storming off to Lydia.
SAMANTHA STILINSKI
Within twenty minutes, the party was in full swing.
Rae had disappeared a few minutes ago and Allison was avoiding Scott for apparently snapping at her at the rave.
So Stiles, Scott, and I were the only ones left.
"Are you gonna apologize to Allison or what?" Stiles asked.
"Why should I apologize?" Scott frowned.
"Because you're the guy. It's, like, what we do."
I put my arm around Stiles, proudly, "I taught him everything he knows."
"But I didn't do anything wrong," Scott protested.
"Then you should definitely apologize," I crossed my arms. "See, any time a guy thinks he hasn't done anything wrong, it means he's definitely done something wrong."
"I'm not apologizing."
"Ugh, Scott!" I said. "Allison is being way too nice on you! I mean, if I were her, I would march right up to you and convince you that you're wrong and if it fails, you'd regret not apologizing to me anyways!" I smiled.
"How lovely!" Scott rolled his eyes playfully.
"Is that the full moon talking, buddy?" Stiles asked.
"Probably. Why do you care, anyway?"
"Because, Scott, something's gotta go right here. I mean, we're getting our asses royally kicked, if you haven't noticed. People are dying. I got my dad fired. You're gonna be held back in school. I'm in love with a nutjob. And if on top of all that, I gotta watch you lose Allison to a stalker like Matt, I'm gonna stab myself in the face."
Scott suddenly stood up. "Don't stab yourself in the face."
"Why not?"
"Because Jackson's here."
I grabbed Stiles' arm out of instinct, "C-Can one of you guys just stay close to me while he's here?"
Stiles gave me a comforting smile.
"Of course," Scott said.
ADELINE LAHEY
When Stiles was getting the present out, I hid my face so all he could see was black.
When he shut the trunk, I watched as all of them went to the front door. And I started giggling when Stiles realized he couldn't get his present through the door. My laughter grew when I saw Rae push him through the doorway.
After they closed the door, I climbed over the seats and to the driver's side door. I unlocked it and let myself out, Teddy still in my arms.
I went up to the door and tried the doorknob. Lucky for me, it was open. I quickly snuck in and quietly closed the door behind me. I saw Scott, Stiles, Rae, and Sammy going down one hallway, so I decided to go down another. This house was a palace!
Though, there weren't as many people as I thought there'd be. I guess teenager parties had less people. I passed a total of four people. I gave them all big smiles, but they just gave me weird looks. I guess it was obvious that I wasn't one of them.
When I turned the corner, I almost bumped into Lydia.
"Whoa, what are you doing here?" she asked, putting a hand on her hip. The other hand was carrying a tray full of round glasses with red liquid in them.
"Lydia! Please don't tell Scott and Rae you saw me! I'm going to be in so much trouble. I just wanted to experience a real high school party," I told her.
"Fine," she smiled at me. "As long as you try some punch," she said, handing me a glass.
"That's all?" I asked, taking the glass from her and hugging her.
"There, there," she said, awkwardly patting my back. "Okay, that's enough."
I let go of her, smiling, and the doorbell rang.
She went to go get it and I continued my exploration of the huge house.
|| Teen Wolf ||
A few minutes later, they were many more people!
I hugged Teddy from the top of the stairs as I watched the people below me. Suddenly, I noticed a familiar figure a little separate from the crowd.
"It's all your fault." Startled, I turned around to see Isaac looming over me, his face morphed into his werewolf form.
I let out a yelp and scurried away from him. "I-Isaac?"
"It was all your fault!" Isaac shouted, "It's because of you Dad is dead. It was because of you Dad abused us!"
"I...I didn't...I didn't mean to," I stuttered, "I'm sorry!"
"Sorry means shit to me!" He snapped, "Sorry doesn't suddenly fix everything. Sorry, doesn't turn back time to stop Dad's abuse. Sorry doesn't bring back Mom and Camden." He stopped his rant and looked down at me with a glare. "Look at you. You're pathetic. You may say that you're 14, but have you seen yourself? Acting like a 7-year-old all the time. You've always been a burden to me, you know that? You're a burden to everyone."
"Why...why are being so mean?" I whimpered, a few tears slipping from the corners of my eyes.
"Isn't it obvious?" Isaac let out a laugh. His face turned back to normal, but the sneer was still on his face. "I hate you."
I shook my head in denial, "No...That's not true. That can't be." I quickly grabbed Teddy-who had fallen out of my arms-and darted down the stairs. But no matter where I went, I couldn't escape him.
"Face it, Addie. It's true," Isaac snarled, "Why'd you think I left then, huh? I could've easily taken you with me, but I didn't. I left you there with Dad."
"No…" I muttered, maneuvering around the bunch of people at Lydia's party. "No...You're lying."
"Accept it, Addie."
"No!" Just as I shouted that, I collided into a tall figure.
"Woah, there," The figure gripped my forearms to keep me from falling to the figure. "Wait, Addie?"
I looked up and felt relief wash over me when I recognized the figure, "Scott!"
"What are you doing here?" Scott asked as I hugged him tightly, "Hold on, are you crying? What's wrong?"
I pulled my face away from Scott's shirt and looked around. I scanned the crowd for my brother, but he was nowhere to be seen.
"It's nothing," I mumbled, hugging Scott again, "Nothing at all…"
RAEGAN MCCALL
Stiles, Sammy, and Scott were in a deep discussion about Jackson, when I got a text.
'From Sebastian: Where u at? I'm in the kitchen.'
I quickly excused myself, though no one was paying attention. I grabbed a glass of punch from Lydia and made my way to the kitchen.
When I found the guy with the medium length brown hair and steel blue eyes leaning against the fridge, I made my way over to him.
He put his heavy arm around my shoulder, grinning lazily at me.
"Thanks for bringing in the cavalry," I smiled, looking around at his equally as beefy football player friends. One of whom was going at it, upside down on the beer keg, with the others cheering him on.
"When was the last time I saw you, Raegan?" Sebastian asked me.
"Daniel Summer's party last April," I answered automatically, remembering the last party I went to.
"So it's been a while," he smiled charmingly. "What? You don't party anymore?"
"No, not really," I answered. "I'm only at this one because it's my friend's birthday party. Speaking of," I said as I watched Lydia come into the room, offering everyone a glass of punch. When she reached us, I took another one but Seb declined, opting for a beer.
"So we had a lot of fun the last time we saw each other," he prompted.
"Did we?" I teased, drinking the punch. I certainly had not, I never do.
"Would you care for me to remind you?"
"Sorry, Seb. I don't do more than a one night stand. Wouldn't want to get attached."
"Such a heartbreaker," he teased.
Smiling, I removed his arm from my shoulder and went to go find my friends.
I was passing through the foyer when I heard a voice that stopped me cold in my tracks.
"Raegan, Raegan, Raegan," he tsked. "What a disappointment."
I turned around to see my dad on the stairs, a hand on the railing. He was wearing what I had last seen him in, a freshly pressed suit and tie. Though his eyes were bloodshot. The way they always were in my memories.
"Man, I must be really hammered," I said. "What did Lydia put in those drinks?"
"Such a disappointment," he repeated.
I closed my eyes and put my hands to my temples, feeling a headache coming on.
"You know, no matter how much you try, you'll always be a scared, pathetic, little girl," with each word he stepped down a stair until he was standing right in front of me, forcing me to look up at him.
"Stop it," I whispered.
Trina, the girl that had made slut jokes about me at that party, walked past, giving me a weird look. But I ignored her and she walked away.
"Your mom did a horrible job of raising you. Look at you," he pointed. "Such a whore."
I squeezed my hands into fists at my sides, my knuckles turning white. "Maybe if you had been in my life, hadn't cheated on my mom, I wouldn't be like this," I said. The calm in my voice going against the tension in my body.
"With or without me, you'll always be a dumb, little slut," he hissed. "You're worthless!"
"You wanna see a slut?" I fumed. "I'll show you a slut." Walking past him, I made my way back to the kitchen. I walked up to Sebastian, who was laughing with some friends, and pulled on his arm. He gladly complied, silently letting me pull him up the stairs. I saw that my dad, thankfully, was gone.
I pulled Sebastian into the closest room, a bathroom.
Slamming the door behind me, I leaned him against the counter and started angrily making out with him.
When I pulled his shirt off, I saw my dad's reflection in the mirror.
"Look at you," he crossed his arms. "Doing what you know best. What you only know."
"SHUT UP!" I screamed, slamming my fist into his reflection.
SAMANTHA STILINSKI
Several glasses of punch later, I was feeling weird.
I looked around to see everyone else acting weird, too.
"Hey, is it just me, or did someone spike the punch?" I frowned at my glass.
"Hey! That's a good thing," Stiles grinned, then frowned when he saw the odd look on Scott's face. "You feeling okay?"
Scott shook his head. "It's not the moon. It's different."
"I'm going to go look for Rae and ask if the punch is weird," I said.
They nodded and I started looking around for Rae.
"Rae?!" I called, walking through the weirdos. "Does anybody know where Rae is?"
"I just saw her," a voice said to my left.
I turned to see Trina Mendes, a girl from my school, looking back at me.
"Where is she?" I asked.
"The crazy bitch was in the foyer, talking to herself."
Talking to herself?
I was making my way to the foyer until another voice stopped me.
"Sammy?" the voice said.
The voice sounded familiar. I felt safe when I heard it. It felt like home.
It was my mom's voice.
"Mommy?" I turned around to see her, tears of joy were forming in my eyes. "Is it really you?"
It's been awhile since I'd seen her or even said the word 'mommy'. She looked exactly like Stiles, but she had the same eyes as me. Dad was right about that one.
"Yes, it's really me," she said.
An overwhelming feeling of happiness washed over me. Real happiness that doesn't go away after a few minutes. The kind that makes you forget about all the cruel things in the world. It was something I haven't felt in a while. I was about hug her, but she stopped me.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she snapped, shoving me away.
The smile fell from my face and the tears of joy I had were being replaced with tears of rejection.
"I was going to hug you. I just haven't seen you in so long and I just… I just miss you," I said.
"Well…" she said. "I don't miss you. I don't miss failures."
"I-I'm trying to make you proud, Mom!" I tried my best to not cry. "I just want to be good enough for you."
"Don't call me Mom!" she sneered. "Do you know how much pain you've caused me? How much pain you've caused your father? Do you know how much money he wasted on you? To pay for therapy and your anti-depressants last year?"
"What I went through last year was bad. I-I get that but I've put it past me. He's not paying for that stuff anymore. I've got it all under control!"
"Control?" she let out a dark laugh. "Everyone you know is starting to see cracks in your perfect imagine. Nobody likes a girl who's not perfect. If you don't do a better job at keeping the perfect image up, everybody you know and care about is going to leave you. How can they love you when your own mother doesn't even love you?"
"I-I'm trying, but every time I try, it just falls apart!" I quivered my lip, trying my best not to cry.
"Try harder," she sneered. "Stop trying to act innocent. You know what you did."
"W-what did I do?"
"You killed me and you're killing everybody around you. You caused trouble for your father, you ignored your brother last year, you set up your best friend with a monster and you're causing her so much pain, and you left Isaac all alone. You deserved the way you were treated by Jackson and Isaac."
"S-stop it!" I sobbed. "This isn't real!"
"IT IS REAL!" Mom shouted. "YOU'RE A BURDEN TO EVERYONE!"
Sobs racked my body and I just wanted it to stop.
I wanted everything to stop.
I shut my eyes closed and dug my nails into my palms as harshly as I could.
"Whatever you're seeing, Sammy, it isn't real," I heard a voice say. It was Scott's.
I opened my eyes and saw that my mom was gone.
"I had a hallucination with Allison in it. It's not real," he assured. "Are you okay?"
"No. I-I don't know," I sniffed, wiping away my tears.
"What happened?" he asked, kneeling down on the ground to face me, putting his hands on my shoulders.
I don't know how I had ended up there.
"I saw my mom and she just said some things," I said. "It's not that big of a deal. It's fake."
He was about to say something but he frowned.
"What happened to your hands?" he said. "Why are they bleeding?"
My eyes widened. I didn't realize how harshly I did it this time.
"Nothing!" I said. "It's nothing. Can we just talk about it later?!"
"Sammy, how am I supposed to help you if you don't tell me what's going on with you?" Scott said. "I won't judge you."
"I know," I said. "I just….I just need the perfect timing to tell you."
"Good," he smiled, helping me up. "Let's go find the others"
RAEGAN MCCALL
After Sebastian had helped me clean up and bandage my hand, I quickly apologized to him and went to go find my friends again.
I finally found Sammy, Scott, Addie (what?), and an incoherent Stiles by the pool.
"Guys, something really weird is going on," I said, looking around at all the people around us that were acting high off their asses - including Stiles.
"Yes, we know," Scott said, shaking Stiles and putting a bottle of water in his face. "Stiles, look at me. Drink the water. Stiles, drink it. Something's happening, and I need you to sober up right now. Come on, Stiles."
A blonde girl popped up from behind the pillar Stiles was leaning on. I recognized her from my history class, her name was Macy.
"What do you think you're doing?" she asked. "You want to sober him up fast, that's not the way to do it."
"You can do better?" Scott asked her.
"I can do best, boy." She dunked Stiles' head into the pool and pulled him back up. "Whoo! How do you feel?" she asked a now coherent Stiles.
"Like I might have to revisit my policy on hitting a girl," Stiles said.
"He's sober," Macy smiled, walking away.
|| Teen Wolf ||
"Hey, I can't find Lydia," Stiles said. "And, dude, anyone who drank that crap, they're freaking out."
"I can see that," Scott replied, eyeing the idiots jumping into the pool with clothes and shoes on.
"What the hell do we do?" I asked.
"I don't know, but we gotta-"
The sound of a guy yelling cut Scott off.
"I can't swim!" Matt screamed as some guys threatened to push him into the pool. "No, no, no, no, stop, guys! I can't swim! I can't swim!" They pushed him into the pool and he flailed around. "I can't- I can't-" I think he was having a panic attack.
Thankfully, Jackson pulled him out of the water. Everyone around the pool had gone quiet, staring at him.
"What are you looking at?" Matt yelled.
Everyone continued to quietly watch him.
Matt slowly walked away. As he passed through Scott and Stiles he gave them weird looks.
And then we heard sirens.
"The cops are here. Party's over!" some kid yelled.
Everyone went berserk, running in different directions.
|| Teen Wolf ||
While Sammy and Stiles were talking to their dad, Scott, Addie, and I wandered away.
"So Addie, sneaking out?" Scott asked Addie.
She looked guilty, "Am I in trouble?"
"I can't believe you snuck out," I said in stern tone, before a grin covered my face. "That's my girl!"
"Rae," Scott shook his head. But before he could finish his lecture, he froze.
Addie and I turned to see what he was looking at and saw the kanima. More importantly, who the kanima's tail was wrapped around. Who it was protecting.
Matt.
Author's note:
By the way, Macy and Trina are minor recurring characters. Trina is Contributor T's character and she is played by Selena Gomez. And Macy is Contributor M's character and she is played by Ashley Benson. Also, the Sebastian in this chapter I imagined as Sebastian Stan (kind of obsessed with him right now). Hope you liked the chapter!
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