"Hale you said?" Dakota is grinding her teeth and digging her nails into her palms as she stares at the lady at the front desk.
"Yes." Dakota says, trying not to growl.
"Dakota Hale?" Dakota is practically shaking with anger.
"Yes."
"Hmm... Hale... Dakota... I don't see a-
"It's Dakota Hale. Do you need me to spell it out for you? D.A.K.O.T.A H.A.L.E. It's not that difficult. I'm sure a squirrel could find it you blind old bat!" Dakota snaps. The office falls silent as they look at the very angry and rather scary Dakota Hale.
"H-H-Here y-you are." The one stutters.
"Thank god." Dakota growls. The woman hands Dakota her schedule with a shaky hand. Dakota rips the paper out of the woman's hand and storms out of the office. Dakota looks at the piece of paper and heads for her English class. She storms in and finds everyone already there. The teacher stops mid-writing and looks at her in alarm.
"Can I help you?"
"Yeah, I'm new." Dakota says handing him the paper.
"Oh... okay, well how about you tell us a little-"
"No thanks." Dakota says before making her way to her seat and sitting down. The teacher stares at her before clearing his throat and continuing what he was saying. Something about the syllabus on their desk. Dakota ignores the teacher as she realizes who she's sitting behind.
"Hey, Dakota." Stiles says in a bit of a surprised tone. "You okay? You look like you're ready to commit murder."
"Short temper." Dakota shrugs him off. She isn't the type to socialize in fact she hates it. She's anti-social in the means that she doesn't want to deal with socializing with people because she hates people.
"So, Dakota, where were you from originally?" Stiles asks.
"Here."
"Here?"
"Yeah, moved away when I was a kid."
"Oh. That's too bad." Dakota frowns as she looks at Stiles.
"Why?"
"Oh, well, uh..." Stiles blushes. "Just would have been nice to go to school with you." Dakota blushes and looks down at her syllabus on her desk. She curses herself mentally because this isn't who she is. She is vicious, hot-headed, and anti-social. She is Dakota Hale and she does not blush. She doesn't get flustered or shy. She doesn't show weakness and here she is blushing and being shy. What the hell is wrong with her?
She can feel Stiles staring at her. She lifts her head and her eyes meet his. She just wants to kiss him right then and there. She wants him like a dehydrated plant wants water. She licks her lips and Stiles' eyes fell to it. They meet each other eyes again and Dakota can see the desire in Stiles' eyes.
Dakota is almost afraid she would have jumped Stiles right then and there if it wasn't for the door opening and man speaking to snap them out of their lustful trance. Dakota blushes and looks towards where a man stands beside a dark haired girl. Stiles turns around with a beat red face.
"Class this our new student, Allison Argent." The man begins. "Please do your best to make her feel welcomed." Dakota stares at the girl in horror. Dakota sinks into her chair and swallows the lump in her throat as the girl walks down the row where Dakota is sitting. Thankfully she sits across from Stiles behind some guy with a mop for hair. Dakota closes her eyes as she tries to relax. She misses the mop-haired kid giving Allison a pen like a weirdo.
When the bell rings Dakota wants nothing more than to speed out and head home, but Stiles stops her. "Hey, Kota." Dakota raises an eyebrow.
"Kota?"
"Well, I like your name, but I think a nickname would be cute." Dakota blushes.
"My cousin calls me Koti."
"Yeah, but I want something to call you that only I call you."
"Oh..." She whispers. "Well, Kota sounds too much like quota." Stiles blushes.
"Oh, right." Stiles says. "What about kitty cat?" Dakota's face burst into color at the cutesty nickname.
"K-kitty cat?" She stutters shyly, mentally slapping herself.
"Yeah, I think it's purrrfect." Normally Dakota would punch the guy for making such a stupid joke, but now she finds herself giggling. Yes giggling, yet another thing she normally does not do. "You're cute and fluffy looking, but you can become deadly... from what I've seen so far."
"Stiles, are you coming?" Stiles and Dakota look over to see Stiles' friend waiting for him. Stiles looks back at Dakota who gives him a smile.
"Go ahead."
"Are you staying to watch the lacrosse practice?"
"Uh, can't I have family things to do."
"Oh." Stiles looks disappointed, which made Dakota's heart ache.
"Are you on the team?"
"Yeah." Stiles smiles proudly.
"Well, I promise next time I will watch you play." Stiles deflates slightly as she says that.
"I... uh, I don't actually... play." Dakota raises an eyebrow. "Isitonthebench."
"Stiles, how am I supposed to understand that?"
"I sit on the bench." Stiles says slowly as he turns pink.
"Nothing wrong with that." Dakota shrugs. "I got to go, but... I'll see you later." She smiles at him and heads out of the classroom and out the main doors.
"I'm telling you, Der-bear, something is seriously wrong with me." Dakota tells Derek as she sits on the hood of her car as she watches Derek cover Laura's body.
"Look, Koti, it's just about Laura. You're upset."
"Of course I'm upset, Derek, when I find who did this I'm ripping them limb from limb, but I'm not talking about that." Dakota says as she watches Derek. Her and Derek don't talk about heavy topics like dead family members. It makes them both uncomfortable. They deal with it on their own, that's how they've always been.
"Okay, then what?"
"There's a kid at school. I have no idea what is wrong with me, but this kid is making me feel weird."
"It's hormones, it's normal."
"No, Der, I'm not talking just wanting to sleep with the guy. I'm talking blushing, smiling, stuttering, the whole crash shit that I do not do." Derek's head at snapped up the second she said blushing.
"Let me see your eyes." Derek says as he drops the shovel and moves to her.
"What?"
"Let me see your eyes, Dakota." Dakota rolls her eyes before opening them wide. "Have you seen your eyes?" Derek asks in an awestruck voice.
"No..."
"Here, look." He takes his phone out and gets the camera on it open before handing her the phone. She positioned it right and looks at her eyes. A gold ring surrounds her eyes.
"What the hell is wrong with my eyes?!" She looks at Derek a bit scared. "Derek."
"Relax, Koti. Do you remember when your parents had this."
"What they never-"
"Think, Koti, remember." She frown as she tries to think of their eyes before it hit her.
"They both had the gold ring around their eyes."
"The sign of them being mates."
"No..."
"Yes."
"He can't be."
"He is."
"Derek."
"Dakota."
"I'm screwed."
"Pretty much."