Avery was ecstatic that Friday night, as she slowly curled her hair into a tasteful, slightly messy, bun. She had already laid out her outfit for the night; a black, faux leather skirt, a plain, white tank top and cute black, faux leather ankle boots. It was fairly warm that night, was probably going to shower later that night, but she knew that the weather in Beacon Hills always did complete 180's, so she had also placed a small, but thick jacket with her purse on the bed, just in case.

"We'll see you on Sunday." Her mother, Dianna Moran, smiled at her from the doorway. Her baby girl was going on her first date ever that night. "Don't do anything silly now."

The older woman smiled even wider at her daughter, who blushed a bright red at the inference, as her husband; Troy Moran, walked into the room. "You ready?" He winked at his step-daughter, who rolled her eyes playfully, when he noticed her nervousness, "You look beautiful."

Troy, Dianna and their son, Taylor, were travelling to a few towns over to visit Troy's mother. The only reason that Avery was not going to was because she felt very uncomfortable being around her step-father's family, still very unused to their awkward greetings and such. "Yep, let me just give my baby girl a kiss." Dianna walked over with Troy, then they both kissed the top of Avery's head, before exiting. They trusted her completely.

Avery went back to finishing her hair, before moving onto make-up, all whilst trying to deal with the massive butterflies that flew at a rapid pace around her stomach.

She was just so excited.

Avery was taken out of her sad little flashback when Lydia Martin sat beside her in math. She smiled at Avery kindly, she even asked to borrow a pencil and Avery began to feel a little hope, maybe it was all a mistake.

That was until later on that day, at lunch.

They were all there, of course. Vernon Boyd, Erica Reyes, Isaac Lahey, Scott McCall, Allison Argent, Stiles Stilinski and Lydia Martin, were all sitting at their stupid little table, not aware of the hurt, tearful eyes watching them.

It hurt. So very much.

Not only had Avery and Georgia lost their friends to their stupid little group, but now Avery had lost Stiles, the guy she was in love with, to Lydia.

They were laughing and eating food, as well as talking, when it happened. Lydia leaned over to Stiles, who was sitting right next to her, and kissed him on the mouth, making their entire group cat-call and howl at them in joy.

She was going to be sick. Avery jumped out of her seat, rushing to their nearest exit, tears in her eyes, as well as on her cheeks.

Erica, one of Avery's old friends saw as she headed out, in the direction of the closest toilets, then turned to Georgia and saw her attempting to gather both their bags, food and her tank to follow.

Erica lowered her gaze to her food, suddenly herself feeling sick. Back before she had become on of the creatures people heard about in bedtime stories or nightmares, she herself had a crush on Stiles Stilinski. That had been what bonded herself and Avery; their unrequited love for the annoying spastic. Although, Erica knew that she would never feel for him the way Avery did.

She closed her eyes, which was a feat as she wore a heavy amount of mascara that day, and began attempting to block out all the noise. She honed in on the sound of sobbing that came from the direction that Avery ran, as well as attempted reassurances that she assumed were from Georgia.

Erica didn't feel anything in that moment, apart from terrible, crushing guilt. After all, it had been Erica that had been the one to tell Avery to go for it, all that time ago, to chase Stiles Stilinski- which in return had gotten her friend hurt.

"Are you okay, Erica?" Allison Argent questioned the blonde. She was constantly worrying for the members of the pack, something she felt necessary as she was an ex-hunter and also dating the Alpha. With a weak, but fake, smile Erica began to reassure the dark haired female.

"I'm fine, really."

Avery had been given a note to leave school when Georgia had noticed that her sobs had turned into retching, and then called the nurse. Avery had literally sobbed so hard she was sick.

Her step-father picked her up and pulled her close once she was in their family SUV. Troy was honestly the father she had never had in her life. He never asked her what was wrong because he knew that if she wanted to tell him, she would. Troy had been with Dianna since Avery was young, although the two had only married last year, wanting to join their families, especially after Avery's half-brother, Taylor, had been born a few years previous. All of this meant that Troy was more of a father figure to her than the father she was born with, who had run off with a waitress when she was about three.

"Wanna get pizza?"

Troy worked from home a lot, as he was a private tutor and music teacher, which meant he was the chauffer of the family. He pulled out of the hug, leaning back into his seat as his dark eyes began to peer out of the windshield, pulling out from the school parking lot. Troy knew that one of Avery's most beloved foods was pizza, along with such classics as French fries, curly fries, ice cream and churros, which is why whenever he caught Avery at a sad or depressed moment he would immediately ask if she wanted any of these confectionaries.

"Yeah." Avery was quieter than usual, which was disgusting to Troy as he felt that the one place she should be able to be free and be herself is in front of him and their beautiful family.

Troy smiled sympathetically in her direction, before turning back to the road, "Do you want to pick up Taylor first?" Avery loved her little brother; they were connected in ways that was surprising to many people, both because they shared different fathers and because of the age difference.

Avery smiled widely at her step-father, "I'd like that."

After eating almost a whole pizza to herself, Avery sat quietly in her room, staring at the wall opposite her bed, contemplating on how messed up her life had become in just three days.

It wasn't even her fault, to be honest. It was his. She had been brave, for what she believed the first time in her life, when she asked out Stiles, she knew that. It was completely and utterly all down to Stiles being a surprising asshole, who deserved to be hit, hard… by a truck.

Avery decided then and there that she would begin her journey to letting go of her affections towards the annoying, spastic asshole; Stiles Stilinski.