"Yay?" Gemma shouts.

"Don't hurt yourself kid. The ones in the maroon are us. See? Look at my jersey!" Stiles informs her while flailing his shirt around.

"I'm trying to understand! It's just the ball this so small!" She argues.

"Well how else are we supposed to get it in our sticks?"

"I know why it's small! It's hard to see whats going on." The girl explains.

"Is it the fact the ball is small or the fact that Isaac isn't so small?" Stiles jokes.

Gemma rolled her eyes at him, let out a huff, and walked back up the bleachers. She never said anything about Isaac Lahey, never said 'I like him', or 'He's cute'. She feels like Stiles just enjoys picking on the new kid. Why would she like Isaac? He hasn't said a word to her. Nor she to him. Gemma likes to believe that physical attraction shouldn't have anything to do with love. Sure, cuteness is a plus, but it isn't necessary. Her mind drifted off to the blue eyed boy. He was cute. She's never had a 'type', but she did it would be him. Her eyes widen as she sees Isaac sit next to Stiles on the bench. Stiles strikes up a conversation, then points directly at her. Stiles catches her watching them, and she quickly snaps her head the other way.

Oh God. She thinks. Isaac jogs up the bleachers and plops down next to her. Gemma winces.

"I swear, whatever he said to you, he's lying!" She snaps keeping her murderous glare on Stiles.

"So this isn't your first lacrosse game?" He confirms shyly.

"What?" She looks over at him, "No, it is. That's all he said?"

He finally looks back at her, but as soon as he meets her eyes his drop to the ground. "Uh... yeah. He also said that you don't understand lacrosse, and he needs help explaining it."

"Oh, can you... can you explain it better?"

"Depends. What did he tell you?"

~O*O*O~

It's been two weeks since Gemma moved to California. She has now been accepted into a group. Scott, Stiles, Allison, and Lydia. Lydia was always nice to Gemma, but she did have a mean streak. Another friend she had made is Isaac. Or at least she assumes he's her friend. He was always kind of shy, especially when she was around. She parked her candy red 2007 Toyota Yaris hatchback in Jackson's front row spot and smirked to herself. Jackson would throw a fit. Should she stick around to watch?

She sees Isaac already at his desk before English started.

"Hey." She greets him happily.

"Hi. You seem happy."

"Oh, but I am! You know how Jackson Whittemore always parks in the same spot?" Isaac nods.

"Well, don't mean to brag but I kinda stole it." She melodramatically flips her hair, and Isaac can't help but smile. She was so stupid, but he liked her that way.

"I'm happy for you. Does he know it was you?"

"I dunno. I hope so." She smiles cockily.

"I hope not, he'll wring your neck! Something I've learned from observation is you don't mess with Jackson Whittemore." He whispers cautiously.

She has been standing in front of him this whole time, she now leans her elbows on his desk. "Isaac? Are you actually worried about my safety?"

He looks at his hands in his lap. "Yes. I am, because you're my friend. Most people do not wish harm on their friends. Do they?"

"No. That's really sweet though, Isaac." She coos, reaching for his cheek.

The bell rings before their contact. Gemma goes to sit in her seat and English starts.

~O*O*O~

The end of period bell rings and Gemma gathers her things to go. She was halfway to the end of the hall when she heard a familiar voice call out to her.

"Gemma!"

She turns around to see that he was already catching up to her. "Yes, Isaac?"

Oh no. Oh God. You have her attention, just do it! She probably thinks you're an idiot. Do it, Isaac, DO IT! Isaac screams internally. "Um... uh..."

"Isaac, we're gonna be late to class." She states while watching the clock.

"WILL YOU GO TO THE FORMAL WITH ME!" He yells, instantly regretting it. She looked surprised and a little scared. He couldn't tell whether it was because he yelled or the fact he just asked her to a dance. Who could blame her?

"I'd love to." Her look of horror fading into a blush.

Gemma rushed to Chemistry class. She knew Allison and Lydia would be there. She needed to have a major consult.

"Allison!" She yelped as she skipped in the room.

Allison jumped and she looked like a deer caught in the headlights. "Gemma!"

"You will not believe who asked me to the formal!" Gemma dares sliding into the table next to the girl.

"Hmm, I dunno. What about... Isaac." She said teasingly, she had known he liked Gemma.

"How'd you know?" She replied, a bit discouraged.

"Every time I turn around to talk to Scott, he's looking at you. He blushes, a lot, when you talk to him. And he doesn't really talk to anyone else."

They informed Lydia on everything while working on an in class assignment, and the red head merely smirked.

"I told you, you two looked nice together. Now you're together. I must be magic." She says while glancing around the room.

Gemma swallowed, "We aren't together. I think we're going as friends."

"Well you better know what you're going as, because we're going dress shopping tomorrow. And if you're going as friends, I wouldn't wear anything too skimpy."

~O*O*O~

"Is this a twenty-four hour Macy's?" Gemma heard Stiles joke.

She ran her hands over all the different fabrics. She wasn't much of a dress wearer. 'Strapless, no one will be wearing a dress with straps, Gemma.' She remembered Lydia saying.

"Hey, uh... Gemma, right?" A man who was late thirty's or mid forty's asked her.

"Uh... I... um. I don't know you."

"Oh, I know. You're friend, Allison, just went to go get her car from being towed. She wanted me to tell you."

"Well, thank you..." She stuttered. Gemma was scared of this man. He didn't give her a good feeling.

"Peter." He replies politely.

"Well, Peter, nice to meet you. I have to go see how my other friend is doing. So... bye." She tried to keep from looking fearful, but fear was her only obstacle. She loved acting. She was good, too. She just couldn't lie her way out of things, the stress was too much.

"Hey." She looks up from the dresses to see Stiles.

"Hi, Lydia still changing?"

"Yeah, she has at least fifteen dresses to keep her occupied. I noticed that you haven't picked up one dress the whole time. You just shuffle through." He says taking his hands out of his pockets and making a 'shuffling' gesture.

"Oh. Yeah, I don't really wear dresses a lot. I am also not a fashionista like Lydia."

He looked the caramel haired girl up and down. "I'll help you."

If Gemma's life was a movie, this would be the high energy montage bit. Stiles didn't seem to really know what he was doing, he just grabbed a dress in her size and threw it to her. She had the first dress which was white, mid-thigh and had a patterned belt like thing. That she didn't have a name for.

She next changed into a black ruffled dress. It made her want to be sick. The last one that Stiles threw at her was floral and the same length as the first. This one had a scoop neck with straps. "I like it." She said to herself.

"Let me see!" Stiles shouted through the door, obviously hearing her words.

Gemma took a deep breath and unlocked the door. "It does look nice, not really formal though. While you were in there I picked up another one. I mean if I were a girl, I'd like to wear this one." He says handing her a blue dress.

"You'd probably wear it as a male." She says smirking at him.

That dress she had in her hands. Yeah, that was the one.

~O*O*O~

Isaac wasn't there. He didn't meet her outside, and he wasn't inside. It was one thing for a guy to go 'stag', but for a girl to go alone... it was pathetic. Gemma was at the lowest of the lows, because not only was she alone, she was stood up.

She felt like crying because Scott had made it. He was on academic probation, and he still came for Allison. She was about to walk out the door when someone caught her arm. She felt an urge of disappointment when she found it was Stiles.

"Where are you going?" He asks.

"Where are you going?" She answers.

"Wha- Ugh! I'm looking for Lydia... who's looking for Jackson. Now, where are you going?"

"Home." She says in a somber tone.

"Why? Just because Isaac didn't show? Well that's stupid! Because you look really beautiful tonight and he really missed out! Don't let all these other guys miss out too." He encourages.

"No, it's not that. It's just, the oldest person in my house is thirteen." She lies. Her dad is home, but tomorrow he won't be. "But thank you. You look really handsome, Stiles. Lydia is lucky." With that she walks away.

As Gemma drives she realizes that the fog is getting denser. Or that could be her vision blurring from tears. Either way she didn't notice the white dog in front of her until it was too late. She heard the cracking and the yelps. She screamed for help, but all she could was cry.


Hello. Well that's chapter 2. Did you see tonight's episode? INTENSE! Read and Review, and feel free to PM me!

P.S. If you want to see Gemma's outfits, you can check them out on my profile page.