-o0o-

I woke up feeling like I owned the entire world for the first time in god knows how long. Although I was definitely bummed about my morning wood action. Allison and I had talked all the way to my house. I don't know how or why, but I felt like I'd known her for a long time. I still had trouble with my anxiety around her but she had a way of making me feel comfortable.

I got out of bed dancing around my room when my sister finally yelled at me to get up. I ransacked my closet in search of something sexy to wear. If Allison wanted to be friends I wouldn't stop her. All I can do is be the hottest friend she has. Sans Lydia Martin of course. That girl is something else.

I decided on my biker jacket, a black, mesh shirt, and another pair of ripped skinny jeans. I threw my black vans on the bed and hopped in the shower. I sang loudly and washed my body with vigor under the cold water. I couldn't wait to go to school and see her again.

"If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy," I sang loudly, shaking my hips.

I washed my long black hair and hopped out of the shower. After brushing my teeth and styling my hair, I put my clothes on. I stood in front of the mirror and looked over myself meticulously. I've never really had low esteem when it came to my body per se but below the waist is another story. I have to make sure that my biggest flaw is hidden completely.

Once I'm sure that it's securely tucked away and hidden from prying eyes, I'm ready to go and see my crush. I mean go to school...

-o0o-

I pulled the cover off my bike delicately and smiled at the black beast. I remember back in Nashville the girls would throw themselves at me just to take a ride. Hopefully Beacon Hills is just the same.

"Are you sure you want to ride that thing to school, V? You could bust your head open or anything. I still don't know why you brought it down here," Koty said, rolling her eyes. My sister hated my bike with a passion. In her mind I'm still the little baby that she used to carry around on her hip.

My fingers ran over the seat of the motorcycle meticulously. It is a chick magnet for sure. I just never wanted to gain attention from anyone here but now I actually want that. I have to get over my limerence somehow. I actually want a relationship. Not this debilitating addiction to a person.

If I'm going to win Allison over I need to be more desirable. Women like things that other women want. It's all science. I have to get over being intersex somehow. I mean, what's so wrong about having a penis? It's totally functional and not particularly small. Besides the fact that I hate having to hide it, I shouldn't be so hard on myself.

"I'm not stupid. I know how to drive the thing. Don't worry so much, ugly," I said, grinning at her. I threw my leg over the bike and sat down. I already felt like a badass just sitting on it. If only Allison was sitting behind me. Arms wrapped around my waist. One day, Ivy. One day.

Koty huffed and threw me the keys. I caught them easily and smirked. "If I get called to the hospital I'm whooping your ass. Even if you're in the hospital bed. Remember that! And wear the fucking helmet."

I stuck out my tongue at her and pulled the helmet over my head. I crunk up the bike and listened to it growl for a moment. A smirk spread over my lips like a virus. I revved the engine a few times just to hear my sister curse from the house and pulled out of the garage. I hate school but maybe I can make it my bitch. It is my last year after all.

Here I come.

-o0o-

As I rode into the parking lot, almost every head turned my way. At first, my anxiety was going insane but I calmed myself down. They can look all they want. The more the merrier. I need to make an entrance and get some good recognition if I want female attention.

I parked my bike and straightened out my jacket casually. I took off my helmet and shook out my hair like they do in the movies. I smirked thinking about my dramatic antics. The fact that I have to draw out a plan to get this girl is outrageous to me but she's just so...fuck.

I walked into the school, hearing the whispers and feeling the eyes on my back. As I strolled down the hallway with my helmet under my arm, I caught the eyes of a few girls. My gaydar went off with a few of them. Alex from gym class definitely wanted me. Her blue eyes twinkled and she gave me the lesbian smirk. Its a real thing.

I smirked right back and turned away, heading for my locker. As I opened my locker, I sensed someone on the other side of it. My brows shot up and I peeked around it to see who it was. I actually expected it to be Allison but I was disappointed.

"I gotta say, you look hot in leather. And mesh," Stiles said, grinning at me. His boyish face was alight with mirth and his eyes sweeped over me dramatically.

My face scrunched up at him against my will. I've only ever talked to him once. It was about Star Wars and that's the last thing we talked about. The guy is just too energetic for me. I like slow paced conversations and shit.

"Thanks, I guess. Flannels look sexy on you too," I said sarcastically. Stiles grinned wider in my peripherals and I rolled my eyes. I wonder why he thought it was okay to talk to me now. I don't even really know him.

"You're not as discreet as you think you are," he sang quietly. I scowled as I put my helmet in the locker and threw my bag over my shoulder. What the fuck is he talking about?

"You have a total hard on for Allison and Scott knows. You should tip toe."

I closed my locker gently as to not slam it. My nostrils flared and I stared him in the eye. I was more angry at him saying hard on.

"Look, I have no idea what the hell you're talking about. Me and Allison just became friends. You can tell Scott that I'm not doing anything inappropriate with his girlfriend and he can get over himself."

Stiles still had that annoying grin on his face. Like he knew something that I didn't. "Girlfriend? Whatever you say. Despite your obvious annoyance with me, I like you. We're gonna be friends whether you like it or not," he said, leaning against the lockers. I almost protested but he is Allison's friend. Suddenly, his face changed. "12 o'clock. Our crushes are moving in. Repeat. Our crushes are moving in."

My expression went from annoyance to forced casualty in seconds. Stiles smirked at me and threw himself into a fake conversation with me. "Oh my god dude. Did you see the way that girl was looking at you? She totally wanted it."

I felt them before they even spoke but I gave a fake laugh anyway. "I know, man. I'm not into blondes though. She'll just have to get over it."

One of them tapped me on the shoulder and I forced myself not to jump. I knew for a fact that it was Allison. It just had to be. I turned around with a fake look of surprise planted on my face. She looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

"You and Stiles are friends? How come I didn't know about this? He gets around a lot," Lydia said, playing with her hair. I grinned at her and turned back to Allison with an expectant look on my face. She held our poster in her hands.

"I didn't know you owned a motorcycle. Everybody's talking about it. Especially the girls," she said, smirking. I rolled my eyes at her and ran a hand through my hair to calm myself. My heart felt like it was trying to run away. I could just barely hear Stiles trying to talk to Lydia about something dumb and her shooting him down.

"Yeah, I bought it back home. I just decided that I might as well put it to use and show people how much of a badass I am."

Allison laughed at me and I smiled softly at her. I love hearing that sound from her. It's so innocent and carefree. Suddenly, the warning bell rings and we all groan in annoyance. "Well, maybe you can give me a ride when you come to stay the night Friday. If you want to?"

And I'm drowning in the crush again. My mouth opens and closes like a fish and she looks at me oddly. Finally, I manage to get out words. "Yes! I mean, of course. No problem."

Allison smiles again and I'm happy until she has to ruin it. Her face scrunched up and she frowned. "Hey Stiles, where is Scott? He should be here by now."

My heart drops for the thousandth time. I'm really beginning to hate this guy. He's not even here and he's still on her mind. I wish she was like that with me. I take it as my cue to get the fuck out of dodge. I'm not staying around for this.

"He's talking over some doggy business with our dear friend Derek. He'll be here shortly. Don't fret," Stiles said, not even looking at her. Doggy business? Whatever. God he's so obvious about his crush on Lydia that I want to puke. I hope I'm not like that.

"Well, I'm going to class. See you dorks later," I said casually. Stiles shouted something dumb at me as I walked away and Allison laughed out loud. My grin could rival that of the chesire cat. I'm totally certain.

-o0o-

All through first and second period, people were striking up conversations. Mostly about my bike. The girls were the most interesting. I caught the way they batted their eyelashes and played with their hair. We humans are so very easy to read. My many years of watching people came in handy and I ended up with a few numbers.

On my way to English class, I strolled through the hall like I owned it. A permanent smirk on my face. Today is going well for me so far. All I had to do was ride my bike and now I'm the most interesting person in Beacon Hills. Another flaw in humanity that I'm taking full advantage of.

When I get to the class, I groan internally. Allison and Scott stand beside the door, against the wall. They seem to be having an argument about something. He looks totally wrecked over it and Allison is trying to placate him.

My body goes haywire and I try to slip past them into the classroom. My eyes twitch as I try to hear what they're saying. I'm nosy but whatever.

"-no reason to be so worried. She's not dangerous, Scott."

"You don't know that," he said adamantly. My brows shot into my hairline.

This has to be about me. After what Stiles said, it makes complete sense but why is he so afraid of me? I'm just a normal depressed teenager with mommy and daddy issues.

In class, I'm totally ecstatic but equally annoyed when Allison sits behind me. My body locks up instantly when she sits down. My mind is so attuned to everything she does that I can't pay attention when the teacher begins to speak. My heart throbs in my ears.

I jump unceremoniously when she taps on my back. The teacher looks at me oddly and I give a well practiced fake cough. She narrows her eyes at me and continues talking. Allison chuckles behind me and tosses a note over my shoulder when the teacher turns around.

I bite my lip against a smile and open it discreetly. I can almost feel the release of dopamine in my brain, soothing the beast.

I'm sorry about Scott. Ever since we broke up he hasn't been handling it well. And I'm sure you heard us outside. I hope you're not angry with me. He just doesn't trust people easily.

My heart fell when I saw his name but the next line made my heart stutter. They broke up? When? Why did he kiss her then? I wanted to ask her all these questions but I refrained. I wrote back a quick "It's Fine" and handed it to her under the desk. My hand tingled when it brushed against her bare leg and I cursed her for wearing dresses. My body heated up immediately.

The guy beside me reached out his hand and my brows came together in confusion when I saw a note. I grabbed it quickly before the teacher could see and began examining it. Alex was written in nice handwriting on the front of it. My eyes widened and I smirked. I think I might have a candidate.

We only talk in gym but I really like you. I'm glad that you're coming out of your shell. I wanna to know if you'll come with me to Jungle on Saturday? Maybe as a date? You won't regret it :)

My smirk widened even further. I'm a bit famous at Jungle. I love dancing and when I heard about the place my sister and I went every weekend to shut shit down. I felt Allison lean over my shoulder, trying to be discrete and failing miserably. I don't try to hide the note and instead just write back my agreement. Telling Alex that I'll meet her there around 8 o'clock. When I hand the guy the note, Allison sits back in her desk slowly. I just hope that she's jealous.

Something pokes me in the side suddenly and my hand shoots down to grab it. Allison gasps quietly behind me and I realize that I grabbed her hand. In my mind, my first reaction is to pull my hand away like I've been burnt. Instead, I slowly pry the note from her soft hand. I can hear her sharp intake of breath behind me and I smirk in triumph.

I open it quietly and smile at the words.

So, you and Alex? I didn't know you liked girls. I mean I could sorta tell but I didn't want to assume. Anyway, Lydia and I could come with if you want? I forgot to give you my number the other day...so here.

I smiled as I saw her number on the note. I'm making progress. I was about to write back when the bell rang. I stood up from my seat and stuffed the note in my pocket. I could feel Allison behind me, waiting for me to turn around. God, will I ever be able to be normal around her? This shit is so annoying.

I turned around and gave her a little smile. She returned it in kind. "You two can come along if you want. I'd like to see if you can dance anyway."

She laughed a little bit and shook her head.

"I've been told that I dance well. I want to see you at work. I could've sworn I heard something about Ivy when I was last there."

I blushed a bit and nodded. Maybe her seeing me dance will make her fall in love. Allison stepped closer and touched my arm. I froze up a little bit. "You can sit with me and my friends at lunch if you want to. Lydia and Stiles already like you, so."

I looked at her surprised. Scott wouldn't like that but then again. I don't really care because they're not together. "Of course. I'd love to."

She was about to say something when Alex walked up beside me. An odd look came across Allison's face that I couldn't decipher. I turned to Alex and gave her a sly smirk. She blushed heavily.

"I can't wait to see you in action," she said, slowly walking past. I ran a hand through my hair and crossed my arms.

"I can't wait to see if you can keep up," I called, casually. Alex blushed again and walked away. Allison snorted beside me as we began to walk towards the cafeteria. My brows shot up in surprise. "What's wrong?"

"You two just don't seem that compatible. She has a reputation for...certain things and I just don't want you to get hurt," she said. I nodded along in understanding. Alex does get around a lot but I don't plan on having a relationship with her.

"I'm not stupid, Allison. I've had my fair share of horrible relationships and I don't plan on actually being with her. Everybody needs a bit of affection sometimes."

Allison looked at me oddly as we walked into the cafeteria. I hate that I can't read her as easily as I read everyone else. I just want to know what she's thinking about. Instead, I just remain silent and move over to get my food.

As we walk toward the lunch table, I see Scott glaring at me. I smile discreetly and nudge Allison. She laughs and nudges me back softly. Stiles waves me over to his side and I stroll on over. Of course he sits beside Lydia. No doubt it wasn't her fault. Allison sits down across from me, right beside Scott with his brooding expression.

"Guess what I heard," Stiles said to me. I stuffed a fry in my mouth and hummed. He leaned in. "You have a date with Alex and she's planning some stuff for that night."

I choke on my fry and flinch as Stiles strikes me in the back. I drink my milk slowly to clear my throat and notice Allison glaring at Stiles. I wonder what that is it about. Scott looks completely annoyed.

"What do you mean, Stiles," I asked hoarsely. He grinned at me secretly and I rolled my eyes. "How the hell do you know this already? I just agreed to the fucking date not even thirty minutes ago."

Lydia laughed at me and leaned around him. "Stiles here is the biggest gossiper in the school despite being the biggest nerd. Plus, Alex wasn't exactly quiet about it either. She's practically falling over herself to announce her date with the unattainable Ivy Winters."

My eyes widened and I looked around the cafeteria to see where she was. Alex was on the far side of the cafeteria laughing with her friends about something. I almost wanted to cancel the date after that but I just shrugged. The worst that could happen is I'll get laid.

"Where are you from? You don't sound like you're from California," Scott said, suspicious. I looked him in the eyes and almost flinched. There was something in his eyes that scared me.

"I'm from Tennessee. My accent has always been pretty thick," I said casually, taking a bite of my sandwich.

He narrowed his eyes at me and I noticed his hands trembling. What the fuck is wrong with him? Allison looked at him in alarm and I noticed the others doing the same. What's going on right now? Does he have epilepsy?

"What do you want with Allison," he asked, almost growling. I sat back in my chair, startled. I felt the sudden urge to run away from this situation. My heart was beginning to beat hard in my chest. "You're heart is beating fast. Why are you panicking? Got something to hide?"

"Scott! Stop right now! Ivy don't listen to him," Allison said adamantly. I looked at her oddly and then at Stiles and Lydia. They were frozen. Just looking at me cautiously. I thought I might have a panic attack.

Scott got up and stormed out of the cafeteria. Stiles and Lydia ran behind him, leaving me with Allison, completely confused and startled. How did he know that my heart was beating fast? Allison reached across the table and grabbed my hands.

"Come on, let's just go to class. I'll explain everything Friday, I promise," she said, quietly. I was so shocked that I just nodded and let her drag me out of the lunch room. Shit is getting really weird around here.