A/N: Look, basically I did a thing. And I found it kind of hard to write with the timeline and stuff, so I just kind of played fast and lose with things. Cool? I obviously own nothing, because then things would have been written a lot different in the show. I do however own CJ, kinda. She is totally a ripoff a character, can you guess who? Its not too hard. Anyways, I hope you enjoy. :)
CJ's P.O.V.
As I once again walked into the halls of my high school I wondered if anything ever changed around here?
Yeah yeah, the annoyed, maybe a little emo, rebellious bored teen from a suburb in California, could I be more cliche? But what can I say? I am a sucker for the classics, that being you know, Marx and Nieche and Austen. I liked people who could think differently. I walked to my locker and put in the usual first day amount of books I had picked up from the library and walked to my english class sitting where I usually sat, pulling out an actually interesting book. As the others filed in I ignored them, mostly focusing on reading and a little on listening in on their conversations. I was a journalist after all, what would I be if not on top of the pulse. Sadly, nothing was as boring as to listening to how cute Lydia Martins outfit was, or how someone hated their clothes, or was dumped over the summer. I sometimes wondered how they could all be content living like this, seemingly all sheep in an endless herd created to fixate on looks and social status rather than actually developing a character.
"As you all know, there indeed was a body found in the woods last night. And I am sure your eager little minds are coming up with various marcabre scenarios as to what happened. But I am here, to tell you, that the police have a suspect in custody, which means you can give your undivided attention to the syllabus that is on your desk, outlining this semester. And Miss Marquez?" My teacher said, clearly trying to get my attention, to appease him I lowered my book slightly and looked at him.
"Yes?" I said impatiently, as my teacher looked at me exasperated.
"Please put down, you Alexander Huxley book, as that is not on the reading list." He said and I rolled my eyes and put it down with a sigh.
"Bummer, I thought english class was supposed to create free thinkers and an appreciation for litterature." I said with a sarcastic smile, he looked at me disappointed.
"Yes well, we can't all be Dead Poets Society. Now. We begin with…" My teacher started to a little snicker from my classmates I leaned back and picked up the paper quickly scanning through the reading materials. As usual there was nothing too interesting about it, god forbid an american public school actually taught something with depth. I sighed and started to look around for a distraction, I raised an eyebrow as Scott, who was two seats in front of me, flinched and looked around as if to try and locate a sound. That is interesting I thought as he ended up looking out the window seemingly finding what he was looking for.
We were introduced a few seconds later to our new student. I noted that she was pretty, she would be in high demand soon enough. As she sat down and Scott immediately handed her a pen, I knew I was right. As we left class I saw Alison and Lydia Martin talking. I smirked knowing this was bound to happen.
"How has new girl been here all of five minutes and she is already hanging out with Lydias clique?" Amanda asked and I looked up from my book with a smirk.
"Natural selection." I said in my usual monotone voice getting the attention of Stiles and her and Stiles just shrugged.
"Nah, it's cuz she's hot. And beautiful people just herd together." Stiles said and I shrugged.
"Like I said natural selection." I said with a smirk before walking away, as Scott was clearly not listening to the argument now starting between Amanda and Stiles. I walked to the school paper room and sat down with a sigh taking out my book since Amy was not there yet. As she walked in I put my book down and gave her a small smile.
"So, please tell me you'll let me do something fun this year?" I said and she looked at me a little disappointed and I rolled my eyes.
"Look, if you find a great story I'm not saying don't go for it. But since the incident with the lunch lady last year. You're on lacrosse duty. Sorry." She said and I rolled my eyes.
"Fuck. I'm still holding my ground that Doris was corrupt! I had the proof!" I said as she got to work, I sighed and got up from my seat and went to the supply closet grabbing a camera before heading off to the lacrosse field. I was seemingly there before most people, so I sat down at the bleachers and took out my book, and read a chapter as people filed on to the field and the bleechers.
"I will give you the lay of the land." I heard Lydia say above me, I looked up to see er sitting down behind me with the new girl, I smiled a little and Alison smiled back.
"How kind of you Lydia. Let me guess, most people are losers?" I said and she raised an eyebrow as I smirked, I liked Lydia, she was just a little stuck up sometimes. Plus she hid the fact that she was smart and that the two of us had been competing in various academic competitions over the years. She resented every one of the ones that I had won.
"No no. But I guess we can't all constantly be reading Sylvia Plath can we Cecilia?" She said putting an emphasis on my name. I rolled my eyes but sat up a little.
"You're in my english class right? I'm Alison." Alison interjected holding her hand out to me and I took it and shook it shortly before nodding.
"Yeah. Oh and it's CJ, which Lydia knows, but just chooses to ignore, because she is still mad I beat her to captain of the Academic Decathlon team." I said with a smirk rubbing it in, she looked down at me annoyed.
"I would have won that, if you had not given me food poisoning!" She protested and I smirked and shrugged.
"Whatever makes you sleep at night." I said with a smirk, sighing and putting my book down now that practice was beginning, I actually walked down and stood beside the bench as I pulled out the camera to take some pictures.
"You're joining me on the bench this year?" Stiles said to me in a little disbelief. I put the camera down and shrugged.
"Yeah, well, Scott is actually paying me. Didn't want you to feel too bad now that he is gonna be on the team." I said and he gave me an unamused look, before turning his attention to the field, as did I.
After that practice I looked at Stiles, but more Scott curiously. How the hell had he gotten this good over the summer? And what was with his weird outburst in class?
I kind of kept a curious eye on Scott since that day. I was especially interested when he told Jackson who was threatening him, that he could see, hear and smell impossible things. I noted that down, along with this weird camera flair that had started happening to some of the picture I took of him at practice.
When he did that backflip I knew something was seriously up with him. I noted how he was out in sunlight so it was not possible he was a vampire or something. But something sticky was definitely up, I thought all of this supernatural stuff was a little bit of a joke, but hearing and seeing Scott do all these kinds of things made me curious. That night I looked across the street to Stiles' room where he was clearly furiously googling something. I also noted how Scott had stopped using his inhaler on the field. This was very interesting. I was also joke googling a little about what could cause this. Somehow those symptoms led me to a lot of strange websites, mostly about werewolves, which was odd, because there were no wolves in California. I shrugged it off, but noted it as a possible theory until I could gather what was really going on.
I went to that lame ass party that friday knowing I should, but mostly because I did enjoy seeing teenagers throw themselves at each other either for attention of people or whoever they were in love with this weekend. I was in the kitchen making a toast when Allison and Scott walked in, I smirked at the two of them but said nothing. I had taken a liking to Allison the times I had talked with her, especially without Lydia's presence.
"Hello to you two. I can't believe you're at this lame party." I said sarcastically but Scott just furrowed his eyebrows at me looking confused.
"But you're here." He said and I smirked.
"Am I?" I said before taking a bite of my toast walking away.
General P.O.V.
"Well, you've now officially met CJ." Scott said to Allison who chuckled lightly and shrugged.
"We actually have a few classes, we've met before. I like her. She is a little weird, but clearly so herself. Kind of like you and Stiles. I like that you guys don't care what people think about you." She said with a smile, at first Scott took a little offence being compared to the odd girl, but his thoughts were soon elsewhere being both distracted by Allison and Derek.
CJ's P.O.V.
I docked out after a little while at the party only to see Scott drive off leaving Allison stranded with Derek Hale. Something was seriously off with Scott right now, I had seen the way that boy looked at the new girl, and he would definitely not up and leave her like that. I looked up as I walked home and accidentally started laughing a little, the irony that he got probably sick and was acting weird on the night of a full moon, well that was just too good for my brain to handle. Though as I read more about as I got home, the more his symptoms fit. Now I just had to get proof and confront him and Stiles. This was gonna be the best story ever.
The real penny dropped for me when I saw Scott getting dragged off by Stiles after probably dislocating Jacksons shoulder. I walked over and looked curiously as I picked up his glove. It had holes in it. But not just regular holes, claw like holes. I quickly put it away and left the field to freak out. I had fun just kind of joking around with myself that he was a werewolf but what if that was actually true? Was my weird aunt then a real witch too? This opened up the door for so many possibilities and I kind of let it all flood over me. I had no idea what to think. If the supernatural existed there were so many things that both now didn't and did make sense. The amount of animal attacks in this city that promptly stopped a little while after the Hale family was burned. Everyone chalked that up to the fire scaring away the animals, they did live out in the woods after all, but now I could not help but wonder, what if the fire did scare the animals? But rather killed the animals? Weren't Derek Hale at the party? He was probably a werewolf too.
All my thoughts were flying through my mind and everything started to make sense, but it was too hard for me to actually believe. I felt myself slide down into a classroom just letting everything sink in, trying to wrap my head and feelings around it.
The next few days seemed to move like a blur, which I was only pulled out of in History when Allison was suddenly stood in front of me.
"No book today? Are you sick?" She said with a smile and I sat up and smirked.
"Sadly no. I just did not get enough sleep last night. What's up with you?" I asked, what could I say, I liked the girl. She smiled with a nod and sat down next to me.
"Well, I was wondering if you would want to go out with me and a few others after the game saturday?" She said and I looked at her furrowing my eyes.
"Whatever gave you the impression that I was social?" I said in my usual monotone voice and she just chuckled and shrugged.
"Looks, it's just a small group, and I really want you to come." She said pleading a little, I sighed knowing I was too kind for this world.
"Fine. But you better not make me fifth wheel." I said and she chuckled and nodded.
"Wouldn't dream of it. You can be sixth wheel and Stiles can be fifth." She said joking and I actually smiled a little.
"I could still uninvite myself." I protested and she laughed.
I stood by the bench during the game snapping photos, as soon as it ended I also noticed how Scott ran off. Before I was engulfed in the crowd I followed Allison, I might still be trying to wrap my head around this supernatural thing, but that did not mean I wanted to see my friend hurt. I was a little behind and I walked into the changing rooms, seeing Stiles also enter. He hid behind a bleacher clearly watching Scott and Allison kiss. I smiled, good for her, then looked down at Stiles not being able to contain myself. As soon as I knew I would not be ruining anything for the two love birds, I cleared my throat for Stiles to hear. He turned around dramatically waving his arms around like he was ready to fight.
"Jesus." He yelped in a hushed tone. I just smirked and looked at him.
"Your stalking is becoming serious Stiles." I said and he just furrowed his eyes at me annoyed.
"Well, you're here too. So." He stuttered his comeback and I nodded and shrugged.
"You can't stalk a stalker." I said with a smirk padding his back. As I joined Allison walking out of the room.
The next monday, the boys seemed to be in crisis after a bus driver had been attacked. It was bloody and I wondered if Scott could have done it. He seemed pretty harmless, but maybe he was not able to control his werewolf gene yet? I had no idea how long he had been a werewolf, but it had definitely happened some time during the break. I smirked in chemistry when Stiles was moved to the back and sat down beside me.
"CJ." He greeted and I nodded with a confident smirk as he sat down.
"Fellow outcast." I said and he opened his mouth and raised his finger at me.
"Hey, I am not an outcast, in fact I am cool by association now." He said as a matter of factly and I just smirked knowing I had hit a nerve. Before shrugging and leaning forward from my otherwise leaned back position so that I could whisper more silently to the boy. I had tried to think of how to talk to the boys about my theory but no opportunity had presented itself until now. Well, I could have brought it up in the locker room, but I did actually not feel like ruining Scotts happy moment.
"So, did Scott kill the busdriver?" I asked bluntly and Stiles wipped his head around dramatically, but then tried to shrug it off as casual.
"What? No. How could you even think that?" He tried to protest quietly and I just smirked knowing now that I had hit a nerve.
"Well, it's not that I think Scott meant to do it. But depending on how long he has been a werewolf, he probably hasn't learned to control it yet." I said smirking and he opened his mouth once again trying to protest, but I raised an eyebrow daring him to contradict me.
"We will talk about this later okay?" He said after a long pause, clearly needed to figure something out. I was not going to get more out him either, since a girl called out that they seemed to have found something. And all of our attention was pulled from the class and onto the man being wheeled out on a stretcher. I did however look a little concerned over at Stiles whose attention was solely on Scott at the moment.
In our free period I was practically dragged into an empty classroom by Stiles and Scott was sitting there looked at me confused and I smirked. This was going to be fun. Stiles just looked at him exasperated and sighed.
"Sooo. CJ knows." He simply said and Scott looked from me who nodded smirking and onto Stiles who was scratching the back of his head.
"What? Why would you tell her?" Scott said accusatory at Stiles and he put his hands up to protest, I also took offence to it.
"Hey, I figured it out on my own. I mean if you think about it, it is obvious that you're a werewolf." I said and the boys looked at me with expressions that were a combination of confused and impressed.
"Fine. Yes. I am a werewolf. Please don't tell anyone." Scott said in a pleading tone, and my eyes widened and I chuckled a little.
"Holy shit, I was right? Cuz I was like only 80% sure. This is awesome! Can you turn into like a full blown wolf, or is it more Buffy the vampire slayer? How do you react to wolvesbane? Oh and what is the limit to your powers. Have you tested how fast he can run and stuff? Do you heal better too?" I rambled off really excited about this, but Stiles just nodded at me.
"You know, why didn't I think of that? I should have thought of that?" He said and I nodded smirking. Scott just cleared his throat getting our attention and looking angry.
"Would you two stop enjoy this?! This is not fun. This is not a game. This is real, and I might have killed the busdriver. And I need help to not kill anyone else." He said clearly frustrated and I swallowed lightly and nodded, he was right, this was serious. However I figured I could help.
"Okay. You had a dream where you accidentally killed Allison and then you actually attacked the bus driver correct?" I asked him and he nodded.
"Okay, well then before the date take a sedative or something to ensure that you surpress your feelings. That way you can't lose control." I said like it was the obvious and logical conclusion it was. Both boys looked at me first confused then impressed then seemingly confused as to why they had not thought of that.
Later that night Stiles called me telling me they were breaking into school and asked if I wanted to come. I shrugged and walked out meeting him by his Jeep. It had its perks being his neighbour.
"So, I am like part of the Scooby gang now?" I asked with a small smile. For some reason I kind of wanted to be, all of this was pretty facinating, and besides Allison, I had actually enjoyed spending time with Stiles looking into ancient texts at the library this afternoon. My mom would be thrilled that I was making friends probably. But something about them just made me want to be a part of it all. He smirked and nodded his head to the side once.
"I mean, if you want. Just remember I'm Batman you're Robin." He said as he got in to his car. I got in the other side and shook my head at him.
"Nah, I am at least Batgirl." I said with a smirk getting in ready to discuss this all the way to Scotts house.
We picked up Scott who told us to keep watch, much to Stiles' protests as he broke into the parking lot. I sat there waiting with Stiles in silence watching the parking lot. Seeing Scott run back to the car over one and doing a flip, was seriously amazing. And we hurried off when Scott yelled at us to drive. He apparently remembered he hadn't killed the bus driver and now his sole focus was on going on this date with Allison. As Stiles and I drove home I turned to him in wonder.
"How come Scott is going out with the cool people, while we're stuck at home on a friday night?" I asked and he just looked at me and shrugged.
"I guess because we don't have dates. I don't think I have ever seen you with a guy." He said and I rolled my eyes and sat up a little more.
"So just because you don't see with a guy means I don't date?" I said and he seemed to panic at my question looking to me with an open mouth.
"No, it's just, like we're neighbours I would have probably noticed, right? I'm not saying you couldn't. I mean you're pretty." He said and I narrowed my eyes at him.
"So therefore I have value?" I asked and he seemed to panic even more as he pulled into his driveway.
"No, it's just. I mean." He tried to stutter and I figured I like his company or at least I had like riling him up all day.
"I'm kidding Stiles. Wanna come over and watch a movie?" I asked with a small smirk as he sighed and nodded.
"Yeah, sounds like fun." He said and we went inside.
I knew neither of our parents were home yet. Seeing as my mom worked in the dispatch and his dad as the sheriff. His mom dead, my dad dead, in a car accident three years ago. I tried not to think about it too much. I got us some ice cream and let him pick the movie. We watched it and hung out talking about non sense and mostly the movie. Eventually his dad got home and he got up from his seat on the couch.
"Well, see you tomorrow. You know you're not as bad company as you pretend like you are." He said and I shrugged with a smirk walking him to the door.
"What can I say? I like to surprise people." I said and he nodded and walked out the door waving goodbye to me as he walked across the street to his own house. He pointed at back at me and I waved to his dad when he was clearly scolding him for breaking curfew.
My mom came home a few hours later and I greeted her, looking up from my book before she went to bed. Later I heard a knock on my window. I got up to investigate and found Stiles on the other side of it I opened it with furrowed brows.
"What's up?" I asked and he just looked at me seemingly a little frustrated.
"My dad just left. We need to talk to Scott." He said and I nodded grabbing some shoes and threw them out before myself climbing through the window. I picked up the shoes and nodded at he boy.
"What are we waiting for then?" I said and he smirked. I put on my shoes as we drove to Scotts house.
"By the way, Derek and the Hale's are totally werewolves too right? I forgot to ask earlier." I said and he looked at me confused.
"How did you figure all of this out?" He said and I just shrugged.
"Well, there was all Scotts symptoms that seemed to all point to werewolf, and once I accepted that as a probable possibility I figured what else would make sense if werewolves exited. And the fact that there were a bunch of animal attacks that stopped after the Hale fire. Well that was just too much of a coincidence." I said and he looked at me impressed and nodded.
"Plus he is like really creepy?" He said ending with a smirk and I laughed a little.
"So creepy!" I said and he laughed a little too.
He helped me in through the window at Scotts house and then climbed in himself. He fell back on the bed yelling as whom I presumed to be Scotts mom screamed holding a baseball bat up in front of him.
"Stiles! What the hell are you doing here?" She yelled seeming exhausted by his antics.
"What am I doing? God, do either of you even play baseball?" He yelled out and she just said something confused before noticing me. I stood a little awkwardly in the corner until now.
"Who are you?" Scotts mom asked seeming tired and I just smiled and waved.
"CJ. I'm a new friend of Scott and Stiles." I said awkwardly and she nodded sighing as the lights turned on and Scott walked in, confused to see all of us.
"Can you please tell your friends to use the front door?" Scotts mom asked and he just shrugged and looked at her.
"But we lock the front door. He wouldn't be able to get in." He said and she just looked at him annoyed.
"Exactly." She said before looking between us.
"And by the way, do either of you care that there is a police-enforced curfew?" She asked annoyed and we all just, without looking, in unison went.
"No." Like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"No. Alright then, well, you know what? That about enough parenting from me for one night. Nice to meet you CJ. Sorry about them. Good night." She said throwing the bat on the bed and walking out.
"I like her." I said as she walked out earning a look from Scott.
"What the hell are you two even doing here?" Scott asked and Stiles sighed as I sat down beside him. Having gotten the gist of what happened from Stiles in the car ride here.
Scott sat down on a chair in front of us looking concerned.
"What?" He asked and Stiles started.
"My dad left for the hospital 15 minutes ago. It's the busdriver. They said he succumbed to his wounds." He started and I nodded trying to ease the situation.
"Succumbed?" Scott asked and I sighed looking to Stiles before continuing, figuring if I was gonna be part of the Scooby gang I needed to give good and bad news.
"He's dead." I said looking down a little.
Scott seemed upset and he ran off. I sighed and looked out the window that he had just left out of.
"Well, that went as well as we could expect." I said and he just shrugged.
"Yeah, we of all people should know there is no nice way to say that someone died." He said and I nodded in agreement as we too walked to the window about to climb out.
As Stiles drove us home I turned and looked at him.
"Do you think Scott is gonna be okay? I mean he didn't kill the guy. But he seemed to feel guilty." I said and Stiles just nodded and sighed.
"I don't know. I hope so. Scott is always okay. He can fix this." He said turning to me with a smile and I nodded.
"Probably" He muttered lowly to himself as he turned his attention back to the road. I smiled a little at his weird quirk and also turned my attention back on the road.
Scott was fine, and I continued to hang out with Stiles and Scott at school, which also included Allison a lot. The only bad part of that deal was the Lydia and Jackson was included too.
Lydia pulled me aside and smiled at me her usual way, I raised an eyebrow knowing she wanted something, now that we had common friends.
"Cecilia, you know, I actually consider you a friend." She said and I furrowed my brows a little.
"Since when?" I said, I never really had that many friends, or at least people I considered friends, but Lydia was the last person who would have come up on that list even then.
"What? I mean I always felt like we had a bond." She said and I sighed and leaned against the wall.
"What do you want?" I asked wanting to cut right to the chase, and she sighed dropping the act and smile, which actually calmed me down.
"Fine. Jackson, doesn't know I'm smart. I like my man confident. And if that means that he doesn't know about mathletes and academic decathlons then so be it." She started and I looked at her a little taken back. I knew damn well that she was smart, and I wondered why a girl like her, with such confidence who could have, any guy she wanted in this school, chose to lie to her boyfriend.
"It's stupid I know. Look I know you have a thing with honesty and whatever, but please, don't tell him or mention our competition." She continued giving me a pleading look. I did pity her a little, I always hated lying, I believed in honesty. Well my mother would say I was obsessed with it. But I looked at the girl in front of me, I saw all of her proud academic achievements, and I also saw how happy she seemed with Jackson. I sighed and rolled my eyes, maybe if I could keep Scott's secret, I could keep hers too.
"Fine. I still think it is dumb though. Oh, and I want something in return." I said pointing at her, at first she looked relieved but then gave me an annoyed glare.
"What?" She said and I smirked.
"You, are gonna start calling me CJ, no more Cecilia bullshit. Cool?" I said and she rolled her eyes at me, but then sighed.
"Fine. You really need to get your priorities straight, I mean you could have asked for anything, a makeover from your boyish clothes, a makeup tutorial, anything, and you chose that? You're weird. Always have been actually." She said and I chuckled a little and shrugged.
"And you're smart." I said and she smiled and shrugged.
"Thank you." She mouthed before walking off.
I walked back to Scott and Stiles who were sitting by themselves today. I saw Scott looking over at Allison, but more importantly Stiles looking after Lydia, and starring, then he realised that I was the one she pulled aside and turned his attention to me looking frantic.
"What did she want? Did she say anything? Did she ask about me?" He fired off the way he did when he was desperate for information, I narrowed my eyes and looked at him confused for a moment. I always thought his starring at Lydia was a bit much, but I did not know he was that much in love with her. For some reason it annoyed me a little but I just smirked a little and leaned over like I was telling a secret.
"Of course Stiles. She asked if you knew she existed because she has had the biggest crush on you for years, and only settled for Jackson." I said ending with a sarcastic smile, he looked excited for a moment and looked from me to Scott and then over at her before looking back at me.
"Really?" He said seriously and I let my face fall flat.
"No. I'm pretty sure she doesn't know you exist. She just wanted me to not let slip to Jackson that she is actually smart now that we all hang out sometimes." I said leaning back with a shrug, after amusing myself a little with devastating Stiles, it also amused Scott, we both knew him and Lydia was a hopeless case.
"Wait, Lydia is smart?" He said looking at me confused before looking at her in wonderment I looked at him confused now.
"Yeah. Wait, how do you not know this? Haven't you been intently starring at her since like 6th grade?" I said confused and he looked from her to me then back and forward a few times, only diverting his look to Scott when he snorted a little at my comment.
"What? No. Seriously, am I that obvious?" He asked looking at me a little frantically.
"Bordering on creepy I would say." I said turning my head a little, it was the truth I had seen that boy almost burn holes in the back of that girls head. He hit his head on the table lightly.
"Fuck." He said and I shrugged a little, he however looked up when Scott turned to me and looked at me confused.
"Wait, how do you know Stiles has been starring at Lydia since the 6th grade? We only started talking a few months ago." He said and Stiles turned to me a little confused also. I felt like I was backed into a corner and looked from one boy to the other a few times before nervously stuttering out my answer.
"Look, I'm not obsessed with him. I am just very observant." I said in a low voice, a little embarrassed.
I liked watching people and reading, I had barely had friends since I started school, never wanted them. It gave me free time to read and to observe people. So what if I had noticed Stiles' change in behaviour? I was not obsessed with him, I just liked watching him and Scott. He was fun to watch, a little overdramatic and cartoonish at times but that is what made him entertaining. Both guys watched me for a little while before turning back to their lunch. I wanted to tell them all of what I had just thought, but I could not. I might be a little obsessed with telling the truth even if it hurt people, but when it came to my own weird habits, I felt a little ashamed. Maybe it was all of the parent/teacher conferences I had been to telling me that I should have more friends. Or the fact that kids had in fact called me creepy before for watching them. Either way I was ashamed and I did not want to talk more about this subject. So I did what I always did, I hid myself away in a book. I was actually reading up on werewolf lore now that I knew that it was real.
I was hanging out with my mom at the dispatch station when the call came in. The next morning I showed up to school and met Stiles.
"What happened last night at the movie store?" I asked and he turned to me and sighed seeming surprised at first.
"How do you know about that?" He asked and I looked at him raising an eyebrow. After a short pause I was about to answer him when he made an oh face.
"Right, your mom works dispatch. Anyways, someone was killed, looks like an animal attack. The police thinks mountain lion." He said quietly to me and I nodded.
"We all know what that is code for." I said and he chuckled lightly.
"Yeah. But I think Jackson and Lydia saw something. They were at the scene. I think we should keep an eye on them. I'll take Lydia you take Jackson?" He said and I rolled my eyes at him.
"Whatever Romeo." I said shaking my head at him, as we discussed how this could be the alpha that Derek and Scott had talked about.
At lunch I met up with Stiles again and he looked at me frantically.
"Lydia is M.I.A., Jackson is acting up and I cannot find Scott anywhere, he won't answer my texts or calls. Except for a short one where he said he was on it. Which I seriously doubt." He ranted and I sighed and shrugged.
"Well not much more luck on my end." I said a little frustrated and he nodded annoyed.
"Why are we always the ones getting left behind in these things?" He said and I just shrugged.
"We're the man in the chair." I said plainly and he looked at me confused.
"Do I even wanna know?" He asked and I shook my head, I was a little afraid it would not be good for his ego. I was fine being the man in the chair, but I did not know how Stiles felt about it.
"Did you know spoons used to be considered sacreligious?" I asked changing the subject. He turned his attention to me with curiosity on his face.
The good thing about hanging out with Stiles was it took little to peak his interest in a given subject, and I loved learning obscure facts as well.
I tried to talk to Jackson later, but he ignored me, which I took as a sign that he was seemingly himself. I went home and crawled in through Stiles window when I saw him get home.
"What happened with Lydia?" I asked and he turned to me dramatically, clearly a little upset by something.
"Well, she seemed really happy to see me. She also thought I was Jackson." He said clearing his throat awkwardly. I sighed, I still wondered why he was so obsessed with this girl. I knew her and knew she could be funny and smart, but what every one else saw in her, that was a mystery to me. I gave him a knowing look waiting for him to get to the point.
"I also found this and I don't know what to do? Scott won't return my calls." He said showing me Lydia's phone, but when I turned my focus on what was on the screen I took a little bit of a step back. Talking about Scott being a werewolf versus actually seeing one with the black fur and red eyes. Those two things were completely different.
"Oh shit. So it was the alpha that attacked them?" I asked and he shrugged, but then went to delete the photo.
"Or Derek. I don't know!" He yelled exasperated.
"We need Scott." He said after a moment where he clearly calmed down, since that was said in a much more somber tone. I nodded and sat down beside him.
"Maybe he is out looking for it as we speak. Either way Lydia and Jackson are okay. Physically at least. Emotionally, well, they'll get there." I said trying to calm him down and it seemed to work I took his hand and gave it a light squeeze before letting it go. I felt incredibly awkward as I did so, and when our hands touched I felt like I could not breathe. I looked down not wanting to seem as awkward as I did. I was not exactly a pro at calming down a friend.
There was a light knock on the door and his dad entered and gave me a smile.
"Oh hey Cecilia. I didn't know you were here." He said raising and eyebrow, before looking over at Stiles who raised his hands. I just shrugged.
"Sorry, I came in through the window. Didn't wanna disturb you. He just needed help with a chemistry problem." I said and Stiles looked to me confused before looking back at his dad and nodding.
"Yeah, dad, is that okay?" He asked and his dad just smiled and looked at us like we were weird.
"Okay. Now, please tell me I'm gonna hear good news at this parent teacher thing tonight?" He asked his son and Stiles just looked at him trying to not seem ashamed of himself.
"Depends on how you define: "Good news"" Stiles said and I smirked, that was a pretty clever answer, my mom had not even bothered to ask, she was used to it. Hopefully I could surprise her this year if any teacher had noticed that I had made friends. Three to be exact.
"I define it as you getting straight A's with no behavioural issues." He said bluntly and Stiles cringed a little.
"You might wanna rethink that definition." He answered and his dad sighed.
"Enough said." He said and turned to leave, Stiles looked down a little embarrassed, I knew he tried his hardest. I put my hand on his shoulder trying to comfort him once again. Twice in one day, that might be a record.
"Hey, if it is any constellation, I'm a straight A student and my mom doesn't even get good news." I said and he looked up at me first confused but then smiled a little.
"Because you're so bad a comforting people?" He said sarcastically and I lifted my hand from his shoulder and punched it lightly instead.
"I do my best, dumbass." I said and he just laughed a little, I smiled a little too. It felt like we were having a really nice moment, that was interrupted by Stiles' dad reentering the room.
"Oh, and before I forget, I am fine with you two dating. Just in the future Cecilia, you're welcome to use the front door. And son, don't get her pregnant please?" He said, before turning to leave the room.
My eyes widened and I turned to Stiles in shock he seemed to do the same.
"What the hell?" I said and Stiles just nodded, before getting up and going to the door to yell after his dad, after seeming a little frozen for a second.
"We're not dating, why would you think we were dating?" He yelled after his dad but he seemed to be gone. I just got up and stood beside him at the door, he seemed to frustratingly lean his head against the doorframe.
"I mean, logically speaking, he did find a girl in your room who snuck in through the window. I can see why he made the assumption." I said and Stiles turned to me eyes wide. I put up my hands trying to get him to look at me less like I had just admitted to murder.
"Hey, don't blame me. It's not my fault he doesn't know you're hopelessly in love with Lydia." I said and he seemed to calm down.
"I guess it makes sense." He admitted after a short while of being embarrassed. Now we both just stood there awkwardly.
"Sooo. Wanna hang out and do our homework?" I said trying to break the silence. I did not feel like going home to the empty house at the moment. I looked down embarrassed to have asked.
"Sure. By the way I read up on the spoon thing, the history of them is actually really interesting." He said walking into the room, finally moving after what seemed like forever, to grab his books and the phones. And suddenly, as those words left his mouth it was as if the awkward tension that his dad had created between us was completely gone. And we walked downstairs and over to my house to grab my books, chatting about random things like we would have before his dad entered.
We hung out and studied in mostly silence with Stiles asking me for help a few times. We watched a movie afterwards and he threw popcorn at me, when I commented on how the movie was factually inaccurate. I thought it was a little funny and annoying at the same time, but I did like that I had the ability to annoy him.
I woke up as I heard someone clearing their throat. I was weirdly both very comfortable and uncomfortable. I opened my eyes and I looked at Stiles dad, he seemed a little hurt but he smiled at me and Stiles, which confused me. Before I lifted my head and turned, simultaniously, Stiles seemed to do the same, and we both looked at each other before letting out a little yelp, and scotting further from each other.
"Why were you sleeping on my shoulder?" He yelled at me waving his arms around. I looked at him annoyed.
"Me? Why was your arm around me?" I asked bluntly, I would not be the only one taking the blame for this and he looked at his arm in confusion and he seemed lost for words. I mean I could see how someone falls asleep to a movie and accidentally lays their head on someones shoulder, him wrapping his arm around me was an entirely different story.
"I don't know. It's not usual that someone falls asleep on me!" He yelled a little again and I rolled my eyes and got up gathering my things.
"Whatever. By the way are you okay Mr. Stilinski?" I asked as I was about to leave but got to looking up at the man in front of us a little concerned. He just smiled kindly and seemed to take it very calmly. Stiles seemed to turn his attention to his dad too.
"Oh yeah. I'm fine. I fell, luckily Mr. Argent shot that mountain lion that has been plaguing our town." He said and I nodded with a small smile, before looking to Stiles confused.
"Good. Dad, how about I help you after I walk CJ out? Yeah? Cool." He said not waiting for an answer, he swung his body over the couch in an inelegant fashion and walked me to the door. I looked at him concerned.
"They actually shot a mountain lion? I thought that was just an excuse." I said and he shrugged.
"I don't know. All I know is my dad is hurt. And it is all because Scott was too busy doing whatever he was out doing with Allison." He said annoyed and I sighed nodding. I agreed with him, Scott was the werewolf here, he was the only one that could do something, we were just the guys in the chair. And he had prioritised hanging out with Allison, over us, and more importantly our parents' safety. The more I thought about it, also remembering my mom was probably hurt too, it made me even more angry at him.
"Yeah. We'll confront him about it tomorrow okay? And hey, without your dad making things awkward, I did actually enjoy hanging out with you tonight." I said and he nodded with a small smile.
"Yeah, me too. I'll see you tomorrow, at school. And sorry about my dad." He rambled and I just smiled and shrugged.
"It's fine." I said looking down a little though feeling really awkward all of a sudden, like we had been on a date or something, which was definitely not the case with me and Stiles. I cleared my throat mostly to try to get myself to move and do or say something before he thought I was weird, and I looked up seeing him looking up as well.
"Anyways. I gotta go home. See how many ´behavioural issues´ I got this year." I said awkwardly and he nodded.
"Yeah, I should go check on my dad too." He said and it seemed like we both slowly and awkwardly back away from the situation we had just been in, seeming almost like we were having the worlds most awkward starring contest. Finally he closed the door and I turned around looking up annoyed that I was like this. Why am I like this? It was nothing. It was nothing. It was an accident the falling asleep thing, we were just good friends, why did everything have to become so awkward all of a sudden? I mean I liked hanging out with Stiles, we had done that before, with no awkwardness, but it was like as soon as his dad mentioned us dating we both tensed up. What the hell was that all about? I mean I know he is obsessed with Lydia Martin. So there was no way we would actually date. Not that I had any interest in him. Or anyone else for that matter. However as I got home I examined my behaviour and my thoughts around Stiles. I did hang out with him a lot. Like more than most people. I let him and Scott get pretty close to me, which I also normally do not do at all. Hell I had felt a little happy when I woke up just now with my head on his shoulder. But that could just be a normal response to being like, held, that did not have to mean that I liked him liked him.
I took a deep breath and nodded to myself, trying to shrug it all off. Of course I did not like him like him, it was just hormones and maybe the fact that I had not had a friend in a long time making my judgement clouded. I closed the door and put down my books on the kitchen table greeting my mom, who thankfully looked okay.
"So, what did they say this year?" I asked and she turned around and smiled.
"Well, I'm okay after that mountain lion was shot, thanks for asking. But more importantly, you did not tell me you had started hanging out with the Stilinski boy Queridinha." She said smiling widely and walked over and kissed the top of my head. I smiled but just shrugged.
"Good. I mean, it just kind of happened. We're just friends by the way." I said trying not to think about my previous train of thought. My mom just smiled at me and shook her head.
"Good sweetie. But just in case let him know I have a gun." She said and I nodded smiling.
"Yeah." I said quietly, loving how much my mom cared about me. She worked so hard for everything and I was so grateful to her, I just wished I could do her more proud.
"So, they said you've generally been making more friends. Which I love Queridinha! Still said you had a bad attitude and an affinity for reading your own material in class." She said giving me a knowing look and I just put up my hands.
"Well, they can't really slander me for reading can they?" I tried to protest making her laugh.