Disclaimer : I do not own anything relating to Teen Wolf, the characters, plot or, sadly, the actors. I only own Oriana and any unrecognizable future characters added to stir the pot ;)
Dreamerofthemoon:Thank you, so much! I'm trying to channel the kinder, more playful Derek , from like season 4, when he's around Oriana because she's like his little sister, and she's all he has left (that he knows of ") ) I think it will be interesting to see how their relationship goes when Cora, and then Malia are introduced, and they suddenly have their actual siblings. Also, for Peter, you'll see in this chapter.
Angelintheshadows15:Aww thank you for your review! It made my day! John is going to be a kind of surrogate dad for Oriana, and I'm not sure where or when but I want to fit in a scene where he confronts Peter about Oriana, can't wait for you to see it! And about Stiles and her, it will take a while for Stiles to see it (we can't expect him to get over being obsessed with Lydia for like ten years), but eventually he will see that Oriana is his real love.
:Thanks for reading! And, like I said, John is going to be a full supporter of them, and accept Oriana whole heartedly, and stepping in as a father-figure, especially after Night School ") I'm glad it wasn't OOC, I'm trying to write the characters as true to the show as possible. Don't you worry, Lydia's eagle eyes defiantly caught their 'moment'. And can I just say I love StORI! That will be their ship name from now on!
M:Haha, I was hoping someone would catch that, you seem to be the only one so far! Thank you for your support and reviews!
I had fun writing this chapter, it's a bit silly, and fun and there's lots of StORI! ENJOY!
Chapter 5 - Pack Mentality
"So you killed her?" Stiles asked as they walked through the door to the school.
"I don't know. I just woke up. And I was sweating like crazy, and I couldn't breathe. I've never had a dream where I woke up like that before."
"Really? I have." Stiles raised his brows, continuing, "Usually ends a little differently." He said as they turned a corner.
"A, I meant I've never had a dream that felt that real, and B, never give me that much detail about you in bed again." Scott told him in distaste.
Stiles shrugged. "Noted. Let me take a guess here."
Scott interrupted. "No, I know. You think it has something to do with me going out with Allison tomorrow. Like I'm gonna lose control and rip her throat out."
"No, of course not." Stiles scoffed.
They shared a look.
"Yeah, that's totally it." Stiles admitted.
Scott sighed looking down like a sad puppy.
"Hey, come on, it's gonna be fine, all right?" Stiles assured him. "Personally, I think you're handling this pretty, freaking amazingly. You know, it's not like there's a...Lycanthropy for Beginners class you can take."
Scott nodded. "Yeah, not a class but maybe a...teacher."
Stiles gave him a look as if asking if his brain had fallen out. "Who? Please tell me you mean Oriana."
Scott looked down.
"Derek?!" He slapped his friends arm. "You forget the part where we got him tossed in jail?!"
"Yeah, I know! But, chasing her, dragging her to the back of the bus, it felt so real."
"How real?" Stiles asked annoyed as they came to the end of the hallway.
"Like it actually happened."
They burst open the doors that led to the parking lot by bus bay, and froze. One of the school busses was parked with the backdoor of the buss hanging on its hindges looking like a half open tin of tuna. The inside of the door had long claw marks down it. There was dried blood everywhere, on the ground around the bus, on the outside and on the inside staining the leather chairs that they could see, even on the roof of the inside of the bus. There was a disturbing hand shaped blood print in on the inside of the back window. There was police take all around the area, cops and teachers were walking about the area and a man with a camera was inside the bus taking pictures of the wreckage.
"I think it did." Stiles said. Scott looked at him in horror.
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"So then he kissed me!" Allison squealed.
Oriana winced and gave the girl a glare. She smiled innocently. Oriana felt slightly guilty that she'd forgotten about Scott Friday night and didn't know that Allison had followed him after the game. She was glad that Scott had been able to snap out of it and only attacked Allison with his tongue instead of his teeth.
"Well done, I guess." She told her, patting her on the shoulder awkwardly. She wasn't sure what social convention called for in such a situation so decided to play it safe.
Allison just giggled brightly, warmed that her new friend was trying.
They entered the school together, Allison's smile never fading. Scott came around the corner bumping into Allison rather abruptly, causing her to drop her books. Oriana caught a piece of paper out of the air.
"You scared the hell out of me." Allison told him, bending to pick her books up from the floor. Scott looked down at her in wonderment. "You're okay." He breathed, bending down to help.
Oriana stood watching the two with confusion, she tilted her head to the right and narrowed her eyes at the couple as they smiled at each other as if in their own little rainbow bubble. Oriana took a sip of coffee from the black plastic thermos she held in her hand. It was a solid glossy black with bold white lettering that read 'ALPHA BITCH'. She'd gotten it a few weeks ago before they'd returned to Beacon Hills. It made her giggle so she had to have it.
"Once my heart starts beating again, yeah."
Scott stared at her with more admiration than usual. Oriana narrowed her eyes. Allison noticed too, "What?" She asked him, curiously.
"I'm just happy to see you." He smiled. They stood up again with Allison's books. Oriana handed her the paper she'd caught.
"Thanks for the help, Oriana." Allison smiled teasingly at the girl.
She shrugged. "Your welcome." She answered genuinely, not quite understanding.
Allison and Scott laughed as the overhead speaker crackled.
"Attention, students, this is your principle. I know you're all wondering about the incident that occurred last night to one of our buses. While the police work to determine what happened, classes will proceed as scheduled." A collective groan echoed throughout the hallway. "Thank you."
"Save me a seat at lunch?" Allison ruffled Scott's hair with a teasing smile.
"Yeah." He sighed dreamily.
As the girls went to walk away he stopped them, grabbing Oriana's arm.
"Wait!"
They turned around. Oriana raised an eyebrow and looked at his hand, still holding her arm. He quickly dropped it.
"Uh, can I speak to you Oriana?" He asked nervously.
She frowned, sharing a confused look with Allison who nodded curiously. She smiled at her raven haired friend, "I'll meet you in class." With one last heart melting smile to Scott she left the two.
"What?" Oriana asked grumpily. She took a swig of coffee from her thermos. Scott read the writing there and gave a small yelp, looking around as if someone was about to scream 'werewolf'.
She rolled her eyes, "Calm down, it's just a Funny Cup."
He raised his brows. "A Funny Cup?"
She shrugged and started reciting what seemed to be an extract from a dictionary. "Yeah. A cup that has a comedic element attached, such as a funny picture, word or phrase. In this case," she pointed. "It's a phrase. It's more like an inside joke than a Funny Cup because the phrase isn't particularly funny. It's true." She smirked, leaning in. "But they don't know that. That's what makes it so funny." She started giggling almost manically.
Scott was staring wide eyed with a gaping mouth.
"So what do you want?" She asked again, a bit friendlier, holding the thermoset with both hands close to her chest and swaying slightly.
He gulped. "Uh...have you seen the bus outside,"
She nodded. "How could you miss it? It reeks of death."
He flinched. "Yeah. Anyway...I think I did it." He whispers, leaning in.
Her eyes widened slightly and in the blink of an eye her face went blank. "Why?"
"I had this dream last night. Me and Allison were fooling around in the back of the bus and then I wolfed out. I attacked her and then I woke up. That can't be a coincidence right?"
She shook her head thoughtfully. He wasn't sure whether to be relieved or throw up.
"You'll have to talk to Derek. He knows more about this stuff then me."
"But I thought you were born a werewolf?"
She nodded. "I was. But...I haven't lived with them all my life. Only for a few years all in all. I know the basics but not the legends and lore. Derek's mom was our Alpha so she taught him this stuff."
He nodded slowly, confused. "But you..."
"I gotta get to class." She spun around and started in the direction Allison had went.
He frowned thoughtfully, trying to figure out what the hell Oriana had just revealed to him.
He turned around to look at the locker he'd just crippled, seeing Jackson in front of it pulling at the door in anger.
He spotted Scott and asked, "What are you looking at, asswipe?"
Scott shook his head and walked away with an 'oops' smile.
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After French Oriana went to Chemistry class. Argh Harris. She shared this class with Scott and Stiles who were already talking despite being a table away from each other. She sat down on the opposite side of the room to them. She was lucky and had the back corner desk to herself. When she'd first came to this class Harris had introduced her and was looking for a place to put her when all male hands shot up offering to be her partner. So naturally Harris had paired two guys up and given her her own table. She'd thought he might have been cool then but no. Just no.
"Maybe it was my blood on the door." Scott said turning around to Stiles who sat at the desk behind.
"Could have been animal blood. You know, maybe you caught a rabbit or something." Stiles suggested logically.
She rolled her eyes. "Scott. Not in the middle of class." She hissed under her breath. She saw him nod in agreement, turning to the front again. A second later though he was looking at Stiles again.
"And did what?"
She groaned, hitting her head on the table top.
"Ate it."
If they were going to do this could they at least try to whisper in the crowded classroom? She saw Harris standing and staring at them, hands on hips, with an annoyed expression. Go, boys!
"Raw?" Scott asked scared.
Stiles looked at him like he was stupid. "No, you stopped to cook it in a little werewolf oven." He said sarcastically. She smirked.
"I don't know, you're the one who can't remember anything," Stiles finished.
"Mr. Stilinski, if that's your idea of a hushed whisper, you might want to pull the headphones out every once and a while." Harris called out.
She nodded. Can't argue with that.
"I think you and Mr. McCall would benefit from a little distance, yes?"
"No." Stiles said shocked.
Harris pointed for Scott to a desk in ten front and Stiles to her desk. She groaned again, so much for personal a space.
"Let me know if the separation anxiety gets to be too much." He mocked. Stiles scoffed loudly.
Stiles flopped down in the seat beside her with a little head bob of acknowledgement. She gave a mocking salute.
"Hey, I think they found something!" The girl next to Scott called out. All at once everyone ran to the windows. Oriana got there a little later as she chose to leisurely stroll after the crowd. She stopped next to Scott and Stiles. They watched as a few paramedics and cops rushed a guy on a gurney to an open ambulance.
"That's not a rabbit." Scott whispered to them.
"Looks dead." She announced aloud with an uncaring shrug. Multiple students flinched while Scott and Stiles looked at her angrily. She went to turn around and sit back down when the guy jumped up screaming. The class followed suit. Oriana chuckled.
"Maybe not."
Scott backed away from the window with wide haunted eyes.
"This is good, this is good." Stiles insisted going over to pat Scott's shoulder. "He got up, he's not dead. Dead guys can't do that."
"You'd be surprised." She commented. Stiles glared at her like he wanted to choke her.
"Stiles..." Scott breathed. "I did that."
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Oriana pursed her lips as she looked at the options in the cafeteria. Finally she grabbed a meaty Mexican wrap, a bowl of cheesy pasta, a burger, a side of curly fries, two pudding cups and a bowl of chocolate mousse. She payed for her meal and turned to Lydia and Allison who were waiting for her. They both looked down at her tray disgustedly. They both had a plate of salad, an apple and a bottle of water each.
"What?"
Lydia scrunched her nose. "How can you eat that and have a body like that?" She asked jealously.
She shrugged. "I work out." She popped a curly fry in her mouth and smiled mockingly.
Lydia faked a gag and spun around leading the pair off.
"Wait I forgot chocolate milk!" She told Allison, jogging away.
"...we'll figure it out." Stiles told his friend, playing with an orange. Lydia slapped her tray down on the table and sat on Scott's left.
"Figure what out?" She asked.
"Uh...just...homework." Stiles stuttered. He leaned over to whisper to Scott. "Why is she sitting here?"
Scott shrugged with wide eyes. The table started filling up with popular kids from Lydia's clique.
Scott quickly moved his bag from the seat to his right for Allison who smiled brightly. Danny sat on Stiles right, another lacrosse guy sitting on his left. Neither acknowledged him with more than a look when he greeted them.
Jackson strolled up holding a bottle of water. "Get up." He told the random guy who sat at the end of the table between Lydia and Danny,
"Why don't you ever ask Danny to get up?" He asked.
"Because I don't stare at his girlfriend's coin slot." Danny supplied with a smirk to Lydia who smiled back.
Jackson pushed the kid who got up with a huff and moved to sit next to Allison who smiled politely. He started talking to the guy opposite him next to Stiles. They made gestures to him and laughed. Stiles shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"Move,"
They all looked at Oriana who stood behind the guy next to Stiles, staring at him with angry eyes. He stared at her for a second before smiling seductively,
"Of course, sweetheart." He winked at her and turned to Stiles. "Go one then. You heard her."
Stiles' mouth dropped. "Wha- I- wha?-" he looked around wildly.
"No." She said. "You. Move." She told the guy.
They all looked at for a moment before he started laughing in disbelief. "What?"
"Move. Now." She growled a little, glaring with such heat everyone sat back in their chairs a little.
He nodded, "I can do that." He slid into the empty seat to the left. She placed her tray on the now empty spot beside Stiles and sat down as if nothing had happened. She took her thermoset off her tray and sipped it, sighing contentedly. When she looked up she raised her brows as the occupants of the table looked at her strangely.
"What?" She asked sliding out of her jacket, handing it off the back of her seat. Her hair down her back and over her left shoulder, she revealed a royal blue off the shoulder loose top that left her lacy black bra strap visible on the right, as well as her smooth tan shoulder and collarbones. Stiles choked a little.
She looked at him with a raised brow as she took another sip of coffee.
"Where did you get coffee?" Danny asked her holding an apple.
She shrugged, "I snuck into the teachers' lounge last period."
They gaped. She popped another curly fry in her mouth. Stiles moaned.
"So what we talking about?" She asked uninterested.
"Uh...so I hear they're saying it's some kind of animal attack." Danny started looking at Jackson, "Probably a cougar."
"I heard mountain lion." Jackson added.
"A cougar is a mountain lion." Lydia said. Jackson raised an eyebrow at her. "Isn't it?" She finished dumbly.
Alison and Oriana rolled their eyes at each other.
"Who cares? The guys probably some homeless tweaker who's gonna die anyways." Jackson said carelessly.
"Actually I just found out who it is. Check it out." Stiles said holding his phone in the middle of the table. Everyone leaned in. Oriana arm pressed against Stiles' shoulder and he gulped. The guy on her other side tried leaning into her but she held her fork out in his direction without even looking at him. Allison and Scott smothered a laugh as they saw the guy retreat hand up in surrender. He and the guy next to Allison got up and left. They will not be missed.
"The Sheriff's department won't speculate on details of the incident but confirmed the victim, Garrison Meyers, did survive the attack. Meyers was taken to the local hospital where he remains in critical condition."
"I know this guy." Scott told Stiles.
Allison asked, "You do?"
"Yeah I used to take the bus back when I lived with my dad. He was the driver."
He and Stiles stared at each other silently.
"Can we talk about something slightly more fun please?" Lydia asked, scowling as Oriana took a big bite from her burger.
"Like, oh, where are we going tomorrow night?" She asked Allison and Scott, excited.
They looked up at her chewing food with surprised looks. Oriana smirked through her own mouthful of food.
"You said you and Scott were hanging out together tomorrow night, right?" She asked Allison.
Allison swallowed her food quickly and looked at Scott. "Um, we were thinking of what we were gonna do."
Stiles looked rather annoyed at the three of them. Oriana stole a few potato wedges from his plate to see it if would cheer him up. It did not. He glared at her. She smiled.
"Well, I'm not sitting home again watching lacrosse videos, so if the six of us are hanging out, we are doing something fun."
Jackson looked about ready to throw a tantrum.
"Hanging out? Like the six of us?" Scott asked looking at Allison panicked. She shrugged apologetically. "Do you wanna hang out, like us and them?" He asked, silently begging her to say no.
"Yeah, I guess. Sounds fun." She smiled politely.
"You know what else sounds fun?" Jackson asked. "Stabbing myself in the face with this fork." He held it up. Lydia took it off of him.
Oriana snickered and Stiles made an annoyed face as he drank his water.
"It's not as fun as it sounds. Believe me." Oriana assured, still snickering to herself, eyes on her plate as she played with her curly fries, undeterred by the looks she got.
"How about bowling? You love to bowl?" Lydia suggested.
Stiles shoved wedges into his mouth angrily looking at Scott.
Jackson snorted. "Yeah. With actual competition."
"How do you know we're not actual competition?" Allison challenged. "You can bowl, right?" She asked Scott, as if she knew the answer was 'yes'.
"Sort of." He allowed.
"Is it sort of, or yes?" Jackson asked, leaning forward on the table, accepting Allison's challenge.
"Yes." He leaned into Jacksons face. "In fact, I'm a great bowler."
Oriana snorted when she heart his heart blip with the lie. He glared at her.
Jackson raised his eyebrows and leaned back in his seat with a confident smile.
"Great." Lydia clapped her hands excitedly. "Oriana what about you?"
Oriana froze looking up. Her mouth was open leaning slightly about to take a bite of the wrap she'd dipped into her chocolate mousse.
Everyone looked disgusted.
"What about Oriana?" She asked.
"Are you a good bowler?" Allison asked trying to smile as her raven haired friend ate the chocolate covered Mexican wrap.
She shrugged as she chewed her food.
"Well?" Lydia pressed.
She swallowed and took a sip of her coffee before answering. "I've never played." She shrugged again.
"What?!" Stiles burst.
She looked at him wide eyed.
"You've never played bowling?" Jackson asked incredulously. "How is that even possible?"
She shifted in her seat suddenly feeling uncomfortable and self-conscious. Ugh. Stupid humans making her feel stupid and inferior.
"Your family never took you bowling?" Danny asked.
She scoffed and shook her head. "Ha!"
"What?" Jackson asked annoyed.
She smiled but it was obviously fake. "No one ever did that stuff with me."
"Bowling?" Allison asked, confused.
"Family stuff." She said so simply, it made them all soften even Jackson.
"Why?" Scott asked.
"I guess cos I never really had one."
"You don't have a family?" Stiles asked confused.
"Well...not really..." She stuttered, feeling more self-conscious now.
"Why?" Lydia asked.
She took a deep breath and tried to backtrack, "Well of course I had a family, I meant had lots-"
"Lots of family's?" Scott asked.
She nodded. "I was in foster care." She said simply. When she got only blank looks she continued. "Hale, remember?" She pointed to herself. "I'm an orphan,"
The amount of pity looks she received got her nervous enough to start rambling. "I mean my mom's alive I think, I don't know where she is though, she ran off..."
They sat back. She panicked, "it's okay though my dad's still alive...but he's catatonic in hospital so..."
Lydia slammed her hands on the table suddenly pulling everyone's attention away from Oriana and to her.
"Well..." Lydia swallowed. "We are going to teach you how to bowl." She smiled at the raven haired girl as she scowled at her half eaten food, pushing the place away. "Right guys?" She looked around. They nodded, even Jackson.
"Stiles will pick you up at six." She decided.
He nodded. "Yeah - wait what?" He whipped around to stare at Lydia mystified. He pointed to himself mouthing 'me?'
She and Jackson rolled her eyes but she nodded anyway.
He gulped and nodded again, turning to the scowling Oriana. "Yeah. I will." He told her firmly.
She didn't look up as she plays with the curly fries she wasn't going to eat. Stupid humans. She didn't mean to say all that. She'd just felt so nervous and pressured and uncomfortable. Who did they think they were anyway? With their stupid human customs and 'normal' ness. She'd meant it when she said it was okay, that her life was okay. They shouldn't pity her because she wasn't to be pitied. Okay so her life wasn't great, or strictly 'good' by any means but it was her life and she didn't know any different.
She didn't grow up to know or understand certain things others her age did, simply because she wasn't taught or told or shown. Okay so she was failing all of her classes, and wasn't great at reading, or as knowledgeable in certain areas and completely clueless at history; She'd never been taught. She wasn't lying when she told the Sheriff that Aunt Talia had to home-school her because she was behind. Actually 'behind' was an understatement. Her mother had never sent her to school so what little she's learnt before she got to the Hale's, she's learned from the television her mother has made her watch when she had gotten 'annoying'.
After the fire she'd been required to go to public by school because she was a ward of the state and had no choice, she hated it because she got teased for being dumb. Even the teachers didn't help, talking to her like she was naughty or stupid when she said she didn't understand this or couldn't write that. So, naturally, she'd skipped school a lot just to avoid them. And she couldn't tell the time she was embarrassed to say, so Laura had gotten her a digital watch.
Somethings she hadn't been told, like the importance of privacy in personal...places. Her mother hadn't spoken of it, the Hale's must have presumed she knew it and this made things all the more confusing with foster father four. She shuddered. She always underpaid and overtipped. She didn't understand some metaphors or phrases, or sometimes sarcasm and good natured teasing. She'd never had much positive interactions with people besides the Hales, even less with people her own age, so some things just went over her head or she took it the wrong way and assumed everyone was being bitchy.
And you should have heard her scream when she got her first period. Luckily she'd turned her first time a couple of months into her stay with the Hale's, so she was taught the basics of being a Werewolf and control by Talia.
Damn these humans for ganging up on her and making her feel bad about herself and her life. When had she given them that power? No she hadn't had a good life but she'd never known any different so she didn't want pity because they thought they had 'normal' lives and pitied hers. Because they haven't lived her 'normal'. They wouldn't be able to.
"I don't 'hang out'." She spat, with new found fire. She didn't want their pity offerings.
"You do now." Allison told her. "Be ready tomorrow night for six. Wear pants and socks." Allison told her before turning to Scott to start a new conversation.
She saw Stiles steal one of her curly fries and glared. He smiled at her as he chewed happily. His bright whisky eyes sparkled. Her lips twitched.
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"Why am I going with you guys? I thought it was a date thing?" Oriana grumbled, waiting beside Allison and Lydia, at Lydia's locker.
"Because you're our friend, and we want to hang out with you." Allison told her.
She pulled a face. They laughed.
"Besides you'll have a date too."
Oriana stares at Allison blankly.
"Stiles." She pressed.
"Oh." Oriana nodded in understanding. "No."
"What do you mean, no?" Lydia huffed.
"I'm not dating Stiles."
"Look, I'm not exactly happy with your choice in guys but I'm attempting to be supportive here, so you don't have to keep lying."
"I'm not lying." She frowned. "I'm not dating Stiles."
"But you like him." Allison stated.
She shook her head.
Allison and Lydia exchanged a look.
"Denial." They chorused.
Oriana shook her head and started to walk down the hallway. The girls quickly caught up with her.
"Are you seriously going to deny it?" Allison asked.
"Deny what?"
"Your boner for Scott's looser friend." Lydia said, obviously.
Allison and Oriana both sent her a glare.
"Stiles isn't a looser." Oriana almost growled.
Lydia raised an eyebrow. "Defensive, are we?"
She sighed loudly.
"I saw you two the other night." Lydia started. Oriana stopped and whipped her head around to look at the smug red-head.
"What?"
"After the game, by the bleachers."
"You two totally had a moment." Allison said.
"A mome – what?"
"When he picked you up and twirled you around…"
"And then you stood, gazing into each other's eyes…" Lydia continued.
"With his hands on your hips…"
"And yours on his shoulders…"
"And then you leaned in and ki – "
"That never happened!" Oriana shouted, interrupting the two.
"It would have if his dad hadn't interrupted you." Lydia crossed her arms, daring her to argue.
"No, it wo – what are yo – why – there's nothing going on between me and Stiles!" She shouted, ignoring the looks she was getting from passers by.
"Okay?!" She asked, angrily.
"Okay." Lydia held her hands up.
"But you think he's cute right?" Allison asked.
She groaned, starting up a staircase, the girls trailing behind with smiles.
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They looked through the broken window at the nervous police officer. They could hear his heart racing from here.
"Watch this." She whispered her eyes turning blue.
The dog in the back of the car started barking, frothing at the mouth.
"Hah." Derek snorted softly pushing her aside, his own eyes flooded electric blue as he stared as the dog began going mad in the window, clawing at the glass, growling and sticking it's head out of the slightly open window, trying to get out. The man ran back to his car and raced off.
"Show off." She shoved his shoulder and turned to go back to her room when she heard Scott's voice.
"I know you can hear me. I need your help,"
"Why is he here?" Derek asked stiffly.
"He asked me about something earlier, I told him to ask you." She shrugged,
"What?"
"Go see." She said going back to her room.
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Lydia had text her telling her to get to Allison's so they could get ready together. Hell no. She'd just ignored the text. And the one after that. And the one after that. Luckily Derek was out so she didn't have to explain why Stiles was picking her up. She'd kept the same skinny jeans she'd worn to school and changed her simple top for a nice silky emerald top that clung to her breasts and stomach but had long billowy peasant sleeves. She wore brown leather ankle boots to match her brown leather jacket and she wore her hair in an intricate French braid that trailed all the way down to the small of her back, she left a few wavy strands free to frame her face, which wore only eyeliner and cherry lip-gloss. She also wore a pair of long dangling silver earrings with a swirling pattern that contained a few tiny emerald coloured stones on each piece. They were Laura's. An old Hale heirloom she'd told her.
Stiles arrived at six on the dot. Well he knocked on the door at six, he'd actually sat parked at the end of the drive way for ten minutes and then out front for about five. She was amused and wandered how he'd think she wouldn't know he'd been there fifteen minutes already.
She opened the door after a moment. He was wearing a, coincidentally, dark green button down shirt that he's tolled the sleeves up on, exposing his toned and surprising ply hairy forearms. She stared at them as he shifted his hands in the pockets of his dark jeans. He also wore brown converse. She smirked looking into his stunned whisky eyes. She waited for him to meet her eyes too, letting him take his time to look her over.
"What?" He asked when he saw he smirk.
"We match."
He looked down at himself in surprise, and laughed ridding himself a little of his nerves. He nodded. "We do."
"Come in. I just need to grab my jacket from upstairs."
He gulped and reluctantly entered the threshold. He looked around nervously. She laughed at his uneasy expression.
"Come on, upstairs is better." Before he could reply she'd grabbed his hand and was tugging him upstairs. He followed easily his wide gaze fixed on their interlocked fingers. Her tan, green tipped, digets contrasting to his own pale ones.
They came to a stop in the open doorway of her room. He looked around from the doorway as she went to her wardrobe to pull out her brown leather jacket. The room was in much better condition the downstairs but the walls were still in dire need of a fresh coat of paint or a clean strip of wallpaper. It was simple, minimalist and from the minimal decoration, purple.
"Is purple your favourite colour?" He asked as she led them back down the stairs, slightly disappointed she wasn't holding his hand this time.
She shrugged when they reached the front door, "I guess so, I've never really thought about it."
He nodded in acceptance and urged over to open her door for her. She smiled slightly.
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"I didn't know you owned a pair of pants." Oriana told Lydia as they reached their lane.
"Ha ha." The red head mocked, pulling Jackson into the seat in the middle of two benches. There was a little screen in front of it.
"These are ugly." She said out loud scowling as she sat down to put the bowling shoes on her purple socked feet.
"I know right!" Lydia agreed.
Stiles sat on the bench next to her to the left of Lydia and Jackson, opposite Scott and Allison.
She took her jacket off and put it behind her.
"How do you spell Stiles?" Lydia mused with pursed lips, eyes on the little screen she was typing on.
Stiles rolled his eyes and spelled out his name for her.
"Why?" Oriana asked.
Jackson pointed to a larger screen that hung above the long waxed alley in front of them, with a raised eyebrow. On the screen was a list of all their names.
"Ohhhh."
Stiles laughed. "You excited?" He asked her as the couples started talking amongst themselves.
She shrugged. "I guess. I'll get to watch Lydia and Allison go before me so I'll just copy them."
He chuckled and pulled her up. "Let's go get a ball." He pulled her to a nearby rack of colourful bowling balls.
"Oooo, I want the purple one." She demanded pointing to a shiny purple ball on the other side of Stiles.
He laughed and handed it over to her grabby hands. He chose a green one for himself.
"Now, not to toot my own horn or anything," he started as they made their way back to their bench. She looked at him. "But I'm a pretty amazing bowler."
"Really?"
"Oh, yeah, yeah." He nodded seriously. They sat down as Lydia and Jackson got up to start the game. "You'll see." He assured with a wink.
Jackson was behind Lydia holding the pink ball around her. "Is that how it usually goes?" Oriana asked Stiles who was frowning at the pair almost angrily. He shook his head.
She shrugged, watching as Lydia's ball went into the gutter. The second time she only got a couple pins down and returned to her seat with a pout. Stiles kept looking over to Scott who was squirming nervously in his seat beside Allison.
Allison got up to take her turn. She did a skippy thing and got really low, her legs kind of crossed as she tossed the ball, holding the pose for a second. Oriana's head tilted, wandering if that was how she was supposed to do it.
All of the pins fell.
"Somebody brought their A game." Lydia teased Allison,
"That was good right?" She whispered to Stiles who nodded.
"Your turn." He nudged her.
She stood up holding her purple ball to her chest almost protectively. She stiffly walked over to where she'd seen the girls stand and tried to imitate Allison's swing. She did a little hop and bent over awkwardly, throwing the ball with both hands down the lane. It landed with a loud thud and she sprang up holding both hands over her mouth as people nearby turned towards the sound. She watched as the ball rolled lazily down the gutter until it disappeared. Slowly she turned to the group, she took her hands from her mouth and gave a shy 'oops'.
They all laughed at her. Stiles stood and walked over to her. "You held it wrong, you don't hold it like a football." He picked a blue ball up from where Allison and Lydia had collected there's. He showed her three holes in a triangle shape on the side of the ball.
"Here." He took her right hand and arranged her fingers to slot into the ball. He then lifted her arm, the ball balanced in her palm. "See?"
She nodded. "That makes more sense," he chuckled, "but I don't want this one," she handed him the blue ball back. "I want my purple one." She demanded, crossing her arms.
"Okay, okay." He laughed putting the ball back and grabbing her purple ball that had just rolled onto the rack with the others.
Her eyes widened as he gave it to her. "Where did it come from?"
The group laughed at her again. "There's a rotary system under the floor." Lydia told her.
She tilted her head in a confused puppy kind of way. "It brings the ball back, like a conveyer belt at a supermarket." Scott explained.
"Oh. Cool."
"Come on." Stiles turned her around to face the lane again. He explained how she should stand and bend and throw her arm, and she listened intently. He sat back down and watched as she tried to mimic his instructions.
She didn't get any pins but the ball travelled faster and she was told that her form was better. She sat down beside Stiles.
Jackson got a strike, Stiles told her it was called, and sat back down with a cocky smirk.
"Your turn McCall."
Scott closed his eyes and breathed deeply. "You can do it, Scott." Allison nudged him.
"Go on, man," Stiles called as his friend stood up and grabbed a ball.
"Oh god." Stiles whispered, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and his hands pressed together over his mouth.
They watched as Scott's back as he stood for a long moment before clumsily throwing the ball with a big motion, almost slipping in the process.
It went straight into the gutter. Stiles head fell into his palms as Jackson burst out with laughter. Scott turned back to them with an embarrassed look.
"Jackson? Mind shutting up?" Allison asked rudely.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He laughed, "I'm just flashing back to the words 'I'm a great bowler.'" Stiles groaned into his hands.
"Maybe he just needs a little warm up." Oriana defended.
"Yeah, maybe he just needs the kiddy bumpers."
Lydia and Jackson laughed while Oriana, Allison and Stiles glared at them. Scott reluctantly picked up another ball for his second turn.
"Just aim for the middle." Allison suggested helpfully.
"How about you aim for anything except the gutter?" Jackson said.
"Let him concentrate." Stiles snapped giving his friend a thumbs up.
Scott turned back to the lane with a loud exhale.
"Come on, just one pin, please." Scott muttered, and let it go.
"Oh!" Jackson shouted when the ball hit the gutter once again, he clapped mockingly and laughed. Lydia tried not to laugh at his side. Oriana growled lowly, only to be nudged by Stiles.
"Man, you are a pro." Jackson teased as Scott came to sit back down.
"Don't worry." Allison put a hand on his leg and smiled sweetly. "We only just started."
Stiles got up then to have his go. He quickly got a strike. Oriana, Allison and Scott cheered as he did a little fist pump. He strolled over to the bench with a newfound confidence as Oriana smiled brightly. He ignored the pinch in his chest as Lydia pointedly looked away when he tried to catch her eye.
"You weren't lying. You're kinda good." Oriana teased next to him.
He nodded. "No, I was not. And thank you." He bowed slightly.
It was her third turn and Oriana, like Scott, still not downed a single pin. She watched both Allison and Stiles intently and their techniques and decided that this time she was ready. She threw the ball with more confidence this time and managed to get a pin down. She threw her arms up and let out a girly squeal. She turned around to the group and hopped on the spot cheering. They all laughed, Jackson too, as she celebrated her first successful bowl.
"I got one!" She shouted. Other people nearby were laughing now, watching the excited young girl as if she'd bowled her first strike. "Stiles did you see?" She ran over to pull him up. She dragged him back over to the end of the lane. She pointed at the fallen pin. "I got one!"
He laughed loudly, nodding to the childlike girl hopping next to him. He suspected it had something to do with the large soda she'd already drank, along with the whole thermos of coffee she'd snuck into his jeep. Let's not forget the bag of cotton candy Stiles insisted he buy her after she confessed to never having had any before. He put an arms around her waist in an attempt to hold her still, looking down with a fond smile. Allison and Scott exchanged smirks.
"You've got another turn still," he reminded her gently. She nodded enthusiastically and pushed him back toward the bench and retrieved her ball.
"Watch. I'll let two this time."
She only got one but she didn't mind. Stiles congratulated her all the same.
Allison got up to talk to Scott when it was his turn after Jackson.
"You're thinking too much," she whispered in his ear.
"I know, I'm sorry I'm ruining this" he groaned.
Allison laughed a little. "No, no, not at all, but I wouldn't mind shutting them up, so just clear your head and think about something else."
He nodded. "Like what?"
She shrugged. "Anything." She hugged his arm briefly. "Think about me." She turned to go. At the last minute she smirked mischievously and quickly leaned back up to his ear and breathed, "Naked."
She quickly scurried back to her bench with a naughty smile and pink cheeks.
Oriana watched with an open mouth and wide eyes.
"What?" Stiles asked, looking between the two. "What did she say?" He hissed.
"She told him to think about her naked."
His face lit red as he started sputtering. "What did you just tell me that for?!" He whisper yelled.
She frowned. "You asked."
He shook his head with an embarrassed scoff and turned back to watch Scott whose heart beat has risen rapidly.
He got a perfect strike. Stiles let out a loud cheer as Oriana and Allison smiled as he approached with a dazed smile. He stopped to give Stiles a high five.
"What did you say to him?" Lydia asked Allison in astonishment.
"I just...gave him something to think about." She smiled cheekily. Scott sat next to her, watching her face with a dopey smile.
Jackson pressed a button on the screen angrily with a deep scowl.
From then on Scott got nothing but strikes. Oriana was content with her five pins at once so far. She was feeling very content. It was a strange feeling for her but she let herself welcome it, at least just for the night.
"That is amazing!" Allison praised Scott on his latest strike. Lydia smiled too, her eyes hot on the floppy haired wolf.
"Jackson, how many strikes is that?" Oriana asked the sulking boy, mockingly. Stiles stifled a laugh.
"It's six." He forced through gritted teeth. "In a row."
Lydia turned her back to him and stand by the edge of her seat to look at Scott with a seductive smile.
"Maybe it's natural talent." Allison smiled at Scott.
"I could use some natural talent." Lydia flirted, "you mind helping me out this time, Scott?"
Stiles huffed angrily staring at the red heads back. Oriana looked at his distressed face with furrowed brows and pursed lips.
Allison looked at Lydia with flat eyes. Scott stuttered awkwardly, "No, you're good." He looked at Allison unsure, "Go for it." He awkwardly finished.
Allison watched on with annoyed eyes.
"Thanks for the vote of confidence." Lydia hissed and span around to take her turn.
Jackson stood up. "Hey, I'll help."
"How about I just try this on my own." She snapped. Jackson sat back down as Oriana, Stiles, Allison and Scott exchanged laughs.
Lydia scored a strike and sat back down with a confident smirk. "I think I'm getting the hang of it."
"That was sort of perfect form." Allison spoke, shocked.
"Was it?" She asked dumbly.
Allison leaned it, Lydia following suit.
"Maybe you should stop pretending to suck just for his benefit." Allison whispered.
"Trust me, I do plenty of sucking just for his benefit." Lydia returned sassily.
Allison's eyebrows rose as she leaned back.
Oriana snickered.
OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH
Stiles pulled the jeep to a stop and he turned off the engine. They sat in silence for a minute.
"I had a-"
"It was-"
They laughed. He motioned for her to go first.
"I had a good time tonight," she admitted, her eyes on her hands in her lap. "I've never-" She took a deep breath. "I've never had friends." She forced out. "Other than Laura..."
"Well." He swallowed. "I'll try to be a good one." He promised.
Her lips twitched. "You know...I think tonight has been the most I've smiled in...a long time." She whispered.
He smiled, "That's good. You looked happy."
She nodded, "I was, I think."
They sat for a moment more before she opened her door. She turned before getting out to quickly brush her lips against his pale cheek. "Thanks." She whispered before stepping out of the jeep, closing the door behind her. She rushed into her empty house and up to her room. She heard his heart restart when she closed the door of her bedroom and smiled. She heard him drive away a minute later. When he was at the end of the driveway she heard him shout "Yes!"
She quickly changed into a jogging suit and left a note for Derek, should be return before her. She took off into the dark silent woods. She just needed to blow off some steam, think a little, get her thoughts on track.
After half an hour she returned home, she saw Derek's car in the drive way with a smashed mirror and hurried up the front steps. As her hand touched the door handle she felt a chill go down her spine. She stopped. Oriana turned around slowly, her eyes, electric blue, searched the tree line around the property. When she saw no signs of life she took a long deep inhale through the nose. Nothing. Feeling eyes on her but with no scent or noise to locate a nearby presence she concluded herself paranoid and entered the house.
From behind the thick cover of tree, glowing red eyes watched the young beauty close the door behind her, with one thought. Soon.
And there you are. Stiles has a crush on Oriana, but let's not forget he was obsessed with Lydia for, what ten years? That's not going to go away overnight. And poor Oriana just doesn't know what she's feeling. She does have a small crush on Stiles but she's never actually liked a guy before, (you'll find out more about that later) so she doesn't identify her feelings as 'liking' Stiles or being jealous of Lydia. As always I hope you all liked this chapter, and let me know what you thought!