Okay well hello readers! I'm very glad some of you are liking the story so far and hope you continue to in other chapters. Now yes I know another Scott's sister story(I know there are zillions out there) but I actually have a few surprises in store that will be slightly AU unlike other stories out there, so bare with me if some of the chapters are a little boring. Okay enough blabbing, reviews would be appreciated and I will try and post a new chapter at least every week possibly two but with school I may only have time for two.
000
Trees are all around me blurring past as I take leaping bounds on soft mushy ground. Leaves brush my bare feet, howls in the distance as my body moves at great speeds. Rocks, roots, none of it matters as my feet glide across the forest floor. The moon hangs in the sky lighting the way but I wouldn't need it even if it were dark. Animals scurry past, a growl escaping as I stumble closer, closer to it, the shape in the distance resembling a large misshapen wolf. The shape turns and I see red eyes-
The annoying sound of my alarm blaring beside me wakes me up, and I gasp springing up in my warm bed as a cold sweat races down my face. My heart thumps widly against my chest, everything swirling as I take deep breathes trying to forget those red eyes. A shudder runs down my spine and I shakily kick the covers off before standing on my wobbling legs.
I shakily make it to my brother's room to wake him and as I step into the room to draw open his curtains I realize they're already open and his bed is empty. My stomach seems to drop to my feet, eyes widening in panic calling out, "Scotty?"
He doesn't answer, his covers are thrown all over the place and his clothes he lays out on his dresser for everyday haven't been touched. Panic hits me like a ton of bricks as I look around seeing if maybe he had went on a morning jog only to find his shoes and jacket still here.
I spin on the spot sprinting to the bathroom and throwing the door open wide to find no one inside not even steam on the mirror. Something eats away inside me, a nagging feeling that something was wrong and I'm jogging for the stairs calling out to my brother.
"Scott are you down here?"
He doesn't answer, and when I take the stairs three at a time I come to find the downstairs empty like every other room in the house. Ice cold dread balls into the pit of my stomach and I find myself stumbling upstairs and grabbing my phone from my bed side table dialing my brother's number. It rings and rings for what feel like an eternity before I hear the familiar ringing. My feet pound the floor, moving me forward and across the hall stopping short in his room.
His cell flashes with my picture on his desk when the flap of cutrains catches my attention. I move toward them realizing the window is open wide, wide enough for him to go through, but why would he leave without telling me? This wasn't like Scott and with all the weirdness going on lately it sends panic flowing through my entire being. The room spins and the floor is suddenly shifting under my feet.
My body hits the wall, phone dropping from my fingers as I wrack my brain with where the hell he could be. Nothing makes sense, my mind comes up with blanks and I can't even think straight. All I seem to comprehend are the facts that he's gone, a window open, his clothes still out, and his shoes were still here. God where was he.
I didn't understand I couldn't how would I after ll the years my brother has snuck out to do dumb stuff with Stiles he's always told me, always, so why the hell had he not this time. A sick feeling churns in my stomach bile rising as my heart pounds against my ear drums beating painfully against my chest. I shakily grab the phone dialing Stiles number praying that was just over reacting but when the Stilinski boy answers sounding half asleep my hope shatters.
"Hmm, 'Ello?"
"Stiles!"
"Lexi?" Stiles says suddenly sounding wide awake. "What's wrong?"
"Please tell me Scott's with you."
The silence on the other end is my answer and I slide down the wall telling myself not to panic there were plenty of reasons he wasn't here, plenty reasonable places he could be.
"What?" Stiles asks confused after a moment. "No he's not- is he not in the house?"
Tears are filling my eyes frustration sparking as I snap, "No! God he's not-"
Suddenly the sound of the doorbell rings through the house. Stiles asks who it was but I can't answer. All I can do is freeze dread hitting me like a sack of bricks and spin lunging for the front room. My hands shake as I tear at the door knob forgetting to even check through the peep hole only to find my brother on the front porch.
"Oh thank god, he's here." I breathe into the receiver before the phone drops to the floor. Scott looks up timidly probably afraid I was mom only to look at me confused.
"Lexi, what's wrong?" My brother questions concerned before I literally sob with relief throwing my arms around him. He returns the embrace wearily and I cling to him laughing like a mad person. Scott gently pats my back wearily and after a moment the relief begins to wear off. A white hot burning anger boils in my chest as I slowly drop my arms stepping back only to punch him as hard as I can in the shoulder.
"You stupid dumbass!" I roar pounding my much smaller hands into his torso. "You had me worried sick don't you ever do that to me again!"
He chuckles at me grabbing my thin wrists in his hands before shaking his head. "Okay okay I'm sorry." he sighs smirking at me
I shake my head letting him inside as I sniff trying to decide whether to kill him or hug him again. Instead as he steps through the thresh hold I realize suddenly that he's in nothing more than boxers and he's dripping wet. He seems to stiffen as he sees me examining him and I find several leaves and twigs in his dripping black curls while dirt smears his bare feet. Blinking in confusion I look up at him making him sigh and rub the back of his neck.
"Where the hell have you been?"
"I must have been sleeping walking."
"Sleep walking?"
He nods eyes serious before looking down while adding, "I woke up in the woods."
"The woods?" I ask slightly aware of the hysteria in my tone but not really caring at this point. I mean sleep walking, like that in to the woods? I mean sure this was California and all but beacon hills can get freezing at night how the hell did he manage to sleep walk out there?
"Yeah just outside of the neighborhood." my brother confirms. "I think. But there was something else."
"Something else besides sleeping walking into the woods when its starting to get freezing at night," I snap. My brother looks down seeming to suddenly close up and I slam another hit to his chest.
He winces running a dripping hand across his face before his eyes scan over my own. "Don't freak out."
I scowl at him crossing my arms over my chest as he sighs. "There was this thing there in the woods, it was watching me, so I ran and ended up in pool."
Everything is spinning again as I stare at my brother in shock. Something in the woods, sleep walking, oh god what the hell did that animal have that bit him maybe Scott was right maybe it was an infection. So with panicky movements I shake my head stepping back to grab the phone, "Okay that's it we're taking you to the hospital and telling them what happened."
"No no!" Scott objects stepping in front of me as I slam a hand up accidently hitting his bad side only to realize that the bandages were no longer there. The phone drops from my fingers and my brother easily catches it tossing it onto the end table before looking at me. My eyes stay locked on his side mouth opening and closing but I couldn't form words.
The bite he had received no more than five days ago, that I had to clean and patch up was gone with no trace or mark of any kind that i even existed in the first place.
My eyes widen in shock flashing up to his face as the cold claws grip my chest. He frowns when he sees me looking and turns his body so I can't see but it's too late, god so too late. This wasn't possible physically the human body needs weeks to heal a wound that deep and will most likely leave a scar but my brother's skin was smooth and clear as ever.
"Lexi!" My brother yells gripping my shoulders tightly while shaking me slightly. "Calm down your white as a sheet."
I blink looking from him to what should be the bite before back at him managing out, "You have to tell mom what's going on."
"No, come on Lex my date with Allison is tonight if this is made a big deal of I'll be stuck in the hospital for hours!"
Disbelief runs through me before as I gap at him exploding. "Are you freakin' kidding me!"
He rolls his eyes now annoyance sparking in his eyes before he turns to go upstairs. I grab his arm snapping his name as he pauses. We look at each other for a long moment and I am surprised by the anger residing in his eyes. "Your date with Allison won't matter if your really sick Scott."
"Lexi, come on stop being stupid there's nothing wrong with me." he sneers bitterly. "Besides, I don't need you to protect me I'm sixteen it's about time you start treating me like it."
"You don't need me to protect you?" I echo in disbelief, hurt and anger boiling my blood. "I'm your twin sister it's my damn job! And if you care more about some pretty girl than your own dam life you bet your ass I'm gonna say something!"
"God for once just stop trying to control my life! You're not in charge of me, I can do whatever the hell I want." he sneers before stomping up the stairs leaving me confused, angry, and hurt on the bottom step.
000
After throwing on my clothes and slapping on my makeup I grab my bag and head down the steps calling Stiles.
"Hello?" he picks up on the first ring.
"Hey can you come pick me up?"
"You not riding with Scott?"
"No." I snap bitterly. "My bikes flat and Scott's acting like an ass. Will you please come get me I'll even pitch in for breakfast and coffee."
He sighs before he lets out a groan and I know I've broke him. "Alright I'll be there in ten."
"I love you, you're the best." I tease sitting on the porch making him chuckle before I hear his jeeps engine roar.
"Yeah yeah I'll see you in a few."
It only takes five minutes for Stiles to show up in his powder blue jeep nodding to me. I smirk jumping up from the steps and hurry toward him ignoring the front door opening as I close the jeep door. My eyes do find my brother however completely ignoring the jeeps presence and pushing the hurt away I look at Stiles snapping, "Can we go please?"
He nods driving down the road and after a few minutes of silence glances at me wearily. "You wanna tell me what the was about?"
I clench my jaw straightening as we pull into dunkin donuts drive through fishing my wallet from my bag. "No. Powdered donut and hazelnut coffee please."
He sighs nodding and orders our breakfast before pulling to the front. "You can talk to me lex, you guys get into a fight?"
I sigh looking out the window of the jeep watch the birds fly from a few trees behind the restaurant. Scott's words bounce around my words like blows to the gut as the jeeps tires squeak rolling softly forward toward the first window. The window opens showing a pretty blonde with braces standing at the register a sickly sweet smile plastered on her face as Stiles hands her the cash.
"Have a good day!" she chirps before handing us our bag and coffees. Stiles nods to her before pulling out onto the road balancing his chocolate sprinkled donut in one hand and the wheel in the other.
We stay quiet for a minute between the awkward silence and Stiles's eyes boring into my skull every few seconds I finally look at him sighing, "Something's going on Stiles."
"Like w-ha?" he mutter through his mouth full of donut making me smile despite the sour mood brewing.
"He's sleep walking, he's got serious agility and speed, plus he moved his desk the other day with out any help," I say after swallowing my own chunk of donut.
Stiles frowns thoughtfully chewing his donut before sighing, "Maybe it's no big deal, he has been training this summer for Lacrosse right?"
I sigh shaking my head and take a sip of my coffee not even tasting the flavor. "That's not it Stiles you saw him before all this he could barely climb a hill, he's had weak lungs since he was a baby, yeah some people grow out of it but he never did, so why now?"
Stiles sighs again running a hand down his face before shrugging. "I don't know, I don't understand any of this."
I frown and nod finishing off my breakfast as we pulled into a spot by the front. Stiles immediately began dusting off his clothes but had no clue about the mess of chocolate glazed icing and multicolored sprinkles still stuck to his face. So I lean over with a giggle, wiping the icing from his cheek without even thinking about it.
My skin has a strange feeling when touching his, just like it always has but I try not to acknowledge the flip of my stomach as I smirk at him childishly saying, "There you go you slob."
He stares at me for a moment a wired energy passing between us before he looks down clearing his throat. "Uh- thanks smartass."
0000
School goes by in a blur of boring review work and 'learning about your class mates' as the teachers call it. I sit by Allison through almost all the classes trying to steer clear of my brother. It works until after school when I manage to get out of class and into the cluttered halls heading for my locker. I get there after a few impatient shoves and speed walking before I freeze just a few feet away. Scott stands against it with his hands in his pockets looking at the tiled floor and a part of me instantly forgets the reasons I was mad in the first place.
He looks up as I get closer and he gives me an apologetic look. I sigh crossing my arms over my chest and look up at him with a small, "Hey."
"I'm sorry." he says immediately those puppy dogs eyes that got him everything when we were kids cutting across his face making me sigh. "I shouldn't have acted like such an ass. I know you where just worried about me."
I frown at him trying to keep a neutral expression but was failing miserably. A small smile spreads across my face as I sigh, "Alright fine, I guess I have to forgive you now."
He chuckles pulling me in for an awkward hug, his lacrosse gear poking me. I pull back after a brief second wincing as I rub my shoulder where his chest guard jabbed it. "Alright you stupid jock get out there and kick some ass."
Giving me a smile my brother pecks my cheek and heads off for the feild. Shaking my head with a laugh I tuck my books into my locker only to hear my name being screamed down the hall. I turn confused to see Stiles flailing through the halls stumbling and running into people in his rush to reach me.
A laugh escapes when he stumbles into some chick who screeches and pushes him off her with a disgusted snarl before he stops beside me. I smirk at the sweaty teen raising an eye brow as he pants words rushing out of his mouth allowing me to only catch a few, "My dad-got call-wolf hair-"
"Whoa whoa whoa." I laugh holding up my hands. "Slow down, what about your dad?"
"He got the results back on the fibers found from the woods and it was animal hair! And you'll never guess what animal it was, wolf hair!"
"Wolf hair?"
His buzzed head bobs in a slightly cute kind of way making me grin but it soon drops as the information sinks in. A thousand thoughts rush in my head but the only one to pop out is, "I told you it was a wolf!"
Stiles gives me a look of disbelief before snapping "Are you serious right now that's the only-"
Suddenly the last bell rings for clubs and teams making Stiles pale. "Oh shi- Gotta go talk to you after practice!"
I laugh as he stumbles down the hall yelling for people to move before stumbling and tripping all over himself. Shaking my head I gather my stuff and head outside just as coach is yelling at Stiles for arriving late. Lydia and Allison saved me a seat as usual and I took my spot between them. Finstock is rallying up the boys on the field doing his annual lacrosse elimination speech before dismissing them onto the field.
A few players scatter for the ball, Stiles staying on outer lines but Scott somehow ends up in the middle of the field wit the ball in his lacrosse stick. He looks at it for a minute before going to move but Jackson only plows into him. I cringe watching my brother hit the earth anger and anxiety surging through me as I watch him spring back up.
They gather in the center again and I literally start biting my nails before Scott manages to get the ball weaving through the field and players unlike I've ever seen anyone move let alone Scott. My mouth drops open as everyone cheers when Scott weaves through a line of defense without even touching anyone before flipping over another group and the ball sails through the air into the net.
Every one screams and cheers around us but all I can do is stare. Shock pours from every pore in my body eyes I'm sure as wide as plates as my brother bounces up and down excitedly from something coach says. Stiles is standing from the bench now eyes wide before he looks up at me in shock. My eyes snap back to Scott watching as the other guys cheer and pat him on the back while he grins.
Scott look at me in the stands grinning like a fool and I try to return his enthusiasm but fail miserably. All I can think of is the way he just moved on the field, Scott the sixteen year old asthmatic, just moved with incredible agility and speed without breaking a sweat. What the hell was going on with my brother?
000
"Hey," Stiles greets as I walk into his room dumping my bag in his door way gwaking at the state of the normally clean room.
Books lay open across the floor, printed pages stacked on his desk and bedside table, and the smell of ink fills the small space. Stiles sits at his desk caramel orbs scanning the computer screen barely even glancing my way as I push aside books on the floor.
"Come 'ere I need to show you something I found." He says before pulling up the internet on his computer.
"You mean you actually found something in this mess?" I sigh frowning at the mess littering the floor before I see the Aderall bottle on its side next to his desk. Scowling shake my head asking, "Did you take more than you were suppose to again?"
Stiles sighs clicking his mouse and typing rapidly, "Maybe, doesn't matter-here look."
My brows furrow as I move to look over his shoulder and freeze at the word he's typing. "You can't be serious, Stiles I thought you were joking the other day!"
He sighs looking back at me but jumps seeing how close my face was to his own. I look at him meeting his caramel colored orbs before his cheeks flush and he turns around asking, " I was! Look just hear me out besides it's not like you have any other theories."
"Hear you out?" I snap whirling away from him. "Stiles you're telling me my brother is turning into a freakin' monster and I should hear you out."
He frowns, "I know okay but come on, all this strength and agility, being able to hear and smell things he shouldn't. The sleep walking, the agitation, enhanced vision." he lists off ticking his fingers,
I sigh pacing the room as everything scrambles around in my brain."I mean come on Lex, you saw him on that field, so you tell me if this is all normal or if maybe I'm right."
My mind races as I think back through everything that's happened, all the wired abilities Scott has, the super senses, reflexes, how he can suddenly move furniture on his own and not even need his inhaler? The anger, blackouts, enhanced healing, the bite from a wolf, all of it was from one certain thing but it wasn't possible. Werewolves weren't real, they couldn't be, this was beacon hills, not some super natural book or movie. Monsters didn't exist outside of legends and certainly don't inhabit my brother.
I groan sinking onto his bed with my face in my hands as those red eyes swirl in my brain. Pushing the image away I look down at the floor catching sight of red eyes staring back at me. Instinctively I flinch, expecting the thing to jump up but then realize it was only an illustration from a page on the floor. A strange numbing sensation runs through my body, the same sensation you get with the chills, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
My hands shakily reach for the book on the floor skimming over the drawing of red eyes before glancing at the sketch on the next page. The world seems to freeze around me as I look at the monster on the page, memories of that night burning my eyes. I blow out a shaky breath book dropping from my trembling fingers creating a loud bang.
The sound makes Stiles jump in his desk chair falling backwards onto the floor and scramble to his feet in surprise. His eyes find me and the book and quickly hurries over with worried eyes. "Lexi?"
My mouth moves, lips trying to form the words only to have a choked sound come out. He looks at the book quickly taking it off the floor and reading over the page I had before his eyes find the illustration. "That's what I saw in those woods that night Stiles. I swear that was exactly it."
"Are you sure?" he asks voice quaking with excitement he couldn't contain after taking the Aderall to stay awake all night. I nod vividly remembering the wolf's eyes flashing red over my brother before it bit him.
He looks back at the page for a long moment before we both jump at the sound of someone knocking on the door. Stiles scrambles to his feet opening the door to find my brother on the other side an amused expression on his face.
"Get in!" Stiles snaps slamming the door behind my brother. "Okay dude you got to see this."
Scott nods moving into the room and gives me a cheeky smile I try to return that only seems to make worry spark in his eyes. A strong sense of guilt hits me, thinking of how proud Scott was of himself and realizing that if this was true, it wasn't because of something he did, it was because he was turning into something that shouldn't even exist.
Stiles shoos Scott into the room heading straight for his desk snapping, "I've been reading websites books-"
"How much Aderall have you had today?" Scott laughs
"A lot." Stiles admits making my brother laugh. "Doesn't matter. Just listen alright."
"Is this about the body, they find out who did it?" Scott asks dumping his bag on the floor before sitting beside me on the bed.
"No they're still questioning people even Derek Hale."
"Oh the guy from the woods that we saw the other day."
Yeah yeah but that's not it!" Stiles explodes impatiently making my brother laugh shaking his head probably thinking Stiles as acting like this cause of the Aderall not because he's afraid his best friend is turning into a freakin were wolf.
"Look, you remember that joke the other day?" he asks as Scott shakes his head. "It's not so much a joke anymore."
Scott just stares at him sending me a curious glance but I only stare at the floor unable to meet his gaze as a sense of fear runs through me for my brother. Stiles sighs glancing at me when I look at him and I can already tell he's dreading even speaking the words. Hell I don't even want to tell Scott, I mean if I thought it was crazy Scott will have us committed.
"The wolf, the bite in the woods, look I've been doing all this reading-" Stiles snaps jumping from his seat throwing his papers frantically on the desk. "Do you even know why a wolf howls?"
"Should I?" Asks my brother as our best friend sighs agitatedly.
"It's a signal." I pipe in, Scott and Stiles both look at me in confusion. "To give their location to the rest of the pack."
"Exactly!" Stiles exclaims making Scott flinch fingers absently rubbing his ears. "If you two heard a wolf howling that night it meant it was signaling its location to the other wolf maybe even a whole pack of them!"
"A whole pack of wolves?" Scott asks eyes wide and I realize how bad things re already going. Stiles was already looking irate and deranged while Scott was so ignorantly confused.
"No, werewolves." Stiles states carefully.
Scott stares at him for a long dreading second before he scoffs, the same agitation spreading across his face I saw yesterday. He stands grabbing his bag while snapping, "Are you seriously wasting my time with this?"
"Alright look we both saw you on that field yesterday Scott, what you did wasn't just amazing okay it was impossible."
Scott's anger seems to strengthen as his face falls shoulders tensing, "Okay so I made a lucky shot."
"No!" Stiles yells slamming a hand on his chest before my brother can go around and reaching for Scott's bag and slamming it on the bed bedside me. "You made an incredible shot, I mean the way you moved-"
"Was incredible." I add in softly making both boys round on me. "Scotty come on, I mean the speed and reflexes, people don't just do it overnight."
"I've been working hard-"
"Yeah and the night before School started you could barely climb a hill. Now your running around like freakin' spider man, let's not mention how you haven't used your inhaler once sense we got it back."
"Well-"
"And the hearing, how you could read the bulletin board from the lockers-"
"Okay," my brother explodes making me clench my jaw in anger. "I can't deal with this right now, we'll talk about this when I get back home tonight,"
"What?!" Stiles yells lunging in front of him. "No tonight's a full moon don't you get it!"
Scott finally seeming to break explodes, "What are you trying to do! I just made first line, I have a date with a girl I don't believe wants to go out with me and everything in my life is somehow perfect why are you trying to ruin it!"
"We aren't trying to ruin anything jackass." I snap springing up from the bed. "God Scott open your eyes, we're trying to help!"
"Your cursed man." Stiles adds softly. "Besides it's not just the full moon that makes you physically change it's also when your blood lust will be at it's peak."
"Blood lust?" Scott snaps.
"Yeah your urge to kill." Stiles sighs.
Scott glares grabbing his bag while snapping, "I'm already feeling an urge to kill Stiles."
I sigh shaking my head as Stiles swivels in his chair grabbing a book reciting the words, " A change can be triggered by anger or anything that raises the pulse."
"So in other words anything that makes your heart race, your nerves all jumbled." I sigh crossing my arms and glaring at him. "And I don't think anything can make you like that more than Allison."
He looks at me with a frown then Stiles and shakes his head. "I can't believe this."
"Yeah well you know what believe it, and you need to call her right now and cancel this date." Stiles spring up from his chair grabbing Scott's bag.
I tense Scott looking at him snapping, "What are you doing?"
"Canceling the date."
Scott suddenly turns, a livid expression on his face as he springs forward shouting and grabs Stiles slamming him against the wall. My stomach plummets, mouth screaming as I launch forward slamming into my brother's back shaking him.
"Scott no! Let him go!"
He's raised a fist Stiles flinching with his eyes closed in anticipation but I only grab his arm prying it back.
"Scott get the hell off him!"
Scott doesn't budge though arm coiled and face murderous until I finally realice my hold and do something completely thought less. A fist slams into my brothers jaw, my fist throbbing with a dull ache as I retreat back hoping to have snapped him out of whatever the hell this was but he only rounds on me hand flashing out grabbing me and throwing me backwards.
A white hot pain shoots up my arm, my body hitting the floor with a thump as my head cracks against Stiles bedside table. Stiles yells something shoving against my brother who looks at me confused before a horrified expression crosses it. He steps away from our best friend who moves over to me, eyes worried while Scott just stares at me with glassy eyes.
"Lexi I-" he stops mouth moving but no words and I wince head pounding as Stiles curses. Scott just stares at us backing away slowly. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
Then he's gone before I can stop him and Stiles's hands are on my face. I look up wincing and feel a chill run over me from how close we are, the feeling is strange considering how I'm sure we've been closer before. Either way I feel heat rise in my cheeks as I slowly sit the heat from his fingers leaking through my shirt replacing the numb coldness from what just happened.
"You okay?"
I nod using my arms to prop myself up before yelling in pain something warm running down my right arm. "What's wrong is it your head?" Stiles panics gently tilting my head forward to get a look at what I'm sure is a nice knot but I barely feel his probing fingers when my eyes lock on my arm.
"Stiles." I mutter, voice no longer able to go any higher as a cold clenching feeling settles in my stomach. I raise my arm, Stiles asking what was wrong only to stop dead in his tracks as we both lock eyes on it. Four parallel scratches slant across my skin, blood oozing from the wound but that wasn't what bothered me, it was how closely they resembled to claw marks.
"Holy shit." I murmur as Stiles and I exchange a long look.
He shakes his head gently holding my arm in his larger hand while muttering, "And here I thought cats had the claws."
000
Later after cleaning my arm and patching it up Stiles offers to drive me home so I could get ready. After everything that happened we decided it would be best to go to the party tonight to keep an eye on Scott. I mean no matter how pissed I was at him for earlier another smaller part of myself knew that wasn't my brother and that our theory was even more correct. And if we were correct, which we were, then everyone at the party was in danger, including my brother because he would never forgive himself if he hurt someone.
So here I am heading up stairs to get ready for a party I didn't even wanna go to just to make sure my brother, who attacked me and his best friend earlier, doesn't maul half the student body. The things I do for that boy.
I head up the stairs hearing voices from inside Scott's room so I quietly move to the door just as I see my Mom smirk giving my brother a motherly look. "We don't have to have a talk do we?"
Scott's face drops a mortified expression crossing his face before he stutters out, "Mom I'm not having the safe sex talk with you!"
My eyes widen the same time our mother's does, her face dropping in shock before she explodes "Oh no I was talking about keeping the tank full give me those back!"
"Are you serious?" Scott complains.
"You bet your ass I'm serious. I'm not winding up on one of those reality tv shows with a pregnant Sixteen year old!"
My eyes widen form retreating from the door before hitting the coffee table and knocking the floor vase on the floor. They both look up in surprise before Mom sighs and smiles when she sees me.
"Hey baby." She grins putting an arm around me.
I smile the best I can, her lips brushing my fore head before she sees the bandage on my arm. Her gentle fingers that have patched up every scrape and bruise I've gotten since I could crawl inspect my arm. Brown eyes look at me expectantly, and for a moment I rack my brain for a liable excuse.
"Fell off my bike." I decide a quick blush rising over my cheeks from the lie, but hopefully mom will only think I'm embarrassed.
She smiles, and I know she bought it. "I keep telling you to be careful on that thing."
"Yeah I know. I'm fine though so don't worry, and uh I'm gonna go out tonight if that's okay."
Mom's brows raise to her hair line as a small smile spreads across her face, "Your going out tonight?"
"Yeah, Lydia invited me to the stupid party and I told her I'd come." I say cautiously before sending a pointed look to my brother who looks down angrily avoiding my gaze.
"Really." mom says with raised accusing eye brows.
"Yeah." I say defensively as she looks at me. "Stiles is actually coming to pick me up so-"
"Oh really?" she says in a tone of voice I don't understand until a knowing smile spreads across her face.
My cheeks redden eyes widening as my head shakes rapidly. "No, no don't even go there, he's just picking me up since Scott has his date with Allison."
She nods with a unconvinced, "Uh huh."
"I'm telling the truth."
"What ever you say sweetie."
"I am!"
"Okay but I don't need to have this talk with you too do I?"
My eyes widen, cheeks heating up even more as I gawk at her, "Oh my god mom! No, it's just Stiles!"
She laughs and I whirl around jogging for my room before anymore can be said and slam the door shut. I can still hear her giggles though and an agitated embarrassment stirs inside me. Sighing I pull out my favorite gray tank top, and leather jacket, before a pair of black flats and skinny jeans. Changing quickly and slapping on my make up, I quickly scrunch my dark curls before putting in my black bejeweled skull ear rings.
Once satisfied with my outfit, I grab my bag heading for the stairs only to pause when my brother steps out of his room closing his door. He pauses also eyes locking with mine and before he can speak a familiar jeep horn blares from outside. Avoiding his eyes I rush past him and down the stairs where mom has the door open and is waving at Stiles.
"Hi Stiles!" she grins waving and before she can say a word to embarrass me even further I rush to the jeep calling a quick 'bye love you!' over my shoulder.
Closing the door to the jeep I catch sight of Stiles in the mirror and can't help but admire how handsome he looked tonight. He wore his jeans, light brown almost tan polo shirt ,and gray blazer. His honey colored orbs shimmer as he glances at me and grins. "Hey, you look nice."
"Thanks," I say tucking hair behind my ear. "Don't look so bad yourself Stillinski."
He smirks at this his manly ego swelling making me smile and roll my eyes before he asks, "You ready?"
And just like that my playful mood disappears while I nod my smile falling replaced by a chill running down my spine, "Let's get this over with."
Stiles snorts putting the car in gear and pulls out of the drive way in the direction of Lydia's place. "Don't sound so excited."
I sigh suddenly agitated, "You telling me you actually wanna go to this thing?"
"Well yeah I don't mind,"
"Why cause it's Lydia's party?" I snap bitterly a swell of something I don't like swimming inside me.
He frowns looking out the window with a expression I can't read making me sigh and shake my head.
"That's not it." he argues. "You know-"
"You know she'll just be all over Jackson at this stupid thing right." I snap bitterly cutting him off without thinking and cross my arms over my chest. An icy atmosphere surrounds us and as Stiles shifts beside me a guilty feeling immediately slaps me in the face.
Sighing I then realize how bitchy I just was to him for no reason at all. My eyes close a sigh escaping as I cast a timid look at Stiles. His face has dropped somewhat, hands tight on the steering wheel and another wave of guilt hits me like a bus.
"I'm sorry." I apologize. "I'm just worried, don't pay any attention to me being a bitch."
"You're not a bitch." Stiles sighs
"Yea I am." I mutter shaking my head as he shakes his own an annoyed sigh escaping.
"Look it's normal to be a little nervous." he sighs.
"I know. You don't think things are gonna go bad do you?" Stiles sighs staying quiet for a long time and I frown looking away. "I was afraid of that."
He frowns hand reaching over and giving mine a comforting squeeze. "Hey Scott'll be fine."
I nod, a flushed feeling traveling my arm from the contact while stiles frowns turning onto Lydia's street as I sigh. A slight heaviness fills the car before he pulls his hand away parking the jeep in the street and I meet Stiles comforting gaze. Music pulses from inside the house and the back yard as we climb out of the car toward the house. Here goes nothing.