It was another night at the Stilinski household. Stiles stood in the kitchen staring into the inside of his fridge. More take out, milk and something gross contained in a transparent box. He grimaced and shut the door before staring at the various report cards pasted on the door. His thoughts were elsewhere, mainly on the girl he met last night.

Dear god I hoped I didn't just have my first encounter with a spirit. He didn't want to add another thing to his list of completely bizarre supernatural encounters. She didn't seem dead though, there was colour in her skin and those eyes. So bright and wide, they stared right through him and seemed to reflect an internal struggle of some kind. He was fascinated and wondered if he would ever see her again.

Stiles shook his head and focused on the fridge door once more. Why was he even here? He wasn't hungry. Stiles knew he had to occupy himself. Maybe catch up on some reading and the list of movies he had made from himself to watch over the summer. Not to mention the tons of video games he had to update himself in.

He glanced in the direction of the dining room where his father sat at the head of the table going through a ton of paperwork.

"Dad you need any help in there?"

The tired sheriff looked up. He smiled and shook his head "No thanks Stiles."

"Kay then, I am going to sleep." He said gesturing his thumb in the direction of the staircase.

"Alright, good night son." Nodding in acknowledgement, Stiles left.

He trudged up the stairs to his room he crossed the short corridor. His bedroom door was already wide open. He stepped in only to freeze in shock at the sight of the very girl he was thinking about, standing with her back to him admiring the posters on his wall.

"You just—how the heck did you get in here?"

Ariel wasn't reacting nervously to the shock written on his face. She continued to walk around his room like she owned it. Appreciatively looking at the many band posters on his wall. Her finger tips were running over the edge of his table while her stare remained fixated on the walls.

"Your window was not hard to open. I would have used the front door but your father was here so I didn't." She answered causing Stiles to dead-pan. He shut the door behind him so his father wouldn't hear and start thinking Stiles had a mental problem and had begun talking to himself.

"What, are you like waiting for him to be in the cemetery so you can make your introductions then?" He retorted. She turned to him, her head tilted to the side in that curious way again and soft smile. He was instantly caught under her striking blue eyes.

"Your way of talking, it's very fascinating, what is it called?" She asked Stiles couldn't tell if she was joking.

"Are you serious?"

"No I was being sarcastic." She muttered giving him a flat look. Stiles rolled his eyes and took a step into his room hesitantly.

"How did you even find me?" He demanded she shrugged and averted her stare to his Mac book. Her touch drifted over the silver Apple logo, fascinated by the glimmer and cool smooth surface. He knew he should be feeling threatened by the mysterious girl's presence in his room, but he wasn't.

"How I usually look for things, with my senses." She replied as if stating the obvious. Stiles cocked an eyebrow at her answer. Which was hardly explanatory and a little on the creepy side.

"So you stalked me?" He asked she looked to him with that cocky grin returned, pulling her hand back to her side and burying it in her pant pocket, shuffling around for something.

"I wanted to return your pills to you."

"Return, I didn't realize I dropped them."

"You didn't, I stole them."

"What, why how?" Stiles gasped and clambered to catch the small plastic pill bottle she threw at him, he caught it clumsily. The moment he did he looked up and his breath left his lungs when she was standing right in front of him.

"I wanted to see what it was, they smelled funny." Stiles gulped, he didn't even hear her move, the girl was a freaking ninja. She was staring at the bottle in his hands but feeling his unwavering wide eyed stare, she looked up. He froze when she stared at him with those azure eyes.

Being so close to her Stiles got a proper look into them. They reminded him of a plasma lamp—each time someone touched it a bolt lightening would shoot out from the center of it. Like lightening, electric, dangerous and beautiful all at the same time. Her iris had a deeper blue rim around it as if trapping the crystal currents in her eyes.

"Am I making you nervous?" She whispered watching him carefully. Her eyes had darkened like she found some pleasure in seeing him quiver before him. She smelled so clean. Like Christmas morning in the woods surrounded by the pine forests and fresh snow, cold warm and invigorating.

"Uh yeah…" Stiles was amazed he could even speak "Freaky cemetery girl hanging out in my room, against my will might I add."

The possessive look in her eyes dimmed and she leaned back.

"Sorry" She muttered tugging at the edge of her beanie, pulling it further down her head.

"Ethan told me that I have poor social skills." She added. Stiles was astounded, they way she behaved she almost seemed embarrassed and vulnerable? It was hard to tell, especially when the sight of that beanie bothered him so. He wanted to rip it off her head. He was so curious to see her hair it was turning into an itch he couldn't scratch.

"This is your way of trying to be friend me?" He asked being as frank as possible. She raised her gaze to meet his trying to analyze his doubtful expression.

"Is it working?" She wondered blinking her wide eyes, smiling crookedly at him in a way that Stiles couldn't help but find it cute. Which is weird because he never though a girl with such sharp striking features like Ariel's could actually look cute.

"Do you live here?" He averted the topic not wanting to give her a proper answer. Climbing into a boy's room without permission was not appropriate behavior and Stiles did not want to encourage, no matter how bold it was. He moved past her and to his desk, taking a seat and leaning back on the back rest. It was his small way of showing he was comfortable around her and accepted her presence. She seemed eased by the action.

"Passing through." She was being vague "what's this poster about?" she gestured to the large black poster with a insignia of a white skull with waves emitting from the scalp and deep black eyes and a white ring around it.

"It's the Offspring." He answered lazily determined to probe her with more questions about her reasons to see him. Boredom could not possible be the only solution.

"Who's offspring?" She asked utterly confused, he gaped.

"Oh my…you are not serious are you?

"Are they important people?" She was staring at the poster like it was a puzzle she was trying to decipher. His features scrunched up in concern.

"Are you passing through here on your space ship or something, how can you not know Offspring?" How could anyone not have heard of the Offspring. Even Beliebers knew who was pretty fly for a white guy.

Someone has been living under a rock.

He wanted to utter another witty remark of some kind but she suddenly pulled the beanie off her head.

He stared, marveled by the long dark locks that fell down and past her shoulders in thick waves. The desk lamp from his table illuminated her hair and showed its true colour to be slightly auburn with few red highlights. She turned to face him and her plump lips were moving but Stiles found it hard to hear what she said, being so bewitched by her mouth.

"—Not satanic then?"

"W-what?" Stiles heart was racing. He had completely missed what she uttered.

"Since they are referred to as the Offspring and their logo seems pretty sinister. I was wondering if they were the self proclaimed 'offspring' of Satan or something."

"No, it's a band they play music. Wait I'll show you." He spun around in his chair in a haste, eager to distract himself with anything to avoid being caught looking at her for too long. He thought her face was pretty but with that damn hair and her body's proportions. She was beautiful, hauntingly so.

Stiles was on his music player and browsing through the four gigabytes list of songs when he felt her breath against his neck. He tensed immediately when that familiar scent of hers brushed under his nose. Consuming his mind and making him lose all train of thought.

"Music eh?" She murmured and Stiles resisted the urge to shudder and continued to glare at the screen.

Ariel watched him from the corners of her eyes trying not to smirk but it was hard to resist. She felt so smug and devious knowing that she could pull one tiny thread and he would just crumble.

So frail she couldn't help but think. A sudden loud noise blasted from the speakers that sent her hands flying to protect her ears as she took an instinctual step away from the location of the sound.

"Sorry sorry." Stiles was apologizing and scrambling frantically to lower the volume. It was a fast thumping beat and once her annoyance had worn off she couldn't help but find it to be catchy.

"It's rather loud." Stiles watched her reactions, part of him hoping she wouldn't reject the new sound he was introducing her to. He was not expecting the grin that formed on her face as she listened intently.

"I like it." She added with a nod of approval. She spun on her heel and sat herself down on the edge of his table facing him. He was surprised by the act and watched her very carefully.

"What else you got?"

"I didn't realize I became your personal DJ."

"Hey you offered I am merely immersing myself."

"What kind of music do you usually listen to?"

"Adagio in G minor, Valse Triste by Sibelius, prelude to the afternoon of Faun by Debussy—" She paused at the sight of his bewildered face "Those are just my favourites, I can go on if you like."

"No I think I get it, you don't seem like the classics kinda girl." He observed and this sparked a sudden interest in her blue eyes. They were glinting down at him.

"Oh?" She leaned over abruptly to the point where their noses were almost touching.

"What kind of girl do I seem like to you?" She whispered.

Stiles was not used to being at such a close proximity with a girl so he had trouble finding his nerves at first. She was completely at ease like she had done this exact same move countless times to men.

"It's just not something I would guess at a first sight." He was trying hard not to stutter especially when her stare was filled with such wonder.

"I see" She murmured and moved back Stiles wanted to sigh heavily in relief.

"Would you like to know what I guessed about you at a first sight?" She asked, he pondered her words for a moment before nodding slowly.

"You are a virgin." He gaped at her words, she smiled smugly.

"Am I giving off some kind of freaking vibe?" He exclaimed embarrassed and outraged at the same time. She shook her head and looked to the opposite wall.

"Males always have this air about them after they have sex with a woman…or a man—which ever I don't judge." She looked down at him "You don't really have it which is kinda sad really because you are quite handsome." A hot blush instantly began to creep up his neck as an impact to her statement. There was no lie in her eyes neither was she patronizing about him still having his virtue.

"Thanks." He muttered uncertain. She watched him intensely a slow smile curling up her full lips.

"No one has told you that have they? A cute here and there—but no one ever critically looked at your features."

"Critically?" What is she a therapist?

"Why yes." Her chin lifted a notch, pleased with herself "You see I consider the human form to be the most intriguing way to know someone. Master it enough and you can learn everything about them at just one long look."

"R-really, uh like what?" Curious as he was he was also worried that the fact that those gorgeous eyes of hers, being able to stare into his soul is not so much a description rather a fact.

She glanced up in the direction of his forehead "You grew out your hair, it used to be short because I've seen you run your fingers through it and clutch it as if affirming its presence because you are not used to its length."

At her statement his fingers itched to run through his hair.

"Now why would you decide to grow it out?" She pondered out loud rubbing at her chin philosophically "Maybe you felt like it or maybe you wanted to change because everyone else you know had decided to or maybe…it's for someone." Her eyes were gleaming down at him and his silence only further proved her findings.

"A girl yes, someone you have had feelings for a while and she never returned your feelings why else would you be comfortable being a virgin." Lydia was instantly on his mind. Her red hair her intelligent eyes and her hour glass figure. But when Ariel's insinuation sunk in Stiles was instantly defensive, crossing his arms over his chest stubbornly.

"Who said I am comfortable with it?" She smiled at his self-protective words.

"You are, it is your protection. Infatuated with someone you will never have because you don't want to get hurt, not again." Was it completely true? Stiles was shell-shocked, having seen Lydia with Jackson and choosing him over Stiles multiple times. But he always bounced back because he knew if he had her, losing her would be more painful.

Not again? He looked to her his honey eyes quivering in confusion, was it so obvious that a completely strange like her could see it?

"H-how—"He didn't want her to see just how thrown he was by her words. Clearing his throat Stiles quickly jumped to his feet and stepped back, his lanky build towering over her.

"How did you do that?" He questioned. She was clearly amused by his reactions from the way she was swinging her legs back and forth innocently. Stiles knew there was more to her, it was a terrifying revelation.

"You are smart you have the eyes and forehead for it, it's not rocket science, and it's your personality profile." He frowned, rocket science? She pulled out his deepest insecurities, tossed it on a table and picked at it with hypothetical tweezers.

"What were you like some sad typist behind a desk evaluating profile compatibilities at?" She grinned at his words not in the slightest bit insulted.

"Do you always joke your way out of a stressful situation, defense mechanism yeah?" His frown deepened and she shook her head still smiling.

"No need to be so anxious." She murmured while leaning back "Tell you what, why don't you give it a shot."

"Give what a shot?"

"Analyze me, go on I won't bite." Something about the words that left her lips amused her. Stiles wanted to ask why but her proposition grabbed his attention " just tell me the first thing you can tell about me."

"Oh where should I start? You clearly have no boundaries or respect for a person's privacy or their pockets!"He exclaimed irritated and edgy she made a small chiding sound.

"Those are all facts, come on Stiles you can do better than that, a smart guy like you."

"How do you know I am smart? Did you go through my school records or something because I heard there is an app for that now." He pointed out.

"You just look it, high forehead hiding an above average mind and your eyes." He could feel her stare like a gentle breeze, sweeping over him, their eyes met.

"So intelligent and beyond their years." He was astounded by her statement and mesmerized by the intensely way she held his stare.

"I bet in your group of friends you are the only one that is rational, analyzing a situation from all angles, considering all the consequences of a single action, the wary one." His mind began to playback all everything that happened last year at school. Allison's crazy grand-father, Derek's uncle. He remembered how helpless and lost he felt the entire time everything began to crumble around him.

"Haven't you been through a situation before where you wish you had some way of knowing a person, their intentions, to prevent any incidents that resulted because of them?" She got to her feet and approached him. Stiles stood stock still completely held in place by just her arctic eyes.

"I can teach you, you know." She whispered.

"Why would you want to teach me?" She asked. Stiles was surprised by the lack of a stutter in his voice, she smiled.

"It's Spring Break, I am bored and you seem somewhat worthy." She stated with a casual shrug of her shoulders "Besides I am not being a Good Samaritan, I'll teach you in exchange for entertainment."

"You seem to be enjoying yourself too much already." He snorted she pivoted on the heel of her sneakers and lazily walked to his bookshelf. He watched as she ran the tip of her index finger down the spine of a random book.

"I mean books, music, I recently moved here and I need things to pass the time." She answered, her reasons were simple and without malicious intent. It was an opportunity he couldn't pass up and there was a voice in the back of his mind…a worry that if he refused it would be the last he would see of her, and he wanted to see her again.

"Sidney Sheldon." She had picked a book from the shelf and was flipping through it in vague interest.

"I've always wanted to read this," Stiles looked to the book, skimming over the title.

If Tomorrow Comes was written in a bold white against a blurred image with the author's name above it. It was one of his favourites among the collection of Sheldon books he had.

"It's my favourite. I think you would like it. Might give you a few pointers on how to rob somebody since you seem to enjoy it so much."

Her dark brows disappeared behind her bangs "Oh…I am already intrigued." She flipped the book in her hands, giving the cover a once over before looking back at him.

"What else you got?"

"No offence or anything but I don't really know if you are ever going to return so how about just one book for now, I am pretty protective of my stuff." She didn't seem offended which Stiles realized is a common trait with her. He wanted to know what made her tick.

"Fair enough I suppose my word isn't enough, considering I did just tell you everything you didn't want to hear about yourself." She gave him a cheeky smile with a mischievous glint in her blue eyes that softened their icy shade.

"I'll bring this back to you tomorrow." She announced and brushed past him, heading for the window.

Stiles spun around on instinct just as she had one leg out the window.

"You are leaving? What about lesson one?" He responded frantically she looked to him sitting on the edge for a moment and staring at him. Stiles didn't know why he wanted her to stay so desperately. He cursed himself for reacting like such a clingy teen. Her silent stare irked him. He couldn't tell what she was thinking, but then a smile pinched at the corners of her lips.

"That was lesson one, see ya Stilinski." And she left leaving Stiles standing in the middle of his room feeling empty like the slot in his book rack.