Author's Note: So idk how I feel about this chapter, it's kinda ehh...no Averek interaction unfortunately :( sorry about that. I skipped ahead to the first day of school, so there's that. Next chapter will continue the same day. So, yeah. Try to make it through this one and the next should be very eventful.
No seriously, really uneventful.
Stiles
"Man why is it always so hard to find an open spot?" I mutter to myself as I slowly pull through the high school parking lot, making sure to avoid people as they filter in towards the main entrance.
I finally find an empty spot and pull in. I grab my backpack, lacrosse bag, and stick before jumping out and taking a deep breath. Another year full of stress, homework, and werewolf crap.
As I walk through the lot between a terribly parked big ass red Hummer-
I stop and turn back towards the car and through the driver side window I can see Avery inside just staring at the school with a blank expression. I walk over and tap the glass.
She jumps, looks at me and then smiles before opening the door and getting out. "Hey, you okay?" I ask as she walks to the back and grabs her backpack. Her skinny jeans are ripped around the knees and her white tank top clings tightly to her body with an oversized light red flannel shirt on top. Her long brown hair is in a messy side braid and her brown boots are scuffed all over.
"Yeah I was just thinking," she says as she leans in the backseat and pulls out her lacrosse bag and slings it over her other shoulder before grabbing her stick. She shuts the door and looks at the school again before smiling at me, "Walk in with me?"
I nod, "Sure," we both turn and walk through the lot, I can't help but notice she's looking all around her nervously, "Something wrong?" I ask.
"Everyone's already talking about me," I look around and notice a lot of people giving us quick glances and then turning away and talking to their friends.
"Hey, Avery y'know you really shouldn't-"
"It's okay, I'm fine, really," she smiles widely in an attempt to convince me, "I just have to make it through and they'll all get bored eventually." I give her a small nod and she sighs as she looks again towards the door.
"So…." I begin, "how are things with Derek?" her head snaps toward me with wide eyes.
"What?" she asks, clearing her throat.
"Umm Derek? Like 'alpha werewolf extraordinaire' Derek?" I whisper. She smiles again.
"Yeah, uh things are good, I guess. He's teaching us…stuff."
"Any news on the other alpha?" She shakes her head.
"Nothing since the full moon. Derek's getting frustrated about it, we all are." She says as she pushes the front door open and holds the door open for me to follow. "I don't know if I ever got a chance to tell you this, but he was there- at the crash." I nearly stumble over myself at that and Avery grabs my arm to keep me up.
"What?" I ask too loudly. All the students in the hall look over at us and we both smile at them awkwardly. As soon as they turn away I look back at her, "What do you mean?"
"I mean exactly that; I remember him coming up to the car," we keep walking and find a corner of the hallway to stand in, "well, I didn't see him, I only saw his eyes."
I shake my head, "Why didn't he just kill you?" She shrugs.
"I remember the sound of people approaching, maybe that scared him off, besides it's not like he knew Derek would change me anyway." I nod.
"You haven't remembered anything else about that night though?"
The gleam of her eyes seems to dull a bit as she looks down at the floor, "No," she bites her lip and looks back up, "I keep remembering pointless stuff, Derek says it might take some time, but it's already been so long already…" she shakes her head, "I have to drop my stuff off in the locker room,"
"Yeah," I say, turning out of the corner and nodding in the direction of the locker rooms, "mind if I come along?" she smiles at that and follows my lead.
"Thanks, Stiles."
Erica
"Whoa, watch out Erica!" Isaac says from beside me as I put some of my make up in my new locker, "Here she comes!" I look at him and he nods down the hall, I follow his gaze and see Avery and Stiles walking down the hall smiling.
I smack his arm and he laughs. As the two get closer he calls out, "Hey, Stiles!" Stiles puts a hand up and smiles, "Hey, bravery!" he laughs.
As she walks by, Avery pokes the end of her stick on the back of Isaac's knee, causing his leg to fold up and him to stumble forward. He quickly recovers and looks over at her as she walks backwards down the hall to retain eye contact with him, "I told you not to start something you couldn't finish, Chastings!"
She laughs and opens her arms wide open, "Game on Lahey!" she calls back.
I slam my locker and begin walking away down the opposite hallway, a few moments later, Isaac is beside me, "You're going to have to get over whatever it is that's bothering you with her, you know that right?"
"Everyone loves her," I mumble, "so what if one single person doesn't?" I grip the strap of my messenger bag tightly.
"First off, not everyone loves her, you're being dramatic, second off being mad at someone simply for them being who they are is stupid, the one who loses in that is you. I'm not saying you have to be best friends, but you're going to have to be on speaking terms,"
I turn towards the bathroom and stand in the doorway, "I'm working on it, okay? I didn't even give her a dirty look today." I say as I back into the door and step inside.
Lydia
"This is ridiculous," I say to Allison as she tucks books into her locker, "first day back and all anyone is talking about is Avery and that new guy."
"New guy?" Allison asks, "What new guy?"
My jaw practically hits the jaw, "Umm, the new guy."
Allison nods, "Yeah that really cleared things up."
"I'm going to skip the lecture on the importance of being in-the-loop and get right to it. The new guy is Luke Phillips, a senior football quarterback who just moved here from Texas and he's gorgeous. He's apparently amazing, committed to some great football program somewhere down south."
Allison lets out a dry huff, "Well then I hope he's ready to get sacked every other play because the football here-"
"Trust me, I know. Though I've heard he's also a really great runner, so maybe he'll be able to do something with our lousy team, hmm? Anyway, every girl in the school is going to be all over him."
Allison narrows her eyes at me, "You're not…?" she trails off with a suspicious look in her eye.
I shrug and rub my lips together, evening out the lip gloss I'd no doubt have to touch up in a few minutes. "Maybe," Allison turns fully towards me, ignoring her open locker.
"Lydia, you haven't even talked to Jackson yet," I look away and watch the people pass by down the hall.
"I know," my eyes glaze over for a moment and I see Jackson with the teeth and the eyes- "it's just easier not to, okay?" I look back up to her to see her staring at me with worried brown eyes. "I'll talk to him, I'm just not ready yet." I look away from her as she nods.
My jaw nearly drops, "So speaking of Luke Phillips," I say just before the homeroom bell rings out through the halls.
Avery
I lean back against my desk seat and take a deep breath as I look around at my peers. A lot of them I know, but there are none I really care to talk to. I've just got to make it through the first day and the rest will just float by.
At least I hope so.
I try to drown the whispers out, but it's hard. I can hear my name everywhere. It's maddening, really, but I focus on the sound of my homeroom teacher's voice as he begins talking about the usual first day garbage.
Just one year and this'll be over, just one school year, that's it.
The bell rings suddenly, and I look to the clock in confusion. Low and behold, half an hour passed like five minutes. I might just survive this.
As I stand up and grab my backpack thunder grumbles from outside. I look over at the window to see a storm brewing outside. "Damn it," I say, slinging my backpack over my shoulder. I guess its indoor practice today.
Sheriff Stilinski
"Hey Kelly," I say as I walk up to her desk, "is he….?" I ask.
She looks up and points toward my office, "Right in there, just waiting for you to get in."
"Thanks," I say, already moving away towards my doors. With a quick flick of my wrist I turn the nob and step inside. I look over at the boy sitting in front of my desk as he turns to face me. "You've been difficult to find," I say, walking around my desk and taking my seat.
"Yeah, I uh, I was on vacation-"
"So I heard," I say, cutting him off, "listen Jake, why don't we just get right down to it, where were you the night of Avery Chasting's crash?" his eyes stare back at mine without wavering.
Erica
I sit down in my first period class and proceed to text Isaac while I try to hide my phone under my desk.
"So how's ur schedule so far?" he asks.
"Mehh" I respond before writing another text, "Hbu?"
"Just waiting till after school for tryouts, you coming to watch?" he asks.
"No. Lacrosse is stupid and it's pouring out."
"It's not THAT stupid and it's indoor anyway." He texts back.
"Still not coming."
"Your loss ;)" he responds.
"Not really, what time do we have 2 b at the station 2day?"
"Like 4ish, doubt I'll make it. Coach always holds us over."
"Derek's gonna kick your ass." I hold in a laugh. I look around the room and see that a couple people are looking at me but the teacher is so busy reciting the first semester lesson plan that she hasn't even noticed my texting.
"Well he'd have to kick Ave's ass too, so I think I'm safe."
"If you say so." I tuck my phone back into my pocket and force myself to pay attention as my teacher drones on about the syllabus.
Derek
I rip up a floorboard and toss it aside before reaching over and placing a new board in its place. I reach over and grab my nail gun and line up the nails with the foundation.
It'll be years before the house is even half done at the rate I'm going, but with all the distractions lately I guess it's all I can expect.
Even now, in the complete silence of my old charred basement, I feel like I'm still distracted. By a lot of things.
The alpha who seems to just take pleasure in running around my territory along with a new beta, the old hunter Gerard being back in town, Jackson's sudden shift, Boyd, Erica, and Avery not being able to fully control themselves still, and….Avery in general.
I pull the trigger of the nail gun and the nail shoots through the wood and holds the board steady. I shoot three more nails in the board before stepping on it and testing how it holds my weight.
The other night was…not something I can explain.
Thinking about it mostly just pisses me off…I lost control. I lost control and that can't happen. It hasn't happened in years and it can't happen again.
I try to refocus as I line another board up on the foundation and line up the nail gun.
Avery
I grab my bag and stand up from my desk as Lola, our team's goalie, comes over to me after Anatomy class, "Hey, Ave," she says with a smile, "you heading to lunch?" she asks. I look down at my schedule and nod.
"Yeah, you?"
"Yep," she answers as we begin walking out together, "so are you ready for tryouts today then?"
"Hmm… if by 'tryouts' you mean 'non-stop sprints until coach weeds out the weak', then no, not really. We don't even do anything with our sticks for the first hour." Lola gets a smile on her face.
"Actually, I heard it might be different this year. There are these freshmen coming in that are supposed to be amazing. She doesn't have time this year to run us to death, she's got to figure out who's Varsity material." I just shrug and bite my lip.
"Don't doubt her, Lola; the woman is crazy."
Jake Reily
"I told you, I'm not answering anything without my lawyer." I say as I try to relax.
Sheriff Stilinski narrows his eyes at me, "Then why come down here at all, Jake?"
"My father told me the police wanted to talk to me, so here I am."
"Yes, here you are, being as useless as ever." He mutters.
"What do you mean by that?" I ask.
"I think you were driving the car that night, I think you crashed it and covered it up. There was another blood type found in the car, I'm willing to bet that it's yours, too." The door opens behind me and Jackson's father steps in.
"Sheriff Stilinski," he says, he looks down and me and nods, "Jake won't be answering any more questions today, thank you, and I'd prefer it if you notify me when you're questioning one of my clients."
"I wasn't aware he was one of your clients," Sheriff Stilinski says, looking between us suspiciously, "Jake here hasn't answered a single one of them anyway. But what would a supposedly innocent eighteen-year-old need with a defense attorney?"
My heart falls into my stomach and I feel myself begin shaking. "C'mon, Jake," Mr. Whittemore says as he ushers me out, "your parents are waiting for you."
I reach up to run my hand through my hair and stare at the claws at my fingertips. I quickly shove my hands into my pockets and face Mr. Whittemore as we step out of the police station. The rain pours down on the sidewalk as we stand under the awning. "I'll work on coming up with a logical reason for your blood to be found in the car." He whispers, "In the meantime, Jake? Try to practice not looking so obviously guilty." He pats my shoulder and walks away, leaving me on the steps of the station.
Author's Note: Like I said, I'm sorry.
Okay so a few things, I'm going to college soon so be ready for a drought of updates cuz idk how it's going to go lol
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Sorry for this chap's dryness, I'll give you Averek action in the next chapter and probably more Jake shit soon. Stick with me :)