made it to the end of the day without anything too serious happening. I wasn't mauled by any of my peers. No fist fights- which they would have lost, no doubt. I'm not trying to be cocky, but it's really no competition when it comes to a human against a werewolf. I walked toward the front entrance, and out the front doors, waiting by the exit. I wondered where Stiles was- maybe he'd forgotten. Which would most likely be best for his own health. I looked up at the beeping of a horn, and saw Stiles sitting in a large blue jeep as he pulled up in front of the doors. I smiled, walking toward him. I got in on the passenger's side, sitting back against the leather of the seat. "Hey." I said, noticing that the car smelled like him. It was something spicy and unique. "Hey." He said, completely unaware of the fact that I felt as though I were drowning in his scent. To be honest, I didn't wanna be saved. I looked over at him, through the curtain of my straight, blond hair. "So, where are we going?" I asked. He shrugged. "Well, we could go to my house if you want." The moment he spoke, he looked completely mortified. I grinned at him. "What, you're not gonna bye me dinner first?" I asked. He opened his mouth, letting it hang for a moment. "I didn't mean it like-" "Relax." I said laughing. I rolled my eyes. "Actually, I wouldn't mind going to your house. Besides, that's what friends do, right?" I asked. His lips seemed to pull shut. "Yeah. That's what friends do." He said, shifting the car into drive and peeling out of the parking lot. I leaned my head back against the seat as the wind tousled my hair. God, I loved that feeling.
When we arrived at his house, I walked in to the sound of yelling. A man yelling into what sounded like a cell phone. "No. No, he's not the one who was responsible for the murders!" He yelled. I narrowed my eyes at Stiles in confusion. He glanced at me and smiled. "My dad's a uh, sheriff." He explained. I nodded, as we quickly headed up stairs. He led me a ways down the hall and into a room I assumed was his. It was an off white, with pictures of snowboarding athletes, and lacrosse players. "Nice." I said, looking around the room. I set my bag on the floor next to the doorway and say down on the edge of his bed. He sighed, looking down at me. "So, this is my room." He said. I nodded. "What do you wanna do?" He asked. Once again he looked flustered. I smiled. "Wow, you really know how to put your foot in your mouth don't ya?" I asked. He nodded silently. I laughed for a moment. "Well if it helps, I have a tendency to do that a lot too." I said reassuringly. He smiled. "Looks like I'm not alone." He said.
"So what else do you like to do besides draw?" He asked. I sighed, feeling suddenly awkward talking about myself. No one ever really asked any questions at any of the other schools I was at. "Well…" I began. I sang. That was something I loved. I had since I was three. "I sing." I said. He turned to me, with a slight look of surprise. "Really, you sing?" He asked. I nodded. Slowly a peculiar look came upon his face. Oh god- what did I get myself into. "Good. Then I know exactly where to take you." He said. I looked up at him. "What do you mean?" I asked. He smiled, grabbing my hand. "C'mon." He said. I could have fought back, but I let him drag me downstairs. "I'll be back dad!" He called, pulling out the front door. As we made our way to his car, he let go of my hand and pulled out his keys. Part of me wanted him to keep holding on to me. But the other that had good sense said it was better if I didn't get involved with him. Actually it was screaming at me to back out now and run in the other direction. As I got into his car, he pulled out of his driveway and onto the road.
A short while later we were parked in front of a bar. "Stiles, why are we here? We aren't old enough to go in." I said. He smiled. "Not unless we have a performance to do." He said. Suddenly I realized why we were here. "Stiles-" I began. But he'd gotten out of the car, and he was already headed toward the entrance. I sighed, following him inside. As we entered, we were met by the brute force of bouncers. "I.D?" One of them asked. "Um, we're here for a performance." Stiles said. I looked over at him. "And what exactly do you do?" The guard asked. "Well- she sings." Stiles said matter of factly. The guard raised an eyebrow. "And you…" "I'm her entourage." He said. The guard glared at him. Stiles sighted and pulled a twenty from his pocket, handing it to him. He looked down at it and smiled. "Go get 'em." He said, letting us in. As we walked in, Stiles immediately pulled me over to the stage. No one was up now. But I was suddenly nervous. It had been forever since I sang in front of someone. "Go." He said. I sighed, getting onto the stage. I turned to the DJ, thinking for a moment. "Fading, by Rihanna?" I asked. He nodded, playing the track. I stood up in front of the mike, waiting for the lyrical part to begin. As it did, I began to gain confidence in the pleasant stares from the audience. I closed my eyes and sang loud and soulfully.
As the song ended, I opened my eyes and saw everyone staring at me. Suddenly the entire room was filled with loud, happy applause. I felt as if I were going to cry. I smiled, taking a small bow before stepping off stage. Quickly, I made my way over to Stiles, who stood with his mouth hung open. "You didn't tell me you could sing like that!" He exclaimed. I smiled. "I forgot I could." I said simply. After the performance we were forced out of the bar due to the fact that we were underage. We got into the car and sat for a moment. I sighed, looking over at him. "Thank you, Stiles. For bringing me here." I said. He smiled. "Yeah, no problem." He said. I looked out the window and realized it was starting to get dark. "Well, I should probably be… getting home." I said, slowly meeting his eyes. They were round and attentive and… sad? I wasn't sure but whatever it was I had seen flashed out of his eyes the minute he realized I was staring at him. "Yeah, sure." He said, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot.
After a few moments of silence, I decided to spark up conversation. "So, your dad's the sheriff, huh?" I asked. He glanced at me, then back at the road. "Yeah. Kinda stressful though." He said. I laughed once. "I could tell by the fact that he was yelling when we got to your house." His house. My backpack. "Damn it." I muttered. He looked over at me. "What is it?" He asked. "I left my bag at your house." I said. "You mind if we stop real quick to get it?" I asked. "No, sure." He said. I leaned back against the seat, inhaling his scent. "So what about your mom?" I asked, turning my head to look at him. Suddenly his body went rigid. His grip on the steering wheel tightened. Oh god- what did I just do? "She uh… she died, a few years back. Cancer." He responded quietly. My mouth fell open a little, and suddenly I couldn't speak. I could see the hurt in his face. My chest was tight, and I absently felt a tear fall onto my cheek. I turned my head in the other direction for a moment, wiping it away silently. But it made me think we were closer in more ways than one. "I'm sorry." I said, finally turning back to him. I shielded my face with the curtain of my hair, praying he hadn't seen me cry. He sighed. "What about you?" He asked, glancing down at me with a little more light in his eyes.
I looked down. "I live with my mom. My dad died last year in a car crash. After that, my mom moved here and got a new job. She said that things back home were too painful." That was partly true. She had said things were too painful. But it was only half the reason we'd moved here. I had also failed to mention that the hunters were responsible for my father's crash. They'd done it in an attempt to capture me. I was born a werewolf due to my father's genes. But the hunters had decided on killing him after a run in with one of their own ended with that hunter dead. But they wanted me alive. I remember the crash in picture perfect clarity. I was in the car. The road was dark and unlit, and they'd stepped onto the road at the last second. My dad swerved to avoid hitting them. But it ended with his death. My mother and I escaped, and since that night, we'd been on the run. "Oh, god. I-" "Didn't know. Don't apologize cause neither did I." I explained, looking back up at his adorable puppy dog eyes. For a moment, I looked down at his lips. They were pouty in their own special way- a way that seemed to drive me crazy. I blinked a few times as he looked back onto the road. Damn. This needed to stop. Someone was gonna get hurt.
As we pulled up in front of his house, he put the car in park. "I'll be right back." He said. I nodded, as he headed into the house. I sat for a moment, inhaling the his scent. It was warm and exciting. I could hear my own heartbeat pick up it's pace. I turned slightly, letting my face lay against the leather of his seat. I breathed deep, listening for a moment as I heard a voice from inside the house. "What's the rush?" His dad. "I have a girl in my car, dad. How often do you think that happens?" Stiles said. I couldn't help but smile. "Well… go on then." His dad said. Just then, Stiles walked out of his house holding my bag. I sat up at he entered the car. "Thanks." I said, taking it from him and tossing it into the back. As he started the car, I pulled my knees up to my chin, wrapping my arms around my legs. I looked out the windshield as he drove onto the road.
When we reached my house, he parked in the driveway behind my mom's car. I grabbed my bag and got out of the car, Stiles following me up the steps. As I stood in front of the door, he looked down for a moment. He rubbed the back of his neck, seeming at some sort of a loss. Finally he stepped forward. 'Oh god- what's he doing? He's not gonna…' I looked up to see him less than an inch away. "I had fun today." I managed, my voice just barely a whisper. He nodded. "Me too." His scent wrapped around me in hot, intoxicating tendrils. After a moment, I was forced to stare up at his eyes. His hands moved down to my waist, and suddenly I couldn't breathe. I bit my lip for a moment. He leaned down, pressing his lips to my cheek. When his skin made contact with mine, my heart stopped. He pulled back, his eyes illuminated by the light coming from behind the curtains in the windows of my house. "I'll see you tomorrow." He said. I nodded, wishing he hadn't let me go. He got into his car, and I waved a goodbye, before heading inside and immediately going to bed.