Aria starts by wildly pacing her room, writing out her script in her head. Trying to decide what her course of action should be in the.. Derek fiasco. Would she friendly punch him in the face? Would she run out of the room screaming bloody murder? So far, she had nothing. Initially she was just going to storm in there, demand answers, then storm back out. But no, that would be too easy.
So that's what she ended up doing. She drove to Derek's loft, putting the car in park. Happily flipping off the hooligans hanging around Derek's loft who called her 'Goldilocks' the first time she came here. She felt like she was on top of the world. Oh, then Derek opened the door. Aria offered him a nervous smile.
"Hey, pal." She quips nervously, lightly punching his arm, "Just swung by to uh.. say hey. So.. hey." She finishes lamely, a light nervous smile on her lips. "Mind if I come in?" She asks.
Derek nods, "Uh, yeah, come on in." He steps aside, letting her in. "So, why are you actually here?"
"Pfff, no ulterior motive or anything like that." Aria scoffs, nervously scratching the side of her face, "Okay, maybe a small ulterior motive." She confesses, folding her arms over her chest so then he wouldn't see she was shaking.
"Figures. So, what's going on, Aria?"
Aria swallows hard, finally finding her confidence, "What was that about at dinner? Oh.. and plus, my Dad would love to have you over again he thinks you're lovely." Aria adds.
"What was what?" Derek asks, walking around his loft, picking up various items and tossing them to the side.
"I don't know, maybe the light references that you might like me more than a sparing partner." Aria says, feeling her heart beating faster and faster by the second. He slowly turned around to look at her.
The look in his eyes was something Aria had never seen before. Never directed towards hers, anyway. She couldn't pinpoint it right away, but with astonishing accuracy, she sees the lust tinted with fear in his eyes.
Derek walks over to Aria, "You tell me."
"Tell you what?" Aria presses, a little breathless at him being so close to her.
"Tell me the truth." Derek takes a step closer and Aria cannot believe that he has yet to even touch her considering their proximity. "I heard you say my name, while sleeping. Tell me what's going on in your head, just this once."
Aria takes a soft step back, making a slight noise, "Uh, no way, you first. I asked you first."
Derek turns back, chuckling, "I forgot you were a kid."
"I am not a kid!" Aria protests.
"Yes, yes you are."
"Okay, for someone that's supposed to be crushing on me, calling me a kid is borderline pedophilia, bravo dumbass!" Aria scolds. She unfolds her arms from her chest, "I knew this was stupid." She turns around, about to leave. He grabs her arm though, pulling her back to him.
His lips crash on hers and Aria forgets how to breathe. She forgets her name, she forgets everything in that one moment. She just feels his lips against hers, scorching her skin and leaving hot patches all over her body. She closes her eyes and wraps her arms around his neck, going onto the top of her toes to better assess him. His arms wrap around her waist and he won't stop kissing her. Finally he breaks for breath.
"Does that answer your question?" He breathes against her lips.
Aria is breathing heavily and her green eyes touch his blue eyes, "Yes." She whispers, disconnecting from Derek, his arms around her waist vanishing. "I should go, I told Lydia we would study together..." Aria points her thumb at the door, "But uh.. we'll talk.. later." She nods, "Later."
Derek nods, and she quickly leaves.
The minute the door closes behind her, she leans her back against the door.
She had just kissed Derek Hale.
Aria's lips are swollen from Derek's kisses and she still can't remember how to breathe. That was something straight out of a dream. She walks into her house, taking out her phone to text Lydia that she can't make it.
"Aria?" Stiles calls from the kitchen, "Come in here."
Aria walks into the kitchen to see Stiles, Scott, Issac, and some girl she's never seen before. "Uh, yeah? What's up?"
"What's up? Where have you been all morning?" Stiles shakes his head, "We think we know where the Alphas are going to strike next. We need to hit them first this time, take them by surprise."
Scott nods, "If we can run the Alphas out of Beacon Hills, that keeps you safe."
"And you." Issac interjects, looking at Scott, then he turns to Aria, looking at her for the first time since they've walked through the door. "Ironically, they also want Scott to join their pack."
Aria sighs, running a hand through her hair, "This is just getting more and more complicated by the minute."
"No kidding. We think they're hiding in this old asylum. The whole asylum is marked up with their sign. So it seems like a good bet. Not to mention the minute you came to town, they got all riled up, back into formation. Before you came, they were scattered after the whole.." The brunette woman is about to continue, but a look from Stiles stops her, she instead points her finger at the asylum on the map. The woman pauses then, looking over at Aria, "I've heard a lot about you but haven't met you. Uh, I'm Allison." She holds her hand out to Aria and Aria shakes it.
"Aria." She says, a slight smile on her face.
Allison nods, "Okay, good, introductions over. So, we need you to be the distraction."
"Distraction?" Aria asks, "Does Derek know about this?"
Issac glances over at Aria, looking suspicious, "Why would Derek even need to know?"
"Probably because he's the only real Alpha, he might be a tad helpful to have around." Aria points out matter-of-factly. She nervously scratches her arm, "Distraction? Doesn't that seem.. too dangerous? Considering?"
"Considering what?" Allison asks.
"You're not that up to date, are you? Well, they all want to rip my throat out and make me into one of them." Aria grimaces, "They could at least buy me dinner first." She says sarcastically under her breath.
"It's all we've got." Issac says, "They won't kill you, but they'll kill Stiles. That's why you're the distraction."
"Hey hey hey! I never agreed to this!" Stiles interjects, "You want to turn my little sister into some.. chew toy?" He quickly turns to Scott, "No offense." He says fleetingly, then he says, "But this is my little sister we're talking about."
Scott looks sadly down at the map, "Stiles, I don't want to put anyone in danger.. but."
"But if it's my little sister it's okay?" Stiles protests, glancing over at Scott, "What if they bite her, Scott? Then what?"
"Then we deal with it." Scott responds.
"I don't want to have to deal with that though. Aria, look at me, eyes right here, do you want to be a werewolf?" Stiles asks Aria, and the whole room goes silent, waiting for her answer.
"No." Aria says.
Stiles throws his hands up in the air, "There we have it then, no grand Alpha attack."
Aria hears Stiles scuffling about his room. She walks into his room to see him sitting on his bed, staring at a book, but not really reading it. He's profusely sweating, Aria walks over to him, waving her hand in front of his face, he doesn't flinch.
"Stiles?" She asks quietly.
He doesn't respond, his eyes keep scanning the page but he's not reading he's only sweating.
"Stiles?" She asks louder.
He doesn't even blink he just keeps scanning the pages with his eyes. Then he starts frantically flipping the pages, while breathing heavily. Aria reaches out and knocks the book out of his hands, kneeling in front of him. Finally, his eyes meet hers, they look scared and panicked.
"Stiles?" Aria asks one more time, softly, "Are you okay?"
Stiles shakes his head, still sweating, he furiously wipes the sweat off his brow, "Aria, there's something wrong with me." His voice cracks and Aria thinks he's going to cry.
"Stiles, tell me what's wrong." Aria coos softly, worried he's about to break.
Stiles glances down at his knees, clenching his fingers together, "I don't know." He croaks.
She doesn't know what to do.