First of all, sorry for taking a couple of days to do this chapter. I was kind of busy but I have been reading the reviews and trying to apply them to the storyline in my head and if I do a good job following any of your constructive criticism, let me know cuz I really would like to know that I'm doing things right. So let's get on with this.

Chapter Three

"Change of plans," I told Stiles, after replaying the day in my head. "Just drop me off at home. I told Jackson that he should pick me up. Plus, I've gotta get ready anyways."

Stiles nodded. "Oh. Okay." The car ride continued. Awkward silence.

"So…" I started. "You're gonna meet me at the party, right?"

He shrugged. "I wasn't really invited."

"Don't worry about that. You can be my date."

Stiles made a surprised face. "D-Date?"

I laughed. "Calm down. It's not that huge of a deal."

As he pulled into my driveway, he said, "I'll meet you there later."

"Okay. Thanks for the ride."

In my home, I heard water pouring in the bathroom. Probably Scott. I rushed upstairs to pick out an outfit, take a shower, and do my hair and makeup. After about 45 minutes, I got a call from Danny.

"Are you ready because Jackson and I are waiting outside?"

"No. Just knock on the door. My mom will let you guys in."

A couple minutes later, I heard a knock on my bedroom door as I sat in front of my mirror, applying mascara. "Come in."

The both of them came in and casually sat themselves on my bed.

"M, I talked to your brother today and he denied. But I'm telling you, he's getting his juice from somewhere."

I looked at him and cocked my head. "Juice? Our mom does all the grocery shopping."

Danny laughed and Jackson gave me his "Really, Miranda?" look. "I'm talking about performance enhancement."

"Oh," I said, embarrassed. "Well, I told you he's not and he isn't."

Danny spoke up. "I really just don't understand how someone can go from benchwarmer to star player just like that."

"Me neither." Jackson sighed. "How long does it take for you to do your makeup? It's been forever."

"It's only been 10 minutes." A knock came on the door. "Who is it?"

"It's me." Mom replied. "I'm coming in." She smiled at all of us. "Hey guys. Scott just left, so I just came to see how you're doing. You guys have dates?"

"Lydia is hosting, so that's Jackson's date, but Danny and I- Wait, I actually do have a date." I said getting up from my seat to grab my curling wand and my flat iron.

"You do?" Danny and Jackson both asked. I nodded

"Yeah. Stiles is meeting me there." All three of them had dumbfounded looks on their faces. I played innocent. "What do think guys? Curl my hair or straighten it?"

"Since when are you hanging out with him?" My mom questioned.

"He's been helping me in chemistry." I lied. "Don't be so surprised guys. He wasn't invited to the party so I'm taking him so we can spy on Scott and Allison."

My mom nodded in sudden understanding. "That makes sense. Teenagers are nosy. Well, I'm gonna go now and I say leave it natural."

"I agree." Danny seconded.

"What about you Jackson?" I looked at him. "Curly, straight, or natural?"

Jackson rolled his eyes. "I don't think it matters."

I rolled mine right back at him. "You're such a boy. Maybe I should just take Danny and kick you to the curb." I joked.

As we got up to leave, Danny said. "The three of us are a packaged deal. No one's getting rid of anyone. Plus Jackson's our ride."

The Party

"Have you seen him yet?" I asked Stiles when we reunited.

He nodded. "He's dancing with Allison. C'mon." He grabbed my hand and dragged me into the crowd of sweaty drunk teenagers. I spotted them together. They were actually kind of cute. Holding hands. Looking into each other's eyes. "So we should dance, right?"

Stiles snapped me out of my thoughts. "What?"

He repeated. "We should dance right? I'm warning you though. My dancing is so bad that it's lethal."

I laughed. "Yeah, we should." So that's what we did. We danced. Or at least I did. I don't really know what Stiles was doing, to be honest, but it was funny. I looked over Scott and Allison, but Scott's focus was diverted. I tried to pinpoint what he was staring at. He looked so uncomfortable.

Lydia.

What was Lydia Martin doing? Sucking Jackson's face off while staring straight at Scott.

"Hey," Stiles got my attention. "Look at him."

Scott looked sick and delirious. He rushes out of the party, followed by Allison, followed by me, followed by Stiles.

"Did I do something wrong?" Allison was obviously disappointed. I put my hand on her shoulder.

"No, Scott really likes you. He just," I started, trying to think of an excuse for him. "He just has asthma and he's really embarrassed about it. He just didn't want you to know."

"Really?"

I nodded. "Anyways, are you good finding a way home? Just find Danny or Jackson. Stiles and I are gonna go make sure Scott's okay."

Allison just nodded and smiled.

Stiles and I sped home. As we were leaving though, I saw her get into Derek Hale's car. I shrugged. Maybe they knew each other (?). Anyways, when we got back to my house, we ran up the stair and to Scott's room as fast as we could.

I knocked. "Go away!" I heard Scott.

"Scott! It's me and Stiles. Let us in. We can help!"

"No." He refused. "Listen, you have to find Allison and take her home."

"She's fine. I saw her get a ride." Stiles said.

Scott was breathing really hard. "Guys, I think I know who it is."

"Let us in and we can talk Scott." I pleaded.

"It's Derek. Derek Hale's the werewolf. He's the one who bit me. He's the one who killed the girl in the woods."

Between all Stiles and I, all that was there was shocked silence until and I let my head fall and muttered. "Oh shit."

"What?" Scott panicked.

"Scott," Stiles began. "Derek's the one who drove Allison from the party." All we heard was shuffling.

"Scott?" He was gone.

"C'mon, Miranda. We've gotta go." Stiles grabbed my hand for the second time of the night. As we drove to Allison's house, that's what I contemplated in my head. My hand was tingling, but I shook it off. There were bigger things to think about.

Stiles knocked frantically on the Argents' door. The woman who opened the door had cold eyes and dark spiky hair.

"Um." I started. "We are friends of Allison's and-"

Her mom called out to her and she appeared on the second floor. Stiles and I simultaneously let out sighs of relief.

Home

"Thanks for being my chauffeur all day, Stilinski." I smiled at him.

"Yeah, it's been a long day." We were sitting in his car which was parked in the driveway. "Had fun?"

I nodded. "Definitely excluding the parts where my twin brother got violent with me and we almost let Allison almost got kidnapped by a werewolf. It would've been better though if you had told me how great my outfit looks because I spent like 20 minutes picking it out."

"Sorry," Stiles blushed. "I thought about it but I didn't want you to think I was hitting on you."

I faked a hurt look. "Am I not hot enough for you?"

"N-no." He stuttered. "You're totally hot. I just didn't want you to think, y'know, that I like you."

I kept it going. "So I'm not likable?"

"That's not what I was tryin-" I cut him off with my laughter.

"I'm just kidding, Stiles. You're really sweet. What was up with the hand-grabbing though?" I smirked at him.

"Oh, uh." He said. "I just figured, I guess, that I'm on a 'date' with Miranda McCall, probably the cutest girl in school. I might as well make some type of move. And by the way, you do look great tonight."

I smiled from ear to ear and kissed him on the cheek. "You're so sweet. Now, I kind of regret never hanging out with you before."

"So do I. I guess I just always assumed you were stuck up."

I looked at him. "Why? Because of Jackson?"

"Yeah, he's not exactly the nicest guy in the world."

I nodded. "I know he's kind of a douche sometimes, but he really is nice. We wouldn't be friends if he wasn't. It's hard when you don't know him well enough. He's gone through a lot which doesn't really justify his actions, but I'll try my best to get him to stop bothering you, if that'll mean anything."

"Thanks." He smiled but before I started to get out of the car, he said one more thing. "Who knows? Maybe we'll go on a real date soon."

I smiled. "Hopefully." I replied before getting out of the car.

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