Shiloh walked into School Monday morning, wearing a pair of grey leggings and a mint green white and grey flannel, her hair was tied up in a pony tail and she hadn't bothered with makeup that morning.

Needless to say Lydia wasn't happy with her but she had a lot on her mind over the weekend, now her mind was on whatever happened on that bus outside. It was all torn up and bloody, honestly looking like something she would paint, and it kind of disturbed in a way, more the way that she'd felt like she saw it before.

She shook the thought a way as she came to her locker, Smiling shying but brightly at Stiles, before seeing the look on his face, "What's wrong?" She asked quietly and worried.

"How do you know Derek?" He blurted suddenly like he couldn't hold it in anymore.

Her already wide brow eyes widened even more at the question confusion clouding over her, "Excuse me?"

"Derek Hale. He was talking to you after the game, it just seemed like you knew him." He pushed biting the inside of his cheek.

She blinked at him, "Not really, I met him at Lydia's party when he gave Allison a ride home. He was telling me about the tattoo shop here."

Stiles made a face at himself, he didn't know what Derek was playing at but he didn't like him, nor did he trust him, not for a second. "Listen Derek doesn't really have the best reputation, I think you should stay away from him."

She smiled at him, "Your sweet really," She said grabbing one of his hand, and playing with his fingers while he watched her with heat in his cheeks, "But I can handle myself." She assured him though he didn't look convinced, "I've dealt with some pretty shady characters myself."

And that really didn't make him feel better, he didn't want her to have to deal with any shady characters let alone by herself, He was about to open his mouth to once again ask that she stay away from Derek but she beat him to it.

"Speaking of, I really don't want to be a bother, but do you think you could drive me somewhere after school tomorrow?" She asked hopefully biting her lip in a way that did something to him, and peering at him from under her lashes.

He probably would've done absolutely anything she asked him in that moment, he smiled at her trying to clear away the hazy thoughts, "Sure where?"

She dropped his hand to dig through her bag and he rubbed his fingers together to get rid of the tingling sensation lingering there, she handed him a piece of paper with an address on it.

His eyes widened, "Shiloh, this is two towns over."

She winced obviously second guessing herself, her cheeks turned pink and she nodded her head taking the paper back from him, "yeah your right, it is a little far." She mumbled backing up to walk away, "Don't worry about it."

He sighed grabbing her hand, "Shiloh, no I'll take you, it's no trouble."

She eyed his doubtfully, "Really it's okay you don't have to."

"I want to, I promise." He reassured with a tug on her hand and a smile.

She grinned at him as the bell rang, "Thanks." She said pressing a fleeting kiss to his cheek, "Save me a seat at lunch?" She asked in a hurry walking backwards toward her class.

He nods dumbly watching her go.

….

Shiloh walked toward the lunch table where Stiles and Scott sat, with Allison and Lydia. The two of them had both gotten salad's and fruit cups, Shiloh who was sad they were out of peanut butter cookies, had gotten cheese fries, her cheeky smile to adorable for Lydia to really say anything about it.

"We'll figure it out." Stiles said animatedly waving a chicken tender.

"Figure what out?" Lydia questioned sitting down next to Allison who had happily taken the seat next to Scott.

"Just uh homework." Stiles stuttered while Shiloh slid into the seat next to him, and Danny took the one next to her.

Shiloh nudged him in the shoulder in greeted and he grinned down at her.

"Get up." Jackson ordered the boy sitting at the head of the lunch table.

"Why don't you ever ask Danny to get up?" He complained getting up anyways.

"Because I don't stare at his girlfriend's coin slot." Danny answered. "Danny!" Shiloh chastised through a giggle hitting his arm lightly, everyone at the table melted at the tiny brunette chuckling along with her.

"Hey Shi," Jackson said tossing something to her, she caught it easily gasping happily when she noticed it was a peanut butter cookie, she set it on her tray, running to the end of the table, she wrapped her arms around the Lacrosse captains neck and place an obnoxious slobbery kiss on his cheek. Lydia cackled while he grumbled and wiped it off not looking nearly as annoyed as he tried to.

Stiles made a face not sure what to make of the weird friendship that they had, but Shiloh had grinned at him all bright eyed and offered him half of the cookie so he figured he could deal.

"So, I hear they're saying it was some sort of animal attack. Probably a cougar?" Danny asked.

"I heard mountain lion." Jackson chimed.

"A cougar is a mountain lion." Lydia corrected, Jackson sent her a look, "Isn't it?"

Shiloh glared at him and he gave a slightly sorry look leaning over to kiss his girlfriends cheek.

"Actually, they just found out who it is." Stiles said taking out his phone and showing everyone the video. Shiloh leaned into his shoulder ignoring his sharp intake of breathe.

"The Sheriff's department won't speculate on details of the incident, but confirmed the victim, Garrison Myers, did survive the attack." Scott and Stiles let out breathes of relief. "Myers was taken to the local hospital, where he remains in critical condition."

"I know this guy," Scott stammered, looking at Stiles, stunned.

"You do?" Shiloh questioned hesitantly.

"Yeah, When I use to take the bus- back when I lived with my dad. He was the driver." No one knows what to say to that so there's a moment of tense silent.

Lydia interrupted the silence, "Can we talk about something slightly more fun, please? Like…oh, where are we going tomorrow night?" She immediately turned to Allison who just narrowly avoided choking on her water.

Lydia sighed, "You said you and Scott were hanging out tomorrow, right?"

"Um, we were thinking of what we were gonna do." Allison answered, trying to weasel her way out of it, which is why she added, "With Stiles and Shiloh."

Shiloh actually did choke on her cookie, Stiles patted her back in concern while Lydia carried on not paying them any mind.

"Well, I'm not sitting at home again watching lacrosse videos. So, if the six of us are hanging out, we're doing something fun."

Shiloh gave Stiles a helpless look shrugging her shoulders, he just offered her what he hoped was a comforting smile.

"Hanging out? Like the four of us?" Scott asked Allison, clearly not liking the idea, "Do you wanna' hang out like us, and them?"

"Yeah, I guess. I sounds fun." Allison nodded.

"You know what else sounds fun? Stabbing myself in the face with this fork," Jackson said sarcastically.

Shiloh and Stiles rolled their eyes while Lydia took the fork away from him. Lydia gasped, "How about bowling? You love to bowl!" She turned to Jackson.

"Yeah, with actual competition."

"How do you know we're not actual competition?" Allison asked. She looked over to Scott, "You can bowl right?"

"Sort of," Scott answered.

"Is it 'sort of' or 'yes'?" Jackson asked, leaning forward.

"Yes." Scott answered immediately. "In fact, I'm a great bowler."

"Great." Lydia chirped, "What about you Shiloh?"

"I'm down." The brunette nodded easily.

Lydia narrowed her eyes at how quickly she agreed, "Really?" She asked.

"Yup." She said with a smirk pointing to the cigarette behind her ear. "You can smoke in the bowling alley."

….

Stiles drove to Lydia's house to pick up Shiloh after his breaking and entered adventure with Scott. He was gonna drive her to where she had asked him to before their 'group date', Stiles shuttered just thinking about it.

He parked his jeep, shaking out his hands nervously as he made his way to knock on the door, He had on a pair of dark washed jeans, a grey button down and dark purple converse.

Shiloh answered the door, with a smile. She had on a medium washed denim mini skirt that was frayed on the edges, along with a deep purple long sleeve v-neck, that showed off an attractive amount of cleavage and matched his shoes stiles noted absentmindedly, the leather jacket Lydia had given her and a pair of heeled combat boots.

She had her hair in a messy pony tail, and her makeup was natural, she turned to lock the door and Stiles took the time to check out the tattoos on her legs.

On her left thigh, there was what appeared to be a round vintage mirror and inside the mirror was a distressed image what he figured to be the hare from alice in wonderland, on her right was a skull wearing an Indian head dress, and on her calves, was the moon and the sun, each intricately designed.

There where words on the back of her thighs that he caught a glimpse of when she walked but they were to high up for him to read with her wearing a skirt.

"You look beautiful," He complemented kissing her on the cheek.

She grinned intertwining their fingers together as they walked down the drive to his jeep, "You don't look so bad yourself." She said eyeing him appreciatively.

They drove with the windows down and the radio playing, Shiloh smoked a cigarette with one hand and held his with the other, he ran his thumb along the back of her hand and tapped along to the songs on the steering wheel.

….

Whatever Stiles was expecting to see when he pulled up, he was wrong. He parked in front of a house, that was run down and covered in people, who were smoking and drinking, sprawled out all over the lawn, covered in Tattoos and piercings and talking over one another. Shiloh carelessly unbuckles her seatbelt and moves to get out of the car. Stiles lets out a squeaking noise, "Shiloh, what are you doing?" He asked astonished that she wasn't scared to get out.

She smiled at him amused at his skittishness, "Stiles relax, I just have to speak to someone about something. Look I'm not even going in the house, you'll be able to see me the whole time."

"If you say so," He relented uncomfortably letting go of her arm that he had grabbed in his panic in order for her to get out of the car.

She hopped out of his jeep marching straight up to the house, the crowd parted like the red sea to let her through, while people all over the yard, raised they're glasses to her and yelled greetings.

She came to a stop in front of the porch steps, where a man sat who seemed to be the owner of the house by the way the people crowded around him. He was big even sitting down, and solid muscle from what Stiles could see, he had his long legs stretched out in front of him, a pair of biker boots on his feet and black cargo pants on his legs.

He didn't however have a shirt on and the deep russet skin on his muscled chest and arms were covered almost completely in ink, He had long black hair and his eyes were so dark it looked like he had on eye liner, but the most prominent thing about him was the large black top hat he wore.

He called himself the hatter and Shiloh was one of the few people who knew him as anything but, he shared her native American heritage and her interest in ink and spray paint, they had always been close.

His lips held two silver rings, his beloved snake bites, and they stretched over his stark white teeth when he caught sight of her. "Has Alice finally returned to wonderland?" He teased.

She cracked a reluctant smile, "No I'd rather not take another trip down that rabbit hole."

He sighed, "why are you here Ryker?"

She glared at him, "You know why I'm here."

He grinned, "Ah, you saw the paintings I made you."

She sighed shaking her head, "Look you can't do stuff like that anymore."

He smirked at her, "Baby girl, I thought we had something special."

"We had sex." She stated bluntly, He placed at hand over his heart, "Ouch." She ignored him. "And now I have probation that I can't afford for you to screw up."

He glared nodded over her shoulder at Stiles' jeep, "Why, afraid of what your new boy toy will think?"

"Matthew." She warned.

"Fine," He said standing up, he leaned down in her face, "Why don't you call me when you stop playing pretend."

"You don't know what your talking about mattie." She said knowing she was the only one he let call him that.

"I know you don't belong there, and guess what." He said turning to walk into the house.

"So do you."

….

"You sure you're okay?" Stiles asked when they pulled up to the bowling alley, Shiloh had been quiet the entire ride even though she insisted she was fine.

She sent him a small smile, "I'm fine, just a part of my past I had to rid myself of, it's just hard to deal with so much change all at once you know? But it had to be done, and I'm fine I swear." She squeezed his hand, "Now can we please go have fun?"

Stiles grinned shaking off the seriousness, "Yeah, let's go kick some ass."

….

"Well that sucked."

Jackson made fun of Scott when he sucked, Lydia hit on him when he didn't, Allison did her best to have fun, and Stiles and Shiloh did fairly well the first round and were ready to go then.

By the end of the third, they finally left, laughing in the parking lot at the disaster it turned out to be, Shiloh hanging on his arm.

"Next date we go on will be just the two of us." He promised while she leaned back against the side of the jeep, her cheeks flushed with laughter.

"Deal." She agreed peering up at him with those beautiful brown eyes. His breath caught in his throat, and he unable to help himself leaned down to kiss her.

Their lips met and his heart started racing, she tasted a little like cigarettes and the cherry coke she was drinking but he found he didn't mind with her dragging her nails across his scalp like she was.

Stiles quickly found out, while Shiloh was shy in many ways kissing was not one of them, she ran her tongue across his plump bottom lip and he moaned, pushing her hips into the side of his jeep with his own.

Shiloh felt her stomach drop at the sound and smiled against his lips, she didn't care what anyone said.

She belonged right here.