On Top Of The World
(Weep for yourself, my man, you'll never be what is in your heart. Weep little lion man, you're not as brave as you were at the start. Rate yourself and rake yourself, take all the courage you have left. Wasted on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head.- Little Lion Man, Mumford And Sons)
Chapter 5
The tall, blonde and curvy woman sat at her desk, flipping through papers. 'That's not him.' She thought, beginning to become frustrated, flipping through pages and pages of young men, ones not like the one she saw with Derek's pack. She growled, slamming the folders down on the desk, growling at herself.
'Where is he.' The woman remembered him perfectly. About 5'10, grown brown hair, amber eyes, skinny frame. She bit her lip, looking around the room, until her eyes landed straight on her cell-phone. She smirked and grabbed it, dialing the number she knew by heart in and smirking as she held it to her ear.
''Hello?'' A gruff voice from the other end of the phone asked, obviously busy with something before she called. ''Hello, this is Monica.'' She said, her voice thick with a french accent. She must've grew up in America, because her voice didn't sound weird, just had an accent.
''Oh. Monica. How have you been, dear?'' The man asked, voice happy. Monica smiled as she put her hand on her hip. ''Perfect. But I need your help.'' She said, walking over to her desk. Even over the phone, the male could hear her heels click on the wooden tile.
''Of course. With what, my dear.'' ''You see Mr. Ryans, I found a young man, around the age of 16 or 17 hanging out with Scott McCall, the lead beta of Derek's pack.'' She said. Mr. Ryans let out a dry laugh. ''Another one to handle?'' ''This one was human.'' She said, flipping through file after file.
Mr. Ryans smirked. ''This should be very interesting.'' He said, hearing Monica flip through papers. ''Ah, I have found him!'' She said, saying some words in French that the male didn't understand. ''What is his name?''
''Stiles Stilinski.'' She said, smirking.
(Back to Stiles' POV)
Tyler and me now stood in the line for movie tickets, holding hands and just making small talk. ''So you want to be an Author when you grow up?'' He asked. I smiled and nodded. ''I know, it's stupid, but I actually have a lot of plans for the books I'm writing right now.'' I said, stepping up as the people in front of us stepped up.
Honestly, I like waiting in line. Tyler was really sweet, and just so easy to talk to. He understood a lot of what I was saying, unlike Scott who would always change the subject to Allison. ''Hey, what do you think about were-wolves?'' Tyler asked out of the blue. I felt my throat clench but laughed.
''Were-wolves? They're not real.'' I said, felling my stomach get tied in knots by some force in my body. He shrugged. ''Yeah, I know that. But they're cool, right?'' He asked, smirking at me. I nodded and smiled. ''Yeah.''
He was about to say something, but his phone went off. ''Hello?'' He asked when he answered it. ''Yeah, Yeah. Okay, mom I will.'' He said, hanging up. ''Sorry, that was my mom. Your lucky I just said 'mom' and not her real name. I usually call her by her name.'' I giggled.
''What's her real name?''
''Monica.''