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The Unexpected
Chapter Nine: Hypersensitive, Sensitive Werewolves; Fed-Up Humans; and an Interesting Chat With Our Favorite Ex-Best Friend
The steady beeping of the electronic clock next to Cara's bed was what woke her up from her dreamless sleep. A heavy hand moved to turn it off with an aggravated smack. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and Cara could hear her mom in the kitchen, doing God knows what. But the incessant tune of the nineties song Nothing My Love Can't Fix was playing from the radio in the kitchen, pans being clanged around. The smell of pancakes carried into Cara's bedroom, making her remember when she was young and her mom would make breakfast before she went to school and her dad went to work.
But instead of thinking about that, she rolled herself out of bed and started to get ready for the day. Since Stiles was picking her up for school, she had a little bit of time to sleep in, but not much. She felt pressured to get ready quicker, not wanting to keep Stiles waiting. She also didn't want to look like a bum like yesterday, either. Cara rooted through her closet, throwing things around that were not deemed, in her book, to be 'cute.' Not surprisingly, she didn't have much to choose from. Too long. Too short. I don't like those sleeves. Ugh, why did I ever buy that? I need a job. Are those ruffles? Gag. Was this my mom's from the nineties? Oh god, is that still legal? Nope, definitely not. But, after much deliberation, she happened upon a dark green shirt with a tiger head printed onto the front. It must have been floating around the back of her closet for a while, because she didn't even remember wearing it. She paired it with some jeans and a grey hoodie-which she placed next to her back pack until she was ready to leave-and black shoes before going into the bathroom to plug in her mother's straightener, which, weirdly enough, was already warm.
By then, the smell of golden brown pancakes in the kitchen was straight up mocking her. So, throwing her hair into a temporary pony tail, Cara milled into the kitchen. And nothing could have prepared her for what she saw.
Steve was sitting at the table, reading the paper. A steaming mug of coffee sitting in front of him. He didn't look disheveled or like he had just rolled out of bed and the cane that his grandfather gave him was resting against the table beside him. He never really uses it, since he doesn't ever go anywhere, and when he does, he doesn't care enough to find it. Susan, well, this shocked Cara the most. Susan had on a dress. Now, Cara had never, in her life, seen her mother wear a dress. And if she had, it was so long ago she couldn't possibly remember. But, not only was Susan wearing a dress, but her usually frizzy red locks were pin straight and her bangs were clipped up in a clip. Make up adorned her face, perfume radiated around her, and not a pack of cigarettes were in sight. A stack of golden brown pancakes sat on a plate next to the stove, steam floating off them from being freshly removed from the griddle.
"Uh, mom?" Cara asked, unsure, as she stepped onto the wood paneling of the kitchen/dining room. Susan looked up from clipping an old pearl earring into one of the holes in her ear to smirk at her daughter.
"What do you think?" She asked as she spun in a 360 degree circle. Cara blinked. What the hell is this? The twilight zone?
"Um, did I just drop in on the wrong family? You are my mom, right? Susan Marie Duncan?" Susan laughed, waving her hand as she dished up two plates of pancakes.
"That's exactly what I was going for. This is perfect. Absolutely full-proof." Susan giggled excitedly, clapping her hands.
"Okay, are you going to tell me what's going on?" Susan placed the two plates on the table along with butter and a bottle of maple syrup. One for Steve and one for Cara- Susan wasn't hungry.
"Eat your food and finish getting ready. I'll tell you before you leave for the bus."
"I-I'm not riding the bus." Cara told her, slowly sitting down in the wobbly kitchen chair. "My friend's giving me ride."
"Since when has Boyd had a car?" Susan inquired, searching through the cupboards for the bag of sunflower seeds she kept for emergencies. If she wasn't going to smoke today, she needed something to do with her mouth.
"It's not Boyd." Cara reiterated. "I do have friends other than him, you know."
"Since when?" Steve asked from the opposite end of the table, making Cara roll her green eyes.
"Since always," She lied, picking up the fork beside her plate to pick at the flapjacks. "And he's gonna be here soon, I don't wanna make him late the first time he gives me a ride. He has lacrosse practice before school." Susan smirked even wider, chomping on her mouthful of sunflower seeds.
"Oh, it's a boy, huh?" Cara rolled her eyes and pushed the plate forwards. Not hungry.
"I'm gonna go get ready. I'll be right back." Susan waved at the blonde as she walked in the direction of the bathroom. Thirty minutes later, her hair was as straight as it was gonna get, her teeth were brushed, her deodorant was applied, her perfume was spritzed, and one last check in the mirror. For some reason, she felt like she had to live up to an imaginary standard. Like, someone was watching her every move and she couldn't disappoint. Sighing, she flicked the light off and left the bathroom.
"Are you gonna tell me what's up now?" She called while retrieving her bag and jacket. But, when she stepped out of her room, she was met with an empty kitchen and a car horn coming from outside. She sighed. Zipping up her hoodie, turning off the lights, and making sure her irresponsible mother turned the stove off, she ran outside to the blue jeep waiting in her drive way with a smile.
"Hey," Cara said, pulling open the door to hop in. Stiles reached down to turn the Creed song blaring through his speakers off and smiled at the blonde.
"Hey," He replied. Cara sighed as she laid down her bag on the floor in front of her, leaning back against the seats she's come to love. "What?" Cara rolled her head to the side, looking at the side of Stiles' face.
"Just," She began, not wanting to lie to Stiles now that everything he's kept from her was in the open. She wanted to be as truthful with him as he has been with her. But, every time she wanted to open her mouth, her tongue became lead and her thoughts weaved into patterns she couldn't recognize. "I just didn't get a very good sleep last night." Cara was met with unamused eyes.
"I thought we talked about this."
"What?" Cara asked defensively. "We didn't get home until late last night. I'm being honest." Stiles shrugged, sticking one hand up in surrender- keeping the other one on the steering wheel.
"Okay, okay. Whatever you say." He looked at her while the jeep was paused at a stop sign. "Your hair's straight."
"Yup," Cara nodded, impulsively reaching a hand up to stroke a lock of her flat-ironed hair. "I straightened it."
"Thank you for enlightening me on that profound deduction." Cara rolled her eyes towards the roof of the jeep.
"You're welcome." Stiles waited a beat before speaking again.
"I like your curly hair." Cara ducked her head to smile, wider than she has in a while, still clutching the strand of hair between her finger and thumb. She didn't think anyone liked her obnoxiously curly hair, she sure didn't. It mostly just got in the way.
"Thanks." She recovered. "I grew it myself."
"Hmm, you don't say." Stiles muttered, turning the jeep into the parking lot of Beacon Hills High School. "You grew it and straightened it. I don't know how anyone keeps up with you, Rodgers."
"I don't either, Stilinski." She replied as she unbuckled her seat belt. Stiles turned off the jeep with a sad pull of the key. "It's a mystery to everyone."
"No kidding," He muttered, opening his door to leap out onto the asphalt of the student parking lot. Cara followed suit, but with much less pizzazz, as Stiles would call it. Cara would call it spastic flailing, but that's a debate for another day. "Hey," He said while they walked side by side towards the brick building the county decided to call a school. "You need a ride after school?"
"Uh," Cara but her lip in thought. "Sure. That sounds better than walking." She shrugged. "Just no unexpected surprises this time, huh?" Stiles scratched the back of his head with an awkward chuckle.
"We can only hope." He sighed, pulling the entrance door open for Cara to glide through. She made sure to only smile while Stiles was behind her. Cara was going to agree sarcastically, maybe give up a witty comment. But a floppy haired boy came running up to snatch Stiles.
"Dude, come here, now." Scott said, dragging Stiles by the arm away from Cara.
"Whoa, whoa, hold up." She called, running after them and blocking them from getting any further away. "No more secrets, remember? I'm apart of this little weird-as-shit werewolf club now. We're done with secrets. I'm done with secrets." Scott looked at Cara painfully. He knew that if he kept this little snippet from her, she wouldn't fully trust him. And right now, he needed her trust. He grunted.
"Allison wants me to go on another group date with Jackson and Lydia." Stiles snorted.
"After how well the last one went?" He joked. Cara rolled her eyes. Now this she didn't give the slightest damn about.
"Yeah, that's what I said."
"Just tell her you're hanging with us tonight." Cara offered with a minuscule shrug.
"You guys are hanging out tonight?" Scott asked, intrigued. Stiles also looked at her with questioning eyes also.
"No, but that's what you can tell her. We'll cover for you or whatever." The blonde reiterated with a wave of the hand.
"But I can't lie to her. That's even worse than doing something I don't want to." Just the thought of lying to Allison made Scott's stomach do flips. Cara shrugged.
"Either lie, or go on a group date with Lydia and Jackson. Take your pick." Scott made a painful grunting noise and fell limply against the lockers behind him. Stiles snorted. "A little white lie won't hurt her if she doesn't know."
"I guess not," he muttered. "But, what if she does find out?"
"Who's gonna tell her?" Cara inquired. "I certainly won't. I can probably guarantee that Stiles won't. You're the only wild card here."
"Yeah, she won't hear a peep from me." Stiles assured Scott, clapping him on the shoulder lightly. Scott shook his head.
"This whole thing feels wrong. Maybe I should just bite the bullet and go out with them. I mean, conspiring to lie to my girlfriend? It's all just too shady for me." The blonde and the buzz head both nodded simultaneously. A smirk spread on Cara's face though, as she flicked her hand in Scott's direction, mocking a whip.
"Wha-ch." She laughed, giving Scott a shove. He shook off her hands.
"Whatever," he mumbled, giving her the evil eyes. She shrugged.
"I need to go to class. I'll talk to you guys at lunch." The two boys said their goodbyes and waved at her as she turned to the direction of her locker. Cara swapped her books out and made her way to her Math class.
"Bad news guys," Scott announced as he sat down at the table for lunch. Cara and Stiles, who were both already seated at the table with their trays of food, looked up at the boy with questioning looks. "There's no way I'm getting out of this group date," he finished with a sigh. Cara snorted.
"Why didn't you just tell her you don't want to go?" She asked him. "I don't know her that well, but she didn't come off as the type of girl who would force you to do something you don't want to do."
"She's not! But she's Allison and I'm me and I don't have a manly bone in my body when it comes to her." Stiles rolled his eyes and nodded his head in agreement.
"Wanting your girlfriend happy isn't unmanly." Cara argued. "But, not being able to tell her that you don't want to do something might be a little bit on the pansy side. I mean, you're a werewolf for Christ's sakes." Stiles chortled around a mouthful of mashed potatoes. Scott threw a pea at Cara playfully. She smirked at him because she knew she was right.
"So, any plans for tonight?" Stiles asked openly to the table after he swallowed. "Except for you Scott. We know what you're doing tonight."
"Yeah, crawling through a bathroom window to escape Lydia and Jackson's gross simultaneous hate-flirting. Better hope that wherever you guys go, they have big windows."
"Shut up," Scott threw another pea. "What are you doing tonight?" He asked Cara with an defensive eyebrow raised. She looked down at her food.
"I don't know. Nothing as far as I know." She dragged her fork across her tray before she laid it down on the table. Lost my appetite.
"Well, you can hang out with me." Stiles offered shakily. Cara's green eyes met his auburn ones, but she quickly looked back down at her food.
"Yes! Oh, my god, that's perfect." Stiles' and Cara's heads snapped at Scott's sudden outburst. "I tell Allison about your guys' plans tonight and she's bound to invite you guys along with us. I mean, she's Allison." Cara tensed. No way, she thought, no way in hell.
"Um, definitely not." She said shamelessly. "There will be no me and group date in the same sentence, let alone same situation. I refuse to subject myself to that, thank you very much." Scott blinked.
"Oh-kay then."
"Sorry. I just-I," Cara stuttered. She wasn't used to tip toeing around someone's feelings so they wouldn't get hurt. And surprisingly enough, she was afraid of hurting these people's feelings. Of hurting Scott's feelings. Afraid of losing him, and Stiles, as a friend. "I'm not good with people."
"Mhmm, you don't say."
"Especially groups. I mean, you guys are okay. But, two is my limit. I'm surprised I haven't spontaneously combusted by now." Scott nodded understandingly, letting a breath of a chuckle pass his lips. Stiles cleared his throat.
"W-Well, we could still hang out," he offered. "Just because Scott has to suffer doesn't mean we do."
"You know," Cara started. "I could do you one better. How about Scott puts on his big boy pants and tells Allison that the idea of a double date with Lydia and Jackson sounds about as fun as playing leap frog with a prickle bush; and me, you, and Scott all hang out tonight instead." Stiles bristled.
"Well, I-I mean that sounds great and all but-"
"Ha ha, very funny, Cara. You're a comedian." Scott cut in. Cara shrugged with a smirk.
"Hey," she said, unintentionally ignoring Stiles. "I'm just saying, Allison would probably respect you a lot more, as a man, if you could tell her that you don't want to go tonight." Scott sighed.
"You know what?"
"What?"
"I don't think you give me enough credit."
"Oh, I don't?"
"Nope."
"Well then prove me wrong, Bieber." Cara shot, choosing to use Scott's floppy hair against him.
"Ouch," Stiles winced audibly from next to Cara.
"Okay," Scott put his hands up in surrender, "that's enough of that. You've made your point. I need to sack up and just tell Allison that I don't want to go."
"Hell yeah, you do."
"But-"
"No buts, alright? Scott, you are a strong independent boy-man-child-werewolf-thing who has every right to tell his girlfriend about the fact that this plan that she has to spend the majority of the night with Lydia and Jackson sounds freaking terrible." Scott cringed.
"Maybe."
"No, not maybe. Definitely." Cara leaned back from the table, folding her arms across her chest in finality. "Scott. I'm not trying to be a bitch. I promise. I'm just trying to make sure you know how to stand up for yourself. But, if you don't want to, I'm not going to force you. In fact, I'm done talking about this. What you do is up to you." She gripped her tray in her small hands and stood from the table with the intention of dumping her mostly full tray of lunch in the garbage. But her attention was grabbed by a tall, dark-skinned boy retreating from the cafeteria in a hurry. She glanced back at Scott and Stiles quickly. "I'll catch up with you guys later."
"Wait, where are you going?" Stiles asked, standing from his chair in concern.
"Nowhere. I'll just catch up with you later, okay?" He nodded and sat back down as he watched her run out of the cafeteria, forgetting about her tray and bag. Stiles sighed.
Cara's feet carried her all the way out to the end of the hallway to grab the shoulder of the boy she was chasing after. "Boyd!" He wrenched his shoulder out of her grip silently. "Hey!" She yelled, offended. "Vernon Boyd, don't you dare walk away from me right now!" Boyd turned around with slits for eyes and a heaving chest at the use of his full name.
"What the hell!" He yelled. Then he winced, hoping that no teachers in the surrounding classrooms heard his booming voice.
"What do you mean what the hell? I should be asking you that," Cara snapped back mercilessly. Now, with Boyd, she knew he could take her sharp tongue and unfiltered words. She was more worried about not being forceful enough rather than being too forceful. "First, you tell me that I need to learn that my actions have consequences. Then, you ignore me for a month. And now, you run away from me when I'm trying to talk to you."
"Obviously, I don't want to talk to you," Boyd retorted. "Why don't you go back and play buddy-buddy with Chuckle-Heads One and Two?" Cara's jaw dropped with vehemence.
"Don't you dare drag Stiles and Scott in to this. They have done nothing wrong. They've been there for me a hell of a lot more than you in the last month. I needed you, Boyd. Multiple times. And where were you? Off teaching me some lesson?"
"I was trying to show you that I'm not always going to come running when you snap your fingers."
"That's not what I needed! My whole world practically blew up in my face last night. And I needed you, alright? I needed you and you were gone."
"You think I didn't need you?" Boyd replied with petulance. "You stopped calling after the third day I didn't answer. Too busy with your new friends, right?"
"No, I was not too busy with my new friends. What the hell? Boyd, I'm not the one who didn't answer. What was I supposed to do? Sit and wait around for you to call me back? That's not how I work. What kind of girl do you think I am?"
"I know exactly what kind of girl you are, Cara. I knew that you wouldn't sit around and wait on me. But a tiny, little part of me hoped that you wouldn't just give up the way you did." Cara's hard eyes softened slightly. But she didn't lose her tough stare.
"I'm not the one who gave up, Boyd." She said with conviction, folding her arms over her middle. "Who was running from who, huh?"
"I was running because I didn't want to hear whatever you had to say." Boyd gave her one last look before he turned around. "Hope you have fun with your friends tonight. Get drunk for me," he said as he left.
Cara's jaw locked in anger, her chest heaved and clenched with trepidation, and her fists curled in on themselves with an amount of enraged madness that made her knees wobble. It took all of her will not to turn around and swing on the locker next to her. Instead she insufflated a deep breath through her nose and marched back to the cafeteria to get her bag. See how long I stay in this God-forsaken place.
"What's she saying?"
"I don't feel comfortable doing this."
"Suck it up, oh my God. You want to know what's going with Cara, don't you?" Stiles asked Scott in impatience. They were both standing next to the entrance door of the cafeteria. Stiles had convinced Scott to use his werewolf super hearing to listen in on whatever Cara had run out to do. Scott was having mixed feelings about the whole situation. Of course he wanted to know why Cara was the way she was. Why she was so cold and why she lied so much. But, this was not the way to go about it, surely.
"Well, yeah, but don't you think she should tell us instead of us eavesdropping on her private conversations? That's really, really wrong."
"You say it like I'm gonna lose sleep over it or something," Stiles snorted.
"Yeah," Scott deadpanned, "you should. Would you like it if Cara had a hypersensitive, werewolf friend who could hear conversations from twenty feet away and listened in on you all the time because she was afraid you were lying and wasn't even one-hundred percent sure that you were?" Stiles looked at Scott incredulously.
"That's irrelevant. Just tell me what's happening."
"No."
"Oh my God." Stiles threw his hands up with a huff. "Fine, fine. You win, you freaking pansy." Scott smiled despite the insult and walked back over to their table, Stiles following behind slowly. Not so shortly after, Cara came storming up to the table. Stiles' brows furrowed in worry. "Whoa, what's up?" She didn't answer, just reached around him to grab her bag. Before she could turn away from him and leave again, Stiles grasped her arm. "Cara! Talk to me, what's up? What happened?" Scott just stayed in his seat and spectated the events unfolding in front of him. He didn't feel that himself getting involved would help anything, anyways.
"Nothing! Nothing fucking happened, I-I just wanna go home." She shrugged off his arm and turned to escape from the cafeteria. No, Stiles thought, she cannot lie to me again.
"Cara!" He chased after her, leaving Scott in the dust behind them. "Wait! Just freaking wait a second!" She didn't stop. She didn't even look back. She went steadfast all the way out to the front of the school. It blew her mind, almost, that not one single teacher had noticed the commotion. "Stop, Cara!"
"What, Stiles! What do you want from me!" She yelled, finally turning to look at Stiles.
"I want you to stop freaking lying to me! I feel like we've had this conversation like forty freaking times! You can sit there and act all offended that I kept something from you, but that's all you do to me! I came clean with you, alright? I came clean about everything and you can't do the same for me." Cara sucked in a deep breath through her nose.
"I'm sorry." Stiles shook his head and took a step towards Cara, only to have her step back.
"Don't be sorry, Cara. Just tell me the truth, please." She looked at him for a second before she couldn't anymore. His eyes, so innocent and pleading. She couldn't look into those big, brown eyes and lie.
"I-I can't."
"Why the hell not?" Stiles asked, aggrieved.
"Because I can't!" She exploded. "I don't know what you want me to say!" Stiles shook his head in disbelief, rubbing the back of his head out of habit. Cara took a small breath. "I'm not good at talking. I'm sorry."
"Don't you trust me?" Stiles inquired in a pathetically small voice. "I-I trust you, Cara. I almost trust you with my life. I've told you everything! I trusted you with not only my secrets, but Scott's. But you can't tell me anything? How is that fair?"
"It's not," Cara answered quietly.
"Then why are you being like this?" She shook her head and backed away from Stiles slowly. Stiles was ready to break into a run to stop her from getting away if she tried. "Why can't you just tell me? What's so bad that you can't tell me?" Oh, she wanted to. But her tongue was quicksand and every time she tried to speak her words got sucked back into her throat.
"I-I don't know."
"You don't know? I-I-what does that even mean?" Stiles exclaimed. He watched her shrug helplessly and sighed. "We can't keep doing this, Cara. I can't keep doing this." He started to back away from her, turning his back on her. She panicked. Cara had never felt so much fear fill her so quickly in such a long time, she forgot what it felt like for her chest to cave and her stomach to drop and her legs to almost give out from underneath her. Everything in her told her to run but her feet wouldn't move. Everything in her told her to scream at his back but her words got stuck in her throat. Everything told her to stop him, but she didn't know how.
"St-" she started to say, taking one step towards him. But she didn't need to, because Stiles was turning around to look at her again. His abrupt turn made Cara freeze in her stance. They looked at each other for a moment, unsure of what the other was going to do.
"You understand why I'm so upset, right?" He asked after a moment. She nodded silently. "Then why are you being like this?"
"You know me well enough by now, Stiles, to know that I'm not good at telling people how I feel." He sighed again, letting the air out through his nostril as he pursed his lips.
"I care about you, Cara. I can help you if you'd let me." Cara's lip found it's way in between her teeth.
"Stiles," she started, "I appreciate how much you care. I really, really do. I'm glad that at least someone around me cares. But I need to work through these things on my own. I need to figure out this stuff by myself before I can tell anyone."
"You don't have to do this stuff on your own! You have me!" He quickly added: "A-And Scott, too. We can help you through it. Nothing is easy when you do it on your own. Trust me." Every feeling Cara ever felt over her sixteen years of living hit her hard in the chest. She imagined it felt the same for Stiles, too, though. She wanted to cry. Oh, did she. She wanted to just let it all out to him right then and there. The overwhelming feeling of despair sank low in her chest and it felt as though her sadness was clogged in her throat and she could barely catch her breath. They were coming, the tears were. And she wasn't sure she was going to be able to stop them. The only thing she could do was run. But she couldn't. Not from Stiles. Not after what he just said.
Stiles saw her throat bobbing and her hand fly up to her mouth to catch the hiccups escaping her mouth and he had no idea what to do. She was going to cry. Cara Rodgers was going to start crying right there in front of him. Should he hug her? Should he tell her everything was going to be okay?
"C-Cara?" Stiles said gently, reaching his hand out to touch her shoulder lightly. She jerked away from his touch out of habit and his hand curled in on itself. "I'm sorry."
"No!" She yelled at him. "Don't apologize. Y-You haven't done a single thing wrong. I'm the one acting like a basket case." Stiles chuckled dryly at her lame attempt to joke while she was trying to hold back tears. He wondered what could have happened to her that she reacted so emotionally to him just saying that he was there for her.
"You aren't acting like a basket case. You're being a human. Human's have emotions." Cara nodded pathetically. "Why don't I convince Scott to ditch Allison tonight-" Cara scoffed around a sniffle, "-and we can all hang out. Like you wanted." It was weird, having someone want her to be so happy that just acting like she was going to cry made them back out of everything they said and give her what she wanted. The closest thing to that that she had was Boyd, and he would never take back something he said just to make her happy. If she didn't care so much about Stiles, she would find a way to use that against him.
"Yeah," she said, shaking her head, "that sounds really fun actually." Stiles smiled and pumped his fist in the air.
"Awesome, great, wonderful. Okay, you're good now? Not going to spontaneous combust on me, are you?"
"No," she replied with a hefty sigh, "I think I'm good."
A/N (Just look a the bold for a quick read I guess)
I'M SO SORRY WOW WHERE HAVE I BEEN I DON'T EVEN KNOW I JUST KNOW THAT I'M SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN A MONTH I SWEAR I'VE JUST BEEN SUPER BUSY AND I KEPT GETTING ON AND TRYING TO ADD TO THE CHAPTER AND I JUST DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO WRITE SO THIS IS WHAT YOU GOT.
Okay, well, now that that's out in the open, I have some stuff to tell you guys.
I have a freaking job.
I know, I'm holding for the applause.
It's an amazing accomplishment for me, actually, and I'm glad that I'm going to be able to start saving for my own place and a car and everything else. But, unfortunately, that means I'll probably be updating even less. Ugh, it hurts you just as much as it hurts me.
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