Chapter 5: Party of the year
Disclaimer: I just don't own it. Except my character, Fiona.
When I got home the thought of Derek was gone for the moment. I walked into the house and placed my drinks into the fridge with a posted note on each one saying, "touch and die :)" After I was satisfied with my threat, I grabbed a half and half tea and silently went up the stairs. The only sounds in the house were the thunder of the passing storm and muffled music from Ally's room. I remembered the only reason Allison left was to get our coffee and I want it!
I marched into her room, ready to give her an earful, "Allison Argent, where is my… that's not your shirt." I trailed off, upon looking at her in a totally too big tan long sleeve. I saw her fair face flush with color almost immediately.
"Uh yeah, Scott let me borrow it." She said softly, looking down.
"Wait a minute, this morning you were just crushing on Puppy Eyes, now your crushing on Scott? Allison, are you becoming a skank?!" I nearly yelled. "Think about Puppy Eyes, how crushed he'll be." She sighed exasperated.
"Fiona, think about what you're saying," She said, "one…two…three."
"Oh. Scott is Mr. Puppy Eyes. At least, now I can call him by his name." I realized. She laughed at my protectiveness. "That still doesn't explain why you're wearing his shirt?"
"I'll give you the short version: It was raining, I hit a dog, I brought dog to the vet, Scott works there, he helped me with the dog, I was soaked so he offered me his shirt, I put on said shirt, and he invited me to Lydia's party and we are both going. Happy?" She said quickly.
"Okay, night Ally." I walked out of her room but before I closed the door, I peeked in and said, "If it was you who drank my Fuze, you will be killed, cousin or not?" I saw that I left her frozen fear. Nobody messes with my babies.
The next day, I rose early getting ready for school. I jumped out of my full size bed and went to my closet to find an outfit. Now that the first day is over, I have nobody to impress. I picked out my trust letter jacket, a white tank top with the word, London, spelled across the front, and a pair of black ripped jeans. Content with my outfit choice, I went into the bathroom before Allison could. I applied my iPod to the docking station and let it play. I threw my mane of hair into a messy bun and hopped into the shower. I listened to Maria Maria by Santana; I swear I loved this song so much that I wanted to bust out in dance, in the shower. Sadly, when I did bust out dancing in the shower, I almost fell.
When I finally exited my shower and got dressed, I sprayed myself with perfume and pulled on my combat boots. I applied some light pink lip gloss and mascara to my face and waltzed out of my room, with my book bag. I went down the stairs and entered the kitchen, where nobody was. I opened the fridge and took out a tea. I sipped on my tea as my pop tart was being toasted in the toaster. When it popped out suddenly, I jumped and grabbed it quickly. If I hadn't had a plate ready, I would have burned myself. So, I sat there, like a loner, eating two pop tarts and drinking tea. Can you get anymore pathetic?
"What are you doing alone?" Allison asked, startling me. I checked her outfit and she was wearing a denim jacket, green fingerless gloves, and jeans. I gave her a nod of approval and she scoffed. We walked out of the house, deciding that we should take my car today. We played the radio and we talked about the party that was going on tonight. It was just normal cousin time.
I pulled into the school, parking by an old blue jeep. I carefully got out not to hit it and joined Allison on the other side of my Camaro. We walked into the school and I walked to the bathroom while Ally went to her locker. I pushed the door to the bathroom opened and entered. It seemed empty but I didn't check to make sure. I pulled out my cell phone and strolled through my contacts. Ingrid… Jordan… Kate (mom)… Yeah, like I would outright call her mom. Should I call her? I don't even know if that's her most recent number. When's the last time I called her? Five, maybe twenty days? She obviously isn't trying to get in touch with me. I finally decide to give it a try. It rings for what seems like forever and it ends.
You know what to do… Beep.
That's it, that's her voicemail. Not even a name, a 'Sorry, I can't answer', an answer. That is why you can never trust Kate Argent. My face must have been contorted because next thing I hear,
"Are you alright?" A voice asked me softly. I wipe at my face, incase tears did fall.
I turned to a girl with unmanageable curly blonde hair and acne covering her face. Her bright blue eyes seemed sympathetic. "Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for asking." I tried to smile.
"No offense, but you're not okay. You have this look, like the one I have when my dad…" she trailed off. Her statement piqued my interest.
"When your dad?" I pushed gently. This girl just had something so pure but anybody could tell she's been worn down.
"Completely ignores my presence." The frail girl said bowing her head. My stomach dropped, like I mean it hit rock bottom. This girl I just met knew exactly what I was going through. I was happy that I have somebody who understands but forlorn to know somebody having to go through this same pain.
"Join the club." I mumbled. That was a lame reply. I tried to lighten our mood by saying, "I'm Fiona." I stretched my hand out to her.
She looked hesitant. She placed her small cold hand in mine and shook it, "Erica."
After I left Erica, she weighed heavy on my mine all day. I continued to think that I was going to get to know this girl and let her open up to me, so that she has a friend. Erica wasn't the only new face I met. It was Lydia, Jackson, Isaac and Derek. Derek, a person I completely forgot I met. Derek left me in utter confusion. Why is it that he reacted like that to my last name? Why is it that his personality so callous? Why is it that his eyes are unkind? All questions that I had no answers to, but promised myself I would soon.
The rest of the day was just me getting into routine, English, Chemistry, A.P Algebra, French and P. E. I guess they just got lazy and put Allison and I in the same classes, except math. Allison being as persuasive as she is talked me into going to scrimmage. I'm pretty sure she only wanted to watch Pup- I mean Scott. Speaking of Scott, I might have run into him earlier.
I was walking down the hallway after my last class and everybody was either outside for scrimmage or went home and I spotted Scott. I decided to have a little fun because lets be truthful Beacon hills is boring. Scott was leaning against a locker with his eyes close so I yelled out, "Hey, McCall!" He looked confused as to why I was calling him. I stormed up to him, pushed him further into the locker and pushed my forearm against his throat firmly, but not too hard. His eyes widen considerably. "Did you have sexual intercourse with Allison Argent?" I asked loudly. He beat the impossible and his opened further.
"N-n-no!" he spluttered. This is really mean…but amusing. I argued with myself, laughing internally.
"Then why was she wearing your shirt?" I questioned further.
"I was being nice; I didn't have sex with her!" Scott exclaimed.
"So you don't want to have sex with Allison?" I inquired. Just watching him squirm, brightened my day.
He answered quickly, "Yes!" then he remembered who he was talking to," No, I mean absolutely not, I don't even want to hold her hand!" Scott rushed out of his mouth.
I smiled and let him go, straightening out his lacrosse jersey, "Good, because remember I am Allison's cousin, Fiona, and I will kick your puppy eyes- lacrosse playing ass if you hurt her." I said threateningly. He stood still as a statue. I slapped his cheek jokingly, "Just food for thought." And just like that, I strut down the hallway away from him, not before I heard him mutter,
"Why is everybody pushing me against lockers and threatening me?"
My vigilante moment went unnoticed by Allison because during scrimmage all we watched was Scott kick major ass-age. Needless to say Scott made first line. When we got home, Allison went into neurotic control freak mode about picking out an outfit. I figured I helped Allison out enough today, unbeknownst to her, but I politely declined helping her. Instead, I went to my room and finished all of my homework before getting ready.
"Sweet Jesus, I'm free!" I exclaimed to myself when I finally finished my homework. I hurried of my bed and raided my closet, to find something to wear to the party. I immediately found the perfect outfit and rushed to change. I pulled on my ripped, cropped light blue jeans, that were a challenge on its own, I swear skinny jeans were made to kill people. Then I put on a bright pink bandeau top underneath a crop top that had love on the front in crazy colors. I completed my outfit with vibrant red pumps and my make-up. I applied bright pink lip gloss and mascara, the proceeded to tousle my caramel hair. I started to think, did I want to drive to the party or ride in the car with Scott and Allison?
The angel on my left shoulder said: You terrorized Scott enough today. But there always was that little devil: You want to make sure he doesn't violate your cousin.
And when Allison and I came out of the house, you can guess who won, she usually does. I sat in the back of the car, giving Scott stalker eyes while Allison sat up front giving him googley eyes. You can see Scott felt uncomfortable with me and the car, so naturally I was happy. Fiona, you're evil. Scott parallel parked across the street from Lydia's massive house. I walked ahead of Allison and Scott to the door of the home and knocked loudly. The sound of the music was slightly muffled but you could still feel the bass pounding through your body. How could her neighbors be okay with this? Abruptly, an apparently drunk boy opened the door; he smiled goofily at us, as Allison and Scott finally caught up.
"Hey, is this Lydia's party?" I probed cautiously, asif this wasted boy would vomit on me any second.
"This is everybody's party, dude, everybody's!" he said lazily and then spun away from us screaming, "Everybody!" at the top of his lungs. Add high to the list. I mentally noted.
I turned back to my cousin and her date, "Well you heard the smashed guy, let's party!" I exclaimed and walked away from them, leaving them to have fun by themselves.
We couldn't have been here for more than fifteen minutes before I found myself, a teeny bit tipsy and dancing with a random guy named Chris. I was standing there with him behind me and me just swaying my hips to the music. I just felt free and careless and subconsciously I notice his getting lower on my waist. When his hands reach his destination, he squeezed my butt. I gasped and pulled his hands back to my upper waist.
"Come on, babe. We can go somewhere private and I can let my hands wonder more." Chris whined. I felt pure anger that was only made worse by the small amount of alcohol I consumed. I whirled around and prepared my knee, to connect with his groin. I would have done it, if it wasn't for the cute brunette boy, which showed me where the office was the first day of school. Danny, because of you this douchebag will be able to have children. Danny appeared by my side and pulled my arm, effectively pulling me away from Chris. "Come on, Man!" Chris yelled after Danny.
"Don't you have a date with you left hand tonight, Michelson?" Danny yelled over his shoulder, still pulling me away.
I laughed continuously, until Danny stopped us near the exit of the back yard. I stared, seriously at Danny. "Thank you for that." I said.
I saw a smile grace his face, "It's absolutely no problem."
"You know, you're an amazingly sweet person? You are my new best friend." I grinned.
"Then maybe I should tell you, I'm gay." He said, looking for my reaction.
It's always the cute and sweet ones, "Then you are now my best gay friend." I laughed loudly.
Danny and I danced, laughed and just talked for fifteen minutes until a blur stumbled past me. I ignored it until I saw Allison running after him. I told Danny I had to go and ran after Allison. I chased them through the house and we spotted Scott drive off without us. Did he not listen to my warning? Allison looked utterly shocked. I moved to comfort her then, he walked up.
"Allison, Fiona, I'm a friend of Scott's." He took a step closer to our timid figures, "I'm Derek Hale." I snapped out of my shock.
"Hi Derek, so you are a friend of Scott, really?" I asked him. He didn't look like the kind of people Scott would hang out with.
"Yes, Fiona really." He said gritting his teeth. I was irritated him, maybe now he will tell me what he has against me.
"Well, I'm sorry. Scott never mentioned you." I challenged. His eyes flitted, as he looked for an excuse.
"Maybe, our friendship wasn't relevant at the moment." Just like that, Derek Hale showed me up. Trust me, this is not the end. His lips were pulled into a smug smirk, "Scott wasn't feeling well and asked me to take you both home." Derek turned his attention back to Allison.
"And you just so happened to be at a high school party, Derek? Doesn't really seem to be your scene?" I inquired, sarcastically. He twisted back to me.
"Just helping a friend out." Derek replied shortly. Allison stood looking at us go back in forth, like a ping pong match.
"Sure, we'd appreciate the ride." Allison said, cutting a sharp glare at me. Allison's tone of finality stopped Derek and I's match.
"Okay, my car is over here." He led us to his black Camaro. I chuckled under my breath, thinking about how we first met. It seemed he knew what I was thinking and he chuckled lowly. Derek unlocked the car, Allison climbed into the back, leaving me to sit in the front with Derek.
Derek started the car and Allison immediately placed her ear buds, connected to her phone, in her ears. She was blasting music so loudly, that I could almost make out the lyrics from the passenger seat. She must be really upset. The first few minutes were silent, except for Allison's music. I turned my face towards Derek, I checked to make sure Allison wasn't listening, "What is it?"
His face contorted in confusion, "What is what?" He kept his eyes on the road.
"Why is it when you hear the name Argent, you freeze and your eyes become murderous? - Like that!" I saw his face achieve said look.
He tried to get his face to the carefree façade, but it's hard to hid hate like that. Derek finally gave up and his eyes rested on me as we sat at a stop light. "Let's just say somebody with Argent last name ruined my life." He ended the conversation with that simple statement.
The rest of the car ride was spent in complete silence. Derek pulled in front of our house and turned off the engine. Allison bounded out of the car, giving Derek a meek thank you. I sat in the car; Derek sat quietly next to me. I tried to think of something that would help the situation, but I could only come up with one sincere answer; "I hope that Argent, whoever she or he is, burns in hell." I gracefully slide out the car not looking back. I couldn't help to find it hilarious, as I thought, well, that killed my buzz.
A/n: End of episode one guys! Well, I'm actually surprise I made it this far. Thank you reviewers, followers and favorites, I love you all! Lots of people of pressured me for this chapter and if it wasn't for them, I wouldn't have even up dated this, so thank you Kendall! (I know you are reading this) Also, I'm still looking for a beta because I didn't even edit this chapter. Remember to do all those above things, please. You guys are amazing. I MIGHT update again this weekend but it might be really short, so don't hold your breath. Bye, beautiful people! (sorry for all the exclamation marks J)