Disclaimer: Sadly I did not write Teen Wolf. Or there would be way more Stiles in it!
This is my favorite chapter so far, so I hope you like it too!
She texts Lydia to buy some time before the party.
Hey I can't come over before the party.
Avery, I swear to god if you show up at my party looking like crap. I will gut you alive.
Point taken! I will show up looking as absolutely you-e as possible.
Yeah, that's not a word. And I expect you an hour early to help with set up.
Do I have a choice?
No.
I'll be there! And my mom's making appetizers so I can bring food too.
Great!
Ok that takes care of that. So I have three hours before the party starts and I need at least one to get ready. Library first.
She grabs her mom's keys and is out the door in minutes. She runs into the library asks the old lady behind the desk to show her where the fictional section is and gets to work. She looks for every book on werewolves but of course there already all checked out. Whoever has those books Avery needs them more then they do. She heads over to the old librarian again to try and get some more information.
"Excuse me Ms…" Avery looks at the name on her id card. "Ortiz. What a lovely name." She's really laying it on thick. "You see I was wondering who checked out all of the books on werewolves. I need them for a school project and I would love to see if the person who checked them out is done or at least how long they think they'll have them for. Incase I need to find other books." She gives the lady the sweetest smile she can muster up.
"I'm sorry honey I don't think I can give out that information. The bookstore has a lovely selection down the road though." She smiles back and gives a slight nod.
Ok time to bring on the water works. She thinks to herself. Willing tears to come to her eyes she turns back to the lady.
"It's just that I… I just moved here and my grades have slipped and we're tight on money from the move." The tears start to flow and the lady looks shocked and kind of scared for a moment, but then she turns fear into sympathy. " And… and I just… need those books." She sobs.
"Ok honey just give me a second…" she says hurriedly and begins typing things into the computer. "It looks like a boy in your class has them. His name is Stiles, Stiles Stilinski."
"Thank you." She whips her eyes and places her hand on the woman's. "Really… thank you." she nods and heads out the door quickly. STILES?! Why would Stiles have those books… unless… Scott. That's the research he was doing before the party. The research he had to tell Scott. That's why Scott is so good at lacrosse all of a sudden! Which means Scott's a werewolf…and is out on a date with her best friend on the night of a full moon. She runs to her car dials in stiles number.
"Hey, Avery. What's up?" He answers out of breath.
"We need to talk… now." She says quickly.
"Um can it wait till the party?" He asks.
"No it can't. I need to talk to you now."
"Uh… ok I'll txt you my address you can come over if you want." He sounds hesitant but she doesn't have the time to ask questions.
"I'm on my way." She hangs up without a goodbye and waits for the txt. When it finally comes she speeds off to his house breaking at least ten laws on the way. She parks her car out front and runs to the front door tripping slightly but she's fine. After knocking repeatedly Stiles finally opens the door.
"Ok, ok calm down before you break my door in half." He says standing back to let her in.
"I know." She says without wasting anytime.
"You know what?" He turns suspicious all of a sudden making her want to laugh.
"I know what Scott is."
"Wow, wow, wow wait a second… come with me." He grabs her arm and pulls her upstairs into his room. "Ok talk." He says talking a seat on the bed and gesturing for her to take the one in the chair across from him. She obeys and sits looking around the room as she does. It's particularly clean for a boy's room.
"Scott's a werewolf." She says simply. "Your turn." She leans back in the chair folding her arms across her chest.
"What? I have no idea what you're talking about. Werewolves aren't real." He rambles while twitching around slightly in his seat.
"Stiles cut the crap. I know. Now I just need to know everything you do." He flinches and faces her with a questionable look.
"How do you know?" He continues to stare at her and tilts his head back.
"Nope. Like I said it's your turn to do the talking. How did he get turned?"
"Turns? We're taking turns? What are we in Middle school?" bobs his head
"Yeah I play by middle school rules. As in if you don't tell me what I want to know I'll kick dirt in your face and take your lunch money." She nods with sarcastic smile. Finally all the anger she's been shoving down inside of her has started to boil up.
"Hmm no offense but I liked you better when you were checking if I was ok. This…" he gestures at her narrowing his eyes. "Doesn't make me want to tell you much."
"Look Stiles, I don't have a lot of time to tell you how I know everything. I have about half an hour before I have to start getting ready for my first high school party… ever. And I won't know anyone there to begin with! And on top of all of that… I just found out werewolves exist an hour and a half ago! And my sister was one of them!" she throws her hands up and then covers her face with them.
"You have a sister?" He asks quietly. And without realizing it she talked about her sister for the first time since leaving L.A. That was something she never wanted to do. She didn't want anyone to know she had a sister, because then they would make her talk about it. And how could she shove down her feelings if people were always asking if she was ok.
"Had. I had a sister. As in past tense. As in I had a sister a month ago and now I don't… look that's not the point! The point is I need answers." She looks up from her hands and sees him staring at her.
"Uh… yeah… yeah I get it… Um why don't you go get ready and I promise we'll talk tomorrow about all this."
Great he's trying to get rid of me because he thinks I'm crazy. She thinks to herself.
"I'm not crazy. And I know saying that makes me sound crazy but I'm not… I… I just want answers." She sighs slightly frustrated shaking her hands.
"No, no that's not it. I don't think your crazy. You're right. It's just that." He pauses for a moment. "I just think you should have a night out. You know really enjoy your first party before we try and figure everything out." They stare at each other for a moment with a mutual trust.
"We?" She asks quietly.
"Yeah. I mean honestly I just found out about this stuff a couple of hours ago too. So if you want, you can come over tomorrow and we can try and do some research." And then it hits him that he just invited a girl over to his house so he does his usual Stiles thing and starts rambling. "I mean that's if you want to. You don't have to if you don't want t…"
"Stiles… thank you." She says with a smile. "I should probably go." She says after checking the time.
"Yeah right… the party." They both get up and make there way down stairs.
"Oh I never told you but um… you have a lovely home." She says the way her mom always taught her to growing up.
"Uh thanks." Stiles says with a laugh. They reach the door and she opens it but before she leaves she has to check on something.
"Stiles…" She turns around and stares up into his eyes. Those big brown eyes filled with concern for her. For the girl he met less then a week ago. "Can you not mention the fact that I had a sister please? No one knows, not even Allison, and I kind of want to keep it that way." She says quietly slightly ashamed of keeping her past a secret.
"On one condition." She gives him a questioning look. "I want to hear the full story. It doesn't have to be anywhere in the recent future but I definitely plan on hearing the story someday." He bobs his head in her direction. "Deal?" He sticks out his hand.
"Deal." She shakes it and gives him a small laugh then starts to make her way to her car. "Oh and Stiles?" She says turning around.
"Yeah?"
"Find me at the party. You can show me what I'm supposed to be doing."
"Yeah I definitely will. I'll be your party Yoda." He says with a salute.
"Star wars… nice." She returns the salute and finally leaves.
When she arrives home she gets to work on making herself look Lydia approved. She looks in the mirror and sees her curly hair has held up nicely but is a little frizzy so decides put on a white hat with a red ribbon around it. That brings her to the decision of her red dress that is tight until around her mid stomach and puffs out slightly with a sweetheart neckline and spaghetti straps. She pairs it with white shoes and a white channel bag.
Before leaving she takes a long look in the mirror. She looks good. Everything looks great actually except for one thing. Her eyes. No matter how happy she can pretend to be her eyes were always an obvious tell. And looking into them now, they look cold and sad. They look empty. She tries to smile but it never reaches her eyes. It just kind of stops at her cheeks and refuses to travel upwards. Feeling defeated she rips her eyes away from the mirror and heads to the car with the large amount of food her mom made for the party.
When she pulls up to Lydia's house the nerves finally hit her in the face like walking into a brick wall. She jumps out of the car, walks up to the door, and knocks three times before taking a small step back. When Lydia answers the door she gives Avery a long up and down look.
"I usually wouldn't approve of the hat but it goes with the channel bag so you may enter." She turns on her heels and walks off without another word to the kitchen.
"Hey Jackson. Hey Danny." She says with a wave as she enters the kitchen.
"Hey." Jackson says back with a small smile.
"Wow now don't you look killer." Danny says getting up taking her hand and giving her a little twirl.
"Oh stop your making me blush." She swats away the complement. "Um can you guys help me with the food? My mom went a little bit overboard."
"Yeah. We got it." Jackson gets up and gives Lydia a quick kiss before heading out to the car. They return few minutes latter with their arms full of bags and trays.
"Wow you really weren't kidding. There's enough food here to feed the whole school." Danny says with a grunt as he puts everything down.
"Isn't that the point?" Avery says with a wink. "Ok so she labeled the bags. We have keish, pigs in a blanket, buffalo nuggets, some homemade chips, oh and four different types of cookies, and cupcakes… and last but not least her extremely famous double chocolate chip fudge brownies."
"Avery, is your mom trying to make us obese?" Lydia says cocking her eyebrow up.
"Uh… I don't think so. She was probably just excited for my first party… here. Here in Beacon Hills." She saves herself from the embarrassment of her secret being told but not without a strange look from Lydia.
"Well thank god for that. You know I think we should taste everything. Just to make sure it's all party ready." Danny says nudging Jackson with a smile. Jackson nods.
"Just in case." We're all smiling… even Lydia.
"Fine but lay out all the food first. And Jackson lets not forget about lacrosse." She huffs and then goes off to get the music ready. They do as they were told and put everything out along the counter. And then they stand there looking down at the food that covers every inch of tile on the counter.
"What first?" Danny finally asks.
"I don't know about you guys but I have been dying for a brownie since L.A." Avery responds reaching out and grabbing the biggest one there is. The two boys glance at each other and fallow suit. They each take a big bite and melt.
"This, this is amazing." Jackson says with a not so him smile.
"Amazing doesn't even begin to describe these brownies." Danny says back shoving the rest in his mouth. Avery stays silent though as the boys dig into the rest of the food. She hasn't had these brownies since her sister's funeral. All of a sudden she gets a very vivid flashback of the event and can't seem to shake it. After a second though she's snapped back into reality.
"God you guys. Seriously? The rest of the house isn't even party proofed and your sitting her shoving your faces full of carb's?" Lydia says walking up. "Do you know how much overtime your going to have to put in at the gym to get rid of all that?"
"Oh calm down Lydia." Jackson responds with a roll of his eyes.
"Yeah just have a brownie." Danny offers her one. She just flinches and walks away, pulling Avery with her to 'party proof' the house. An hour latter people start showing up and party starts. Lydia takes it upon herself to introduce Avery to everybody, she meets so many people her head starts to spin with the amount of names she's expected to remember.
"Yeah you should totally come to a game sometime." Some football player says hitting her.
So this is what it's like to be hit on… hmm I don't like it. She thinks to herself. Well maybe I would if the guy was better looking. She can't help but wander into her own mind as this guy continues to talk to her.
"Oh please, the whole school has better things to do then watch the football team lose." Jackson cuts in and takes Avery's arm dragging her off.
"Thank you! I owe you big time!" She says gratefully.
"Its all good. Like I said footballs a joke here." He hands her a cup full of some alcoholic beverage. She takes it and pretends to take a drink. "Ok I'm going to go find Lydia. Stay away from football, soccer, and baseball players … you know what? Just find Danny." And with that he pats her on the shoulder and is off to find Lydia.
She hands her drink to some random girl and wanders over to the packed kitchen and elbows her way through to grab two brownies. On her way out she runs into Allison and Scott.
"Hey! Oh thank god you're here!" Avery says giving Allison a hug. "I'm not allowed to talk to any boys that aren't on the lacrosse team." She says with a sarcastic frown.
"Lydia?" Allison asks with a laugh.
"Nope. Surprisingly Jackson." At the sound of his name Scott tenses up a bit. "Hey Scott how's it going?" She asks trying to sound casual but the thought of the full moon is tugging at the back of her mind.
"I'm good. Great actually. I'm great." He reaches down and grabs Allison's hand making Avery smile.
Aw what a happy couple. She thinks with an inward sigh.
"Good! Now I command you two crazy lovebirds to grab a brownie, then a drink and dance!" She says trying to sound as strict as possible.
"Yes ma'am." Scott salutes and laughs along with Allison.
"You don't have to ask me twice." Allison walks off with Scott in tow.
And now Avery was back to her lonesome self.
"Hey." Someone says behind her. She turns around and is pleasantly surprised to see a very attractive boy smiling down at her.
"Hey… Are you on the Lacrosse team?" She asks quickly.
"Uh yeah… how'd you know?" He asks with a questionable, but still dazzling, look.
"I didn't, but I do now." She sticks out her hand that isn't holding a bunch of brownies. "I'm Avery." He shakes it and smiles back.
"I'm Jake. So you're new here right?"
"Just moved here two weeks ago." She confirms.
"Where did you live before?"
"L.A." She answers shortly. She knows if she starts talking she won't stop rambling and that would lead to embarrassing herself in front of the cute boy.
"Wow that sounds way more exciting then Beacon Hills. Why'd you move?"
"Change of scenery." She hears from behind her. She turns around and sees Stiles standing there with a huge grin on his face. "Hey Avery. You look nice." He says with a lingering up and down glance at her. "Hey Jake how's it going?" She turns back to Jake and he doesn't look happy. Hell she doesn't look all that thrilled either. She finally starts talking to cute lacrosse player and Stiles has to come at that exact moment. But she can't lie to herself too much. She's happy to see him.
"Stilinski." Jake responds with quick nod. "I'll find you later Avery." He gives her a warm smile and brushes his hand against hers as he walks away, giving her the chills.
"Stiles?!" She turns on him and punches him on the arm.
"Ow! What?!" He asks with a huge smile while holding his arm.
"Oh you know what!" She try's to be serious but starts to laugh. And when she starts she can't stop. "That was mean!" She says finally between fits of laughter.
"I got you to laugh though." He says laughing along with her. "Oooh I want one." He grabs one of the brownies out of her hands and practically swallows it whole.
"Oh yeah, no need to say please. It's all good." She shrugs.
"These are amazing! Where did Lydia buy these?!" He looks like he just ate heaven.
"Uh my moms a caterer so she made a ton of food and I brought it." She laughs.
"Your mom made these?! I need more. Where's the kitchen?" He gets on his tiptoes to try and see over crowed.
"Come on." She rolls her eyes and grabs his arm dragging him over to the kitchen. The crowd thinned around the food, so they take two empty seats right next to the counter. That way they have all access to whatever food they want.
"Ok your mom is crazy talented." Stiles says through a mouth full of food.
"Thanks. This isn't even her best work. You should try her dinners. There always amazing." She grabs a keish and pops it into her mouth.
"Yeah I'm definitely having dinner at your house sometime." He continues to eat.
"So am I doing this right?" She asks finally swallowing.
"What?" He looks up confused.
"Partying? Am I doing it right?"
"Well… no." He says simply. " What have you done so far?"
"I've talked to a lot of people and I've eaten a ton of food." She responds shyly. When she says it out load she knows it's not right.
"Have you had a drink?" He asks narrowing his eyes at her.
"Does water count?" She asks bringing her shoulders up.
"I'll be right back." He gets up and almost falls over tripping through the crowd. He comes back a second latter with two beers. " Ok here." He hands her one and takes a drink of his own. When he sees her hesitation his mouth falls open. "Avery? Have you ever had a drink in your life?"
"Uh… again, does water count?" She says with wince.
"Oh my god. How could you have not had a drink? Like ever?! Didn't you ever have like a drink of your dads beer or something growing up?"
"My parents don't drink. They haven't since they got married like 7 years ago."
"Oh my god. I can't believe this." He sighs and slumps in his chair. "Ok, well what are you waiting for? Drink!" He says suddenly.
"Uh isn't… isn't this kind of illegal until the age of 21?" God! I sound like such a loser.
"Seriously? Come on, my dads the sheriff of the town if we ever get caught I can just get him to let you go. Now drink." He lifts his eyebrows expectantly, suddenly sitting up very straight. She lifts the bottle to her lips and takes a small gulp. Immediately after swallowing though she starts to cough. This stuff is nasty.
"Ew! Why do people drink this willingly?"
"Eh you get used to the taste." He drinks some more of his and pushes her bottle up, gesturing for her to drink more. She does as she's told and takes another gulp, but bigger this time so the bottle will disappear faster. He's right as she drinks more the taste does get more tolerable. It does help that she takes a bite out of brownie after every drink though.
"Get's better huh?" He asks holding up their two empty bottles.
"Yeah I guess. What's next on the party list?" She asks Stiles after shoving the rest of her brownie in her mouth.
"Well for this part we're going to need another, stronger drink. Dancing." He says with a smile. He grabs hold of her hand and drags her over to the drink cart. He pours a small amount of a clearish liquid into a red cup and hands it to her. "Ok this one just toss it back and swallow all of it in one go."
"Yeah I saw mean girls. I know how to take a shot." He holds out the cup and she takes it quickly tipping it back and swallowing. "Ow that burns." She says shaking her head.
"Come on, time to dance." He grabs her hand again and drags her out to the patio where everyone is dancing.
And that's what they do. They dance. She actually has a really good time embarrassing herself. Stiles is a spaz dancer so she laughs a lot, but his dancing makes her feel more comfortable anyways. She ends up having a really good time. Then a slow song starts. They both awkwardly stare at each other and then Stiles just laughs and puts out his hand. She laughs back and takes it. Once he wraps his arms around her waist and she has hers around his neck they start to talk.
"So how am I doing now? Am I partying right, party Yoda?" She asks looking up at him.
"Eh your almost there." He says looking around and then staring back down at her.
"What am I missing then?" she gives him an extremely confused look.
"See if we're sticking to the usual high school party you need to get really drunk and do something really stupid. But I don't want to be associated with any of that so lets just get you really drunk."
"Hmm. Usually I would say no but I'm pretty sure I'm already on that road so why not." She shrugs.
"Great! Come on." He takes her hand and they both head over to the drink cart but on the way someone runs into them, actually make that two someone's. "Hey Scott. Are you ok Buddy?" but he doesn't hang around to answer the question instead he bolts out the door and too his car with all three of them in tow. Allison continues running after him and calling his name but Scott just gets in the car and drives off.
"Allison what happened?" Avery turns to her and pulls her into a hug seeing how hurt she looks.
"I don't know we were dancing and then he was about to kiss me but he just got this look and then he ran off." She says looking confused
"I have to go see if Scott's ok." He taps his pockets for his keys. "And I left my jacket inside with my keys." He starts to run off. " I'll be right back don't go anywhere." He tells Avery over his shoulder while still running causing him to trip.
"Allison, I'm a friend of Scott's." the two girls turn around and see a handsome man standing behind them in a leather jacket. He takes a couple of steps forward. "My names Derek. I'd be happy to give you a ride home since Scott left in such a hurry."
"Oh… well yeah I guess that would be fine."
"Oh no, that won't be necessary, thank you. I have my car right there. I can give Allison a ride home. I mean we wouldn't want to put this nice guy out of his way right, Allison?" She takes her arm and starts to pull her over to her car.
"No really I insist." Derek says blocking their path. He gives them both a smile and gestures to his beautiful black car.
"I insist. Now if you could move please." She raises her eyebrows at him to suggest his removal but he stays rooted to the ground.
"Avery I'll be fine. He's a friend of Scott's." She shrugs with a smile. Avery takes her off to the side a little so Derek can't hear her.
"Allison, I'm going to risk sounding like a preschool show. Stranger danger!" She whispers harshly. "Did you see him talk to Scott? Because I sure didn't."
"Avery, you don't need to worry about me. He's just giving me a ride home. That's it. Just go back to the party and have fun. Okay?" And with that she walks off with Derek.
"Uh…" She says in shock that her best friend just walked away with a complete stranger. "No! Not okay!" She says walking after them. "Allison, if you go missing and this turns into a lifetime movie, I'll be portrayed as the bitch friend who let you get in the car with a hot creepy stranger… no offense." She turns to Derek.
"None taken… I think." He's seems a bit thrown by the complement and insult mixed together. "Don't worry I'll get her back safe. You can even call her and check up when you get home later." And with that they get in the car and take off. Leaving her standing there alone like an idiot until Stiles comes up next to her moments later.
"Where were you?! Allison just drove off with some hot stranger who says he's a friend of Scott's?"
"I'm sorry… what?" He looks confused. "I'm Scott's only hot friend."
"Debatable." She shrugs and he looks falsely offended. "He said his name is Derek."
"Derek, as is in Derek hale?" Now he looks scared. "I have to find Scott." He says and then runs off over to his jeep. Leaving her standing there alone, for what feels like the millionth time that night.
Again, sorry for the grammar mistakes. I hope you enjoyed it and I would love to get some feedback from everyone. Hopefully another chapter will be up really soon.