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School really does suck. How is she supposed to focus on the investigation and werewolf stuff when she's getting a C+ in chemistry and a B+ in English? (Really, how could she have a B+ in English? That's like, her subject.) So when tests were being passed back Avery and Scott both wore the same expression. Fear.
"If Derek's not the alpha and he's not the one who bit you, then who is?" Stiles, however, was not worried about school at all.
"I don't know." Scott replies with a shrug.
"Did the alpha kill the bus driver?" Stiles goes on.
"I don't know." Scott says again.
"Does Allison's dad know about the al…" Stiles starts yet again but apparently Scott has had enough.
"I don't know!" Scott says whipping around to face Stiles.
Everyone turns to the two boys as Scott faces the front again and Stiles gives the 'I don't know what's wrong with that guy' look. The teacher drops Avery's paper on her desk then Stiles' on his and Scott's on his. Stiles of course gets an A but Avery gets a C+ and Scott gets a D-.
"Dude you need to study more." Stiles says over Scott's shoulder. "That was a joke."
"Aren't jokes supposed to be funny?" Avery finally adds something in.
"Hahaha you're so funny. What did you get?" He says turning to her. She closes her eyes and shows him the test. "It's not that big of a deal you guys it's just one test. You can make it up." Scott gives him a look. "Do you guys want help studying?" Stiles offers the two of them.
"I'm studying with Allison after school today." Scott denies the help. Stiles looks impressed and raises his eyebrows.
"That's my boy," he says.
"We're just studying." Scott says feeling less then impressive.
"No you're not."
"No I'm not." Scott looks over his shoulder confused.
"Not if I'm forced to live through you. If you go to her house today and squander this whole opportunity, I swear, I swear to god I'll have you deballed." Stiles says back.
"They can just study if they want to." Avery adds in.
"No, you can't… You can't just study with hot girls alone in there rooms. It's just not a thing." Stiles retorts.
"Then I guess me asking you to study today after school at my house is out of the question." Avery says with a shrug. Stiles puts on a face like he just missed out on some big opportunity.
"Wait you didn't let me finish… I was going to say it's just not a thing unless their names are Stiles and Avery." He stammers out
"Ok. So you can come over?" She asks raising her eyebrows
"Yes. I definitely can come over. I will be there after school at you're house."
"Good." She nods.
"Now back to Scott. As I was saying you can't just study."
"Ok, just stop with the questions man." Scott looks tired all of a sudden.
"Yeah, no more questions. No more talking about the alpha, or Derek. Especially Derek, who still scares me." he mumbles on.
"I don't mind him." Avery shrugs.
"What?!" Stiles turns to her like she said the most hurtful thing in the world.
"I just mean I think we can trust him."
"And what makes you say that?"
"Well Roxy liked him." She shrugs.
"Roxy? So you think we can trust him because your dog likes him?"
"Yes." She says simply.
"I… I don't ge… that makes no sense." He finally gets out.
"Hey. I trust Roxy and she trusts Derek so I trust Derek." She folds her arms across her chest.
"She's a dog!" He moves his arms around spastically.
"No, she's my dog." She says like that ends any argument.
"I… it… I … never mind." He gives up and she smiles.
When the bell rings Avery is out of that class faster than if she was set on fire. She practically runs down the hall to meet up with Allison and Lydia.
"Scott's coming over tonight?" Lydia asks Allison.
"We're just studying." Allison replies tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.
"Just studying never ends in just studying. It's like getting into a hot tub-" Lydia starts but Avery cuts her off,
"Lydia just because you can't keep you're pants on doesn't mean Allison is the same. And please for future reference never talk about you and Jackson in the hot tub ever again." She shudders overdramatically.
"I kinda want to hear what she has to say." Allison shrugs.
"I'm just saying make sure he covers up… hello snow white. I'm talking about a condom." Lydia starts to make her way up the stairs
"And on that note, I'm totally out of here." Avery says feeling her cheeks growing warm.
"Oh please. Avery, with the way things are going with Jake I suggest you do the same."
"Seriously Lydia? I just went on one date with the guy, and I haven't even kissed him yet. I live by the philosophy 'play hard to get'." She turns around and is about to walk away yet again.
"Don't make him play too hard or he'll quit playing the game." She catches Avery's interest. She never had a boyfriend or anything within that realm, so she has no idea how to work with any of this. "Plus he'd be the perfect guy to lose it to." She continues with Avery making her look around to make sure no one else overheard. "I'm just saying give them a little taste."
"How much is a little taste?" Allison asks.
"Wow you really like him." Lydia says back.
"He's just different. When I first moved here I had a plan, no boyfriends till college. I just move too much. But, then I met him and he's different. I don't know I just can't explain it." She smiles and plays with her hands.
"I'll tell you guys what to do." Lydia says making Avery rolls her eyes.
"If this is going to be some weird sex pack. I'm telling you now I'm not sure my mom will be ok with that. And if we're getting matching jackets I'll need sizes." Avery adds in.
"Shut up and listen. When is he coming over?" Lydia asks turning back to Allison.
"Right after school," she responds hesitantly. Then Lydia goes off on plans for Allison to sneak condoms form her aunt for her and a very unwilling Avery.
"Just as a back up plan." Allison assures her.
"I don't need one though." Avery says back. Just then the bell rings. "I have to go. Stiles is coming over to study."
"You might need one sooner then you think." Lydia says with a wink.
"Ew!" And with that Avery takes off speed walking to her locker. Gross.
When she finally makes it out of those big blue doors she sees Derek. On the floor in the middle of the street right in front of Stiles car with Scott bending over talking to him. She takes off sprinting over to them and sees that Derek is starting to turn. Of all the places to wolf out, in the parking of a high school does not make the top ten.
"You can't do that here!" Scott urges, apparently obeying the top ten rule.
"I can't control it." Derek can barely force the words out. He's pale and sweaty and just overall not good-looking, which must be pretty scary for him.
"Get him in the car." Avery says grabbing Derek's arm. Scott catches on and grabs his on and together they manage to get him into Stiles' car. While Stiles just sits there freaking out behind the wheel.
"I need that bullet. You have to get it from her house tonight."
"Why should I help you?" Scott shoots back.
"You need me…"
"Scott, go. Find the bullet. We can take care of him till then." Avery pats him on the shoulder and jumps in the back seat of Stiles blue jeep. They drive off leaving Scott to fix the damage Derek caused.
"What happened to you? Why are you turning?" Avery asks observing Derek's awful appearance.
"So you know? Which on of the idiots told you?" He grunts.
"Please." She scoffs. "I basically told them." He turns around and faces her.
"How did you find out then?" He looks genuinely interested and she can feel Stiles eyes on her through the rearview mirror.
"That's something I've been meaning to talk to you about. But not now, we have other things to worry about."
"So you're going to tell him?" Stiles asks with a shocked look. "Your biggest secret and you're to tell him?" He looks mad and a little hurt, putting Avery on edge.
"Stiles we've been over this… I trust him."
"Why?" Surprisingly it's Derek who asks. He turns slightly to face her.
"Oh you'll love this. I mean if its even possible for you to love things that is." Stiles says facing the road.
"Roxy." Avery shrugs. "I trust you because my dog Roxy trusts you."
"Ok." He says turning back around.
"Am I the only on who thinks that's crazy?!" Stiles asks.
"Yes." Avery and Derek both answer at the same time.
"Hey, I have a question." Avery announces.
"Great." Derek says his words dripping with sarcasm.
"How did you know Scott's going to Allison's tonight?"
"I overheard you guys talking in the hallway." Avery freezes.
"As in the whole conversation or just part?"
"The whole conversation." She barriers her face in her hands completely mortified
"Oh my God." This random guy just learned she's a virgin and that her friends are planning on getting her laid. Great.
"What? What was the conversation about?" Stiles begs.
"Nothing!" Avery answers way to loud and quick.
"I wouldn't call it 'nothing'. This is a big decision for you." And Derek actually smiles. Dying must make him out of his mind crazy to actually smile and joke around.
"This is not the time for you to suddenly gain a sense of humor!" She says wishing she was anywhere but here at the moment.
"Just tell me!" Stiles pleads.
"No! I am not having that conversation again! I didn't even want to have it the first time!"
"I think you're right by the way. You should take things slow." Derek continues to poke.
"Ok one: eavesdropping is rude. Two: I know, I'm totally right. And three: I wouldn't piss off the only person in the world who trusts you at the moment. Maybe Roxy wasn't feeling well. Maybe she was tired from the run."
"Whatever I couldn't care less about your little high school problems." He scoffs. Oh thank god the normal rude Derek is back! "Now it's my turn to ask a question. You lied to me the night you snuck onto my property didn't you?"
"In my defense I didn't know the two geniuses thought you were the one who actually killed her."
"Just answer the question." He says not caring for excuses.
"Yes I lied. I knew that trail was leading to your house. Why does it even matter?"
"Because I was listening to your heart beat and I didn't hear the lie." Stiles turns around and looks at her in shock of Derek's words.
"Stiles watch the road!" She says as the car swerves. "What's the big deal?"
"Werewolves can listen to peoples heartbeats so they can tell when you're lying." Stiles gives the information out like a computer. "So the fact that he couldn't tell you were lying is weird. Can people even do that?" He asks turning to Derek.
"It's possible, but it takes training to control ones own heartbeat." He turns to her. "Who trained you?" He looks at her accusingly.
"No one. I just…I don't know. I don't lie I just bend the truth." She feels tiny under his stare. "Maybe you weren't listening hard enough. Or maybe it was because my heart was already beating to loudly." She offers.
"Fine. I'll ask you a questions and you have to answer with either the lie or the truth. Derek can listen to your heartbeat and try and guess which it is." Stiles says quickly looking at Derek's expression.
"Ok" they both agree.
"How did you get those scars on your neck? The ones I saw at the game." Of course he would bring that up. This must be his favorite game in the world. He finally gets to ask me all of my personal secrets and get the truth. I wonder how long he's been holding that question inside.
"I fell when I was little and got cut on the table." She says plainly. She's told that lie so many times she practically convinced herself it was the truth.
"True." Derek says with groan of pain.
"Lie." She says back.
"Then how did you get it?" Stiles asks through the rearview mirror.
"Secret, can't tell." She shakes her head. "Next question."
"What's your least favorite color?" He shrugs.
"Neon orange. Pumpkin orange is fine though." She shrugs.
"True."
"Yup. Next."
"Do you like Reeces?"
"Yes."
"Lie."
"Partially. I usually don't like them but every once in a while I get a craving for them."
"Your weird." Stiles says back obviously not accepting her dislike for his favorite candy. "Can you try not to bleed out on my seats please? We're almost there."
"Stiles watch out your compassions showing." Avery adds in.
"Almost where?" Derek asks looking around.
"To your house."
"You can't take me there."
"I can't take you to your own house?"
"Not when I can't protect myself." Stiles pulls over to the side of the road.
"What happens if Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet? Hmm. Are you dying?!"
"Not yet. I have a last resort."
"What do you mean? What last resort?!" Stiles flails his arms around in his usual spastic way until Derek lifts up his sleeve to show the bullet wound. "Oh my god. What is that?" Stiles looks like he's about to throw up and leans back. Avery on the other hand leans forward to get a better look. "Oh is that contagious? You know what you should probably just get out." He points to the door.
"Start the car …now." Derek says obviously declining the invitation to leave.
"I don't think you should be barking orders with the way you look ok? In fact I think if I wanted to I could probably drag your little werewolf ass out into the street and leave you for dead."
"Start the car. Or I will rip your throat out… with my teeth" And just like that Stiles starts the car.
"You guys really should be nicer to each other." Avery says leaning forward again.
"Shut up." They both say at the same time.
"See! You guys are bonding! So proud so proud." She wipes away fake tears.
"Shut up!" they say again.
"Ok now this is just getting weird. You guys even kind of look alike." She looks closely at Stiles, inches away from his face. He brings up his hand and puts it between her face and his.
"Can you not? I'm trying to focus on driving no where in particular and I can't do that with your face so close to mine."
"Aw! Do you find me distracting?" She smiles and leans back in her seat. "I'm so flattered."
"I… I mean… it's just…" He stutters.
"Pull over. We can wait for Scott here." Derek points at the curb. And then they wait
"What's taking him so long?" Avery finally asks sitting up from her laying position in the back seat.
"Probably busy with Allison." Stiles says in his teenage boy and girl hooking up voice.
"Can we not talk about Scott and Allison getting together please? I've heard enough about that for today."
"Fine. Do you want to talk about how you got those scars? Or what about your real dad? Or maybe we can talk about how you and Jake are doing? Because you've been looking so happy lately. Or how about that secret conversation in the hall?" He shrugs. Apparently waiting in the car with a dying werewolf for an hour puts him on edge.
"Or we can just not talk at all." Derek huffs.
"Yeah I like that idea." She says leaning back in her seat and folding her arms over her chest, almost as if it will guard her secrets.
"No, I want to know. Why are you still keeping things from me when I've told you everything?" Stiles goes on.
"Just forget I said anything ok?"
"No, answer the questions." He stares at her, his eyes pouring over her.
"Stiles, let it go. I'm not answering these questions here." She looks at Derek and sees he couldn't care less.
"Why not? You trust him right? You trust Derek, the guy whose ok with killing people, the one who turned Scott into a werewolf. So why can't you tell us what I want to know?"
"Stiles, let it go. Or I swear to god I'll get out of this car and walk home right now." Just then Stiles phone starts to ring. Taking that line 'saved by the bell' to a whole other level.
"Hey Scott… well what am I supposed to do with him?… and by the way he's starting to smell… like death… What about your boss?… your not going to believe where he's telling me to take you." Stiles says handing Derek the phone and avoiding any eye contact with Avery.
How did this turn into a fight? How did me asking a simple question turn into us not talking? Why does this keep happening between the two of us?… it's because I put up walls I know… God I'm so annoying! She thinks to herself while looking at her hands.
"Did you find it?" Derek asks into the phone. He's been looking worse by the minute and there can't be much time left. "Look, if you don't find it then I'm dead alright? Well think about this, the alpha called you out against your will. And he's going to do it again. Next time you either kill with him or you get killed. So if you want to stay alive then you need me. So find the bullet." And just like that he hangs up the phone.
"To the animal shelter it is then." Stiles says sounding less then happy.
He starts the car and off they go. They find the key exactly where Scott told Stiles it is. She has to help Derek get out of the car and into the clinic. He's heavy too. Once they finally get in she walks him over to the operating table and he leans against it to look at his bullet wound.
"Really? This doesn't look like something a good nights sleep couldn't take care of." Stiles offers.
"I need to get rid of it before the infection reaches my heart and kills me." Derek replies.
"Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary is it?" Stiles shoots back. Derek gets up and starts looking around for something.
"If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time… last resort."
"Which is?" Avery finally speaks up.
"Stiles is going to cut off my arm." He turns around holding a saw.
"Oh… my god." He says pushing down the button to the power saw then dropping it on the table and covering his mouth with his hand. "What if you bleed to death?"
"It'll heal if it works." He says tying off the blood flow.
"Look I don't know if I can do this." Stiles looks like he's about to throw up.
"Why not?" Derek looks like he's not in the mood to play games.
"Because the cutting through the flesh, the sawing of the bone, and especially the blood!" Derek slams his fist down on the table.
"You faint at the sight of blood?" He asks with this look of pure dislike.
"No but I might at the sight of a chopped off arm." Stiles argues back.
"Ok, how about this… other you cut off my arm or I cut off your head."
"Look I'm so not buying the threats any…" but then Derek grabs his shirt and pulls him closer. "Oh my god. Ok. All right. Bought. Sold. Totally I'll do it. I'll do it." Just then Derek starts to throw up a lot of black goopy stuff.
"What hell is that?" Avery asks looking around the corner of the table.
"It's my body trying to heal itself." Derek heaves out.
"It's not doing a very good job." Avery says looking up at him.
"Now. You have to do it now." He says looking up at Stiles.
"I can't do it." He says back.
"Give it to me." Avery grabs the saw out of his hand and faces Derek. "Ready?" She says trying to kill time before she has to cut off this guys limb.
"Just do it!" He says back. She nods and brings the saw to his skin. Just as she's about to push the button she hears Scott's voice.
"Stiles?! Avery?!" Then he walks in and sees she has a saw to Derek's arm.
"Hey Scott. How's it going?" She says back.
"What the hell are you doing?!" He asks.
"You just prevented a life time of nightmares." Stiles says with gratitude.
"I was the one about to saw an arm off!" She drops the saw on the table and breaths deeply.
"Did you get it?" Derek asks from the table. Scott hands him the bullet and he stares at it.
"What are you going to do with it?" Avery asks staring at the bullet as well.
"I'm gunna… I'm gunna…" Then he falls to the floor out cold. The bullet rolls under some table and Scott goes after it while Avery and Stiles go to Derek.
"Derek. Derek common wake up." Stiles says slapping his face lightly.
"Scott we need that bullet!" Avery says next to Derek shaking his arm as Stiles continues to tap his face.
"I know! I can't reach it!" He continues to stretch his arm out.
"I think he's dying! I think he's dead!" Stiles panics.
"I got it! I got it!" Scott shouts out holding up the bullet. Stiles slaps Derek across the face a couple more times.
"God damn it! Move!" She shoves Stiles out of the way and punches Derek right in the face as hard as she can. "Ow!" She shakes her hand out. And Derek's eyes snap open. "So much pain right now!" She holds her hand close to her chest and bends over in pain.
"Give it to me." Derek grabs the bullet and gets up. He bites off the top and pours it's contents out on the table. Then he lights the wolfsbane on fire and it sparks bright blue. He bends down and scoops it into his hand. Then shoves it into his bullet wound screaming and falls to the floor. A couple of seconds later the wound completely heals.
"That was awesome! Yes!" Stiles shouts.
"Are you ok?" Avery asks walking over and helping him up.
"Except for the agonizing pain?" He shoots back.
"Sorry stupid question." She says backing off.
"I guess the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health." Stiles says with a bob of his head. He still doesn't make eye contact with Avery.
"Ok we saved your life. Which means your going to leave us alone. You got that? And if you don't I'm going to go back to Allison's house and I'm going to tell him everything…"
"You're going to trust them? You think they can help you." Derek shoots back.
"Why not?" Scott stutters out. "There a lot freaking nicer then you are!" He argues.
"I can show you exactly how nice they are."
"What do you mean?" Scott asks apparently he caught his interest.
"Come on!" Derek says back heading for the door.
"Yay field trip in the camaro! Shot gun!" Avery jumps up.
"Just Scott." He turns back.
"Is this the thanks I get for almost cutting off your arm?" She says pouting.
"Yeah." Derek replies walking past them with Scott fallowing close behind. Stiles and her stand there for a moment then make there way outside.
"Do you need a ride to the school to get your car?" He asks the ground.
"Uh… I can just walk." She offers.
"Avery, the school is way too far you can't just walk there especially not in those shoes." He gestures to her sandals. "Just get in the car."
"Ok." She says quietly getting into the car. The drive is a little awkward since neither of them is feeling particularly chatty.
"I'm sorry." Avery finally gets out. "You've been honest with me and I've just been keeping secrets." She says looking at her hands
"I shouldn't have pushed you. I guess I was just feeling a little off. You know being stuck in the car for an hour with a dying werewolf." He shrugs. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I can wait." As he says it he gives her a 'please tell me' look. And she caves.
"No you have the right to know… So ask anything and I will be completely honest." She can hear her voice shake a little. She knows what he's going to ask.
"How'd you get the scars?" He asks hesitantly. She takes a while to respond thinking back to what actually happened.
"My real dad, he was pretty violent. He would come home in a rage and usually took it out on my mom, but every once in a while he would hurt my sister or me… One day when I was six, I was being stupid and broke a vase right in front of him. It was an accident but he really didn't care… He took a handful of glass and slapped it against my back and rubbed it around. I started to kick and scream until he finally let go, I think he only stopped for himself though, since his hand got pretty cut up. Anyways my mom took me to the hospital and I had to get stitches… That lie I told today in the car that was the one she gave to the paramedics. And it's the one I've been giving ever since." She says looking out the window. She's never told anyone the truth and now that she finally had she's not sure if she feels better or worse. She looks up at Stiles and sees no emotion on his face.
"I'm sorry." He says back after a while of silence. He obviously doesn't know what to say or do.
"Don't be. The bad things we go through in life makes us who we are." She shrugs.
"That's not who you are." He says back.
"I guess not, but it's definitely a part of me. Just like these scars." She can't bring herself to look at him.
"So did your mom leave him after he did that to you?" He hesitates to ask but she can practically see the gears turning in his head.
"No She never did, one day we came home and he was just gone. There was a note saying he ran off with some girl he knocked up. He left us each a letter and some stuff and I never saw him again." She shrugs and finally looks up at Stiles. She feels like his eyes were staring into her soul and she's forced to look away again. "Don't pity me. Please. If you looked at me differently just because I had a few problems as a child I don't know what I would do."
"A few… A few problems?! Avery that's more then a few problems." He laughs humorlessly. "I… I don't get you! How can you not be like crying or something?" He shakes his head in disbelief.
"Stiles it was a long time ago. Wounds heal. Scars are left…but wounds heal."
"God you are something else."
"I think we've been over this. I'm a cyborg."
"Seriously Avery. You don't have to hold it together all the time. You can cry. I swear on my life I will never see you differently then how I do right now."
"Crying won't solve any of my past problems. They happened. They're done. There's nothing I can do about it." She says back looking at him again. Those eyes. What is with those eyes? They're so kind and full of compassion. So much she feels like she's drowning in it. Silence drags on and she slowly feels like she's being eaten whole by Stile's gaze. "Stiles I know this is a little random but my mom was wondering if day after tomorrow would be good for you and you're dad for dinner?" She silently begs him to catch onto the change of subject. And thank the lord he does.
"Uh… yeah. I didn't know you were serious with the whole thing." He laughs nervously.
"Oh I never joke about dinner parties." She gets a very serious face but cracks a smile when she sees his expression. "Stiles don't worry. Just think of this as a meeting the parents practice."
"How am I not supposed to worry when you put it like that? Meeting a girls parents is very scary."
"Not mine. Trust me. Just breath. Wear something nice and just be you. They can't not love you, it's just not possible." She shrugs.
"When you say wear something nice what does that imply? Because I don't want to show up in jeans when you're in a freaking ball gown."
"No ball gowns. I can show you what I'm wearing when you come over tomorrow to help me study. If that will help." She says in a calming tone.
"I'm coming over tomorrow?" He says surprised.
"Yes. You owe me a study session Stilinski. You weren't planning on bailing on me were you?"
"Who me? Of course not! I'm Mr. Dependable. You can totally… depend on me."
"Great so my house after school. We can make a night out of it. Movies and an infinite amount of junk food and schooling."
"Wait I'm meeting your parents before the meeting the parents practice dinner?"
"No. They won't be home till late. My dad's working on the shop and my mom is catering some party."
"So it's just going to be the two of us. Alone. In your room, watching movies and studying?"
"Don't get too excited Stiles. Roxy's going to be there and she's very protective."
"I'm the same amount of excited as any other teenage boy would be."
"That's exactly what I'm talking about."
"I don't know what you mean. I'm the complete normal amount of excited about spending time with one of my best friends."
"Best friends?"
"Yup."
"You're one of mine too." They smile at each other for a moment. "Good I'll see you tomorrow!" She leans over and hugs him. "Thanks."
When they pull apart their eyes meet and a certain bond that she's never had with anyone else passes between them, and for some reason it scares her. She turns to get out of the car quickly and while jumping out she hits her head against the roof.
"I'm good. I did that on purpose… to check your roof. Well it's definitely stable. So you're welcome and I will see you tomorrow." She gives him an awkward wave and heads over to her car. They drive out and turn in different directions, both of them having a big smile on their faces.
I hope you guys liked it! Please tell me what you think about where the story's heading. I would love to hear your guy's ideas or inputs. Sorry, about the grammar mistakes. I'll try to get another chapter up as soon as possible.