Disclaimer: Sadly I did not write Teen Wolf.
I am so sorry that it took me so long to post this chapter. I got a seasonal job for Halloween and had to work everyday. Thanks for sticking around though. From here on out I'll try and be more consistent. I hope you guys like this chapter!
She wakes up early and decides to put her time and good mood to work. She puts on a pair of floral shorts a pink flowy tank top a pair of brown short heeled boots, a pair of lace toped socks showing over her boots and a cardigan to top it all off. She does her makeup with extra care and detail. She even makes sure her hair is in perfect curls instead of just letting it do its thing.
She walks into class with the kind of confidence she only gets on a great hair day. It must show too, because Allison sure notices.
"You look great. What's the occasion?"
"I just woke up early and decided to put it to good use," she shrugs back.
"Nice. Oh I forgot to text you about what happened at dinner the other night with Scott…" And then she goes off on a long, slightly comical, story of Scott's awkward dinner. Only when Allison got the whole accusing Scott of stealing part did Avery become emotionally invested in the story. Then that led to the whole Allison holding up a condom in front of her dad Aunt and Scott. Avery tries for as long as possible to keep a straight face but she can't hold it for long and burst out laughing.
"Avery stop. It's not funny." She can't though, she really does try but the laughter just keeps coming. After a while Allison joins in and the two are cracking up together. Only when their laughter calms down can they pick up the conversation once more.
"So you really did it?" Avery asks shaking her head in disbelief.
"Yup." Allison responds back with a sense on pride. "That reminds me," she says reaching down into her backpack, "here." She hands Avery the condom she promised to get for her.
"Allison!" Avery grabs the thing and shoves it in her pocket before anyone else can see. "What if someone saw you?!" She harsh whispers making Allison laugh.
"They wouldn't care." She whispers back.
"But I don't want this." She gestures wildly to her pocket.
"I know. I just got it for you as an impossibly, unreasonable just in case."
"Good." Just then Scott and Stiles walk into the room brining up another thought. "Wait Scott doesn't know you got me one right?"
"Of course not, Avery. Just you Lydia and me know."
"Ok… Hey Stiles. How are you?" She asks as he slips into the seat across from her. When he finally drags his eyes away from his notebook and sees her he freezes. "Hello? Stiles? Anyone home?" She asks as she waves her hand in front of his face.
"What? Oh hey yeah I'm good. Great actually. You look… nice today… I mean you look nice everyday just extra today… Hey looks like class is starting." He turns around and faces the front of the class. Which doesn't really start for another five minutes.
Well if her plan was to impress Jake, it definitely worked. When she took her seat at lunch between him and Stiles he made his opinion perfectly clear.
"You look so hot." He says wrapping an arm around her and goes for another kiss but she just turns her head and he ends up kissing her cheek. "Did you dress up for me?"
"No… I just thought I'd change it up a bit." She says feeling self-conscious.
"Well it worked. You look way better then usual." He says back.
"What's that supposed to mean?" She asks back slightly stung by the harsh comment.
"That you usually look like crap everyday." He says it as a joke and she knows it but that doesn't stop it from hurting any less.
She's can feel everyone's eyes on her. She glances at Stiles and sees him quickly look at his food. She doesn't know what to do so … she leaves. She ducks under Jakes arm and walks away. She needs air. She walks out the doors and takes a seat out on the lacrosse bleachers. She lays down letting the sun melt over her skin, until someone interrupts her.
"Uh. Are you ok?" She hears making her open her eyes to see a kid from her chemistry class… Isaac.
"Yeah. Never better. Just running away from awkward confrontations. How about you? Are you good?" She asks sitting up.
"Uh yeah sure." He gets a hesitant look on his face.
"Sorry I didn't mean to scare you or anything… my name's…"
"Avery Mason, I know, your friends with Lydia and you dating Jake. My names…"
"Isaac Lahey. You're in my chemistry class and you play lacrosse." He gives her a surprised look, like he never expected her to know who he is, as they shake hands. "Oh and I'm not dating Jake… So I gave my strange reason for being out here. What's yours?"
"I was just getting extra practice in."
"With no one else here?"
"Well yeah. Not many people like to practice during their free time."
"So what do you do?"
"Mostly I just shoot into the goal. But now that I think about it, it's not very helpful without a goalie." He laughs lightly.
"Then hand me a stick. Lets do this thing." She claps her hands together and stands.
"No it's ok you don't have to."
"Come on Lahey I've been having a pretty crummy day and a good workout will help. So give me a stick." He shakes his head but obeys. After taking her cardigan she walks over to the goal and Isaac throws lightly to her. She stops every throw.
"Seriously Isaac? How are you going to get any better if you don't actually try."
"I don't want to hurt you." He says leaning against his stick.
"Isaac when I was five my sister pushed me down the stairs and broke my arm. I think I can handle being hit with a lacrosse ball. So throw like I'm Danny. Ok?" She felt a little bad about lying to him but she's not about to tell anyone it was her dad not sister.
"Ok." He gives her a determined nod.
After that it's definitely harder to block the goal but she gets a couple. When the bell rings they just decide to keep going until his fifth period practice starts. By the time that roles around his team starts to trickle onto the field, and she gets plenty of weird looks but doesn't care. She likes helping Isaac. And when he waves her over, out of the goal, he has a big smile on his face… one that doesn't quite reach his eyes. Just like the one she sees everyday looking back at her in the mirror.
"Thanks." He says slightly out of breath.
"No problem. It was actually a lot of fun," she replies back with a laugh. They walk over to the bleachers and take a seat.
"You were really good," he says lightly.
"Thanks. You weren't to bad yourself." She punches his arm softly. Jut then she sees Stiles, over Isaac's shoulder, giving her a funny look.
"So your sister broke your arm huh?" Isaac asks looking at her with sort of timid eyes. Eyes that make her wonder what they've seen. She nods. "Older or younger?" He asks back.
"Uh she was older but she passed away a few months ago." She's not sure why she gives this kid, who she just met, one of her biggest secrets. But she has a feeling she can trust him.
"I'm sorry I didn't realize."
"No its ok, no one knows here." She looks down at her hands while as she talks.
"Don't worry you're secrets safe with me." He nods reassuringly.
"Thanks… What about you any siblings?" She asks trying to change the subject.
"Nope just me."
"That sounds like fun. Never having to share anything with anyone."
"Hahaha. I guess that parts ok but its more lonely then fun." Just then the whistle for practice starts to blow. "Oh I should go." He says with a smile.
"Ok. I'll see you in chemistry." She waves as he makes his way out onto the field. Then she starts to walk back to the school, until someone grabs her arm and pulls her under the bleachers. She looks up and sees Stiles.
"Uh Stiles, What are you doing?" She asks when he finally releases her and turns around to face her.
"I wanted to make sure you were ok. You were kinda in a hurry to get away at lunch. I tried to follow but I lost you in the hallway." He has a worried look on his face that makes her smile. She's glad they're friends.
"Yeah I'm fine. I was just helping Isaac practice."
"That explains a lot." She gives him a questioning look and he reaches up and takes some grass out of her hair. Wow I must look pretty awful.
"Oh my gosh is there any more of that in my hair?" She asks back running to her hands down her hair.
"No you're good," he laughs. Just incase, she bends down and shakes out her hair and whips back up, completing a full-blown hair flip. When she looks back up at Stiles his cheeks are pink.
"What?" She looks up and down her body and sees nothing wrong with her cloths. It must be her makeup. "It's my makeup isn't it? I must look like a clown from that one scary movie." She turns around and tries to blindly fix it. But Stiles grabs her arm gently and spins her around.
"You look great. You always do." He says with a small laugh but his eyes are serious. She knows he saying it to make her feel better about the whole Jake comment and it works. He's a good friend. She thinks to herself feeling lucky to have him.
"I seriously doubt that but thanks."
"So are you sure you're fine?" He pushes.
"Yeah it's just… I'm not supposed to talk about Jake stuff with you." She says stopping herself. "I'm fine Stiles, really. Just some battles in my head, that's it."
"Ok. If you're sure."
"I am." She nods.
"Then I should get to practice… We're still on for after school right?" He asks turning around.
"Yeah. I'll see you then."
And with that he goes to practice and she goes to the library to study. When the bell rings she practically runs to her car to beat the traffic. She wants to get home and take a quick shower before Stiles gets there and she knows lacrosse practice runs a little late after school.
She gets home runs up the stairs and jumps in the shower. When she jumps out she puts on a pair of denim shorts and a plain salmon colored tank top. Just as she finishes putting up her hair, which she somehow managed to keep dry, she hears a knocking on the door.
"COMING!" She shouts from her bathroom and takes the steps two at a time. When she wrenches the door open she sees Stiles. He gives her a weird look as she tries to catch her breath.
"Sorry I just got out of the shower. I thought I had more time."
"Oh… uh practice ended early."
"Well please come in." He steps inside. "Come on I'll show you my room." She turns on her heels and heads up the stairs, and he follows close behind. When they step into her room he pauses in the doorway. "Well this is it. I got to design the room myself and I finished unpacking almost everything. The rest of the boxes are in the closest." She points to walk in closet and he tilts his head in that direction.
She looks around the room. It's all cream except for one wall, which is burgundy. Her bed has a dark brown metal frame that comes up with a roof on the top. Her bedspread is cream with gold ascents. She has a dark brown vintage dresser with a big TV on top. A bookshelf is against another wall and filled with a wide selection of movies and a ton of books. The whole room looks way to mature for her age and that's what she likes best about it. The only sign of a teenage girl living here is the movies and a cloth pin board above her desk. It's full of pictures of her and her friends from L.A. Lydia, Allison, and most of them are of her and her sister. And of course she has the picture of each of her favorite actors; Ryan Gosling, Chris Hemsworth, and Alexander Ludwig.
"You can just put your stuff on the floor or the bed or at the desk… or if you don't want to stay here we can work downstairs in the family room… Stiles?" She asks finally getting his attention away from the room.
"No this is perfect." He says back reassuringly.
"Good. Well I'll be right back. I left my backpack in the kitchen." He nods and she's off. She hurries down the stairs and back up. When she makes her way into her room she sees Stiles studying her photo board closely. "Do you like it? It took me forever to organize the pictures just right." He jumps slightly at the sound of her voice.
"Uh yeah. Is this… your sister?" He asks hesitantly.
"Yeah." She replies back with a warm smile letting him know its ok.
"You look so happy." He says staring intently at the last picture she ever took with her sister.
"I was… am." She corrects herself but he looks at her with such intensity she wants to melt away.
"She looks so much like you." He says, finally looking back at the picture.
"Yup. It's almost like we were sisters or something," she replies back.
"Oh hahaha." He says back humorlessly. "So where's this infinite amount of junk food I was promised?"
"You're going to love this." She walks over to the end of her bed where a medium, sized trunk sits on the floor. She kneels on her legs and opens it up. When she does his mouth falls open. The trunk is filled with so much candy and junk food its almost impossible to close.
"What are you planning for… a zombie apocalypse?"
"Something like that. What can I say? I like the movie theater feel in my room." She shrugs. "Oh I got these for you." She picks up a big bag of reeces and tosses it to him.
"You got me a whole bag of candy?" He asks surprised.
"Well yeah. You said you liked them and they were the only candy I didn't have… It's just chocolate Stiles. No big deal… So what movie do you want to watch?"
"Uh I don't know let me see." He walks over to the bookshelf ironically filled with movies. "Avery, these movies are all for girls or five year olds."
"One sec," she says holding up a finger. She walks over to her closet and slides out a large box filled to the brim with her hidden boyish movies. " I had to hide them in the closet since Lydia comes over sometimes for 'girls night'." She says adding air quotes at the end. He gets up and sifts through the box
"Wow. You have all of the Lord Of The Rings, Star Wars and Harry Potter movies on DVD. You are such a nerd." He says with a laugh. "And that's coming from me."
"Yes, yes I am. But a secret nerd so shhh."
The rest of the night was probably the best she's had since her sister passed. They just sat around watching movies, probably giving themselves diabetes with the amount of sugar they ate. They had many arguments on classic movies and candies they do or don't like. It felt good for her to bicker with someone again and to argue a point she was so passionate for when really it meant nothing to her. It was just good to be around him.
"I'm just saying that an Orc would kick a zombies ass." Stiles says shaking his head.
"Yeah I'm not arguing that. I'm arguing that a group of World War Z zombies could take over middle-earth easily."
"Ok now you're just mixing to much. I mean one zombie in a arena with an orc is enough-"
"That's not fair though! Zombies have power in numbers. So if we're comparing best of abilities then we would need like thirty at least."
"Yeah but that's a disadvantage to Orc since they fight in armies too."
"Army against army, zombies will still win."
"I… It… No. Orc's are coherent to what there doing in battle and they have freaking wolfs. It's no contest."
"Ok but zombies don't sense pain so they keep going until you cut off there heads. I mean really, can you imagine fighting an enemy who never stops attacking. Those ork wolfs will have there tails between there legs running in the other direction."
"You know what I declare a tie. There's no way we can actually ever figure this out and you're too crazy right now to see reason."
"All I got from that is that you forfeit."
"I did not forfeit. I declared a stalemate… there's a difference."
"It's ok to forfeit Stiles. Really, I'm shocked you lasted that long."
"Whatever, I'm done." Avery nods in triumph.
"Oh I still have to show you what I'm wearing tomorrow." She jumps up and walks into her closet.
"Oh yeah I told my dad and he said he can come." Stiles says loudly from the room. She closes the closet door and slips into the dress and heels she's planning on wearing to dinner. Then walks out to show Stiles.
"So what do you think?" She does a little twirl. He opens and closes his mouth trying to find the right words.
"You… you look great. I definitely have a better idea of what to wear now, thanks. I mean without this I probably would have shown up looking way under dressed and the whole…"
"Stiles, stop rambling. You look great it's fine." She shrugs and spins on her heels walking back to the closet. She slips back into her old outfit then opens the door and takes her seat on the floor next to Stiles. Instead she lays down this time propping her head on her hands.
"Stiles I have to tell you something. And you're not going to like it." His eyes shoot to her and away from the TV screen.
"This can't be good. You're never this serious."
"I'm going to Derek's house tomorrow before dinner and I'm going to talk to him." She waits for his reaction and it's actually a lot better then she predicted it would be.
"Seriously Derek?! I don't get you! Why him?" He asks throwing his hands in the air and pacing back and forth. She sits up and faces him.
"Have you forgotten the fact that I'm hunting down a murderous alpha? Derek might be able to help me with that. He might have information I would never know otherwise."
"I…eh…ugh! I hate you when you're right." He throws himself on top her bed in frustration.
"It's not like I'm marrying the guy I just need information."
"Ew! Why would you even bring marriage into this." He flinches dramatically. Then rubs the back of his neck. Great he's doing his serious thing.
"Sorry. Bad choice of words."
"It's fine. You're right though you should go." He sighs and leans back. She takes a seat at the end of the bed.
"Come on." She nudges his leg. "We can get some of my moms homemade ice cream come back upstairs and put a bunch of candy in it." He opens his eyes and peaks up at her. She raises her eyebrows and nudges him a couple of times until he starts to laugh.
"Fine."
They surprisingly manage to study a little between movies and refills. So when twelve o'clock rolls around neither of them can argue with Stiles dad commanding him to get home immediately. She walks him out to his car and gives him a goodbye hug. She can't help feeling safe with him. Something she hasn't felt in a while…scratch that ever.
The next day she's back to being on edge, standing in front of Derek's house by her car.
Just go. You can do this. You're just asking a possible murderer to help you out… no biggy. Ok stop talking to yourself and go… now… now? Ok how about now?
"Can I help you with something?" She hears Derek say behind her making her jump.
"Dear lord! Don't do that! Ugh that was so creepy." She shakes off the jitters and puts on her serious face once more. "Since you mentioned it actually you can help me with something." She waits for him to respond but of course he doesn't so she continues on. "Is there somewhere we can go to talk?" Instead of answering her though he just walks past her into the burnt down chard house. She follows close behind clutching onto her backpack strap. She's not afraid of Derek rather the answers he's going to give her.
"So?" He asks turning around to face her suddenly.
"Oh well it's kinda long story I don't know if you want to sit down for this or something." She adds trying to stall for time.
"I'm fine. You can sit there though." He gestures coldly to an old beat up couch that looks like it can barely support itself let alone her, but she gratefully excepts anyways.
"So… nice place you've got here." She says looking around the blackened house.
"Avery, why are you here?" He shoots back with a slow malicious tone.
"Oh… well um… remember when you asked me how I know about werewolves?"
"…Yes." He sounds deeply annoyed and that just starts to make Avery angry.
"Well I know because of this." She turns in her seat to reach her backpack and slowly takes out her sister's diary. She tosses the book to Derek and he catches it with ease.
"What is this?" He asks looking at the book as though it will transfer some werewolf killing disease.
"It's my sisters diary…" He looks up suddenly and gives her a weird look. "Just read the last couple of pages… You can read, right?" She adds in at the end as a joke, one that he obviously doesn't find funny. "That was a joke… sorry." She stares down at her hands and digs her nails into her palm to try and clam herself down, pain shoots up her arms but it sooths her in a weird way. She stays like this for a while and it seems that Derek changes his mind and decides to take a seat on the couch next to her.
"So where is she? Why can't she tell you what's going on?" He says trying to mask his shock with boredom but it doesn't work. Avery can see it in his eyes.
"She's dead." She says it simply, like its just a fact, but she can literally feel it cut her up inside. It's physically painful and she can tell Derek can see it in her eyes as she did in his. "Look… You've always been straight with me and I'm just asking for that now." She tries to sound confident but ends up sounding shaky. "A couple of months ago I found my sister dead in the bathroom with her wrists slashed. The police thought it was a suicide so no one investigated, but I know she didn't kill herself it's just not possible…" She stops suddenly her throat clenching up. Not too long though because she's scared she'll start to cry. "Here's the file on the investigation." She says grabbing the binder filled with information to cover her choke up.
"How'd you get this?" Derek asks taking the folder from her.
"I just asked the right detective... Everyone pities the poor girl whose sister killed herself." She likes how he doesn't react to any of this. He doesn't pity her, or apologize; he just focuses on the task at hand.
They sit silently for a couple of minutes for Derek to finish reading the file and notes that Avery wrote. Then he gets to the pictures. There are a couple of the security camera video and the others are from the crime scene… basically of her sisters dead body in a tub.
"I'll tell you one thing… You're right. Your sister didn't kill herself."
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 and again for taking so long. I'll try to get another chapter up soon.