I have received a few good ideas from Dandsforever, I'll be using them but it just depends on what is happening or happened that will lead up to that scene in particular and it might be a bit different. I have also gotten a pm that has some advice to do something and I will being that into account so a bit will change in this chapter. Thank you for the reviews, pms, story alerts and favorites. I greatly appreciate it.
I'll be going back to the he/ she thing I had going in chapter 1 and 2
UnBetaed. Don't own Teen Wolf.
I know it has been a few days since my last update but it was mainly to try and figure out how I would write this chapter and trying to think of a way to make them longer as well.
Saturday
The sun's light shined in through the window and past the curtains that moved with the light breeze of fresh air. Illuminating the floor, the surrounding items in a soft glow of the morning. Books, papers, and cds scattered on the desk, books and papers were also scattered on the floor surrounding the desk and even some where on the seat that seat at an angle to look out the window, it shone onto those items along with the silver laptop and printer that laid in the mass off the mess. The blue walls had very little on them but for what was there was the black and blue painting that hung just above the dresser, the anime snowboarder that was posted to the wall. The surfboard that lay against the wall nearest to the window with a shelf to the right of it, with small objects that hold more substance value than most know.
Cds that lay on the desk are hit with the light which gives off the cds' rainbow all over the room and onto the female that slept soundly on the edge of the bed, hair that was all over the place. Now most people who slept at the edge of the bed would have the luck of not rolling off or rolling over to the middle of the bed. If Stiles were to turn just slightly to his right. He'd be having a lovely meeting with the floor and that wouldn't be a very nice way of waking up but than again what luck did Stiles have? Having rolled over to the right and falling off the floor, becoming half asleep and trying to slowly untangle himself from the blanket that wrapped around his legs and upper body. Stiles turned sleepily to the bedroom door as it opened to reveal his dad looking at him. "You okay?" Stan asked, eyeing the female that was now struggling to get out of the blanket that entangled her. He raised an eyebrow but walked in to help her, after all it took Stiles forever to get out of his own blanket when this had happened to him.
Stan pulled at the edges, tracing them back to be able to get his niece free of the blanket. "Why are you staying in here? The guest bedroom is neater than this." Stan said, tugging on another piece of the blanket. Stiles looked up from trying to help than back down. "Better to have a messy room to begin with instead of worrying about getting another dirty." Stiles reasoned and Stan nodded, pulling the blanket back than dropping it. "There." He said, smiling and getting up to leave. Stiles hopped up. "Wait!" he called after his dad who stopped in the door way to turn to look at him. Stiles hopped up to stand, grabbing the hip of the sweat pants to make sure they wouldn't fall. "We should get lunch around one. I don't want you stuck in the building all day and that way I can also make sure you don't eat anything that might kill you sooner." Stiles told his dad, who stared at him for a moment silent, expression surprised. Than he smiled, she was so much like Stiles and he must've told her about the eating food thing and whatever else that would keep him safe.
"Yeah. Lunch at one. Sounds like a plan. Where?" Stan asked, waiting on 'Scarlet' to answer. He noted she had the same expression Stiles has when thinking. "That one diner that's near the edge of the town." Stiles finally said and Stan nodded. " I should get going, I'll be late if I don't. " Stan said, turning and walking the short distance to the stairs and down them. Stiles smiled and nodded to himself. He thought about if he should some how tell his dad about this but he wasn't sure how he was going to without sounding very strange and unbelievable and well his dad couldn't predict a lie like Scott or Derek. Than again it would probably stress his dad out having to worry about the new 'daughter' he had. But threatening to shot someone could be something he'd enjoy.
Stiles shrugged slightly and headed to the bathroom and brushed his teeth, went to the bathroom, slowly getting use to the way he had to do it now. He washed his hands and looked at his hair. It was all over the place, he's surprised his dad didn't start laughing or point it out. Stiles looked around the bathroom. He knew they had to have hair bands and things like that somewhere in here. After about a few minutes of searching and finding it in a small closet the bathroom had, he grabbed a box that would hold what he had been searching for. Setting down on the sink and staring at it, hands resting on the top ready to open it. It was all the things his mother used to get ready. From the little things like bobby pins to curling irons and straighteners. stiles needed to do something to tame or do something different with the hair he now had.
Sighing he opened the box, looking at it's contents. Tapping his fingers along the edges thinking. He walked back to his room momentarily to grab towels and went back to the bathroom taking a shower. Twenty five minutes later climbing out with dripping hair and wrapping a towel around his body. Having grabbed a smaller on to dry his hair. Ignoring the box so far and walking back to his room to get changed into the days clothes, now looking at the clock. Only nine thirty, so he woke up around eight on a Saturday morning? What the hell? He would still be sleeping late. Grabbing his phone, he texted Scott to text Allison to come over to his house and tell her that this was where 'she' was staying. Setting it down, and grabbing undergarments and slipping into them and jean shorts, a tank top and a vest. Tugging at the shirt fabric, he shrugged and dropped his hands.
His phone sounding with a beep saying he received a text, picking up and seeing that Allison was going to be there soon and be ready with answers. Stiles chuckled and slipped on socks and a pair of converses, skipping down the stairs to grab some pop-tarts and water. Not even twelve minutes later there was a knocking on his door. He was on his second pop-tart and walked towards the door opening it, surprised to see Lydia standing next to Allison. Both smiling. "Some thing tells me you're going to play dress up and I'm the doll." Stiles said, eyes darting back and forth between the two. Allison shrugged, Lydia smiled brightly. Stiles shook his head. "The real reason I asked for you...and you I guess was to help me figure out what to do with my hair." Stiles said, pointing to it.
Lydia walked in and looked around the home than focused onto Stiles' hair, hand darting out to left strands of it. "Your hair is curly as I've seen it in school. We should try straightening it." Lydia suggested looking to Allison who had stepped in and closed the door behind her, nodding in agreement. "Well all the things are in the bathroom, follow me." Stiles said, heading towards the stairs finishing off the pop-tart. Once up tugging his bedroom door closed and walking down the hall to the bathroom. Lucky it was a good size where all three girls could fit in it comfortably. Lydia had found a chair and sat Stiles in it. "You'll work on the make-up. I got the hair." Lydia said, going through the box, taking out a brush, straightener, bobby pins, hair ties and a clip. Allison dug in it to see if it had make-up. It didn't. She grabbed Lydia's purse and pulled the small make-up bag that was in there.
"Oh. We're going to have to get you some make-up." Lydia commented, brushing out the dark brown hair. "I've never worn any before so there was no use for it." Stiles said, leaning forward resting his arms along the back. "So why are you here? At the Stilinski household?" Allison asked smiling slightly. "Cousins." Stiles answered easily. "I didn't know he had relatives visiting." Allison said, Stiles shrugged lightly. Lydia was silent busy working on the long hair. "Yeah, well he went to visit my family. So it's fair game." Stiles commented. It was still weird to have to talk about himself and with two people he had rarely talked to. He could feel Lydia working with the straightener now. " Don't move unless you want to get burned." Lydia warned, Stiles chuckled. "Anyone could get burned by you. You got one of those glares." Stiles commented, smiling slyly.
He heard Lydia give a laugh. "Got that right honey. But I don't burn those that I like." Lydia replied, Stiles closed his eyes on Allison's command. "So am I one of those lucky ones that you like?" Stiles jokingly asked. "Only if you stay like the way you were when we were talking at lunch. I'm still surprised on how fast you were able to move from fashion talk with me to computers and games with Danny." Lydia said, pinning up a strip of hair, along with a few others. "I'm just amazing like that." Stiles commented. "Open." Stiles did so seeing Allison smiled. "I didn't have to do much with make-up. Such a flawless face." Allison said, giving his cheek a light slap. Stiles chuckled.
"Thanks. I suppose." Stiles answered, and soon the three were talking about clothes-which Stiles picked up on pretty easily-, the made-up back story Stiles had made, tv shows, movies, music, stores that were good to shop at, best places to hand out, and Stiles even went along with the 'boy talk' but mostly Allison talked about Scott, Lydia talking about the lacrosse team, Stiles pitched in about actors not knowing what else and usually saying a name and the girls would either agree fully, to a point or disagree because of their acting career. By the end, Lydia had straightened and styled Stiles' hair and they were just in there chatting about things and some other things, mostly Stiles had ended up listening to Allison and Lydia tell stories and Stiles was learning about what girls talked about without getting in trouble for eavesdropping.
Stiles was tapping his fingers against the seat, wondering something. "So what do you two think about my cousin?" Stiles asked, he wasn't sure if he wanted to know what they thought but what other chance would he be able to ask it and get a straight or semi-straight answer. It was silent for a moment. "He has a sense of humor. Also he's one of those people who can lighten up a tense or down mood you know." Allison commented. "He talks a lot." Lydia pitched in. "Some of the time it's about pointless shit, but there are times something he says actually catches your attention." Lydia added, Stiles turned around to look at her in some-what surprise. So she actually did know he existed, and even listened to him speak. That was very new news to him.
"What does he talk about?" Stiles questioned, wondering what they would overhear because he knew he talked about werewolves under his breath but usual if it involved Scott's or Derek's names they would be change to wolf and pup. It was reasonable names to cover for those two. Allison thought for a moment. "I heard a time where Stiles went on about how oblivious Scott is. That was actually fun to listen to." Allison said, smiling. Stiles turned back to Lydia to get her answer. "He talks about myths when I overhear him. Always bringing a wolf and pup into it. I think they're names or something. But he bitches about how the pup never listens and wolf is all dark and angry all the time and that he was the one who has to deal with it." She said, shrugging slightly. Stiles laughed and shook his head.
"Sounds like something that would be said." Stiles said, looking at the small wall clock on in the bathroom. It was only eleven twenty now. "You two wanna go somewhere till I have to meet the Sheriff for lunch?" Stiles asked, standing up and putting the chair back against the wall. Lydia and Allison nodded, Stiles was sorta surprised the two didn't say anything bad about him. but he was glad that neither of them did. "What were you plans today?" Lydia questioned the dark brunette that sat in front of her. Stiles thought for a moment, though he knew the town well, Scarlet wasn't suppose to. "Try and figure out where everything in this town is. All I got is the mall, sheriff's office which I have to go to at one, the drug store and the school." Stiles tells them, standing up. Allison and Lydia exchange looks and nod confirming something that wasn't said outloud.
"We'll show you around town. After all, Allison still doesn't know where some things are." Lydia said, smiling brightly. Stiles raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. "You two head down. I'll be with you in a minute, gotta grab some things." Stiles said to them, they walked passed him and down the stairs talking. Stiles sighed and scratched his hand as he walked to his bed room to grab his phone, keys, and money. Keys hooked on a belt loops, phone in pocket and money in bra, it felt weird, but as Stiles made his way downstairs he stared getting use to it. Well that was good. Lydia was sitting in the passenger side of Allison's car and Allison sat in the driver's seat. Both talking and listening to the music that played from the car. Stiles stood in the door way for a moment, staring at the two girls. Sure he was now a girl himself but he felt weird about it. Sorta like he was intruding on the 'girl's territory' as an undercover spy to uncover their dobalic plans on taking over the world.
Stiles stopped thinking. "What?" He asked himself. Did he seriously think about girls taking over the world and being a spy to stop them. Stiles turned, while shaking his head and closed the door, Turning around to head to the car. Stopping in his tracks when he was blinded by the light reflecting off a car's windshield. Once the light was gone, he saw a silver porsche driving by and watched it. Rubbing his eyes slightly and walking down the steps to the car, climbing into the back. "So whatplace you plan on showing me first?" Stiles questioned as he buckled in. "Planning the basics than just small locations that are awesome." Lydia replied, smiling as Allison put the car in drive and took off the opposite direction the porsche went. Stiles thought for a moment. There were only woods at that end of the road. Shrugging it off he listened silently as the two talked.
Stiles had to cover his ears at one point because Lydia was talking to Allison about how to get Scott in bed and have 'fun'. Stiles swore he was going a bit green in the face. That was something he didn't need to hear and had only been pulled out of his thoughts of distracting him from Allison and Scott's relationship. Lydia had looked back at the brunette and had pulled a hand from her ear. "Are you that much of a prude?" Lydia questioned the girl with a small smile. Stiles face was blank, staring at Lydia. Did she seriusly just ask that? Before Stiles could stop himself a strangled squeak of 'what?' escaped his mouth. Lydia nudged Allison lightly who looked at Stiles in the review mirror with a sem-apologetic look. "It's nothing to worry about, really. It's just...by now girls our age have done something or had sex." Lydia commented, watching Stiles as he brought his hands to his face, covering the reddening skin. "Oh my god. You just did not say that." Stiles breathed out in a tone slightly louder than a mumble.
He could hear Lydia giggling and Allison to but it seemed she tried keeping it to herself. Lydia patted Stiles knee. "I did just say that. There's no denying that. So if you haven't had sex, you've at least done something else right?" She asked, Stiles tried burying himself in his hands, this was the most awkward conversation he could have with a girl. He was sure this was going to be worse than parents trying to talk to their kids about sex. When Stiles didn't answer and the only noise was the car's tires against the road and the music that played from the steros, Lydia stared at the female who at in the back seat. "Nothing." Lydia said, what Stiles was partically thinking. "Do you have some kind of religion that says you have to wait?" Lydia asked, it would have been easier to nodded his head because than he'd have a valid reason but he shook his head no. Lydia turned to Allison. "We're going clubbing tonight." She annouced, her tone serious and commanding and not taking no for an answer. Stiles head shot up. "What! No. I've never been to a club and what if we can't get in? I don't have an i.d or even a fake one. What if word gets back to my..uncle that I was at some club that I shouldn't be at. I don't even dance!"
"Scarlet. Shut up. Just smile for a picture now would you." Lydia told him, he didn't even notice that Lydia had taken her phone out or that she was trying to take a picture. Stiles sighed and smiled and Lydia snapped the picture. "Beautiful." She commented, it was a good picture to use. "But what if we're caught? I don't know how to lie, I'll get caught. What if we-" "Scarlet!" Stles stopped talking. "What?" He asked. "It's going to be fine. Just relax. We'll be back at your house at seven to get ready. For now, touring the town than the lunch you have to go to." Lydia said, typing away on her phone. Stiles sighed and leaned back against the seat. He had a bad feeling it wasn't gonig to be fine because something always went wrong when he was in a general location. But he did try relaxing. They drove around and it was soon ten to one and Allison had dropped him off at the diner on the edge of town.
But not before Lydia grabbed his phone and programmed her number in, texting her phone so she had the number. "Expect a text later." Lydia said, as Stiles nodded and Allison took off. Stiles shook his head, leaning against a railing, waiting. He still felt a little awkward with the small sex talk with Lydia who seemed to think it was only natural and now he had to wait six more hours until the two dragged him to a club. 'Everything is going to be fine. Everything is going to be fine.' he kept chanting in his mind. Saying it five more times until he saw the sheriff's police curiser pull up into the parking lot. Another minute before it was parked, and the Sheriff was climbing out. dorr closed and heading towards Stiles. "When did you get here?" Stan had asked, ushering Stiles towards the entrance, Stiles complying. "Ten minutes. Allison dropped me off. Oh. Also, I'm hanging with her and Lydia later today." Stiles told him as they seated themselves at a booth where they always use to sit.
"And do what?" Stan asked, taking the side across from his 'niece'. "Movies." Stiles replied, without hesitation. But nope. It was them three and a club full of guys and other girls. Stan was silent for a moment. "Okay." He said, as the menus were placed on the table, drinks ordered and they both ordered their food. Stiles got what he always got here and his dad the same with Stiles pitching in water and a salad. Stan just shook his head. "So how's your mother?" Stan asked, Stiles fingers tapping agains the table stopped. What was the story there? "Okay I guess. Still a little sad when her sister...passed." Stiles said, it was still bringing his actually mother into the conversation and he didn't want to bring any unwanted emotions rsing up. Stan just nodded. Stiles cleared his throat. "So. Sheriff. That's an interesting job you have. Finding any dead bodies?" Stiles asked switching the subject.
His dad had his sheriff face on. "A few but of course I can't reveal anything more than that." He replied, Stiles smiled. "Of course you can't. You're the Sheriff. Some code you have to honor. I bet I could help." Stiles said, smiling slyly trying to figure anything out. Stan laughed slightly, throwing Stiles off a little. "What? What's funny?" Stiles asked, looking around to see if it was anything around them before turning back to his dad. "You." Stan answered, shaking his head. "You're so much like Stiles. I would think you two were twins." Stan commented, Stiles stared at him. "Really?" Was all he got to ask before the food came. Stiles held his dad's food until he ate half the salad and then gave it to him. They ate and talked about pointless things. Something that they use to do. It was a little after an half hour when they left the buidling. Stan looked around. "Where's the jeep?" He asked, he knew she was driving it and it didn't look like she did anything harmful to it. "Told you Allison dropped me off." Stiles replies, heading over to the cruiser. "But you know you'll give me a ride home. Riiiiggghttt." Stiles said, smilnig brightly as the car was unlocked.
-Time skip-
Allison and Lydia were at 'Scarlet's' place and were getting ready. Stiles sitting on his bed in his under garments as Lydia sorted through the clothing. They had redone his hair and make-up. Hair was on soft curls that held tight. "No dresses or skirts at all." Lydia complained until she smiled in victory. "This is perfect!" She exclaimed, tossing Stiles a pair of skinny's that glimmered in the reflecting light of the room and dug through to find a shirt. Stiles stepped into the pants and button them just in time to catch a shirt that Lydia had pulled from her bag. Stiles held it up, It was a half shirt that exposed the shoulders and had short sleeves. Stiles looked at it for a moment more than at Lydia. "You've got to be kidding me. Right?" Stiles questioned her. Lydia shook her head, grabbing the shirt and helping Stiles put it on without disruppting the hair to much. Stiles looked down at himself.
Both were black and both glimmered in the room's light. the pants a silver and the shirt a mix of colors. The half shirt hung just above his belly button. Stiles put a hand over his flat stomach. "Are you trying to set me up to be attacked?" Stiles asked her looking up at her to find black heels in his face. "Put them on." Lydia said, shoving them in his hands. "But I never walked in heels before." Stiles looked at the combat boots he bought. "Can't I wear those instead?" He asked, pointing to them. Lydia looked at the area he was pointing and studying the boots. "Oh yes. You can wear those." She said, taking the heels back. Stiles frowned slightly. What the hell was she planning? Stiles shook his head and slipped on socks then the shoes, lacing them up and tying them up. Putting the cash into a small cut inside the boot where it was hiding, phone in his pocket, keys again on the belt loop.
Lydia held something out to him. He looked at her curiously before taking it. He gawked at it, it was a fake i.d. He read over the information. The address was Lydia's, the birth date was made-up as far as he knew. The gender female, height 5'9', a false i.d. number, the date it expires, and when it was issued, a false signature of the name he was using. Wait a minute. That wasn't the last name he had nor had any say in having. His jaw dropped. "Why did you put Hale!" Stiles questioned her, looking up at her. She had a sly smile on her face. "Cause no one messes with a Hale." Lydia replied cleverly. Stiles look back down at the i.d. Scarlet Hale. "Let's go." Lydia said, Stiles slid the i.d in his back pocket and followed them out. Allison was busy texting Scott, who said they'd meet them there. At least he had someone.
-Club: The Zone-
Allison pulled up next to Scott's mom's car, Stiles' leg had been bouncing the whole way there and well lease to say he was nervous. After all it was a club, fake i.d, along with the get up Lydia had him dressed in. As for the other two girls they were dressed nicely. Allison with a nice black mid-thigh skirt that was laced near the bottom that had small rim stones on it. Her shirt was a loose black and white that was v-cut and short sleeves. Of course she wasn't very exposed because after all Scott was here with her. Lydia on the other hand, wore a nice small dress that was a hot pink. It hugged close to her body and necklaces hung around her neck. Black heels defined her long slender legs and bracelets adored her wrists. Not much make-up on, the lip gloss on her lips sparkled, along with the small amount of eye shadow sparkled as well, hoop earrings. Lydia looked back at Stiles, seeing how nervous that the brunette was.
"Take a few calming breaths. it'll be okay. Look Allison and Scott are waiting for us." Lydia said, pointing to the couple who stood in front of Scott's car. Stiles nodded and took a few breaths calming himself. "I still don't know how to dance." Stiles told her as they climbed out of the car. Lydia turned so she was walking backwards. And at that she was wearing heels. Stiles was surprised she could do that without falling. She gave a wink. "I'll teach ya, but all you gotta remember is to move her hips in a swaying movement and to the beat." Lydia said, turning to walk straight and stepping back and hooking her arm with Stiles. Scott looked at the two and Allison turned the two around and all four headed to the front door where the bouncer was. He asked for i.d all four pulled it out and he looked at them for what seemed like forever.
Slowly handing them back, nodding in to let them in. Stiles took his back and slipped it back into his back pocket, walking in with his three friends. He stopped dead once the were inside. Music loud, lights shifting colors and shining and moving over the dance floor. The bar crowded with people, the dance floor crowded as well and there were few people in the booths. "Allison and I will get the drinks, find an booth." Lydia told them, leaving with Allison to get the drinks. Scott looked at Stiles and motioned towards the back. Stiles nodded and the two made their way to the booth. They sat across from each other, the music seemed to be turned down some which Stiles wasn't sure how they did it. "So Lydia got a hold of you I see. Showing you off." Scott said smirking at his best friend. Stiles scoffed. "Shut up. She's trying along the lines of..."Stiles stopped talking, he didn't want to say what he's been thinking Lydia's plan was and thinking it was one thing but saying it was a completely different matter.
"Lines of what?" Scott asked, raising an eyebrow, Stiles rolled his eyes and sighed. "Don't think you want to know." Stiles told him, Scott shook his head, moving his hand to continue to talk. Stiles groaned. "You actually want to know? Okay fine Lydia's trying to get me laid. By a guy!" Stiles told him, sliding down into the seat, covering his face with his hands. Scott gaped at his friend. "Lydia is actually trying that?" Scott asked in surprise, Stiles could only nodded but took a few breaths and took his hands away from his face, and sitting straight. "What I also think is she's trying to get me jumped by guys. I mean look what she picked out for me to wear. Tried making me wear heels. I got her to agree some how on the boots I bought." Stiles told him, before Scott could answer the girls were back with the drinks.
Lydia placed a tall glass and a shot in front of Stiles, setting down her own and Allison setting her's and Scott's drinks on the table. Lydia plopped down next to Stiles and grabbed her shot and held it up. The other's followed in suit. "To a night of fun." Lydia announced and they all clicked the glasses and drank the shots down. Stiles set his shot glass onto the table and looked around the club, getting nervous again, grabbing the glass and drinking out of it once he looked back at the table. Lydia seemed to have already downed her drink and was jumping to her feet. "Dancing." She said, before she was off to the floor, swaying into the crowd with the beat of the music. Stiles watched for a moment than looked at Allison and Scott, to immediately look away.
Making out already. Stiles sighed and chugged the rest of whatever alcoholic beverage was in the glass and got out of the booth. Taking a deep breath and releasing it he made his way to the floor, swaying in like Lydia had and had immediately found her and she came to him with a smile. Her lips moved but her voice had been drowned out but it looked as if she said 'time for your dance lesson'. But of course Stiles was a hundred percent sure but she had moved behind him, placed her hands on his hips and helped him move them in a swaying motion and was soon moving with her and the music and she had turned around to to face him, arms wrapped around his neck. Guys were drunk, girls were drunk and dancing tightly together and some had given cat calls when the red head and brunette were dancing together.
After what seemed like an hour the two of them went to the bar to get more drinks, Stiles ordered jack daniels and some vodka the guy behind the bar gave him a look, he wasn't sure if it was good or bad but other wise ignored it. He and Lydia had taken their time to drink their beverages and Lydia had been asked to dance with a guy, who she had giggled and said hot before the two disappeared from sight and Stiles shook his head, downing the rest of his jack daniels and starting on the vodka. An older looking guy, probably in his mid-twenties, so well that that old, with dirty blonde hair, a tan and what Stiles would consider thee lacrosse body all his teammates had had taken a seat next to him. Stiles stayed facing the dancing crowd and keeping the glass to his lips and tilting it back to drink the liquid.
"See anything interesting in there sweetheart?" The blonde asked, looking back at the crowd than at Stiles. Stiles shrugged with a smile. "Just trying to figure out how to have fun without my friend trying to push me into it." Stiles answered, draining the rest of his drink. "The one you were dancing with? The red head?" Stiles nodded, and turned to order something random. This was nothing compared to the bottle he drank in the woods trying to get Scott drunk. "She's pretty." Stiles nodded in agreement. "But you're pretty too." The blonde said, Stiles turned to look at him, currently sipping on his new drink. "And who are you?" Stiles questioned, the blonde chuckled lightly. "Dmitrie and your name beautiful?" Dmitrie asked, Stiles rested back against the bar. "Scarlet." Stiles answered finishing off his fourth glass, the shot didn't really count much to him since it was small.
"Wanna dance?" Dmitrie asked, Stiles waited for a minute and shrugged. "Sure why the hell not!" Stiles said, jumping up from his seat and waited on the blonde. Dmitrie looked 'Scarlet' up and down, smiling to himself. "Nice boots." He commented before the music and crowd blocked out any chance of talking and they were dancing together. Stiles wasn't really sober anymore but was aware of what he was doing. So it wasn't all that back, he spotted that Scott and Allison decided to join the dance floor and have some fun other than making-out. Dmitrie was pressed close behind Stiles, hands on hips and moving with the body. It was about a few hours later, a couple breaks with drinks and dancing once again. It was getting late around eleven thirty now and Stiles now was aware it was an all night club until five in the morning. He noted this when there was a different male than the one that had been getting him his drinks.
Stiles had just got done going to the bathroom and washing his hands as he dried his hands, drying the rest of the water off on his pants. Walking out of the bathroom into the hallway that lead back to the bigger area of the club, but he was pushing into a wall, a hand to his throat. Hands shooting up to try and get the arm off his throat. This occurrence was sobering him up faster than anything else. "What the-" The arm pressed in tighter stopping him from speaking. There was a mouth next to his ear now. This guy was built and very strong. "No one can hear you, so don't even try screaming for help."Stiles eyes widened. "It could have been any other girl. But you. You have such a great body and that hair of your's. Just great. But wanna know what's best of all?" The man asked Stiles, easing a bit on the girl's throat. "What?" Stiles croaked out in fear.
"I can tell your a virgin. And virgins are the best." The man whispered in Stiles' ear. Stiles eyes widened and he struggled against the man holding him. No, no, no, no! This could NOT be happening. The man's other hand was resting against Stiles' arm and moved to his side, sliding down and running over the exposed flesh. Stiles stopped dead in his struggled, he could feel the tears welling up in his eyes. This was happening and he was no where near strong enough to stop the man ready to rape him. Finger dipped along his hip bone and moved up again, under neath the shirt. "No." Stiles choked out, tears falling down his face. "Don't worry. It will only hurt at first. It'll get better. I promise." The man said, Stiles whimpered and started to struggled again. He realized something. The position they were in. Stiles moved for a moment and brought his knee up with as much force as it would allow him, but it was enough to catch the man off guard and back away from Stiles, leaning against the opposite wall.
Stiles quickly looked left to right. It was to far back to get into the club and it was closer to the exit, so that's what he took. Ramming into the door and practically tripping and screaming when he heard the man yell out after him. Stiles didn't turn around to see if the man was following him, because you never wanted to do that. Horror movies taught him that, so he kept on running, down the alley and into the empty street. He thanked whatever lord made Lydia agree for him to wear the boots, because he wouldn't have gotten very far in heels. A quick look to left and right, he took off again, he jumped when a gun shot was echoing through the silence. Stiles risked a glance back and the man was right behind him, something glimmering in his hand. Stiles noted it was a gun and picked up his speed. 'oh my god! please don't let this happen! please send someone to help me!" Stiles thought as he continued to run.
He took a turn into the woods and didn't care if tree branches were scratching against his skin. He could hear the man behind him, why was he even chasing Stiles, it wasn't like Stiles saw his face, the guy could have just went back into the club and waited for another girl. But than again Stiles wouldn't want to know someone else was being raped. Stiles ran as fast as he could, the guy didn't fire any more shots and a scream was let out from Stiles as he hit the ground from tripping and trying to scramble to his feet, but the man got to him, flipping him over and pinning him down, gun pressed to his head. "Don't fucking move!" The man shouted at Stiles who didn't listen and was still struggling against him and trying to get away. The tears were renewed and Stiles couldn't move his arms due to them being pinned as well. The man traded the gun for a pocket knife.
"No. No. Please don't. Why me! I'm only seventeen! don't!" Stiles cried out as the man cut the shirt off, that wasn't even his. "Make it better." The man said, Stiles breath hitched. There was nothing he could say to make the guy stop. He tried fighting against the man's leg's to free his arms, a knife to his throat and a small nick he got when struggling stopped him. "That's right. You move any more and I'll cut your throat." he ground out, pressing the knife a little closer. Stiles breath was in shot breaths but his heart was beating fast, the man, he could see due to the moon shining in through the trees. Had a smile on his face, he moved cautiously and he went to start on the teen's pants. Slowly cutting the fabric from the exposed part at the top of the boot.
A vicious growl stopped him when he got to Stiles' knee. Stiles heart leaped in join but his mind told him he probably wouldn't be saved and thought of the Alpha immediately. Stiles let the tears fall and he knew now, either way he was dead. The pressure from the hand that was on his left thigh disappeared along with the knife that was at his leg. Stiles moved to curl in on himself and than a few seconds later when he heard the twigs breaking under paws he got up as fast as he could to run. He got to his feet and started to run but was quickly caught. "No! Mr. Alpha dude, please don't bite me or kill me. I wouldn't make a very good pack member." "Stiles." "I have to take care of my dad. He doesn't have anyone other than me and he won't know what to do if he loses me." "Stiles." "Please just let me go." Stiles cried out, struggling against the arms that encircled him. "STILES!" His name was shouted and he jumped. It came from the body behind him.
He was shaking as he turned around to see who was holding. Electric blue eyes shone in the darkness of the woods. Stiles stared at them for a moment before he realized on who just saved his life. Derek. "De-r-ek" Stiles said, voice cracking as he burst into tears and threw his arms around the body in front of him holding tight. The last time he had cried like this was when his mother died. There was movement as if someone was trying to take something off, than he felt the the warmth that encased his chilled skin. He had even realized he was cold, than arms wrapped around him to keep the jacket's warmth in. They stood like that until Stiles' tears had stopped and it was a little while after he got his heart to fully calm down, never letting Derek go even when his legs gave out, Derek had slowly lowered both of them to the ground.
It was quiet between the two until Derek asked. "Stiles. What happened?" Stiles stayed silent deciding on telling him what happened. A moment more of silence, it seemed Derek wasn't going to push him. "Lydia. She had the idea of going to the club and have some fun. Allison and Scott were there too. It was fine at first. Drinks. -Hey don't give me that look.- Dancing and well having fun. I had a lot to drink. -what did I say?- but I was dancing with this guy but it was all fine. He was nice and all. It was all good for four hours. Four! than a trip to the bathroom fucking ruined it!" Stiles exclaimed, gripping the edges of the jacket and pulling it tighter against himself. "That guy. The one you took off me, had me against a wall, arm against my throat. Telling me...he was going rape me." Stiles shook his head, and bowed his head, hiding his face from Derek's. Even though he was in a girl's body, he was still a man and well men don't cry.
Silence until Stiles continued. "I kneed him. I would have ran back into the club but it was farther away and I proved that when I ran out into the alley. He was a fast runner...so I ran into the woods. Not thinking about the Alpha coming to attack until the growl. That's why..." Stiles trailed off. "that's why you were rambling." Derek finished for him. Stiles weakly nodded, slouching. "I wanna go home." Stiles mumbled, the current events effects crashing on him and the alcohol effects seemed to have crashed down on him as well. Derek helped him stand and helped fix his leather jacket to wear Stiles had his arms through the sleeves and had it zipped up. It was rather big on Stiles but at this moment it really didn't matter. Derek knocked the unnamed guy out and had to get Stiles home safely and let Scott know where his friend was. Derek scooped Stiles up after a little walk that proved to be difficult as Stiles legs were still shaking.
Stiles didn't protest nor say anything else. Derek had made it back to the hale house before walking to his car and setting Stiles down and unlocking the door. Stiles moved to get in and grabbed the door to close it. Derek was soon in the driver's seat and they were on the road. "How do I even tell my dad what happened? I don't even know what the guy fucking looks like." Stiles said as they were getting closer to his house. "I'll drop the guy off at the station. Tell them what he tried to do." Stiles looked at Derek than at his boots. "I don't think that was his first attempt." Stiles said quietly, picking at his fingernails and it was possible true with the way the guy was talking. Derek pulled up in front of Stiles house and sat there, before digging in the glove box and giving Stiles a couple pieces of peppermint gum. "Don't think you want to explain why your breath smells like alcohol. Stiles shook his head, taking the pieces of gum and unwrapping them and popping them into his mouth.
It was silent before Stiles's hand was on the door handle to get out. The tears had dried by now and have stained his face. He looked at his knees and than at Derek. "I..you...Thank you." Stiles said, moving before he could tell his mind no, he hugged Derek awkwardly because of the seats, but none the less and arm wrapped around him to return the hug. Stiles let go and was out of the camaro and was walking up to the house and was threw the door and closing it behind him. It was dark, Stiles was thankful for a moment but figured his dad must've been sleeping, until he saw him walking out of the kitchen munching on a cookie. "hey." Stiles called softly, Stan turned to look at him, cookie in mouth, the look of a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Until he saw what 'Scarlet' looked like. A wreck. he immediately put the cookie down and was walking towards him..
"What happened?' He asked, his Sheriff mode, hands on Stiles' shoulders, nothing it was covered in a leather jacket. Stiles stared at his dad. He couldn't lie, not with this. "I lied. About the movies with Allison and Lydia. We went to a club. We were just having fun until..." "Until what?" Stan questioned, he was impressed she had started it out with 'I lied' but he had a feeling that wasn't important. "I went to the bathroom. Coming out, I was pinned to a wall by this guy. I didn't see his face, I didn't know his voice. He...said he was going to rape me." Stan stared at 'Scarlet' "but he didn't. I kneed him and ran out of the club. For my life and into the woods." "That's dangerous. There was no one else around to help you! There have been animal attacks!" Stan informed the teen girl. "I-I know that's wan't the reason why. I knew someone had to be in there. They had to and well they were. They tore the guy off of me, knocked him out. He said he was going to drop the guy off at the station. Informing them of what he tried." Stiles finished.
Stan studied her, taking in the state she was in and what was on her. Leaves and twigs in her hair that was once curled. Scratches marring her face, neck, and probably her arms too. Tear stained face and a leather jacket that looked strikingly similar to Derek Hale's. "Was it Derek. Derek Hale who helped you?" Stan asked, Stiles nodded and they looked each other in the eyes. Stiles watched his father's expression change to pure confusion. What would get his dad so confused?
"Stiles?"
CLIFF HANGER! OHHHHH YOU KNOW YOU LOVE IT! XD
So this has been the longest chapter compared to the first three and I'm proud of it. I love what Ive done. Anywayyyyyy Chapter four is complete. Tell''s me what you think. Also you have to remember this is written only by me and I have no one who reads through and edits my mistakes so sorry if there is any. I do hoped you enjoyed it. PLEASE REVIEW! 3