Imagines [Book Four]

SoA & Teen Wolf [Gen Fic] pt. 1

"Nope." You shake your head. "The only Hale's I know of are me and my brother, and we reside in Beacon Hills. We don't have any other family."

The men seem to relax at that and Jax finally releases your hand. You then shove both your hands in your back pockets. "So the tune-up?"

"Yeah. Uh, we can do it. Might take a couple of hours, depending on what needs to be replaced and that's after we finish the car we're working on right now."

"That's fine. I'm in no rush."

"Then you're gonna wanna go see my mom so she can take down your info. Name's Gemma. She's in the office."

"Thanks." You take your right hand out of your back pocket and dig into your front pocket for the keys. You toss them up in the air and Juice is quick to catch them.

"I'll take those," he says.

You laugh and then make your way towards the garage, eying the part of it where it's obviously a place to hangout for them. You continue walking, heading for the door that's partially opened on the opposite end of the garage where you can hear someone inside.

You knock on the door jamb, waiting for permission to enter.

"Yeah? Come in." You push the door further open, flashing a sheepish smile when the elder brunette looks up from shuffling a few papers behind a desk. She looks you up and down, sizing you up with a haughty expression on her face, and raises an eyebrow at you. "What can I do for you?"

"Jax told me to meet with you so you can take down my info. They're gonna do a tune-up on my car."

She sighs and gestures to the chair across from her. "Have a seat." She grabs a paper from one of the desk drawers and clicks open a pen. "Name, number, make and model of car." As you rattle off the information to the woman, you watch as she scribbles it all down. "That's a nice car you got there. Might need more than the usual tune-up."

"Like I told your son, money is no issue. I'm good for it."

She huffs. "Are you sure mommy and daddy aren't gonna pitch a fit for spending their cash?"

You grin at the cattiness in her tone. "Unfortunately, mommy and daddy have no say in how I spend their life insurance money." Gemma pauses and glances up at you, expression torn between indifference and guilt. You shrug, flashing her a grin to let her know you're not offended. "When a psychotic bitch locks your family in your family home and burns it all to the ground, you tend to have more money than you know what to do with."

"Jesus, honey, I didn't-"

"It's okay," you assure her. "I forget not everyone knows about my family tragedy. It was a big deal in Beacon Hills and even to this day everyone still kind of looks at me and brother with pity in their eyes." Gemma still doesn't say anything and you clap your hands on your thighs. "So, uh, if that's all then I'm gonna go take a lap around the town. Any specific stores I should hit up?"

"Uh, there's a good milkshake shop in the middle of town."

"Thanks. I'll be sure to swing by. If you need me to head back, you have my number on file now. If not, I hope it's okay I hang out by one of those picnic tables later if the boys aren't done by the time I come back."

"Sure. Picnic tables are fair game."

"Awesome. Is there a number for a cab around these parts?" Gemma quickly jots down a number and you take the sticky note, smiling. "Thanks. If that's all, I'll see you later."

"Sure thing, sweetheart."

As you walk back out through the garage, you see that your car has been pulled into one of the stalls, but the boys are working on the car they had previously been working on before you interrupted them. You wave when they look up and continue on until you're standing outside the gates, leaning on the fence and calling for a cab.