More than the sidekick

I am the Queen! Step aside Peasant!

It was the remaining ten minutes of lunch and neither of us had made a sour face from all the warheads we had stuffed in our mouths. i was giggling as Stiles eye were watering and he was trying to stop himself from making a sour face, but soon made one. we had a crown, from one of the show bags, for the winner and i was eyeing that piece of plastic.

he gagged and made a weird, revolting sound. i didn't mind it, seeing at how i shot up, fist pumping the air. i made a wooing sound, but it sounded weird with a mouth full of warheads. i grabbed one of the empty show bags and spat all of them out, my actions followed by Stiles.

"I AM THE QUEEN! STEP ASIDE PEASANT!!!" i shouted, while pointing at Stiles who was laughing

i looked around to see a buff guy walking past. he had a lacrosse jersey on.

"OI! YOU YOUNG SIR! CROWN YOUR QUEEN!!!" i pointed at him

he walked over, grabbed the crown and setted it down on my head. he puckered his lips, but i just pushed him away with my hand, as i got up on my chair.

"BOW DOWN TO YOUR QUEEN!" i giggled

Stiles bowed down childishly, but everybody else just looked at me weirdly. the bell went and i sighed.

"That was a fun game..." i turned to Stiles "You make games fun"

he shrugged as i got down and grabbed my bag. i grabbed all the show bags and threw them in the bin

it was the end of school and i was walking out with Stiles, when he asked me a question.

"You wanna come over?"

"To your house? Sure, got nothing better to do than watch movies all day..." i smiled

we walked over to his Blue Jeep and he offered me a ride. but i waved him off and got into my 1967 pontiac GTO next to his Jeep. he gaped at the car and i groaned.

"I'm not a spoilt brat... all of the time" i said

he shook it off and got into his car. i followed him out of school and sooner or later we were parked outside an average looking home. i got out of my car and stepped up to Stiles. i looked around.

"Nice" i smile

"Thanks"

"what's your dad do?" i ask suddenly

"He is the sheriff"

"That's so cool! how many 419's does he get?" i asked, interested

Stiles frowned at me "Do you know what a 419 is?"

i scoffed "yes! it's a dead human body"

Stiles looked impressed and i grinned. we walked into his room and i instantly saw a lot of movies, comic books and video games. not to mention clothes... but not much different from my room.

we were talking when we heard a knock on his door. his head snapped up to the door as it was opened to reveal a man who looked to be in his late 40's. that must be his dad. his dad stepped in to see me and he looked over at his son confused.

"Hi, I'm Charlie, it's nice to meet you" i waved slightly

Stiles' dad nodded to me, then looked back at Stiles, with a 'I already know what your going to say look'. stiles stopped fiddling with what was in his hands as well he stopped swaying in his wheely chair.

"Please tell me I'm gonna hear good news at this parent/teacher thing tonight" His dad sighed

"Depends on how you define "Good News"" he shrugged uncapping whatever was in his hands

"I define it as you getting straight A's with no behavioural issues"

Stiles facial expression changed to one that someone would put on if they saw someone fall down the stairs in a cartoon.

"You might wanna rethink that definition..."

His dad sighed again, shaking his head "enough said"

He walked out and Stiles dipped is head, then sighed looking over at me

"Sorry about that"

i waved him off absent-mindedly.

i look around and realise that he had a lot of stuff tapped to his walls about werewolves and myths about them and junk. i frowned as i got up and eyes a few on the wall closest to me.

i point at it and give Stiles my signature right eyebrow lift.

"why do you have so much history on werewolves and myths about them?"

he looked at me shocked and his lips fell agape like they do when he's concentrating on something or when he's trying to think of an excuse.

i smirk "I wonder... your not one are you?"

he laughed, but humour was in it "No not me"

i frowned at that sentence, but let it drop for now. i don't mean to startle him or anything, but there is such thing as werewolves and i know about them cause i few of my best friends were werewolves... hence the word 'Were'.

The only friend that had survived... well lets just say that friend is me... I'm a werewolf and i have never shown that side of me since that night.

and let me tell you this it is not fun... not fun at all.