𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗬𝗢𝗨 ── 𝘚.𝘚𝘛𝘐𝘓𝘐𝘕𝘚𝘒𝘐

♡ 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗪𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗬-𝗧𝗪𝗢 ♡

♡ 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ♡
𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 twenty-two

green with envy 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

DALLAS SAT backseat of Allison's car, listening intently to the conspiracies they had for the weird bruises on their wrists. "I don't know, It doesn't look like anything unusual to me."

Lydia nodded along with her before the huntress spoke over the two. "It's a pattern. It means something."

"And you really think Scott's gonna know what it is?" Lydia quirked a brow while Allison stiffened at the mere mention of her ex-boyfriend. 

"No, but he might know someone who does." She glanced in her review mirror and noticed how Dallie narrowed her eyes at her. 

She leaned forward between their seats, "How are you so sure that it means anything at all? All I see are fingerprints. Girl probably had a killer grip." 

The strawberry blonde scoffed at her best friend and hummed. "You got that right. I'm sure I heard a few veins pop."

"Guys, listen. That girl wasn't just looking for Scott. It was like she needed to find him... Like she had to. That means something." Allison clutched her steering wheel tightly. Her tires screeched against the asphalt which caused the siren to fall back into her seat, clutching her ears.

"Easy on the brakes, baby driver." She hissed. "I've got sensitive hearing lately."

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Stiles Stilinski marched down the foreign streets of Beacon Hills with his best friend and tried to control his anxiety. "You heard what Derek said, right?"

"I did. I was there." Scott replied, shoving his hands into his pockets. 

"So, it wasn't a fever dream?" The boy cocked a brow. He hadn't seen Dallie since before summer break, but all he could do was think of her. Even during their time off.

"No. Again, I was there." he stopped mid-walk. "Unless you dream about me."

Stiles gave him a peculiar look. "No. Just Dallas."

"You're gross, Stiles. You really are." Scott McCall rolled his eyes and continued walking to another highschool's party.

"Those dreams might turn into nightmares now, cause according to Wikipedia, Sirens eat people, Scott." He audibly freaked out, whisper yelling to the Lycan. "Especially men!"

"Derek said she hasn't even began changing yet, so you're worrying over nothing."

"Yeah, Scott, cause that gives me a real confidence boost." He pulled the werewolf's arm. "What if.. What if I go to kiss her and she goes all Hannibal Lector on me?"

"Then at least you died doing something you love." Scott patted the Stilinski's back and approached the party. "What are we even doing here, anyway? It feels weird being at another high school's party."

"I went to nursery school with this girl, okay? She promised to introduce us to all her friends." He dropped his hands to his sides. "So tonight, no Allison and no Dallas. Tonight, we're moving on."

They both stared out to the house party, everybody swaying with their drinks in their hands and arms in the air. The whole room reeked of cologne and cigarette smoke which made the werewolf wince slightly. "Stiles!" A blonde girl turned her back to greet the boy, but as he opened his arms for a hug she pecked her lips on his.

His eyes widened and Scott stood behind him with his jaw practically on the floor. Stiles' mind felt cloudy until she spoke again. "So glad that you made it. Come downstairs with me and help me pick out a bottle of wine." The blonde nodded her head to the cellar. 

"Yes." Stiles blabbered out as she grabbed his hand. He shot a confused look to Scott who watched him be dragged away by the birthday girl. The Lycan ignored more calls from his ex-girlfriend why the blonde pulled Stiles down the cellar stairs. 

The lighting was dim and shelves of wine stood stacked beside eachother. The girl pulled the boy into one of the aisles and ignored his mumbling. "Hey, remember when we were little kids and we used to come down here all the time and then-" he was cut off when she crashed her lips against his. He didnt understand the sudden affection, but welcomed it nonetheless. The blonde pulled away and raised a brow at his stuttering. "Yeah, we never did that."

"Stiles," she pulled his hand along with her again as they ventured deeper into the cellar. "I just turned 17 today." she bit down on her lip. "Do you know what I want for my birthday?"

"Uh, a bike?" 

She giggled at him and kicked her heels off before kissing him again. She pulled at his belt as his heartbeat picked up. "Have you never done it before either?" The birthday girl stared up at him as he shook his head no. "Do you want to?" The blonde chuckled as he nodded this time.

 She gave him a knowing look. "My brother has some in the upstairs bathroom." 

Stiles knew exactly what she was talking about and knitted his eyebrows. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." She waited for him to move but he didn't. "You should go get them. Go."

He clambered up the stairs within seconds and pushed away the guilty feeling in his gut. Meanwhile, outside, Scott McCall stood before Lydia Martin, Dallas Garcia and Allison Argent. 

"This isn't the talk we were gonna have, is it?"

Ally shook her head and dropped her gaze to the floor. She pulled the cloth from her wrist and swallowed. "I need to show you something." He stared down at her wrist, which had half of a symbol bruised across it. 

Dallas noticed the tension and cleared her throat. "Im just gonna.." She pointed to the front door of the party and nodded. "Yeah." she avoided Lydia's pleading look and left. Swinging the door open, she brushed past the dancing teenagers and made her way to the kitchen. She found it quite troublesome, however, as the teenagers were pushing and throwing themselves into her as they danced. She continued pushing her way through the crowd as her body practically craved a drink. 

She hissed as her body came into contact with another. She almost fell over until the person helped steady herself. "Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going-" she glanced up at the boy, who was none other than Stiles Stilinski. "Dallie?"

He looked different. He no longer had his signature buzzcut, but let his hair grow out over the summer. It suited him better and only made her crush even harder. His brown eyes gleamed underneath the dim party light as his thick eyebrows furrowed. The brunette opened her mouth to speak but her eyes dropped to what he was holding. A lump formed in her throat as she saw the condom in his hands. He was here with somebody else. And what they had planned on doing? It made her chest feel heavy and she grew sick with jealousy.

He glanced to where she was looking and tripped over his sentences. "This isn't.. I wasn't.. Dallie-" 

She cut him off by inhaling sharply. "Congratulations, Stilinski." she bit back the bitter feelings and patted him on the shoulder. "Go, I don't wanna keep you waiting."

Before he could object, she disappeared into the crowd. He opted to run after her, but he hissed silently and continued rushing downstairs back to the cellar. 

"Okay," He called out from the top of the basement stairs. "I only got one, but uh-" he came to a standstill as he reached the bottom of the stairwell. The blonde was no longer there. "Heather?" He called out, but received no response. He noticed a singular shoe in the middle of the room and picked it up. He let out a disappointed huff and dropped his hands to his sides. 

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The tension was thick as Derek Hale stood beside Scott McCall, while the rest of the gang sat inside an empty classrooms. Allison had her wrists stationed next to Lydia's while Dallas tried to ignore Stiles' reaccuring looks. "I don't see anything." he deadpanned while the latina rolled her eyes. 

"Look again." Scott clenched his uneven jaw at the Alpha. 

"How is a bruise gonna tell me where Boyd and Erica are?" He glared towards Allison and it didn't falter as her ex spoke up.

"It's the same on both sides." He excused. "Exactly the same."

Derek continued his sour look on Ally which Dallie noticed. "It's nothing."

"Pareidolia." The Siren spoke up which gained their attention. "Seeing patterns that aren't there." She watched Derek quirked an eyebrow at her. "What? Lydia's like, an encyclopedia at this point. Very informative."

"They're trying to help." Scott turned to his Alpha while Lydia gave a cutesy grin to her best friend. 

"These three?" He nodded to the girls. "This one practically helped build the kanima, great taste in guys, by the way." He pointed Lydia. "This one, who shot about 30 arrows into me and my pack," he nodded at Allison, before finally setting his eyes on Dallas. "And this one? I don't even want to imagine the amount of horror that James is gonna rain down on me when he finds out you're getting yourself involved in this. So, thanks for that."

"Okay, all right, now, come on." Stiles broke the silence while Dallie narrowed her eyes at the werewolf. "No one died, all right?"

"I did." Dallie reminded Derek. "Yeah, forget how about your psycho uncle ripped my throat out? Thanks for that." 

Lydia frowned at her best friend and tried to suppress the guilt that overtook her on that fateful day. She was without her ride-or-die for merely hours and her whole world had already began to collapse. 

Derek let out a leavy breath and finally gave in. Stiles took a look at Dallas' neck, which no longer had any sort of scar or graze. Almost as if the bite had never happened. "That girl was looking for Scott. I'm here to help you."

"You wanna help?" The Alpha leaned forward. "Find something real." he turned to leave but Scott pulled him aside. 

The man awaited an answer from the teen wolf. "Give her a chance." Scott mumbled out. "Okay? They're on our side now."  

"Well, then maybe you should tell her what her mother was actually trying to do that night." He hinted at how he found Scott at the hands of Victoria Argent who had filled the air with wolfsbane in an attempt to kill Scott. Derek had no choice but to bite her, and the woman eventually had to take her life to stop herself from transforming. Derek Hale left the classroom without another word.  

Dallie rolled her eyes at his sourness and sighed. "Cheery as always."

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"No, I'm telling you. Whatever chance I had with Dallie? Completely out of the window."  Stiles blabbed to his best friend who seemed to be in a world of his own.

"And you know this because?"

"She saw me at the party with a condom in my hands and I'm pretty sure she was certain what it was for." The Sheriff's teenager cursed harshly at himself.

"Yeah, but its not like anything was happening between you two yet. You still have time." Scott tried to comfort his best friend but it fell rather flat.

Stiles nodded along, "Yeah.." he swallowed. "Except, I almost kissed her."

Scott widened his brown eyes and pulled at his shoulder. "What? What do you mean you 'almost kissed her'?" 

The human scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "Well, you know when you kiss someone but you dont get the chance to actually kiss them? That."

"When?" Was all Scott could muster out.

"Right before summer break." He hissed out, already aware of the mess that he had planted himself in with Heather. 

"Oh, dude. You are so screwed." 

Nearby, Dallas and Lydia were having a similar conversation. 

"Do you ever, like, really like a guy and you're hoping that something could happen?" Dallas rambled to Lydia who hummed along. "But then you find out he's actually sleeping with another girl?"

Lydia sent her a crazed look. "Oh my god, who?" She hissed. 

"Not important." Dallie let out a lovesick grumble and held her books tight to her chest. "But I almost.. sort of.. kissed him, but now I think he's just playing with my head." Lydia noticed the dreaded look of pain of her childhood friend's face and grew bitter.

"Well, I think you can do way better than him. Whoever he is." She nudged her best friend. "Speaking of people who can do better, I think I've found my distraction"  She nodded to the leather-wrapped twins as they passed through the halls. Lydia stared directly at one of them, who caught her eye and gave her a long stare. Not only was she staring, but Scott was too, but for a whole other reason. 

"Scott!" Stiles yelped. "You coming?" The boy shook his head and continued to walk to class with his buddy, unable to shake the sick feeling that the twins gave off.

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Coach Finstock slammed a book on his desk and stood before the array of teenagers. "The Stock Market.." He spoke loudly and clearly which made Danny jump from beside Dallas. "Is based on two principles. What are they?"

A few rows in behind Dallas sat Scott and Stiles. The McCall raised his hands but Coach brushed it off. "Yes, McCall, you can go to the bathroom." he dropped his hand and knitted his eyebrows. "Anybody else?"

"No, Coach, I know the answer." Scott spoke up. 

 Finstock's wheezing laughter caught everybody off guard as he tried to compose himself. He dropped his amused face and cleared his throat. "You're serious?"

Danny and Dallie turned around to face the boy, as did the whole class. "Yes. Risk and Reward." 

Coach let out a gasp as the latina chuckled at him. "Wow! Who are you and what have you done to McCall?" he treaded over to his desk. "Don't answer that. I like you better." A puppy dog grin sat on Scott's face as he enjoyed the praise. 

"Anybody have a quarter?" He was cut off by the rummaging in Stiles' pocket.

"Yup!" He dug through his pocket but instead of the coin, the condom from the party came flying out onto the floor. The whole class watched as the XXL condom fell to the floor with minimal noise. Dallie's jaw clenched at the sight of it and Coach Finstock seemed unsure on how to approach the awkward situation. He leant forward and scooped it from the floor. 

"Stilinski, I think you.." He trailed off, passing it to the boy who grew red with embarrassment. He stole a look at the Garcia who turned around in her chair and avoided his look. Atleast she knew it went unused, right? Still, his positivity seemed useless. "Dropped this.. and congratulations."

He then walked back up the aisles between the desks and caught the Siren's attention. "Garcia, got a quarter?"

"Got many." She dug through her purse and ignored the burning stare of Stiles in the back of her head. "Here." she passed the teacher a coin as the classroom snickered at the Stilinski. 

"Atta girl." He took the quarter and lifted it high in the air. "Put the quarter in the mug, win the reward." he placed the cup on the floor and crouched meters in front of it. "Okay, kids, watch Coach." 

He flicked the edge of the coin with his thumb and watched as the quarter jumped into the 'Coach Rules!' mug. He earned an applause from the class and soaked up the glory. "And that's how you do it!"

"Okay, Danny!" he pulled out a random name and laid eyes on the boy. "Risk or reward?"

Dallas gave him a knowing look, aware of what exactly he was about to say. "What's the reward?"

Coach pretended to think for a moment. "You don't have to take the pop quiz tomorrow." 

Danny cocked his head to the side. "Coach, I don't think it qualifies as a pop quiz if you tell us about it." 

Coach Finstock pulled the coin away with a large huff. "You know, Danny, I really expect more from you at this point."  He then moved his way down the class and placed the coin on McCall's desk instead.

"Risk or reward?" Scott picked up the coin and examined it. "The risk is, if you don't put that quarter in the mug, you have to take the pop.. the quiz." he paused. "And.. And you have to write an essay!"

"Risk, more work." He clutched his fist in one hand. "Reward, no work at all." He clutched the other one. He noticed his silence and backed away. "Or, choose not to play."

"But isn't this just chance?"

"No." The Coach deadpanned. "You know your abilities, your coordination, your focus, past experience.  All factors affecting the outcome."  Scott picked up the coin and saw it gleamed underneath the school lights. "So, what it gonna be, McCall? More work, no work, or choose not to play?"

"No play." The boy stated flatly and dropped the coin onto his textbook. Coach respected his decision and glimpsed across the room.

"Okay. Who's next?"

When no hands raised, Stiles slammed his hands against his desk excitedly. Proving himself to Dallie was one step closer to being forgiven by her. He wanted that more anything. "There you go! There's a gambling man!" Coach cheered on. "Come on, step up!"

At the front of the class, Dallie stared blankly at Stiles as he positioned himself in front of the cup. He felt the heavy weight of the coin in his hand and the anxiety in his chest. Before he could flick it, however, his father stepped in. 

"Stiles."

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