Harper Hale was 10 years old when the Hale house was burnt down. She was taken in by Derek, her older cousin, and they left town for 6 years. Now, she has to navigate Beacon Hills High School, lacrosse, a freshly bitten werewolf, and the Argent Hunt...
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When Harper came to the uncomfortable conclusion she had nothing to actually wear to the party, given her wardrobe consists of two tank tops, a few faded shirts, an abundance of sweaters, and only three pairs of not sweatpants, Derek just chuckles at her. "The hell am I doing? I'm not a party-going person," she huffed, sitting on the couch.
"Up!" he shoos her back towards her room, following. "Alright..." He looks at her spread of clothing. "You're gonna wear your white tank top."
"The one that's inches short?" she frowns.
"Do you trust me?" Derek crosses his arms.
"Not particularly with this," she returns but picks up the top.
"And the black corduroy pants." Harper gives him a skeptical look but takes them. "And this jacket." he hands her a leather jacket. "I know you don't like brand new anything, but I figured it's time."
"For me to have my own leather jacket?"
"Yep. Very important to the Hale brand," he ruffles her hair. "Go shower, pup."
She rolls her eyes and does as told. She showers, blow dries her hair, and puts it into a ponytail. She roots around Laura's makeup, frowning at the selection. "Derek, what color lipstick?"
"Uh, she has-" Derek pauses. "The nude reddish one!" he calls back. Harper also pauses, looking at herself in the mirror. Never has she concerned herself with her looks. Why now? Why?
She sighed, applying the lipstick. She applies some mascara as well and lines her lower waterline with eyeliner - something she had seen Laura do so many times. She sighs to herself, blinking away the tears. She does have to admit, she looks nice. Maybe just okay, but it's definitely a change. Before she can take it off, Derek smiles softly at her.
"It looks nice," he says.
"Looks stupid," Harper sighed, standing straight up. She looks down at her shoulder, smiling at the tattoo there on the skin. She traces it.
"Ready to go?" he asks, and she nods. He hands her the jacket, butter soft under her fingers.
"Yeah, now or never." It was edging 7:30. She's not a fool. She knows Jackson wants to make a fool of her. She was prepared to arrive at not earlier than 8. Derek kisses her head, smiling.
"Do we need to take Fluffy?"
Harper snorts, "No."
The drive is quiet. Harper looked out the window for most of it, contemplating why she was doing this, if she really was doing this.
"You sure this is a good idea?" Derek asks, looking at the fat full moon.
"Yeah. I've got good control." The swollen moon blinks behind a thick grey cloud. It'll rain soon.
"You sure?"
"Very," she nods, opening her palm. Her painted black nails extend into claws with ease and then slip away just as easily.
"Okay. If you see Scott -"
"Keep an eye on him?" she smiles at Derek before leaning over and kissing his cheek. "Absolutely." He grabs her wrist before she can get out of the car.
"This is a nice look."
"What look?"
"A regular teenager. It suits you," he kisses her hair before letting her go. They both get it and head to the yard gate. Derek lingers while Harper goes to find a drink. While she can't get drunk, there is use in pretending for a while, if anything. Scott and Allison arrive before too long, and Harper finds Derek with her eyes. She rolls her eyes and he smirks. A dog barks beside Derek, and he quiets it with a single look. Harper looks around for something, anything, to amuse herself with.
Some guy walks over to her, "Nice jacket."
"Thanks," She returns, looking at him for a moment. He's not unattractive, but that's not why Harper is here, or the way she swings. She turns away, scanning the crowds. Watching Allison.
In the crowd, Allison and Scott start dancing. As they come closer and closer, as Allison starts to smile back at him, the usually timid Scott begins to let go. His hands reach around her waist with the other teens pushing them closer. Bodies pressed against each other, her cheek brushes lightly against his.
Jealous, Harper grabs the boy still trying for her attention, and pulls him to the dance floor. Besides, she needs to keep an eye on Scott.
She pulls the boys - Garret from the team if she remembers correctly - arms tight around her waist. Her eyes remained glued on Allison, but she looks up at Lydia and Jackson too. She was almost waiting for Jackson to notice that Lydia wasn't interested in him at the moment when her eyes met Lydia's. A dare.
Lydia squirms against Jackson, Harper rolls her eyes and detaches from Garret. Instead, she pats his cheek twice. Jackson gets bored in another moment as Harper slides into the place he left.
"Bored?"
"Maybe," Lydia takes her eyes from Scott and Allison and looks at Harper. "Gonna do something about it?"
"Here?" Harper chuckled. "Didn't know you were into that, Martin."
"Please, Hale. Like you could do any better than Jackson."
"And if I can?" Harper returned, raising an eyebrow. Lydia smirked.
"Then we can take this upstairs."
Harper smirked right back, leaning into Lydia's space, "Then keep your eyes on me." She grabbed Lydia's hips and pulled her closer. Harper looks around for a moment. Stiles was watching Scott and Allison, and Scott seemed to be losing control. She should help, and she could. Still jealous, and wanting, Harper turns her attention to Lydia as she presses a barely there kiss to her neck.
"What was that about eyes?" Lydia asks.
Harper looks at her, huffing a breath. "On me," she smirked again.
"Jealous?" Lydia looked at Allison and Scott. Harper digs her fingers more into Lydia's hips and tugs her closer. "Of which one?"
"I'll give Jackson something to be jealous about."
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Derek raises an unimpressed brow at Harper the next morning. She looks back, waiting for him to say anything.
"I was worried."
"I know. I'm sorry," Harper said, though not sounding practically sorry. "I was at the Martian house until 3, came back, and fell asleep."
He huffed softly, eyes soft as they look for injuries. "There were hunters, Harper."
"Are you okay?"
"Thankfully," Derek mutters, shaking his head. "Just listen to me, okay? That means no more full moons alone. You'll spend them here, in the house, okay?"
"Derek."
"Harp," he places his hands on her shoulders before drawing her into a tight hug. "Please, listen to me. I can't lose you too."
