The darkness within

Chapter 1

WARNING: I do not own any of the characters mentioned. This is a work of fiction based on the series "Teen Wolf" aired in 2011 on MTV. 

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It was Homecoming night for the Beacon Hills High School. Stiles Stilinski was escorting Lydia Martin to the dance, since she and her boyfriend, Jackson, had broken up. That, and because his best friend needed a man on the inside. Scott McCall, Stiles' best friend -and a newly turned werewolf- wasn't actually at the top of his class. Having to choose between the ball and first line in the school's lacrosse team, he had to give one up for the other. He didn't get much of a choice, however; his coach simply wouldn't let him quit. His newfound abilities had transformed him from a bench backup into a star player, and Coach Finstock wasn't planning on letting him go easily. Sure you're wondering, why on Earth would anyone give up an important place on the team for a stupid school dance? Well, Scott had a very serious problem going on; he had a girlfriend, Allison, whom he adored. And with other werewolves and werewolf hunters after his hide, he needed to make sure she would arrive and get to the school safely. Then, he would sneak inside as soon as he could, and go find her. Stiles would keep an eye on her and her 'partner' until Scott arrived.

And this is the part where things get complicated. Remember Jackson, the guy that Stiles' "date" used to be with? Well, that guy was Allison's partner for the dance. Jackson Whittermore was a slimy, arrogant – yet smart – spoilt weasel. He had figured out Scott's furry secret and was trying to use it against him. He was threatening to take Allison away from him by revealing everything to her and soon. But he hadn't included the boy's temper into his equation; Scott had become much more irritable, due to his transformation, and now he was incredibly strong too. Allison had of course no idea about anything and it would stay that way; her boyfriend made sure of it. So, Jackson would pick her up from her house and bring her to the school instead of Scott, which brings all our characters to the Homecoming evening.

This mess had given Stiles the perfect chance to ask out the girl he liked. He had no idea how or why Lydia had agreed to go with him, but he was on cloud nine. He'd liked Lydia since middle school, not because she was popular (maybe a tiny bit because of that too) but for who she was. And honestly, what was not to like about her? She was beautiful, with her strawberry blonde hair that fell perfectly on her shoulders and bounced behind her back as she walked, her honey-hazel eyes with their playful and flaming gaze. And she was as smart as she was pretty; that girl was a human calculator, periodic table, encyclopedia, dictionary... And Stiles, well, he was none of that. He wasn't awful when it came to academics; he scraped through. But that was it. He was just a tiny bit above average, and could never compete with her. Or her ex boyfriend for that matter.

When they arrived at the school, the parking lot was so full Stiles was worried he wouldn't find a parking spot. He eventually found a place a few meters away from the school gate. Just as he turned the engine off, a black Porsche parked a few spots away. Stiles had just helped Lydia off the passenger's seat when a tall blond teenager got out of the Porsche's driver's seat, with a long-haired brunette following shortly after from the other side. Stiles was too busy wrestling with his Jeep's door to notice either them or Lydia, who was left staring at them. The Jeep was very old and it was starting to wear off, one piece at a time. First, the leather covers on the seats, then the headlights, the door hinges, the battery, the exhaust, the engine, and the list went on. The teen had done anything and everything in his – and his wallet's – power to keep it from falling apart. The car's repairs consisted mainly of duct tape, some screws and bolts and (you guessed it) more duct tape. "I have no idea how the hell this thing is still running. One day, I swear, it will explode",  Scott had said after taking a look under the hood. The car belonged to Stiles' late mother and he had no intention of selling it to a junkyard for parts – not yet anyway.

- Come on you damn rusty door, Stiles cursed to himself.

With one final push, he forced the door shut and turned to his "date" for the night, smiling like an idiot. He then realized she was looking at the couple from the Porsche, who were chatting in front of the car. He didn't need to squint his eyes or ask who they were. There was only one guy who was rich and cocky enough to pull up in a Porsche; Jackson Whittermore. Suddenly, he felt something wrapping around his arm and pulling him forward. Lydia was dragging him towards the luxurious black car, as if it were a train she was about to miss.

- Jackson... You look handsome, she said, as if she was disregarding him.

But her voice hid a touch of hope. Jackson smirked at her, as if he was saying "stupid little girl".

- Of course, he replied smugly. "It's Hugo Boss".

He then walked right off, leaving Allison with them. The brunette smiled and waved awkwardly at them and went after Jackson. Lydia was her best friend, but by staying with them she would cause more tension between the ex couple.

Lydia was shocked. She had never been embarrassed like that before. She had been walked out on by her ex-boyfriend for a second time. She closed her eyes, balled her fists, and bit her lower lip to calm down. Stiles was used to Jackson's awful attitude and was almost immune to it, but seeing him treat Lydia like that just drove him nuts! The audacity on this guy was bigger than the Wilshire Grand Center.

- I don't care. I don't want compliments, Lydia muttered. "I will not fall prey to society's desire to turn girls into emotional, insecure neurotics who pull up their dresses at the first flattering remark..."

Stiles had no idea what she was saying, but from what he understood, she was putting up her walls even higher than before. He wasn't sure what to do to help so he decided to tell her what he thought about her. After all, girls liked honesty, right?

- Well, I think you look beautiful, he exclaimed shyly.

Within fragments of a second, Lydia's mood and expression did a whole 180°. It was horrifying and impressive at the same time. One moment, the girl looked like she could kill a man with her bare hands, the other she was smiling softly at him and joy filled her gaze. Stiles didn't know how to react; after all, he hadn't flirted with a girl he really really liked.

- ...Really? she asked.

Stiles nodded a yes, as he crossed his elbow with hers and they both began to walk towards the school gate.