The New Pack

:::Passion:::

It was four in the morning when I woke up. I turned to see Stiles peacefully sleeping. I felt bad for having to wake him up, but we had school.
"Stiles, c'mon." I said, standing up and going to the jar. I could tell the dog tags were finished so I grabbed them out of the jar. I began to grab all the materials and shove them into a bag.
"Oh shit, what time is it?" Stiles said in a sleepy tone.
"Four."
He got up slowly and lazily began to help me. "I didn't realize we fell asleep." He said, squinting through blurry morning vision.
I smirked and grabbed the bag, then began walking through the way we came in. He followed.
"How do you feel?" I asked.
He seemed to think for a moment. "Actually, that's the best sleep I've had in a long time."
I smiled, "I knew you would have needed the rest given you only slept two hours, so I...worked some magic." I winked at him. He looked confused.
"Well...thanks." He finally said with a grin. It took awhile, but we finally found my jeep and climbed in. I headed towards Stiles' house.
"I had a good time." Stiles said with a grin.
"Me too."
It was silent for awhile as I turned into his neighborhood.
"Excited for your first lacrosse game?" He asked.
I bit my lip, "A little nervous to be honest."
He smirked, "you'll do great."
I smiled at him as I turned on his street. His dad's car was still there.
"See you later?" I asked as he got out. He looked through the passenger door window and gave me a cheeky grin, "see you later, Billinski."
I laughed and watched him walk away, then began to head home.

The ride was short, and I was thankful to have made it inside without anyone asking where I have been. I quickly made my way to the bathroom and took a nice long, hot shower as I thought about the night I had.

I think Ava Bellemoore is in love with a human.

:::Stiles Stillinski:::

I stood in the shower as I thought about Ava. I smiled.
How did this even happen? I met her just yesterday, and the same night I was running around town with this girl in the middle of the night.
What was with her in the dream? Was it really her, or my imagination? I remember her playfully coming up to me, her hands traveling down my body. Did she feel the same way I did?
What exactly did I feel?
I gulped. She was mysterious and confident and gorgeous and saw the bright side in almost everything. And sure, now to think about the things she did - the people she killed - it scared me. A little, I mean. And it should scare me a lot. I mean, killing just by singing and thinking of them? That's...that's terrifying.
And yet, I didn't think she was scary. Well, maybe when she was angry judging by how Scott described her with Theo.
And damn. Ava sure made a scene for her first day. She came in with a bang. She cracked Theo's wrist, knowing he was bad, and then she ended the night with an even bigger bang. With me.
Why me?
Why did she choose  me, of all people? I was only human. I was nothing really special. And yet, she looked up at me with those bright blue eyes and told me what she thought about me.
I was shocked to say the least. I was amazed, dumbfounded. I didn't know what to think, exactly.
But I liked her. I liked how she was dangerously confident and outgoing. I liked her blue eyes that look like they are glowing. I like her pale lips that are always curled into a smile, that look so soft. I like how she smells like chocolate strawberries and mint. I like the way her black hair falls down in shiny waves, even when she just wakes up in the middle of the woods.
I like how she seems to know everything about everyone and anything even though she's only been in this town for four - now five - days.
I like how nothing seems to effect her much, and the way she seems to manipulate her own emotions to solve the problem. How she goes above and beyond for anyone she cared about. How she jumps at opportunities just...because she wants to.
I like how she takes charge of her life and cares about people, even though she seems to have amazing, powerful abilities.
I...liked her. A lot. Maybe even loved her. Maybe I was over my head for this girl, but I liked her already.
And what were we? Friends? Something more? The way she could come up to me and touch me like it's normal, tease me like it's ordinary. The way she could crawl in my window and easily get me to come out, do crazy things and chase my fears away.
I loved the way she calmed me down. The state of panic was severe, and all she did was touch me and everything was...OK.
It was perfectly OK.
It was perfect.

I sighed heavily as I turned the shower head off and stepped out.
Today I would see Ava Bellemoore again. Would I act like nothing happened? Would Scott find out?
I gulped.
Would he be mad I "slept" with the enemy? The girl he wasn't sure if was good?
My heart sank as I wrapped the towel around my waist and headed towards my room.