Author's Note: This was requested by kitticandi who I cannot tag. I know you are all amazed that I am posting before 1 AM, but I wrote this last night. Mystery solved.
QOTD: Favorite Teen Wolf girl?
AOTD: Lydia Martin
You sat in the grass outside of the school with Stiles, waiting for your brother Scott to come out. It was a Saturday, but Scott drank a liter of Pepsi in the car, and couldn't hold it in.
"Hey, cheer up," Stiles said, nudging you with his shoulder. "You did fine."
"Sure I did," you mumbled.
Scott had been taking you to train with Derek, and you had hardly made any progress. You could hardly even get your claws to come out, and today, you sparred with Derek. Needless to say, it went horribly.
"You don't need to focus on learning everything so fast. You... shit."
"What did you just call me?"
Stiles lifted his finger in response, and your eyes followed it to Aiden, walking across the street.
"Shit," you agreed.
"Is he coming over here?"
"Stiles, run. Go get Scott."
"I'm not leaving you-"
"Run!" You roared, flashing your yellow eyes.
"Yeah, okay," Stiles said, turning around so fast that he fell on his face. "I'm good."
You waited until Stiles was inside the school to meet Aiden half way.
"Boyfriend not helping you?" He taunted.
"Are you here to talk or fight?"
Aiden answered by punching you in the face. You stumbled, but didn't fall. You tried to punch him back, but he grabbed your fist, and broke your arm. You screamed in pain, and Aiden chuckled. You opened and closed your other fist, trying to find your claws. Aiden took notice of what you were doing.
"You're nothing without Scott, are you?" He asked.
"You're talking to me about being useless without my brother?" You asked, finally finding your claws, and slashing him across the face. Then, using your unbroken arm, you punched his throat. Both of his hands went to his neck, and you grabbed him by the shoulders, head butting him. He fell to the ground, unconscious.
"[Y/N]!" Stiles yelled. You turned to see him and Scott running towards you.
"Scott, where the hell were you?" You asked, gingerly holding your arm.
"Sorry, I was peeing and then I got on Twitter," he said, inspecting your injury. "You'll be fine. It'll heal."
"I just had to fight Aiden by myself!"
"Yeah, and you totally kicked his ass," Stiles raised his hand, expecting a high five.
"My arm is broken!" You yelled, and he lowered it.
"Claws," Scott raised his eyebrows. "You got your claws to come out."
"I guess it happens when I'm in mortal danger and my idiot brother is taking a piss!"
"[Y/N], don't you realize how big this is?" Stiles asked. "You could totally beat Derek now."
"I doubt it."
"I don't! Look at you. Your a badass, butt kicking, super hot werewolf."
"Careful," Scott warned.
"Sorry," Stiles apologized. "Totally not hot."
"You really think so? I mean, about the badass part. Not the not hot part."
"I really think so, and you are hot."
Scott growled.
"Not," Stiles said.
"Thanks, Stiles," you said, pecking his cheek.
Scott gave you a look that could kill.
"What? It wasn't on the lips," you said.
"Come on," Stiles said. "Let's get out of here before Aiden wakes up."
