Nobody in the room could pinpoint the exact moment of when the screaming match between you and Theo had broken out. Maybe it was when you snickered at Stiles' snark-filled remark about how Theo was literally always checking his hair in any reflective surface. Or maybe it was after that, when Theo replied with a quick, "Well, you would be doing all of us a favor if you actually looked in a mirror every once in awhile."
Either way, both of you were now on opposite ends of the room, shouting louder and louder with each passing second, growing more and more pissed off with each obscene exchange between the two of you.
"Who the hell even are you?" You yelled, strongly resisting the urge to hurl one of Melissa McCall's vases across the room, knowing you wouldn't miss. But you didn't because you were polite enough to respect her wishes (she was practically your mother, after all), even if your fists were itching to throw something. "You waltz back into town after, what, eight years? And then you expect everyone to just kiss your ass because the glorious Theo Raeken is back and more self-obsessed than ever? Get the fuck out of here!"
It was safe to say that the entire pack actually dropped their jaws, straight onto the floor. Theo grit his teeth, jaw clenched with evident anger as he launched into another argument. "I'm trying to help everybody! You, on the other hand, just bitch at people!"
"The only person I bitch at is you, you self-righteous dick!" He had barely summoned the words to force out a witty comeback before you started up again. "You know what? Who are you actually helping? Because if I'm not mistaken, things started going to shit after you showed up. That's pretty freaking shady, if you ask me! This town has had enough trouble to last a lifetime, and then you show up after things finally start getting good again - you show up and everything just goes wrong! Why are you back here, Theo? What are you good for besides putting gel in your precious hair and bragging about how many people you've 'saved'?"
You were panting now, slightly out of breath from the incessantly long rampage that you had just went on. Stiles was looking back and forth between you and Theo as if watching a tennis match. Scott was worrying at his bottom lip, waiting anxiously for Theo's own blowup as Kira mimicked Stiles' actions, appearing more nervous than intrigued. Malia looked thoroughly entertained, a small smirk playing on her lips. Lydia clearly wanted to leave, not wanting to get in the middle of a furious werewolf and an equally furious teenage girl with a kickass right hook; though Liam was the opposite, a part of him wanting to break up the fight before anyone got hurt.
"Oh, you think I'm the useless one? That's cute, Y/N, really cute," he repeated, though his tone implied that what you had said was anything but cute. "What do you do, may I ask? I mean, I know you sit at home watching your stupid and pointless TV shows while everyone else is out doing the actual fighting, but besides that, what do you really do? Nothing, in case you didn't know the answer. You do nothing." He stopped with a smug smile flashed in your direction, and for the first time that night, you were at a lost for words.
Your shoulders visibly slumped, losing its formerly defensive stance. You swallowed back any tears that threatened to spill out, but your eyes were so watery that it was difficult to see.
"Uh, too far, Raeken," Stiles murmured unhelpfully from his spot on the couch.
You pushed past Theo, nearly shoving him into the wall. "You're such an asshole," you muttered angrily, your voice cracking slightly as you marched out Scott's door and took off into the night.
Theo immediately regretted his words, a small sigh escaping his lips as he watched you rush off without another word.
"I'll go get her," Liam offered, standing and beginning to lace his sneakers back up. Theo shook his head, giving the younger boy a small, sad smile.
"I should do it," he said quietly, grabbing his jacket from the hook beside the door and heading off after you.
***
You were sitting on the ground beside the lack, knees pulled up to your chest in an effort to warm yourself up. You didn't know why you had chosen to stop there, of all places, because it was even more freezing than the rest of Beacon Hills. Theo had tried to be silent, but he stepped on a branch, and you whipped your head around sharply at the sound.
"I'm not in the mood to fight right now, Theo. Try me tomorrow," you said, your voice lacking its usual enthusiastic sarcasm. That was when he knew that he had really messed up, because you were almost always up for the challenge of who could outwit the other.
He came to sit down beside you, and you visibly moved over. "I didn't mean to make you cry," he said softly, drumming his fingers on his thigh. You rolled your eyes.
"I don't cry over stupid boys, Raeken. Especially not you. I cry when I'm frustrated and angry, but it isn't over you expressively, if that makes any sense." You glanced over at him, to see if he would roll his eyes right back or scoff. He didn't, he only shrugged.
"I get it, you're not crying because we fought. You're crying because I said stupid shit that I didn't mean," he replied, handing you his jacket. "You're shivering, by the way. I don't want you to catch a cold."
"Thanks," you mumbled, hugging it closer to you. It was warm, and you were thankful. "Anyway, I said some stupid shit, too. I was kind of a bitch, I'll admit it. But you -"
"I was kind of a douchebag," he agreed, laughing to himself. You laughed with him this time, instead of at him, like all the other times. "But, you're not useless. I didn't mean that. You're extremely smart, you're quick-witted, and you're pretty damn strong. I don't know why I said you were useless, I don't think that at all."
"Ah, well, it's not like I go on missions very much. You guys do the fighting most of the time, really."
"Yeah, well, we just don't want you to get hurt. We'd feel terrible about it. Myself included," he added, slinging an arm across your shoulders. He waited for you to shrug him off, to push him into the lake or something like that, but you genuinely grinned at him.
"You're not so bad," you admitted, missing the real smile he flashed at you, "that is, when you're actually talking to me instead of screaming at me."
"You know, I don't think you're awful, either." He stared at you thoughtfully for a moment. "In fact, I can't remember what we were even fighting about."
"Oh, well it was that -"
"Let's not ruin the moment," he joked, squeezing your shoulders. You nodded, not wanting to ruin this peaceful moment yet, wanting it to stay like this for a little while longer.
