That night, I was sitting in my room, working on Chemistry and thinking about how much I hate Harris. The guy seems to have it out for me, Scott, and Stiles - Stiles most of all. I think he just hates me and my brother by association. Scott was showering next door, getting ready to go to his party-date with Allison. I had been considering going over and striking up a conversation about Allison, hoping it would make him happier and I could find out more about what happened with him and Stiles earlier. I had just settled on introducing the topic by asking how her dog was when I heard the shower come on. So, I had slunk back to my bed to do Chemistry. However, the Chemistry has quickly turned into a Harris Bash. I was just getting to the imagining him dying when I hear Scott cry out next door.
"Mom!"
"Is this a party or a date?" I hear Mom say. I snicker silently to myself.
"Maybe both," Scott answers, his voice deeper and harder to hear through the walls. I stand up and go into full creeper-mode, cracking my door open and pressing my ear to the wall.
"And her name is?" Mom asks.
"Allison," Scott says. I smirk at how dreamy he sounds.
"Allison. Nice," Mom echoes and I pull a face. I hear Scott thank her, but I don't know what for. "We don't need to have a talk, do we?"
"Mom, I'm not having the safe sex talk with you," Scott replies.
"Oh my god!" Mom laughs. "No, I meant about keeping the tank full. Give me those back."
The sound of keys rattling is louder and I know now what he must've thanked her for. I wince at Scott's stupidity - once again.
"Are you serious?" Scott groans.
"You bet your ass I am serious!" Mom says. "I'm not gonna end up on some reality television show with a pregnant sixteen year old. Come on!"
I listen to Scott plead, beg, and bargain for the keys back until Mom finally gives in. My phone beeps and I check the blinking screen. It's a text from Stiles, asking me if I was going to the party. I replied that I wasn't planning to and that, seeing as Scott just left, it's a little late to change my mind.
I toss the phone back down, pulling my hair up into a messy ponytail. I go back to the Chemistry homework at hand. I'm not really a party person anyway. I end up awkwardly standing there and watching everyone move fluidly, wondering what I'm doing wrong. My phone beeps again and I groan, reaching over to check it. It's Stiles offering to give me a ride and telling me he was going to force me to go. I roll my eyes and text him back, making him promise to stick by my side all night. Then, I bounce out of bed and pull on a pair of jeans and a blue tank top. I pull my hair back out of the ponytail I had just put it in and smooth it back down. A horn honks outside and I slide my feet into my sneakers, grabbing my phone and hurrying downstairs.
"I didn't know you were going to the party, too," Mom says from the kitchen.
"Neither did I," I answer. "I'll see you later!"
I close the front door and hurry down the driveway to Stiles' Jeep.
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Fanfiction"Don't be afraid of change. You might lose something good, but you'll gain something better." Emerson McCall is a pretty average high school student. She has one friend she shares with her brother, Scott, and between the two of them, she has all she...
