Cages// Teen Wolf AU

Chapter One

Ten Months Before...

I was never a morning person. In fact, I don't believe that it's a trait I will ever inherit. A muffled groan is the first noise I've made each morning for about nineteen years. It wasn't going to change anytime soon. My hand reaches out and blindly searches for my phone, shutting the device off as I climb out of bed. My feet pad across the room, my hand routinely going for the door knob and pulling it open. The same routine I've been doing since I was ten, always the same. Nothing about my life changes, hell the most exciting thing I've done with myself is move into my own apartment with my best friend. And even calling that fun would be a stretch. 

I walk to the kitchen, my toes curling unwelcoming the cool tile floor. I walk to the coffee pot and press the button for it to turn on, fresh water in coffee grounds filled into the machiene the night before. I lean against the counter, blinking a few times to adjust to the light that fills my kitchen. It's at this time that I realize that water from my shower is running, and I know it isn't Stiles. He isn't up this early, and even if he was he showered the night before. I roll my eyes heading back into my bedroom, slowly getting dressed and making my bed, trying my best to ignore the annoyance that fills me. 

When I'm done I walk back into the living room, seeing Scott walking out of the bathroom, a towel adorning his waist. "Don't you have your own place to live?" I asked pointedly, my eyebrow raising as I stare at him. Scott turns to look at me, his eyes ghost over me and I roll my eyes in annoyance. 

"Alexa, babe where were you. I missed you for our shower date." He says a smirk growing on his face. I raise my middle finger towards him and march into the kitchen allowing myself no time for Scott and his antics. He chuckles loudly, too loudly, and follows me into the kitchen. "Mind pouring me a cup Lexi." He states and I lock my jaw looking over at him.

"If you don't want hot coffee to come flying at your chest, I suggest you get your own damn coffee and never call me Lexi again, unless you have some type of death wish." I tell him and he only smiles more, making me want to smack that smug look off of him. "Go wake up Stiles, he has classes today." I say gesturing to the bedroom and Scott shakes his head,

"Are you ever going to stop parenting that kid?" Scott asks and I shrug taking a sip of my black coffee, making sure I had put the right amount of scoops in from the night before. A habit I picked up on doing for about two years now, beings that one time I had allowed Stiles to make my coffee and it came out too strong. "You're not his mother Lex, don't baby him."

"Maybe if he stopped acting like a child, I wouldn't have to worry about him so much." I retort though none of that is true. Sure Stiles is a little scatterminded but the boy has a good head on his shoulders, I would never stop looking after him. He had always been there for me, this was the least I could do. 

"Whatever you say," Scott says before walking out of the kitchen. I close my eyes and let out a sigh before transferring my black coffee into a travel mug, adding cream to it and twisting the lid on. I look over at the clock that hangs just above the coffee pot, thankful that my time wasn't totally wasted with Scott's presense today. I walk over to the living room, that isn't too far from the kitchen being that our apartment felt as if it were a shoebox. But hey, we were college students living on budgets, what did you expect? I click the television on and turn the news on, checking the weather while I finish getting ready. 

The bathroom is still steamy as I enter it, a scowl forming on my lips as I wipe the residue off of the mirror. I quickly open a drawer and apply minimal make up. Not really sure as to why the hell I wore it anyways, it always bothered me in the end. When I'm done I shove my suppiles back into my bag and place it back into the drawer, opening the mirror and grabbing the mouthwash that sat there next to a tube of toothpaste. I quickly pour myself a capful and toss it back, swishing it around in my mouth before spitting it back out. I turn on the water, waiting for the water to get hot so I can wash my hands, but it never comes. "Scott!" I yell shutting the water off and leaving the bathroom. 

I storm into Stiles' room, already annoyed with how today was looking. If there was one thing people should know not to do it was bother me in the morning. I would be pissed at any other time of the day, but when I just woke up, and my schedule was at a manditory do not screw up, your life might just come to an end. "Stiles, what the hell is Scott doing here?" I asked leaning in the door frame, Stiles rubs his face and shrugs.

"We were drinking last night and he was way too shitfaced to head home." He says and I sigh running my fingers through my hair. Scott sits in the chair by the window, that stupid ass smirk stretching on his lips. I lock my jaw and breathe through my nose slowly. I had four minutes before I needed to be out of this house, and I didn't even have shoes on my feet.

"Scott used up all the hot water," I said narrowing my eyes at him.

"Come on baby that's no fair, I asked if you wanted to join me." He said and I rolled my eyes turning back to Stiles.

"Whatever, I have to go, don't forget you have classes today. Either of you!" I shout the last part as I'm already out of his room and at the end of the hall, slipping my feet into the first pair of shoes that I can find- that don't need to be worn with socks, and head out the door. 

The cold air makes me shudder and try to bury myself further into my coat. I close my eyes reminding myself that I only need to suffer through the harsh winter mornings for a few more weeks, hopefully, as Feburary is just around the corner, and Spring should be following. I run down the steps to the underground subway station, getting myself out of the busy streets of New York, to the calmer environment of the subway station. I let out a breath seeing that it's eight o' six and that the train should be coming any second, glad I don't have to wait any longer that needed. I stand on my feet for a total of seventy eight seconds waiting for the train, letting out a breath when I run into the train, sliding into a seat beside the window. 

The train is practially empty as I make my commute to the school. But there's one person that catches my eye, a body I've never seen take the train before. When you come to the subway station every morning for as long as I have you begin to remember people, and the other regular commuters begin to remember you. Though none of us would dare associate ourselves with one another, we can't help but have some sort of bond if you will. And this guy certainly wasn't apart of it. I looked at him for another few seconds before his head turned in my direction, his eyes locking with mine. My eyes widened in fear I was watched his eyes ghost over me, a shiver running up my spine. 

I held my lip between my teeth, heart beating faster as I watched him mouth the words 'you're mine,' before standing up and walking off of the train. My hands shook as I watched the mysterious stranger walk away. What could he possibly mean? Surely I wouldn't see him again, New York was a big place for two strangers to encounter each other more than once. This bit of information was used as reassurance as I exited the train and made my way up the cement steps and hurried onto campus.

"Seriously, you're going to have to start paying rent." I say seeing Scott lying on my couch aimlessly scrolling through the channels. He looks over at me and rolls his eyes offering me the remote. I shake my head and start to my room. When the door is shut, I throw my schoolbag down and walk over to my bed. My mind begins to fill with the thought of all the work I need to turn in and I curse out loud, staring at the celing. I shake off any thoughts that have to do with today and close my eyes, way too tired to have to worry about any of this now. I feel myself start to fall asleep, shoes on and all.

"Lex, wake up." I hear Stiles yell before my door is opened. I open my eyes, yawning as I see him leaning on my door frame. "We're going to the movies, wanna come?" He asked me and I raised my eye brow silently asking who 'we' is and he nods. "Scott, Isaac, Lydia." He says and I shrug before getting out of bed and tying my hair into a loose ponytail following Stiles out of my room. Scott walks over to me, his arm wrapping around my shoulder. 

"We could always stay back, make a little movie of our own." He says and I roll my eyes. 

"Scott, you're a pig." I say jabbing my fingers into his side causing him to jump back. Stiles lets out a laugh shaking his head and I walk up to him leaving Scott to trail behind. 

"He's never going to learn is he?" Stiles asked and I shook my head.

"Unfortuntley not." I grumble mentally preparing myself for the night ahead.