W H I R L W I N D | T. Wolf [1]

s c e n e ix

that part with the questionable encounter
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Beacon Hills, California
October 24, 2012

Sommer was leaned against her Impala outside the two level house that had only one light on: the upstairs room with open blinds and All Time Low blasting through the speakers.

She could hear the off-key scratching noise of the boy trying desperately to sing along as she thought about her next move.

It'd been a couple of days since the two idiots of Beacon Hills had the Hales arrested and as the days passed by, Sommer's anger brewed.

She knew she probably shouldn't murder him in his own house; being as his father's the Sheriff...

But that doesn't mean she can't screw with him a little bit..

So, she walked up the driveway to the front door, her left hand bunching into a fist before pounding on the wood, listening to the footsteps bounding down the staircase before she hid on the side of the house.

She heard the door open as the boy's voice mumbled, "Hello?"

His whiskey colored eyes scanning the front yard with a frown; no one in sight.

He shook his head and slammed the door closed before he ran back up the stairs to his room, leaving Sommer to snigger to herself from the porch.

She backed away enough to look up to the window, noticing it had been open for air, and an idea came to mind.

This time, she rang the doorbell, and as she heard the boy's sigh from upstairs she latched on to the side of the house before beginning her climb toward the window skillfully.

By the time Stiles had the front door open again, the brunette was already in his room successfully; walking toward the corner to take after her big brother.

She looked down at her phone and turned it on silent; the time reading 11:54pm.

She heard the boy stomp back into his room, muttering curses to himself before he sat back at his computer to continue his movie.

She focused on the screen and saw that he was watching Paranormal Activity: an evil thought running through her mind.

She looked around her hiding spot and noticed a small Star Wars pillow sitting next to her.

She smirked darkly before she chucked the piece of furniture toward his desk, watching as the boy jumped in horror and turned around; his eyes meeting with the icy blue ones that belonged to Sommer Hale.

A noise escaped his throat and he stood up tensely, eyes wide as he stuttered out, "Wha-What are you doing here?!"

Sommer chuckled darkly and shrugged, stepping out of the corner to sit on his bed casually.

"Jail got a little boring, ya know? Oh, and your dad isn't too friendly with suspected murderers."

The boy swallowed thickly and scratched the back of his neck nervously.

"Uh, y-yeah.. About th-that.."

"What, Stiles?" She spat out with a glare, crossing her arms while he twitched in his spot.

His mind reeled with possible excuses he could feed her, but he knew she wouldn't buy into them.

She could hear his heart hammering from there.

"I'm sorry." The words came out more as a question as he made eye contact with her; the girl holding her glare toward him harshly and hatefully.

Sommer smirked, "I just find it funny that you and that pup executed a whole plan to get my brother and I arrested for murder.. Oh! And not just any murder!"

Stiles flinched as her voice got sweeter, his face scrunching up.

Sommer stood up, arms still crossed over her chest as she continued.

"The murder of our older sister! One of our only living relatives."

Stiles scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment, nodding. "Y-Yeah.. I'm uh, I'm still sorry about that.."

"I don't care how sorry you are, Stilinski! That was fucked up and uncalled for! I don't care how much you hate us; but don't ruin our character like that. Now the whole Beacon Hills Sheriffs Office thinks I'm an accomplice to the murder of my own sister!"

Stiles cringed again as she yelled; her face red in anger.

He nodded, "Yeah, well you were ruled out-"

"Because they miraculously found wolf hairs on her body, Stiles!"

They were silent a moment as she breathed heavily, trying to calm herself.

Stiles couldn't help the curious question from escaping his lips, though. "Do you turn into a wolf too?"

The death stare she sent his way made his eyes cast down to avoid contact, unconsciously backing away as she felt her hands shake.

"No, Stiles." She spat out before walking toward his window, "I'm not an alpha."

And with that, she had vanished out the window, leaving Stiles shaken and confused as to what just happened...