Welcome to Beacon Hills (Stiles Fanfiction)

Chapter Eight- Some Guy Named Bruce... and a Drawing

"I can't believe you two went into the woods," Lydia shook her head, examining her refection in the mirror. Allison and I were discussing last night's events when Lydia walked up, hearing the last few bits and instantly demanding what we did last night. We were in the girl's bathroom catching up Lydia which didn't take much time. "What if whoever killed the girl was in there?"

"Well, nothing out of the ordinary happened," I shrugged, glancing over at Allison. She had Scott's sweatshirt in her backpack and was planning on giving it back to him during our next class. "We didn't see anything."

"But still," Lydia shook her head, finally turning to face us. "Anyway, you guys want to go shopping after school or something?" 

"I can't," I shook my head as Allison agreed. "I still have to unpack a few things," I explained. "And I think my dad wants a little family time before he works the night shift tonight." 

"Well, that sucks," Lydia nodded apologetically before smiling over at Allison. "It'll be fun! I can help you with your wardrobe!" 

Allison began to open her mouth just as the bell rang. The three of us gathered up our things and headed out in single file. Allison gave me a look that I interpreted as "GO TO THE MALL!" but I just shook my head. I didn't really tell Allison but I overheard my dad on the phone with another doctor from the doctor saying that, since they couldn't find the other body, they were going to pack everything up from the woods and focus more on the half that they did have. After school I was going to go out in the woods and check to see if I could find anything out of the ordinary... by myself. 

As soon as I sat in my seat behind Stiles, he whipped around and had an eager look on his face. He looked more like a puppy than a person with his expression. 

"Did you hear?" he instantly asked, glancing over at Scott who had immediately leaned over to talk to Allison. "They quit trying to find the other half."

"Yeah, I heard my dad talking about it," I nodded, playing with the spiral binding on my notebook suddenly losing confidence in my plan. "I don't know, Stiles... if professionals aren't able to find the other body, why do you think we can?"

"They haven't quit trying to find her altogether," Stiles explained, twisting further in his seat to be more comfortable. "They just gathered all the information from the half that we did find. Detectives and the police are still going to be walking around the woods for a few more days and, if they don't find the other half, they slowly start to dissapate."

"So, they're still trying to find the rest of the girl?" I clarified, relaxing slightly. "Do you think the wolf... ate... the other half or something?"

"Maybe," Stiles shrugged, thinking this over. "That would suck though. I really want to find the other half. Are you going out again later tonight?"

"I might," I nodded. "I found one of my old black hoodies so I'm going to go out around seven, when my dad leaves for work. Are you going to go out?" 

"I might," Stiles nodded. "But my dad got super pissed at me last night. I didn't tell him where I was going so he was basically freaking out the whole hour or so I wasn't with him. I'm gonna have to sneak out!" 

I was about to say more when the teacher walked in, demanding for us to pay attention to her. I looked at the back of Stiles's head, forlorn. Our conversations always seemed too short to me. I glanced around the room and made eye contact with Lydia who pointedly looked over at Stiles, then back over at me, shaking her head. I guess she saw our conversation, or at least parts of it, and wasn't impressed. I quickly turned away and began doodling on my notebook.

Halfway through class I was still doodling. I was picturing Scott's eyes during practice yesterday and drew random things around it. When I was finished, I held it up to get a good look at it. Now, I'm not much of a drawer but I had to say, my drawing was scary good. Actually... it was scary and good. I tapped Stiles's shoulder and when he turned around I angled the drawing so he could see it better. He had a smirk on his face, but, when he turned around, the smirk fell into a frown. I looked down at the wolf I had drawn and wondered if it somehow offended him? I mean, the wolf was sort of grinning, but it was more of a "Hey, let's be friends!" kind of grin, not a "Hey, I'm going to eat you!" one. 

"What's wrong with my drawing?" I finally asked Stiles when the bell rang. 

"Nothing," Stiles shook his head. Scott popped up and set a hand on his shoulder, giving him one of his many serious looks I've become accustomed to seeing. "I've got to go."

"Oh," I nodded, Stiles and Scott already turning away. "Bye."

Stiles waved a hand over his shoulder, already turning  a corner. I tried to turn around but immediately bumped into Lydia, who, even though she was glaring at me, looked beyond perfect. She grabbed my arm and pulled me into a small alcove where a few lockers were located. We were alone in the space but people were passing us in the main hallway, a few of them looked into the room and looked away quickly, probably sensing Lydia.

"Why," Lydia took a deep breath, her eyes closed, "Do you insist on talking to him?"

"Who?" I asked. Then, stupidly, I realized the only guy I've talked to that she's seen was Stiles. "Oh. Stiles?"

"Yes, Stiles!" Lydia opened her eyes, and shook her head. "He's not the ideal guy. He won't help you throughout high school. Focus on the athletes or at least someone attractive."

"He's not bad looking," I defended, thinking back to his nice, deep eyes and his smirk. 

"He's not good looking either," Lydia shook her head. I looked down at my feet and suddenly I felt Lydia set a hand on my shoulder. I looked up at her eyes that softened a bit as she looked back at me. "I'm trying to help you here, Amisa. You're new so you don't get how some of the things here work. You're from Wisconsin, for crying out loud! Just stick to what I say and you'll be fine."

I glanced down at my feet and tried not to say anything. If she said I couldn't even talk to Stiles I don't know what I'm going to do. Lydia's been semi-nice to me, and she was one of the first people I talked to and had a conversation with. But Stiles was... Stiles. He was funny and nice and smart. I could be friends with both of them. Lydia didn't dictate who I talked to. 

"Oh, and I forgot to tell you!" Lydia instantly perked up. "I'm sure you've found out that Allison is going to go out with Scott (Don't know why)! I've decided that it's going to be a double date. Her, Scott, me, and Jackson. I suggested to Jackson that we could set you up on a blind date and I have the perfect guy! He's on the Lacrosse team and is a year above us! I brought it up with him and he agreed! Wanna go?"

I didn't know what to say. She's trying to set me up with some senior? I don't know anyone in this school except for four people! What if this guy was a jerk? What if he thought me being clumsy was a deal breaker? What if he was clumsier than me? Alright... never mind... I don't think anyone's clumsier than me. What if I hit him with a golf club? Would he get really pissed and stuff? What if, if we ever get married, he doesn't like it when I accidentally attack him or something like I did with Stiles two times already? 

"Um," I rocked back and forth on the heels of my  feet. My mind was racing. "I'm not sure... when is it?"

"Tomorrow at the bowling alley," Lydia grinned. 

"Tomorrow," I repeated. "At the bowling alley."

"Yes," Lydia rolled her eyes, "God, Amisa. Are you going to go or not?"

"Um," I looked over at the now empty hallway. "I don't think I can. My dad..."

"Ah, yes," Lydia nodded, examining her nails. "Your dad. Well, Bruce will be disappointed."

BRUCE?! Wait. Lydia picked out a guy whose name was Bruce. Not that there's anything wrong with the name Bruce... it's just... not my favorite name. It's too grown up for me. I need a name that I'll remember. 

"Poor Bruce," I nodded, trying to hold back the sarcasticness in my voice. "Well... I better go put my stuff in my locker."

"Yeah, okay," Lydia nodded. "See you at lunch."

I nodded and walked back to my locker...

God. Bruce?!...........................................................