Amelia 'Mia' Argent has been raised to fear the supernatural. Coming from a long lineage of werewolf hunters, she is being trained to hunt and one day become the leader of her team. But when her family moves to Beacon Hills in search for an Alpha, t...
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It was Friday, and Mia was in her room, getting ready for Lydia's party, the same one she had no desire to attend. Her only consolation was the fact that there would be alcohol and food there, and she kept repeating this to herself like a mantra as she wrestled with the pale dress shirt she was trying to tuck into her pants.
"You ready?" Allison popped her head into her room. She was dressed in jeans and a button up under a dark jacket. There were bracelets on her wrists and earrings in her ears. She had done extra makeup.
"Are you trying to impress someone?" Mia teased her, grinning. Allison did look beautiful, but that wasn't an unusual sight.
"Maybe," Allison hummed, leaning against the doorframe, "Remember that boy?"
"Puppy boy?" she echoed. She had given him that nickname after seeing how he gaped at Allison every time she passed by.
Allison reached out to swat at her, "Rude, but yes, him. His name is Scott. He's actually picking us up in about ten minutes."
"What, really?"
"Yup! He's really sweet. Please be on your best behavior," she said, "He's already gonna get creeped out by mom and dad, I don't want him to be afraid of you too."
"What? " Mia dragged the word out sarcastically, "I'm the nicest one in this goddamn family."
"Debatable, but thank you," Allison snorted. There was a honk outside, "Oh, it's him. Let's go."
They made their way to the driveway, where an old, busted car was waiting. Scott was sitting inside, looking nervous and awkward in the driver's seat. Mia waited for a few seconds so the two of them could drool over each other and then pushed Allison inside.
The drive to the party was a little painful, but manageable. Scott and Allison talked and mostly left Mia out of the conversation. She was fine with that, though. She already felt like enough of a third wheel.
Mia separated from the two of them as soon as they stepped into the house. She busied herself with a couple of drinks, walking around the house until she felt the warm, familiar buzz of the alcohol kicking in. She grabbed a couple of finger sandwiches (who even has those at a teen party?) and made her way outside.
The backyard had been turned into a makeshift dance floor. There were people everywhere, dancing and laughing. Mia steered clear of them and walked to the corner of the yard where it was a little easier to breathe. She decided she'd be content to just stand in a corner and observe for the rest of the night. She had tried talking to a few people before, but most of them were too drunk to hold a conversation, and her social skills weren't that great anyway.
Mia finished her drink and looked at the sky for a brief moment. She was in a new town, where no one knew her. She hadn't made friends because talking to people seemed impossible. Her little sister had already gotten herself a few friends and a potential boyfriend.
