c h a p t e r f o u r t y
raving

Friday night eventually rolled around and Harper had managed to convince her grandma to let her go out. Of course she didn't tell Rose that she was going to a secret undergound rave— no, instead she told her that there was a study group going on at the library and Harris had recommended that she should go.

The Verum girl had even gone as far as to write a fake letter, just so Rose couldn't say no. Rose had gone to bed early that night so Harper immediately began to get ready. She dressed up a little bit more than usual, since she needed to blend in with everybody else at the rave.

Harper wore a short, black skirt and a white crop top. She put her oversized denim jacket on top and a pair of her favourite Doc Martens. She left her honey brown hair half up half down and did some dark lipstick and added a burgandy eyeshadow to her crease.

She couldn't be bothered to put her full effort into her effort, especially since Matt was taking her and not Stiles. She waited on the doorstep so that Matt wouldn't wake up her grandma when he knocked on the door.

A black car suddenly pulled up in front of her driveway, causing her to let out a sigh. She stood up and forced a smile at Matt, waving as she climbed into the passenger seat of his car.

"Hey, Matt." She greeted, attempting to make a light of the situation by being nice to him.

"Hey." Matt smiled, his eyes flickering from her face to her body. "You look great."

Harper smiled a little, "thank you."

Harper hated the way his blue eyes gazed for way too long around her breast area, especially when she leaned over to get her seatbelt and buckle herself in. She inwardly shuddered and sent him an extra fake smile, causing him to look away.

The blue eyed boy cleared his throat before he began to drive down the road. "So," he began. "Your boyfriend, Stiles, right?"

"Right..." Harper nodded, unsure of where he was going.

"You two aren't serious, right? I mean, just a question. Y'know, just wanted to know." He spoke awkwardly, his fingers tightening around the steering wheel as if they were slipping.

Harper nodded, frowning. "Yeah, we're serious." She explained. "Very serious."

God, she wanted to get out of this car. Every time his eyes landed on her it felt like a hundred dirty hands were touching her, totally invading her space and making her feel physically sick. She couldn't for the life of her understand why she felt that way.

Maybe it was the guilt of knowing that Stiles wasn't the one taking her out, when she knew that he wanted to. But she knew somehow it was deeper than that. Something was off about Matt, other than his creepy stares and obnoxious smirks.

"Oh," Matt sounded dissapointed. "I mean, wasn't he mad that you agreed to go on a date with another guy?" His eyebrows furrowed together.

Harper was caught off gaurd by his question. She definitely remembered telling him that they were going just as friends, but either he was completely ignorant or he didn't speak English.

The brunette chuckled nervously. "It's not really a date if we're just friends." She forced a smile at him. "Because that's what we are. Just friends."

Matt cleared his throat, swallowing thickly. "Right," he nodded, as if trying to convince himself of the truth.

His blue eyes stared at the road in front of them as he carried on driving, and Harper could have sworn that she saw his left eye twitch a little. Shuddering a bit, Harper leaned her head against the window and began to listen to the music that was playing out of his speakers.

She realised that the music coming out of the old speakers was not the radio, and in fact a CD. Harper leaned forward a little when a second The Neighbourhood song began to play.

"You like The Neighbourhood?" She attempted to make small talk, unable to keep the awkward silence any longer. "They're my favourite band."

Matt sent her a small smile. "I know," he muttered, his eyes widening upon realising what he had just announced. "I mean, I think I heard you talking about them once. I totally didn't buy their CD because I know you like them. Definitely not. That would be extremely weird."

Harper's nose crinkled up. "Yeah. That would be kind of weird..." She trailed off.

He was so obvious it hurt.

Matt finally pulled up in the car park of where the underground was being held, much to Harper's relief. Once she climbed out she felt like kissing the ground, just thankful that she was no longer stuck in that car with him.

She shut the door and turned around, her eyes quickly making eye contact with somebody across the car park standing in front of a baby blue jeep. Stiles. His hazel eyes bored into hers as he stopped half way through getting something out the back of his car.

His eyes immediately softened upon seeing his girlfriend, and it was like time had frozen for the both of them. Harper raised her hand to wave when Matt appeared suddenly in front of her, a smirk on his face. She missed the way Stiles glared at the boy's back.

Matt held his arm out. "You ready, milady?" He spoke in a fake English accent, causing Harper to fake a chuckle.

The amount of times that somebody had tried to impersonate her accent since she had moved to America began to get tiring a long time ago.

"That was terrible." She reluctantly linked her arm with his. "You definitely should work on your accent skills."

He took her words as flirting.

Matt smirked a little more. "Yeah, well maybe hanging around you more often will help me with my English accent skills." He tried to flirt, causing Harper to inwardly cringe.

"Maybe." She sighed, looking over her shoulder one last time at her boyfriend before disappearing inside.

...

Harper groaned as a body slammed into her hands, sending her straight into Matt's chest. He chuckled as he caught her, though Harper barely heard him over the loud music and obnoxious cheering. His hands slid up from her arms to her shoulders as he pulled her away from him.

She forced a smile as she bobbed a little to the thumping bass of the electronic music, trying hard not to bump into anybody else again. It was hard when there were about three hundred people surrounding her, all drunkenly jumping up and down and cheering.

Turns out, raves certainly are not Harper's thing.

Matt frowned at her. "You're not enjoying this, are you?" He questioned sadly upon seeing the distant look on her face.

Harper shrugged. "Sorry. I probably should have told you that I don't like being in crowds." She chuckled nervously as somebody else bumped into her, causing her to fall into Matt yet again.

She stumbled backwards away from him, his hands still on her arms. He looked down at her, his lips twitching up into a smirk.

"You really need to stop falling for me." He flirted badly, before he leaned down.

His lips were on hers suddenly, causing her to freeze up. It only lasted for about two seconds before Harper pulled away, glaring madly at the boy in front of her. She lifted her hands up and shoved him harshly, his body crashing into the people behind him.

"I have a boyfriend, jerk." She yelled above the music.

Suddenly a hand was on her shoulder. "Yeah, she has a boyfriend, asshole."

Harper looked up and smiled fondly at Stiles, who wouldn't stop glaring at Matt. Matt held his hands up in defence as Stiles grabbed Harper's hand, pulling her away from the young photographer.

His face was red and his jaw was clenched, the hand that Harper wasn't holding was balled up into a tightly clenched fist. Harper squeezed his hand comfortingly, ignoring an aching feeling in her chest. It felt tight, like it was on fire.

"Did you do it?" Harper yelled, distracting Stiles from his anger and her feelings, "Did you complete the circle of mountain ash?"

Stiles nodded, trying to focus on their supernatural problem instead of the fact that he had just witnessed another guy kiss his girlfriend. He was still red with anger though. In fact, if he was a cartoon character, he would most definitely have steam coming from his ears.

Meanwhile, Harper's nose felt like she had just sniffed one of those bath bombs at Lush way too hard, and her head felt kind of dizzy. Was she connecting to someone on drugs? Was this what it felt like?

"Yeah." He called back. "Isaac injected Jackson with the ketamine. They're in the room in the back. C'mon."

He lead her to a door and as soon as he opened it, two people got ready to fling themselves at him. Stiles quickly put his hands up in defence, his eyes bulging out of their sockets.

"No, no, no, no!" He yelled at Isaac and Erica. "It's just us, just me and Harper. Don't freak."

Harper closed the door behind them, shutting out almost all of the music, the aching feeling that had spread to her lungs dying down. She raised an eyebrow at Jackson who was slumped unconscious in a stray plastic chair in the middle of the small room.

"Is he okay?" She went forward to poke him, but Stiles grabbed her wrist, gently pulling her back.

"Well... let's find out." Isaac swiped his werewolf claws out, lifting them to slice Jackson's chest when Jackson's hand suddenly flung out, grabbing a hold of Isaac's arm.

Isaac whimpered as Jackson twisted it, a crunching noise filling the room, Harper's entire face scrunching up at the displeasure-able sound. Isaac continued to groan and pant until Jackson finally released him. Harper realised that he had been unconscious the entire time, his arm just falling back down limply onto his lap.

"Okay, no one does anything like that again, okay?" Stiles pointed at the three of them.

Isaac continued to fuss over his arm. "Ugh, I thought the ketamine was supposed to put him out." He hissed from the pain, sitting down in a chair in the corner, hunched over.

Harper sighed. "I think this is the best that we're going to get." She muttered in annoyance, gesturing towards Jackson. "I think all we can do is hope that whoever is controlling him decided to show up tonight."

The brunette moved to help Isaac when Jackson's eyes suddenly snapped open.

"I'm here." His voice came out robotic, and it was obvious that he was being controlled. "I'm right here with you."

All four teenager's heads whirled around to look at him, their eyes wide as they budged closer together, confused and scared.

An overwhelming feeling suddenly hit Harper, and it was like she couldn't breathe. A dark mist suddenly rolled into the room from underneath the door, causing her to look at it. Harper silently slipped out of the room, following it with wide eyes, as if she was in some sort of trance.

It lead her down a couple of meandering hallways, until she finally reached a door. She snapped out of her daze, blinking quickly and shaking her head. The black mist suddenly disappeared, but she knew it had lead her to the door in front of her.

Her breathing had become even more scarce as her hand touched the door knob. She twisted it, immediately gasping at the sight in front of her. Scott was sprawled out on a wooden bench almost unconscious as Victoria Argent crouched above him, an evil smirk on her face.

Harper could smell wolfsbane in the air, her gaze flickering over to a machine that Harper had seen American teenagers put marijuana in in the movies. But, instead of the drug, Victoria had put wolfsbane inside, and was quickly poisoning the werewolf.

Victoria's eyes snapped up to face Harper, a smirk crossing her face. "Ah." She sighed as the teenage girl dropped to the ground, wheezing. "Two birds, one stone."

She quickly moved forward and grabbed Harper's arms, dragging her into the room and leaving her weak body beside Scott's. She locked the door behind her and crouched down beside Harper.

"What are you?" She glared at the teenage girl, causing Harper to wince.

"British." She muttered sarcastically, gasping for air straight afterwards.

Victoria chuckled dryly. "Do you really think that you are in a position to be making jokes, Harper? Me either. Now, you're going to tell me what you are."

Harper's eyes flickered shut momentarily before she answered. "Empath." Her voice was barely above a murmur.

She would have shot another sarcastic comment, telling her she was a Sagittarius instead, but she was too tired.

Victoria's lips tugged up into a smirk. "The last Empath ever. How lucky am I? This is a privilege, honestly. Do you know how much my hunting status will improve when they find out I wiped out the last of the Empaths? That I deleted an entire species of supernatural creatures?"

Harper didn't reply, feeling her body grow weaker as Scott's did.

"Stop." Scott chocked, his eyes flashing yellow as his hands curled around the sides of the bench he was on. His claws extended as he scratched the sides, grunting in pain.

"Alpha, Beta, but what are you, Scott?" Victoria mocked as she walked around the room, her heels clicking on the pavement below her. "Omega. Don't you know the lone wolf never survives without a pack? I've heard the cry of an omega. It's a miserable sound. The howl of a lone wolf."

"I'm not." Scott muttered softly, his claws scraping next to Harper's head, the noise echoing in her ears along with everything else.

"What?" Confusion and urgency laced Victoria's tone. "What is it?"

"I'm not... alone." He muttered, his head lifting up until his back arched and he let out a loud roar.

The noise stung Harper's ears and she whimpered, using everything she had inside her to lift her hands up and cover her ears. Her body curled up in pain, sweat dripping from her forehead. His roar turned into coughing and whimpering and he fell to the ground, choking.

"Harper..." Scott whispered, wheezing. "I'm sorry..."

The dying brunette had no chance to reply as the door slammed open. She could faintly make out Derek and Victoria as they began to fight, Derek weaker than usual due to the heavy amount of wolfsbane in the air. Victoria attacked him with a knife, the two of them wrestling for control.

A ringing noise went through Harper's ears and suddenly she couldn't hear anything anymore. Arms were suddenly wrapped around her and pulling her away, her lungs immediately taking in the fresh air. She glanced across at Scott, seeing him unconscious in Derek's arms.

Stiles had his arms around Harper as she coughed, her forehead leaning against his chest and her eyes squeezed shut. He stroked her hair as she moved her head to face Scott.

"Is he okay?" She asked Derek tiredly. "Is he breathing?"

Derek nodded. "He'll be fine. Stiles, take Harper home." He jerked his head towards Stiles' jeep. "I'm taking Scott to Deaton."

As Derek began to pull the unconscious werewolf away, Stiles turned to Harper and released the heavy sigh that he had been holding in. It truly terrified him every time his girlfriend was hurt- which had been a lot lately, considering her brand new supernatural powers.

"You really need to stop almost dying." Stiles muttered as he helped her to her feet. "It's honestly really not good for my mental health."

Harper winced, "sorry."

The boy with the buzz cut just shook his head and began to guide her towards his jeep slowly. He didn't want to rush her.

"Scott's gonna be okay, right?" Harper turned to him once she had buckled into her seat inside the jeep.

Stiles started the engine before looking at her. "Of course." Stiles nodded firmly, "Scott always pulls through."

The couple remained in silence as Stiles drove the blue jeep out of the car park. The radio wasn't even on, so the only noise was the sound of the jeep on the ground beneath it.

"I saw the way you pushed Matt." Stiles glanced at her quickly. "Not gonna lie, it was kinda hot."

Harper chuckled, blushing a little. "Really?" She raised a dark brow.

Stiles nodded, "yeah. It's probably a good thing you pushed him too, because if I had of gotten by hands on that piece of-"

Harper grabbed his hand when she saw how it was clenching the steering wheel with such force his knuckles were turning white. His jaw was clenched and his hazel eyes were squinted as he glared at the road in front of him.

"Woah, woah, woah. Hold your horses, Stilinski. No need to go hurting anyone, I had everything under control." Harper reminded him calmly.

Stiles raised his eyebrows. "What if someone kissed me?" He quizzed.

Harper's fists clenched at the thought and she immediately turned to face him.

"Did someone kiss you? Who? God, I'll kill them." Her eyebrows were furrowed together as she thought deeply. "Was it-"

"It was a question, Harps." Stiles cut her off, laughing.

Seeing her get jealous and protective made him feel better. He knew Harper would never betray him, but his insecurities always got the best of him. He was constantly worried that she would find someone better than him. Someone more attractive, someone good at lacrosse, someone smarter, kinder, funnier.

Harper blushed deeply. "Great." She muttered sarcastically. "Now I look like an idiot. But for the record, if a girl ever kissed you, I'd deal with it in a calm and rational manner."

Stiles raised a brow. "Really? Cause the way you acted before says otherwise, and-"

"Okay, okay." Harper admitted, "I would probably get very angry and upset, and depending on who it was that kissed you, I might have to get Lydia on them."

Stiles faked horror, "no, please! Anything but Lydia!"

Harper laughed, "hey, she can be really scary sometimes."

Stiles shuddered visibly. "Oh, trust me, I know. When she found out we were dating she cornered me in the halls and threatened to chop off my manly area if I ever broke your heart. I think I peed a little."

Harper laughed, "gross, Sti." She paused. "She did that?"

The Stilinski boy nodded. "Mm-mhm. And till this day she still glares at me when I see her at school."

Harper smiled softly, "bless her."

"Bless her?" Stiles scoffed. "She's Satan in heels."

Harper rolled her eyes, smiling. "She's a good friend."

They didn't say anything for a while, the two of them enjoying the peaceful silence that had fallen between them. Luckily, silence was never awkward between the pair.

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the past couple of months i hadn't really been obsessed with teen wolf as much as i was, but suddenly i got this rush when i realised hOW MUCH I LOVE MIECZYSLAW STILINSKI AND ISAAC LAHEY AND MALIA AND ALLISON AND SCOTT AND DEREK AND LIAM AND LYDIA AND EVERY ONE ELSE HOLY SHI—

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