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LACROSSE FIELD:

AALIYAH was pissed off.

Not a normal pissed but she was beginning to regret waking up in the first place.

Her uncle basically advised her to keep an on Scott.

Even Derek did the same, somehow he had apprehended her number and tried to threaten her into observing Scott.

She didn't take his threats seriously because why would she?

He was a beta, and betas' in her eyes are just followers that could never hold power over her.

After all, she is a demigod.

But she knew that since Scott had been freshly turned into a wolf, he had no clue what he was doing.

He had no guidance, which explained why he was still taking part in lacrosse practice.

So she was sitting on the bleachers with an irritated expression.

She had just finished her cheerleading practice, and she could not be bothered to change, so she forced Jackson to give her his jacket.

She of course had her own but she put all her belongings in the car so she didn't have to carry them around.

Luckily Jackson was sufficiently bigger than her so his jacket looked very oversized on her small form.

Coach always let her sit in the private practice sessions because she was his favourite student, he didn't even bother hiding it.

He shot glares at any of the boys who stared at her too long and threatened to extend practice.

The McCall boy was lost in his own mind, not paying attention to the field in the slightest, he failed to notice the other players backing up behind him. "McCall, let's go!" Coach yelled, snapping Scott out of his thoughts, making him aware that he was at the start of the line. "Get it together kid."

Aaliyah winced when Coach tossed the ball, and Scott went for the shot. But Jackson came at him with a volley of slap checks.

"Still want to be first-line, McCall?" The Whittemore boy laughed.

Aaliyah Suppressed a chuckle and quickly took a picture of the chaotic scene and sent It to her cousin.

SplashMountain 💦
he looks hot, but traash, so he's hot trashhh . he should giveee up on his dræms.
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AJ⚡️
You're soo dyslexic, it hurts

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she looked up from her phone and noticed Scott's aura change significantly.

His brown eyes flashed yellow, not that anyone could see.

Aaliyah reluctantly raised from her seat and stood closer to the field, watching as Coach walked over to Scott.

She knew that if he wolfed out, he would risk everything, including her safety.

"McCall, my grandmother can move faster than that and she's dead! Can you move faster than the lifeless corpse of my dead grandmother, McCall?"

"Yes, Coach."

"I can't hear you."

"Yes, Coach!"

"Then do it again!" Coach said and Scott went back to the start of the line.

Aaliyah subconsciously moved closer to Stiles who looked at his best friend with worry.

He had already done a lot of research on wolves, hoping that Scott would do the same, but it was clear he didn't or they wouldn't be in this tense situation.

He jumped when he felt the demigod's presence, he went to go and say something to his crush, their last interaction didn't leave his mind, but the whistle blew, causing him to snap his head towards the field again.

An oblivious Jackson goes for a cross-check, heading for Scott with his stick horizontal even as the smaller boy hurtles toward him with vicious speed.

They collide like two goats locking horns. Both go down, Jackson yelling as he hit the ground. The sickening sound of bone dislodging from the socket sent a cringe through Coach.

"Oh shit," Aaliyah muttered, she ran out onto the field, needing to check on her friend, the other players moved out of the way to allow her to come through.

Stiles did the same with his.

"J," she cringed when he kept groaning in agony, coach joined her as he tried to move his arm, "I think it's broken."

Jackson glared at a panting Scott and then began to wail, "I think I'm dying."

"Drama queen." the Jones girl scoffed and looked forward to Danny who was running over.

He discarded his helmet, and started down at the arm, "hospital?" The demi nodded.

Coach looked between all of them, with a pained expression, "Yes take him, but if they say it's broken, act like they didn't okay?" he pleaded.

He couldn't afford his star player to be injured.

Aaliyah sighed and ignored her friend's groans, "Coach..."

"Just say it isn't because I don't want any negativity in my life."

"Understandable". And with that, she and Danny quickly picked Jackson up.

She knew she could've used her powers to ease the pain, but he still hadn't given her back her headphones so she would let him suffer.

Plus he would definitely see the change in her eye colour, as would many others.

She panicked when she saw Stiles run after Scott into the changing room, "Yo stiles." her voice stopped him.

She shot Danny a look, motioning him to place Jackson in his car, luckily he complied but sent her a questioning look as the boys struggled to walk away.

Stiles quickly turned around, practically panting, "Ye- oh hey AJ, I need to get Scott, you know teenage hormones and whatnot." he rambled, his eyes kept darting between her and his best friend's retreating form.

She nodded, "Knock him out before he gets out of control."

His eyes widened in shock, "What?!"

"Just do something okay?!" She exclaimed, "put him down or find a leash."

She just hoped that there was something to stop Scott from turning into Jacob black.

Even though she used to have a crush on Jacob.

Stiles' chest heaved up and down, "Yeah okay... Wait how do you- oh you're just going to run back okay." he hummed then ran after his friend, "Scott I'm coming."

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AALIYAH'S ROOM:

She had received news from Lydia that Jackson was fine, all he had was a separated shoulder.

The bitch boy still didn't return Aaliyah's headphones so she started to pray for his downfall.

She had to order another pair of beats headphones because going to school without them was pure hell.

The only thing that made it slightly bearable was Stiles letting her listen to his music.

He somehow knew she liked Tyler the creator and downloaded it for her, allowing her to listen to his new album during chemistry.

Luckily their devil of a chemistry teacher didn't notice.

Despite the constant ranting and lecturing from Lydia about why she shouldn't be seen with Stiles, she didn't listen.

Aaliyah liked him... As a friend.

He was cute and sarcastic so she found him amusing and nice to look at.

So she decided to call him, to warn him about Scott.

"Hello?" Stiles picked up his phone, he didn't recognise the number but he was too tired to care.

"Stiles," her voice shocked him, practically knocking him off of his bed, he gripped his duvet before his face could touch his wooden floor.

"AJ?" he screeched, making her grateful the phone was on speaker and not anywhere near her ears, "oh my God you have my number, how?!"

She said back in her silk sheets, wearing her gown after just being in the bath and her curls messily were tucked away in a silk scarf, "Don't worry," she hushed him, in all honesty, she had Danny Get it for her, she knew she was great with hacking into things so she used it to her advantage, "but I need to talk to you about something." she looked up her ceiling, grinning when she noticed the small star stickers that she, Percy and Lydia had placed there when they were younger.

"I wanted to as well." he gulped down his initial shock. He still couldn't believe she was talking to him on the phone.

He was surprised she sat next to him in chemistry, talking to him through most of the lesson and listening to the Playlist that he specifically made for her.

Talking on the phone to her was a different ballpark entirely.

"You go first."

He quickly screamed into his pillow, then picked up his phone to respond, "How did you know about Scott?"

"I'm physic." she deadpanned, holding back a giggle when she heard him gasp.

"Really? "

"No."

"Oh," his shoulders slumped, "if you were it wouldn't surprise me, since wolves- wait you know he's a wolf right not just some jacked-up teen or did I just expose my friend?"

She smiled and looked at her phone, "I know he's a wolf, but how I know...don't worry."

She didn't trust Stiles, not yet anyway, so she thought it was best to keep her secrets to herself.

After all, not even Danny and Jackson knew about her supernatural heritage.

He nodded and scratched his forehead and began walking around his room, "So you're keeping your answers vague, great, very unhelpful but I can settle for that."

"Good, but I need something from you."

"Anything," he replied instantly, although she couldn't see, a grin was plastered on his face.

She raised a brow, "Even nudes?" she joked.

He choked on air, "What? no, I mean yes, sure, I mean no I don't feel comfortable showing a part of my privates even though you are a beautiful, amazing, and smart girl but I don't think I'm ready for that-"

Her laugh cut off his intense rambling, "I'm kidding stiles." he sighed in relief, "But thanks for that information."

He facepalmed and turned his door, praying that his father didn't hear his previous words, "Your welcome, I think I'm gonna throw myself off the roof now."

"Well before you do, please make sure that Scott doesn't play the next lacrosse game, I mean would love to see Derek lose his shit-."

his eyes bulged out of his head as he abruptly stopped walking, "How do you know Derek?"

From what he gathered about the Hale man, he was unkind and very demanding.

Someone he didn't want to interact with his lifelong crush.

she pursed her lips, "Because he's a prostitute who tried selling himself to me after the party a couple of days ago."

"What?!" he shouted and prayed to God he didn't wake his neighbours since It was almost 11 pm.

She nervously chuckled, "Kidding...well I think, that guy is always just around, standing on corners, hiding in bushes," as she continued to list she started to believe her lie, "honestly he could make a couple of bucks doing that."

Stiles ran his hands down his face, stressing that Derek could put her in danger, "AJ-"

"Right, my bad, but still he's an annoying ass, I just happen to know." she shrugged, she looked down at her nails and began inspecting them.

He rocked on his heels, as he pondered his next words. "Oh okay, so he's not like your boyfriend or anything."

She fake gagged, "He's like 29."

The only men she would ever consider being with were over the age of 30.

Cillian Murphy.

Tom Hardy.

Morris chestnut.

Chadwick Boseman.

And Marlon Brando....even though he's deceased.

Stiles looked down at his pyjamas before walking up to his mirror and started inspecting his 'flaws', "Don't girls usually go for older men?"

He didn't believe he could have a chance with Aaliyah.

He knew it.

Lydia knew it and so did the whole school.

He gave up on his little inspection and sat on the edge of his bed.

He quickly pulled the phone away from his ear, and a smile tugged at his lips when he checked that he was actually on the phone with her.

He still couldn't believe it.

He wanted to take a picture of his call log for future reference but he didn't want to come across as creepy.

"Umm, they are usually victims of grooming, so no," she responded.

Derek irked her entire being, not in the sexual tension-type of way.

But in the get-the-fuck-out-of-my-life type of way.

"Ohh I was just checking cause he seems like an attractive man-"

"Are you gay stiles? Cause if you are, I think my cousin would like you."

"What?"

"It's okay if you are, none of my family members are really straight."

All the gods surprisingly didn't have a preference, for any sexuality, gender or ethnicity.

Which explained why all of Aaliyah's siblings had different ethnicities.

The gods and goddesses truly didn't look like what people expected, not like they cared.

Stiles nodded along, and made a mental note to ask more about her family on a later date, hoping she would give him the time of day, "Not gay, straight teen over here, I think, I haven't thought about that at all, but I just was checking you didn't have a boyfriend."

"I'm single." She preferred to focus on school, she rather she was distracted with matters of the brain than matters of the heart.

Her father already caused her enough heartache to last a lifetime.

He looked up at his ceiling and mouthed, 'thank god' "Good, great even, you know for your singleness."

She couldn't stop herself from giggling, she hated the sound, but it caused his heart to beat faster, "Alright Stiles I'm leaving this conversation," he frowned slightly, "tell Scott, to you know, not play." she paused, "night."

"Sweet dreams."

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Derek had been arrested and then later let go by the beacon hill's police department.

According to Scott and stiles, they had believed that the body they dug up on the hale property was one of Derek's victims.

In their defence, they weren't wrong to assume that, however, they were trespassing...for the second time this week.

If Derek killed them, it wouldn't be surprising.

Aaliyah had joked about the events to her uncle, who made her promise not to stay out late anymore, especially since the Alpha still hadn't been identified yet.

She honestly loved how caring he was, she often wished that he would just adopt her, but her father would never allow that.

He didn't trust many people with his children, despite not being around long enough to be present in their lives.

Luckily he trusted Deaton and Lydia.

Speaking of the Martin girl, she decided to have a sleepover with Aaliyah tonight.

The police department put in place a curfew for the town momentarily, fear that another attack or murder would happen.

Jackson had been being an asshole to his girlfriend and she just wanted to escape him for a while, before she plastered on a fake smile and paraded around school like nothing was wrong.

Lydia also wanted to stay the night because she didn't want her best friend to feel lonely.

She often notice the times were Aaliyah wouldn't leave her house or be cooped up in her room for days upon end.

Although it wasn't a bad thing, she worried for her best friend and thought if she spent more time with her than her boyfriend, it might lighten her spirits.

Aaliyah wasn't the type to ask for help, because she hated to rely on anyone, as it just increases the chance of disappointment.

She didn't want to admit it to herself, that is why she never wanted to look for a relationship, scared it would just mirror her's and her father's.

And she couldn't let that happen.

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For some reason, Derek wanted to talk to Aaliyah.

He still had no clue what she was or the powers she held, but he was planning on finding out.

He also believed that it was her fault that he got arrested, he wouldn't put it past the girl, especially since he kept threatening her.

After all, it would make sense to him.

This is why the two stood on her porch at 1 am.

Luckily Lydia was fast asleep in her room, so she didn't her best friend trudge down the stairs in the middle of the night.

The Martin girl was a heavy sleeper, thank god.

Aaliyah knew he wanted to talk about the game, the game she had to cheer for and fortunately didn't go array.

"So they arrested you." She tried not to laugh, at the scowl on his face, "Yikes." the two stood a couple of yards apart, he could feel some sort of energy coming off of her house.

He didn't know what it was, but, it was clearly wasn't normal.

She was wearing in her pyjamas, wishing she had just stayed inside. she would've come down in her bonnet, but she didn't need him to ask a million questions about her hair maintenance.

Of course, Derek had on his famous jacket, which was personally his uniform at this point.

He tilted his head to the side as he looked at her in disbelief, "That's all you have to say 'yikes'."

She clicked her tongue, "Yup."

"It was your friends that got me arrested." he pointed at her, his tone was hush since he didn't want to wake up her neighbours.

Her street was quiet enough as it is.

He wasn't surprised that her house didn't match the rest, it stuck out like a sore thumb.

He would comment on it, but he knew she would rebuttal with a joke about his burnt house.

She pursed her lips, "Not really my friends but okay." Speaking to people a couple of times does not mean that they are friends.

Yes, she liked stiles...in a friendly way, but she hadn't spent time with him, as well as Allison and Scott.

From what she gathered about Scott, he was a nerdy boy and also an athlete, who just happened to be bitten by a wolf.

She didn't dislike them, but it was clear they hated Derek.

"I bet you wanted this to happen, so I didn't find out what you are." he sneered and took a menacing step towards her, her face remained unimpressed.

She let a laugh escape her lips, only irritating him more, "You think I would go through all that trouble just so you wouldn't find out what I was?"

It sounded like something that Artemis and Apollo would do, the twins were known for pranks, whether they were calculated or not.

However, Aaliyah liked to think of herself as a more premeditated person, despite having many mood swings, which lead to her powers performing poorly.

She once caused a blackout on her street after watching Snape die in harry potter.

"Yes." he snapped.

"Do you think I would be that dumb?" she scoffed and leaned against her door, "if I actually planned that...you would still be sitting in jail, genius." she smiled sickly.

Derek felt a mild shock hit his brain, he winced, however, didn't think anything of it.

He didn't take kindly to her threat, he believed that she was inferior to him, despite not knowing what she was, "Regardless, I will find out." he thought it was only a matter of time before she slipped up and told him.

She nodded mockingly, "Sure, just like you found out who the alpha is," he clenched his jaw, "and how you stopped Scott from playing his game." she added, "you're doing a great job of finding out things arent you Derek." she clapped sarcastically.

His eyes flashed blue, attempting to scare her, but she didn't even flinch, she raised her hands in faux defence.

"You know if I'm not around many things will go wrong," he stepped closer, "the Argents will get to Scott if I'm not around."

She shrugged, "Pretty sure he's dating one,"

He pinched the bridge of his nose, "Great, just great." he started to pace, why did he have to have a crush on an Argent? "you have to stop that." he turned to look at Aaliyah.

He knew that Scott had a crush on Allison, but he didn't think they would date.

She looked him up and down and scoffed, "I don't have to stop shit, it will probably be over within the month."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Instincts."

"Wow." he tossed his head back before his eyes settled on hers again, "and while we're speaking about idiots, tell your boyfriend and his dad and the whole police department to leave me alone."

Derek wasn't a fan of the police, especially since they had done nothing when most of his family were engulfed by flames.

Although he wasn't there to witness the blazing inferno, he still heard the screams of his cousins, crying out to him for help, as if they didn't know that their souls had passed on.

Almost like they didn't know their souls would be trapped within the obliterated walls of their old home for all eternity.

Derek truly had no one.

He noticed her body stiffen, "Stiles isn't my boyfriend." she shook her head.

He clasped his hands behind his back, "You sure about that?" he was met with a blank expression.

"Am I sure that I don't have a boyfriend? Yes"

He narrowed his eyes at her, "Well, he was talking about you a lot."

Stiles' voice was overbearing and one of the worst sounds he had ever heard, he loathed it, even more, when he didn't stop talking about Aaliyah, which made him assume that the two teens had to have been dating.

Derek may have not liked the Jones girl, nevertheless, he still couldn't see how they could be a couple.

Her face scrunched up in confusion, "That literally doesn't mean much, but okay."

"He clearly likes you."

His words made her tense, how could he like me? Lydia maybe, not me.

Aaliyah didn't understand why he would like her, especially since the last time they spent time together was in the 3rd grade.

"And you clearly hate him." she deflected, clearly feeling uncomfortable, which worsened her mood.

She preferred to make people uncomfortable, not the other way around.

"Obviously." he drawled.

"Why? because he's smarter than you." she laughed dryly.

Aaliyah and Lydia were usually at the top of their classes, she knew that Stiles was behind them because she often saw that he received top marks on his tests, whereas Scott rarely did.

"Nope, he's not smarter than me." he clenched and unclenched his fist, she clocked the action, but it didn't faze her.

She huffed, and threw her hands up in the air, "Is it because he knows how to smile?"

He stepped back and rolled his eyes "I have never seen you smile before." unless she was taunting me. He thought back to their last face to face interaction and only remembered that she only showed emotion when she was attempting to irritate him.

Which worked, unfortunately.

She crossed her arms and eyed him suspiciously, "I'm a teenager, that's why I'm pissed off, what's your excuse?"

"My family is dead." he deadpanned...literally.

She cringed and nodded stiffly, "oh fair enough."

Grief flashed through his eyes, "You don't say?"

They stood in uncomfortable silence, she felt bad for making him bring up his pain.

Although she didn't like spending time with some of her family members, she tried to appreciate them.

It's not like they could die, most of them were immortal.

Sometimes she wished that Athena wasn't but then she realised that she was being a brat, so she put an end to her hateful thoughts.

She cleared her throat, bringing him out of his thoughts, "Either way, you do realise that if you keep pushing Scott, he'll just push back." she said tiredly, and grabbed the doorknob, "just let me sleep danger boy." she pushed the door open and stepped inside.

"I'm 21," he whisper yelled.

"36."

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a/n:
(unedited)

since Aaliyah is besties with Jackson, she checked on him and not Scott.

how are you liking aaliyah and her interactions?