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DEREK'S CAR:

"You're going too fast!" Stiles yelled at Scott from the back seat, he and Aaliyah were sitting in the back since they knew that Derek would eventually get in.

The demigod still wasn't a fan of the Hale wolf, but she was glad to know that he was alive. To be honest she was enjoying the car chase, knowing that if they were to get pulled over, Stiles would just use the fact that he's the son of the Sheriff to get them off.

Thank god for Stiles' privilege.

"That's the whole point!" Scott exclaimed, pressing harder on the gas pedal. The two in the back continuously glanced at Kate Argent's car.

The woman was convinced that Derek was driving and was determined to capture and then put him down. But unbeknownst to her, she was unaware that a demigod resided in the town and Aaliyah was not about to reveal herself yet.

Stiles took a nervous glance back, noting that Kate was accelerating. "think she's catching up!"

"AJ," Scott yelled, looking at her threw the rearview mirror, "can you do something?"

The Mccall boy had immediately apologised to both her and his best friend after the full moon ended, not just because he was sorry but he also heavily feared the girl.

"Give me a second," she turned around, keeping her eyes on the car behind them, her brown iris' faded and turned a blinding shade of ivory. Stiles was memorised as he wisps and hisses engulfed the car, blue waves surrounded her hand.

"So cool." He mumbled.

She focused on Kate's car, it began to slow down and come to a halt, the woman thrashed around in frustration, completely unaware of what happened.

Aaliyah grinned as she let out a breath, "Done." the static sounds died down as her eyes returned to their natural shade.

Stiles looked at her with a smile, "you're amazing." He said and she laughed and pressed a kiss to his cheek, making his heart skip a beat.

Since their conversation last night, they didn't come to any agreement, other than they liked each other and they just wanted to take it slow. They hadn't kissed even though he would like to, but he respected her wishes.

"You alright buddy?" Scott teased as he slowed down slightly.

"Shut up."

Stiles resisted the urge to touch his cheek, knowing his crush would see, so instead, he glanced back, Kate was no longer in sight, "thank God," he turned back to the police scanner which was in his hand and increased the volume.

"All units, suspect is on foot heading into the Iron Works."

"Might want to hold on to something," Scott said, as he took a sharp turn into the Iron Works, Aaliyah squealed and ended up on Stiles' lap, the boy instinctively grabbed her waist.

"Sorry," she mumbled as his face turned bright red. This is surprisingly comfortable.

"I-It's okay." he stammered, he was even more shocked when she made the decision to stay and threw her arm around his neck. Don't panic, don't panic, stay calm. He just prayed that he didn't get turned on.

Scott reached over the control panel and threw the door open as they reached Derek.

"Get in Wolfy!" She yelled and he made a beeline to the car. Luckily none of the firing bullets hit him, as he got into the passenger side.

"What part of laying low don't you understand?" Scott questioned

Derek groaned in frustration, "I had him!" his face contorted into disgust when he saw Aaliyah and Stiles getting cosy in the back seat.

"Who? The Alpha?"

"He was right in front of me. And then the idiot police show up." The Hale wolf's angry words caused Stiles' to snap out of his trance and lean forward between the seats.

"Hey, hey, hey, they're just doing their jobs."

"Thanks to someone who decided to make me the most wanted fugitive in the state," Derek said, glaring back at the two boys, mainly Scott.

"Can We seriously get past that? Yes, I made a dumbass mistake. I get it." the boy huffed in defence.

Aaliyah then decided to speak up, "He could've been imprisoned due to your mistake Scott." all eyes were on her and shock was shown on all their faces.

Derek eyed her in suspicion, what the hell?

Scott scoffed as she continued to drive, "Why are you defending him, you don't like him."

"I don't have to like him to know you messed up," she sassed, shutting him up. She felt Stiles' hands subtly rubbing up and down her sides, successfully calming her down.

As much as she didn't like the Hale wolf, she couldn't just sit there and act as if what Scott did wasn't wrong. Even if Derek had died, blaming a dead man for crimes they didn't commit was morally wrong.

Silence inhabited them all.

Well, this is awkward, Aaliyah thought, then nudged Stiles to speak up.

"How'd you find him?" he asked but was met with no response from Derek.

"Can you try to trust us for half a second?" Scott asked impatiently.

"All of us," Stiles added, motioning between the three, Derek sent him a deadly glare.

Aaliyah huffed and suppressed the urge to smash her head against the seat in front of her, "If you didn't trust Scott then you wouldn't have asked him to drive your car, so spill."

Derek turned away from her with a sigh, "The last time I talked to my sister, she was close to figuring something out. She found two things. The first was a guy named Harris. " he explained.

Scott's face scrunched up in confusion, "Our Chemistry teacher?"

"The asshole." Stiles and Aaliyah said in unison, they turned to each other, sharing a smile, before they turned away.

"Why him?"

Derek shook his head in frustration, "I don't know."

Aaliyah furrowed her brows, "And the second is?"

"Some kind of symbol." he pulled out a folded-up piece of paper and opened it to show a simple photocopy. Scott and Aaliyah sighed when they saw the picture, "What? You know what this is?" Derek asked, noting their expressions.

It was a drawing of the symbol for the Beast of Gévaudan.

Great.

"I've seen it. On a necklace." Scott responded hesitantly.

"Who's?"

"Allison's necklace."

Aaliyah hummed in agreement, "Tacky little thing." Stiles playfully squeezed her sides, "what? It is."

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BEACON HILLS HIGH SCHOOL:

Scott, Aaliyah and Stiles walked through the double doors into school, "This is going to be impossible, you know?" the Mccall boy spoke up.

"Just ask her if you can borrow it." Stiles shrugged, he didn't think it was that hard to do.

"How?" he questioned then turned to the demigod, "and why can't AJ do it?"

She raised a brow, "Because I don't want to."

Stiles nodded then continued, "It's easy! You just say, 'Hey, Allison, can I borrow your necklace to see if there's anything on it or in it that can lead me to an Alpha Werewolf that I need to kill in order to get back together with you?"

"I would like to see that play out," Aaliyah started to think about that.

"Right?" the two chuckled before they received an irritated stare from Scott.

She sighed, "Why don't you just try talking to her?" she asked looking at the wolf, "communication is key," she said in a mocking tone.

"She won't talk to me! What if she, like, only takes it off in the shower or something?" frustration laced Scott's tone.

"That's why you ease into it, okay? Get back on the good side. Remind her of the good times. And then you ask for the necklace." Stiles tried advising his best friend until noticed the smirk tugging at his lips. "You're thinking about her in the shower aren't you?" he asked and he nodded.

"Yeah."

Aaliyah eyed him in disgust, "Have some decorum wolfy, we're in public."

"wha-"

Stiles rolled his eyes before focusing his attention on Scott, "All right. Stay focused, okay? Get the necklace. Get the Alpha. Get cured. Get Allison. In that order. Got it?"

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"What the hell is Mccall," Jackson asked after pulling Aaliyah aside.

He seemed extremely pissed.

He ignored the odd stares he received from their peers.

Her expression remained blank, "A boy."

He slammed his hand down on the wall near her head, she didn't even flinch, "Cut the crap Liyah I know you're lying to me." he gritted out and then gestured between them,  "we're supposed to be friends."

She narrowed her eyes at him, "And what a crap friend you've been to me recently." she sneered, making him look her up and down in confusion.

"What are you talking about?"

She scoffed and pushed him away from her, "You don't call or text me anymore, even after the video store incident and being trapped in the school, you've been more a dick than usual."

She was used to him being a cold and distant friend, but recently he's been worse.

He bit down on the side of his mouth, "Maybe that has something to do with the fact you're hanging out with losers." he snapped.

She tossed her hands up in the air, "Oh my god, there is nothing wrong with them, just leave them alone." she stressed, she felt as if she kept having the same argument with him.

Their conversations were stuck in a loop.

He clenched his teeth as his head shook vigorously, "You like Stiles don't you?" stupid Stiles and McCall ruin everything.

She swallowed harshly before responding, "Maybe," she was met with a deadpanned expression,  "yes I do." she responded more confidently.

"Stop."

"What?"

"Stop liking him."

She laughed in disbelief, "Shut up." holy shit, he's being serious, "you're joking right?" she stepped closer, only to notice an odd glint in his eyes.

"They'll hurt you," he mumbled.

She felt as if her heart dropped, "What? You mean hurt my reputation, because it's still intact genius." she tried defusing the tension, but he only looked away.

Even Lydia isn't this intense. She thought.

"I'm not talking about that."

She cocked her head to the side, "What-"

He waved her off before she could finish, "Nevermind, just stay away from them." and with that, he left her standing in the hallway.

"What the hell is wrong with him," Must be the steroids. She hastily took her phone out and scrolled through her contacts and found Scott.

AJ ⚡️
Jackson knows
Get that necklace
seen

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CAFETERIA:

Allison smiled widely at the Jones girl, "So you and Stiles."

"Yes I like him and he likes me-

"Loves you." Lydia corrected, whilst playing with her hair.

Allison pointed at her in agreement, "Definitely."

"Shut up, he doesn't." he just likes me right? Aaliyah shook her head and went back to eating her snacks.

"Does."

She waved the girls off, "Anyways, we've talked and..."

"And what?" Allison's eyes widened and she leaned closer.

"I think I feel butterflies every time I look at him," she admitted with a slight frown, confusing the two.

"Awww."

Lydia pursed her lips as she nodded along, "Disgustingly adorable." although she believed she could've picked a more suitable match for her best friend, she was happy that she was happy.

Aaliyah slumped in her chair, "They could be moths, I don't know." she groaned as many thoughts swarmed her mind.

Allison chuckled, "Stop denying that you are smitten." if only Scott and I were still together.

"I will deny, deny, deny."

"So stubborn." Lydia playfully rolled her eyes and pushed her tray to the side.

"Can't help it." she shrugged, before her eyes settled on Allison's necklace, so tacky, "where did you get the necklace?"

The Argent girl held up the piece of jewellery, "Family heirloom."

"Oh, it's cute." Aaliyah smiled before looking away, I know I'm a fake bitch. sue me.

Lydia nearly choked on air, "Is it?"

"Shut up."

The girls went to return to their conversation but they turned around when they hear a trap snack, causing silence to cover the room.

Scott sat there like a dear in headlights, uncomfortable with everyone's eyes on him, before they went back to their conversations.

Aaliyah locked eyes with Stiles, he held up his phone.

Mischiefmanor🤫
Meet me after school
seen

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STILINSKI RESIDENCE:

As soon as she jumped out of Stiles' jeep, he grabbed her hand and pulled threw the front door, up the stairs and into his room.

He hastily ripped off the bag off his back and jumped to his computer, whilst simultaneously grabbing his chair underneath him.

Aaliyah calmly walked into the room, mainly trying to retain her breathing, but she instantly noticed the Hale wolf standing in the corner, what the fuc-

"Hey, Stiles!" the Sherrif called out from the hallway, making Stiles turn around, his eyes went wide when he noticed Derek.

"Yo, D-Derek?"

Derek rolled his eyes as his teeth clenched and pointed at the door making the boy quickly shoot up and run over to the door, hoping his dad wouldn't see.

But before could he shut his bedroom door, Noah noticed the teenage girl on his bed, "Hi Aaliyah." he waved, surprised that she was even there.

"Hi Mr Stilinski." she returned the gesture, she tried to suppress her laughter when she caught the awkward expression on Stiles' face.

The Sherrif smiled widely, "Call me Noah."

"Okay," she huffed out a laugh, "Noah."

He nodded, "I didn't know that you were coming over."

"Stiles and I have a Science project that we need to do." She said as she sent a look to the manic boy, who was trying to keep his composure.

"Oh that sounds fun, just try not to have too much fun okay." she giggled and walked back over to the side of the room where the Hale wolf stood, in his usual stupid stance.

Stiles ran a hand over his mouth and squinted his eyes at his dad, "Oh my god- Dad we really need to do-"

She blocked out the conversation that was happening behind her as she spoke to Derek in a hushed voice,  "You know, this makes you a paedophile, danger boy" he rolled his eyes.

"How? No, it doesn't."

"37-year-old man hiding in a 16-year-old boy's room, yeah that checks out.." she nodded to herself.

"Shut up, it doesn't."

"It really does."

Once Stiles quickly shut his bedroom door, Derek moved around the demigod and grabbed him.

"If you say one word." Derek started to threaten but was cut off.

" Oh, what? You mean, like, 'Hey, Dad, Derek Hale's in my room. Bring your gun!'" Stiles said using his usual level of sarcasm to make his crush laugh. Derek annoyingly sighed, realising that he had no power, "Yeah, that's right. If I'm harbouring your fugitive ass, it's my house, my rules, buddy." the wolf reluctantly let him go, not before fixing the boys attire, Stiles grinned confidently and returned the gesture, but as he went to walk away, Derek took a menacing step, which made him jump back in shock. "Oh, my God!"

"Scott didn't get the necklace?" Derek asked as Stiles sat back down at his desk, glancing shortly at Aaliyah who took a seat on his lap, shocking the others.

"You comfortable with this?" she asked cautiously. He's so warm.

He nodded, "100%" he gulped nervously and ignored the disdained stare Derek gave the two, "He's still working on it. But there's something else we can try. When we were trapped in the school that night Scott sent a text to Allison telling her to meet him there."

The wolf shrugged, "So?"

"So it wasn't Scott," Stiles responded.

"Can you find out who sent the text?"

"No. But I know someone who can." he grinned mischievously at the girl on his lap. She's on my freaking lap, Scott is gonna flip when I tell him.

She shook her head, "Don't bring Danny into this."

His brows furrowed in confusion, "How did you know I was gonna say, Danny?"

"Because of your big brain," she nodded softly on his head making his stomach flutter,  "plus Danny is the only person that we know is very good with technology," she explained further.

He went to respond, proud that she could read him so well, but then Derek cut him off, "Just call him." he snapped.

"Dick." she scoffed and pulled out her blackberry and quickly scrolled through her contacts.

It took 10 minutes and a promise that she will do his homework for a week for Danny to come over.

Danny stood tiredly in Stiles' room,  "so you want me to do what?" He questioned the manic boy as he made his way over to them, "and what is this," he gestured to Aaliyah's positioning on his lap.

She pondered for a moment,  "Pending."

"Pending?" he smirked.

"Yep," she nodded then turned to Stiles.

"Yeah, what she said," he nodded bashfully, before turning to Danny, "but we need you to trace a text."

"Nope."

Aaliyah grabbed his hand, "Please," she whined, "for me."

"Ugh fine," Danny reluctantly agreed, but then turned to Stiles, "What makes you think I knew how?"

"I saw your arrest report."

He rolled his eyes, "I.. that was... I was only thirteen. The charges were dropped. And it was mainly Liyah's fault." he pointed at the girl, who raised her hands in defence.

"I only wanted to see if the chocolate fountain in charlie and the chocolate factory was real and it directed us to some weird site," she explained quickly, making Stiles laugh.

"Who is he again?" Danny asked looking over at Derek who was sitting on a chair next to the bed, reading a book. He looks attractive, but who is this grown man?

Aaliyah furrowed her brows, I forgot he was in the room.

"Um, my cousin, Miguel," Stiles replied slowly, as it was the only name that he could think of, especially with his crush moving around on his crotch.

Aaliyah attempted not to laugh, "Miggy." she made a heart with her hands, Derek glared at her.

"Is that blood on his shirt?" Danny asked nervously.

"He gets horrible nosebleeds. Miguel, I thought I told you to just borrow one of my shirts?" Stiles motioned for Derek to go to his drawers, the man slammed his book shut and rose from the bed. "So, we both know you've got the skills to trace that text-"

"Stiles." Derek gritted out, "This.... no fit." he presented a shirt that he wanted to burn.

As he rolled his eyes, Stiles advised, "then try something else on." as he turned back, noting Danny's heated gaze on the man, Aaliyah clicked in his face, which made him flinch back. A sly smirk tugged on Stiles' lips,  "Hey, that one looks pretty good, huh? What do you think, Danny?"

"The shirt? It's... it's not really his colour." Danny said hesitantly.

"Yeah, he looks like wheres waldo." Aaliyah slyly took a picture of the man, knowing she would use it as blackmail in the future, "I think you should change Miggy." she grinned at the hateful look on the man's face.

Derek pulled off the T-shirt in frustration, exposing his build, missing the stare on Danny's face, but Stiles didn't cause him to lean forward and whisper, "Swing for a different team, but you still play ball, don't you?"

"You're a horrible person. " Danny mumbled, annoyed that he had been caught leering.

"I know. It keeps me awake at night." Stiles responded and squeezed Aaliyah's side, she turned to him, "please send me that picture."

"Check your phone," she smirked.

He felt the device buzz, "You're perfect." he whispered, she winked back at him, causing butterflies to take flight in his stomach again, he then turned back to Danny who was smirking at the two,  "Anyway, about that text-"

"Stiles! None of these fit!" Derek's voice rose, startling the teens.

Danny flinched back, "I'll need the ISP, the phone number, and the exact time of the text." he listed, Stiles managed to provide him with the information quickly, "There. The text was sent from a computer. This one." Danny said, he pointed to the screen as they all crowded around him.

"Registered to that account name?" Derek asked in a new t-shirt, Danny nodded.

Aaliyah and Stiles' eyes bulged open.

BEACON HILLS HOSPITAL - MELISSA

MCCALL

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HOSPITAL:

"Did you get the picture?" Scott worriedly over the phone, as Stiles, Aaliyah and Derek all sat in the jeep outside beacon hills hospital.

As soon as they bid goodbye to Danny, they quickly drove over to find Melissa Mccall, of course, the teens were aware there was no way she could've been the one to trick them into being attacked by the Alpha, but the thought was chilling.

"Yes, and it looks like the drawing," Stiles responded, looking at the picture of the necklace Scott sent. AJ is right, it's tacky.

"Hey, is there something on the back of it? There's gotta be something-- an inscription, an opening, something. " Derek asked with furrowed brows, he was slightly jittery, he wanted to know what his sister was looking for and how it lead her to her death.

"No, no, the thing's flat. And, no, it doesn't open. There's nothing in it, on it, around it, nothing. And where are you? You're supposed to be here. You're first line. "Scott stressed, "and AJ, there a bunch of cheerleaders, mad that you aren't here."

Stiles ran a hand over his buzzcut, whilst Aaliyah leaned between the two seats, "Tell them 'code zero', they'll understand."

"Okay, but Stiles, man, you're not gonna play if you're not here to start."

"I know. Look, if you see my dad, can you tell him I'll be there, I'll just be a little bit late, okay? All right, thanks." Stiles said sadly before hanging up.

He felt guilty for even telling his father about coming to see him play, knowing that he couldn't even show up.

"You're not gonna make it," Derek said turning to the teens.

"We know," they responded in unison.

"And you didn't tell him about his mom, either."

Stiles shook his head, "Not 'til we find out the truth."

"Oh and one more thing." Derek didn't give Stiles a chance to react before grabbing the back of his head, then slamming it down on the steering wheel, extracting a groan from the boy.

"Miguel!" Aaliyah yelled in shock, "Do you want me to paralyse you again?!" she raised her voice, she quickly placed a hand on Stiles' arm, "are you okay?"

"No, oh, God! What the hell was-" Stiles croaked out.

"You know that was for. Go. Go!" Derek demanded and the teens speedily got out of the jeep and headed for the doors of the hospital.

"Let me see," Aaliyah tilted Stiles' head up, checking for any bruising.

"I'm fine," she rolled her eyes once he groaned again.

She placed a hand over his forehead, he felt a shock go through his body as her eyes momentarily flashed white, soothing the pain that once spread through his head.

"Thank you," he smiled weakly as she removed her hand and placed it in his.

"It's okay, I'm used protecting to you." she grinned, "plus if he tries doing that again, I'll just send that picture of him looking like spicy charlie brown," she joked making him laugh.

He went to reply by the sound of her phone ringing cut him off, he sighed they stepped into the building. She instantly felt a chill go down her spine, she put the phone on speaker "what?" she snapped as they looked around the front office, "we can't see her."

"Look, ask for Jennifer. She's been looking after my uncle." Derek said as the teens walked up to Peter's room.

Something ain't right. Aaliyah saw the lights flicker through her peripheral. Here we go again.

"Yeah, well, he's not here, either," Stiles said in an annoyed tone.

"We should go," she said as the hairs at the back of her neck stood to attention. If Peter isn't here then...oh shit.

"Why?"

She pinched the bridge of her nose, "Do you want to be the people that die in a horror movie?"

He huffed and grabbed her hand again, "No."

"Then let's go," she then glanced down at her phone, "Derek, you're uncle is the Alpha dumbass." as they went for the exit they froze mid-stride after seeing a man standing in front of them in a long black leather jacket, with a smug expression etched on his face. "I swear all you Hales, just appear out of thin air." she groaned and guided Stiles backwards.

Peter chuckled lowly as his eyes darted between them, "You must be Stiles." he said smirking at the boy before he turned to a demigod, "and Aaliyah, good to see you again." he nodded in her direction, causing confusion to spread over both teens face.

"I don't even know who you are." she sneered, eying him up and down. Stiles pulled her closer.

Peter tutted, "You will soon."

"Wha-"

"What are you doing here? Visiting hours are over." Someone said ominously from behind them, they turned around and saw the nurse that was obviously aiding Peter.

"You don't say," Aaliyah rolled her eyes.

Stiles gasped as if he was struggling to breathe, "You. and him You're-you're the one who-" he motioned between the adults in distress "Oh, my-- and he's-- Oh, my God, we're gonna die." he said in defeat.

"Nope," she shook her head, flashing her eyes and holding her hand up, blue waves reached out and attacked the nurse, Aaliyah tilted her head to the side and the woman's head collided with the wall, making her collapse to the ground.

Then Derek appeared standing over a now knocked-out nurse, looking impressed.

"That's not nice. She's my nurse." Peter feigned offence but was very intrigued with her powers, maybe I can use her.

"She's a psychotic bitch helping you kill people. Get out of the way." Derek snapped and then motioned for the teens to move. 

"You don't have to tell me twice." Aaliyah pulled Stiles behind the front desk, they watched as Derek launched himself at his uncle, who stood still as his eyes flashed red.

Peter gripped onto his nephew's jacket and slammed into the wall, damaging the surface entirely and then repeated his actions effortlessly.

"He's so accident-prone," Aaliyah muttered in disbelief, Stiles made a noise of agreement.

"You think I killed Laura on purpose? One of my own family?" Peter asked, cocking his head to the side, "My mind, my personality was literally burned out of me. I was being driven by pure instinct." he placed a foot on his nephew's chest, sending the beta back to the floor, causing blood to pour from his mouth.

"You want forgiveness?" Derek choked.

Peter squinted his eyes at him, "I want to understand. Do you have any idea what was happening to me in those years? Slowly healing cell by cell. Then even more slowly came back to consciousness. Yes, becoming an Alpha and taking that from Laura-it pushed me over a plateau in the healing process. I can't help that. And I tried to tell you what was happening. I tried to warn you."

Aaliyah quickly tugged on Stiles' jacket, "We're leaving."

"Definitely."

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As soon as the pair left the hospital, Stiles sped through town, determined to get the demigod home safely. He couldn't stop thinking about how Derek's own uncle was the alpha that was going around terrorising and killing people.

He was even angrier that Aaliyah was almost injured from being involved, although she did use her powers to not just heal him, but also knock out the nurse who had been aiding Peter all along, he didn't want her to be in harm's way.

Today was a whole trip and the fact that Peter somehow knows her makes it even worse and also drives his paranoia up the wall.

The two jumped out of his jeep as they arrived in front of her driveway. They didn't speak during the drive, both at war with their own minds, constantly figuring out what to say and when to say it.

"You missed your game," she spoke up, her back resting against his jee, he stood a couple of steps away from her.

"You didn't cheer." he fiddled with his keys.

She hummed, "Because I didn't what you to be alone with Derek."

His shot up, "Really?"

"I don't trust him and he did hurt you when I was there so..."

He nervously gulped, "I know I'm just still shocked."

"About what?"

"You liking me and you wanting me to be safe."

Her eyebrows furrowed, "Oh."

He raised his hands, "Not in a bad way, in a good way but it's just still weird to even process like it took us 3 hours to figure it out and even then I was still shocked." he blurted out, still coming to terms with their relationship if he could even call it that. Especially because today, not just once, but she ended up sitting on his lap twice, which obviously did something to him physically as well as emotionally.

"Why?" he could hear the strain in her voice.

He shrugged, "Because you're you."

She folded her arms and stared up at him, "And?"

"You shouldn't like me," he whispered, but she still heard him clearly.

She clicked her tongue and sighed, "look, If this is about Jackson-"

He was quick to cut her off, "Not just Jackson, everyone thinks that you shouldn't even be seen with me, so..."

"So what?" she didn't mean to snap, she was tired of having to explain to people, why she does things, tired of living up to stupid expectations that didn't make any sense to her. She just wished people excepted what she did and didn't question it, including Stiles.

He took a huge step forward, causing her to harshly gulp, "I wanna know why." he stressed, taking her hand in his, revelling in the shocks that flowed through his body.

"Because you make me feel butterflies." she felt stupid saying it to him, but that was the first thing she thought of when she thought of him. Butterflies.

His lips twitched up into a crooked smile, "Seriously?"

She playfully rolled her eyes, "Nasty little things and I hate them because I hate that you have this effect over me, not because it's you but it's because I've never really felt them before." she admitted absentmindedly.

"Wow-"

"Well, when I watched Chad from high school musical and Klaus and Bonnie on the Vampire Diaries but-"

"I get it they're good-looking people." he nodded and they shared a small smile.

She carried on, "But you," she squeezed his hand,  "you make me feel happy and safe and butterflies so..."

He inhaled deeply, "You make me feel happy by just being near you. God Aaliyah I lov- like you so much." luckily she didn't catch his slip up, but he wished she did.

The things she was confessing to him, were things he had been wanting to hear from her since he first developed a crush on her. It warmed his heart and practically made it want to explode from his chest. He was scared to move or he believed he might ruin the moment.

His dreams were finally coming true and he couldn't believe it.

"Really?"

"Really." he shakily placed his hands on her face, starling her briefly, before she warmed to his touch,  "Can I kiss you?" he asked in a whisper, almost scared of her response.

"I've been waiting for you to ask that for so long."

Her stomach flipped when he pressed his lips to hers. It was a feeling that she had never felt before, she never knew she desired him more than at that moment.

It was slow and passionate, soft yet righteous. He didn't want the moment to end.

She snaked her arms around his neck, bringing him closer as their lips continued to mould together. His hands dropped face her face and landed on her waist, pressing his fingers into her back, so their body kissed as well.

Shock waves flew and danced around them, reaching out to touch their skin and bring them closer in their innocent battle. He would never grow tired of the feeling, nor would she.

He reluctantly pulled away with a dumbfounded and dazed look on his face, "Am I crazy or did sparks fly?"

"Nah that was me." she lightly chuckled as they stayed in the same position.

"Woah," he nodded slowly, his eyes darted around her face, momentarily settling on her plump yet swollen lips, I never want to stop kissing her, "you're so beautiful." she bit down on her bottom lip, he had to suppress a groan at the action, she doesn't know what she does to me, "I've always wanted to kiss you," he admitted.

"since when?"

"Since we're 7"

She faked grimaced,  "Eww Mischief, you had a crush on a 7-year-old?"

He rolled his eyes,  "oh my God."

She chuckled, enjoying the position that they were in, "It was a nice kiss."

"My first kiss." he blurted out, feeling proud that she liked it, just as much as he did. In fact, he loved it.  "And it was amazing."

She couldn't stop smiling, I hate feelings, "Well sorry to tell you but my first kiss was with Lydia." she innocently shrugged when his eyes popped out of his head.

He subconsciously gripped her sides, "Seriously, when?"

"When we were 13 but anyways," she quickly changed the subject and motioned between them,  "so what does this mean?"

"We'll talk about that later but." he gave her a pointed look, to which she giggled, he couldn't help but grin,  "do you want to be my girlfriend?" he asked hesitantly.

She felt all fuzzy, "It would be an honour," he let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding, he went to kiss her again but she quickly added something, "I think I'm ready to tell you what I am."

She knew it was a big jump, but she honestly felt as if she could tell him anything, well not anything but most things.

"Are you sure I don't want to pressure-"

"You're not but I need you to promise to not freak out when I do." she looked up at him with a pout, he couldn't help but stare at her lips, needing them to be on his again.

"I promise." he held out his pinky expectantly.

She raised a brow, "You sure."

"I promise," he repeated and she mirrored his action, before kissing their hands.

She nodded stiffly, "Okay. I'm a demigod." she blurted out, waiting for his response.

He laughed initially, thinking that she was joking, but when he noticed the blank expression on her face, his smile dropped, as did his jaw.

"What the fu-"

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a/n:

jilinski finally kissed guys. wtf. you happy? did you think it was too soon or not soon enough?

so next chapter aaliyah will finally explain everything about how godly world.

how derek didn't just stop helping scott, idk, because he framed him twice. Personally, I would've left him.

jackson is being a little weird, but i feel that him being a dick about aaliyah and stiles' relationship is in character for him. don't worry he doesn't have feelings for her, he just believed that he's looking out for her, in his twisted way.

how do you think peter knows aaliyah?