𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆
SEASON THREE — EPISODE TWO

𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 since the bird massacre and Riley has noticed how the town went on with their lives as if nothing happened. For example, she was invited to a party for Heather. Her best friend, Danielle invited her during their 4th period. Riley didn't know them that well, but she wasn't oppose to the idea. This would be the opportunity to make new friends, according to her mother.

The blonde could be seen entering the home, wincing from the loud sound of pop music playing. Her blue eyes searched the living room until they spotted Heather and Danielle talking.

Heather seems to notice the Marshall girl by giving her a wave.

Riley moved over to the girls with a bright smile. "Hey! Happy birthday."

"Thank you. I didn't think you would make it." Heather voiced, pulling the blonde into a hug.

"Of course, I wouldn't miss the party every has been raving about." Riley replied as Danielle handed her a red cup.

Riley gave the cup a sniff, smelling the alcohol before chugging down the beverage. She let out a small burp, ignoring the burning sensation tingling in her throat.

"Damn girl." Danielle commented.

"Sorry, it's been awhile since I've had a bevvy." Riley apologized.

"Bevvy?" Heather said, perplexed.

"Bevvy. Short for beverage, you would usually hear this word uttered in a pub." Riley explained the British terminology.

Heather nodded her head, before suddenly her gaze is shifted from behind the Marshall girl. Her lips curled up into a giant smile appeared on her face at the sight of her childhood friend. "Stiles! Hi!"

"Hey! There's the birthday girl..." Stiles was cut off by Heather's lips on his. His eyes were wide open, just like Scott. They were both just as surprised as Riley was.

"Judging from the blimey look on everyone's face, those two aren't dating?" Riley asked Danielle.

"Nope." She answered.

"But Heather fancies him." Riley summed.

"Yep."

Heather told Stiles something before the two disappeared in the crowd. Scott walked near the remaining two girls with a smile, although his eyes were drawn to the beautiful blonde.

"Hey." he greeted.

Danielle looked him up and down before walking away.

Riley couldn't help but laugh at Scott as he began to look over himself, clearly confused and offended.

"I guess you're not her type," Riley replied through her laughter.

He shrugged his shoulders. "Sadly. Riley, right?"

"Correct, Scott." Riley replied, emphasizing his name.

"You want something to drink?" Scott asked her.

"Why not." The two walked to the table, which was filled with empty cups and punch bowl.

Scott took a cup and filled it with punch, only to drink it all with in one gulp.

Riley raised her eyebrows, "Wow. You needed that drink."

"Yeah. I didn't want to come. Stiles dragged me here, but I'm glad he did." Scott told her, giving her a smile.

Riley felt her cheeks burn with blush. "Well, I know one way to get you in the party mood."

"Really?" Scott asked, leaning closer towards her. "What do have in mind?"

Riley gestured her head over to the table where other teens could be seen playing beer pong.

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𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐂𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐈𝐍 beer pong. However, it was hard for the boy due to the blonde had skills that deed her unbeaten. Although things got out of hand when suddenly a drunk person that it was so cool to jump from the second floor and land on top of the table.

Riley couldn't stop laughing at the sight. Maybe because she was drunk, or she really found this whole situation hilarious. "Oh my God."

"That was awesome!" The drunk guy exclaimed the crowd as they stared at him.

Riley looked over at Scott, "Are you feeling the party mood yet?"

"Ah, certainly." Scott teased.

Suddenly Say It Right began to play around the house.

"Ooo, I love this song. Wanna dance?" Riley asked Scott.

"Sure." Scott replied.

Riley latched her hand onto Scott's and pull him to the dance floor. She placed her arms around Scott's neck. Scott gently plachesitate to place his hands her close by the waist.

The two dance together on the middle floor, slowly in sync. Both of their hearts beating faster, but there was no awkwardness, everything just felt right. Scott could smell the vanilla scented shampoo flowing all through her wavy blonde hair. It fitted her so well, he thought to himself.

He could do this all night, but a sudden hand of shoulder said otherwise.

"I hate to interrupt this touching moment." Jessica voiced, turning the duo's attention to her. "Scott, we have to go...do that thing."

Scott looked completely confused, making Jessica want to punch her brother.

"Remember, the thing for mom." Jessica stated, giving her brother a knowing look.

Scott realized what she was implying, "Right...the thing for mom." He looked over at Riley with an apologetic expression. "I'm sorry to go like this..."

"It's fine," Riley assured him. "Your mom needs you. I'll see you at school."

Scott smiled before he and Jessica disappeared into the crowd.

Riley thought it was weird but he's a cute weird. A couple of minutes after walking around the party, the blonde spotted Stiles near the stairs.

"Hey, where's Heather?" She asked him.

"I wish I knew. You didn't see her around?" Stiles questioned while his eyes looked around to find Heather.

Riley furrowed her eyebrows, "Well, no. You're the one who last saw her."

"I don't know. She told me to go get a condom in..."

"Okayyyy, I do not need you to go into details." The Riley interrupted him.

"...The thing is, when I went downstairs, she wasn't there anymore." Stiles sounded worried but at the same time frustrated.

"I'm sure she's somewhere looking around for you. I'll see you tomorrow." The blonde gave him a pat on the shoulder before walking towards the exit. She made it home in less than 15 minutes, entering the house to see her mom was in the living room watching TV.

"Done already?" Grace asked, moving her eyes to over to her daughter. "I wasn't expecting you until at least 12."

"Liar. It's a school night, my curfew was 10:30." Riley pointed out, taking off her jean jacket. "So what are you watching?"

"Charmed." Grace replied with a teasing smile.

"Yay." Riley rushed over to sit next to her mother. "I miss watching this show."

"Me too. America has nostalgia for the classics." Grace voiced.

The two fell into silence, watching the TV before Grace spoke up after remembering what was plaguing her mind.

"Oh, I forgot I got you a job at an veterinarian clinic, it's owned by an old friend of mines." Grace denoted.

"Cool." Riley stated, leaning her head on her mother's shoulder. "I love animals."

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𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 her economic class that was taught by the coach of the lacrosse team, Coach Finstock. She sat on a table, taking out her composition book from her bag as students were walking into class.

Suddenly, she felt someone tap her shoulder, prompting her to look up from her notebook to see Scott sitting behind her.

"Hey," Scott spoke with a smile.

"Hi," Riley replied, returning the gesture. "How did it go with the thing for your mom?"

"It was good." He replied.

"I heard the lacrosse coach teaches this class." Nicole voiced.

"Yeah, Coach Finstock." Scott confirmed.

"Is he as weird as everyone says he is?" Riley questioned.

Scott opened his mouth to reply but was cut off by Coach Finstock slammed the textbook on the table.

"The stock market is based on two principles. What are they?" Coach Finstock asked the class. He looked around the room and noticed Scott raising his hand. "Yes, McCall, you can go to the nurse. Anybody else?"

"Umm... I know the answer." Scott told him.

Suddenly, Coach started to laugh, making everyone stared at him weirdly. He stopped laughing with a serious expression on his face. "Oh, you're serious."

"Yep. Risk and Reward." Scott said.

"Wow! Who are you? And what have you done to McCall? I like you better." he told Scott.

Riley look back at Scott with an amused smile, one that the McCall boy felt his heart skip a beat.

"Does anybody have a quarter?" Coach asked everyone in the class.

"Yep," Stiles announced, reaching into his pocket.

The class all looked at him as he gets the quarter until their eyes zone in on an XXL condom that fell on the ground.

Riley's eyes went wide open at the sight of the item, while everyone in the class began laughing. Stiles was sitting embarrassed and shocked as Finstock bent down to pick it up.

"Stilinski, I think you uhh... drop this. Congratulations." He placed the condom on the desk as Stiles sunk in his seat. "Risk and reward. Put the quarter in the mug, win the reward."

Finstock placed his mug on the ground and took a few steps back.

"Okay, watch, coach," Scott stated, bending down, throwing the quarter into the mug.

The class all cheered him, which brought a smile to Scott's face.

"See? That's how you do it," Coach Finstock voiced before his eyes shifted around the classroom until they landed on me.

"Okay, Ms...." He trailed off before grasping a paper off of his desk and quickly reading over it then turning his attention back to the blonde. "Marshall. Wait, you're Grace Pierce's daughter, right?"

"I am." Riley answered. "You know my mum?"

"Of course I do, we went to high school together. Although she never noticed me because of that boyfriend of hers." Coach Finstock revealed, remembering the memory as if was yesterday.

'Boyfriend? Could he be talking about my dad?' Riley thought to herself.

"Anyway, risk or reward?" He asked her, bring the girl out of her thoughts.

"What's the reward?" Riley pondered.

"You don't have to take the pop quiz tomorrow." Coach answered.

"Coach, it's not a pop quiz if you tell us about it," Stiles commented.

"Okay, Marshall? Ready?" Finstock handed her the quarter.

Riley nodded her head and put the coin on her finger before flickering it off. The quarter flies through the air, landing directly inside the mug.

Everyone clapped for the blonde.

"Stilinski. Risk, reward? The risk: if you don't put that quarter in the mug, you have to take the pop.." "..quiz. And...and you have to write an essay. Risk, more work. Reward...No work at all. Or choose not to play."

Riley turned in her seat to look at him, as everybody else did. The pale boy looked around him before standing up.

"There you go!" Finstock cheered. "There's a gambling man! Come on, step up."

Stiles went in front of the class, stepping up weirdly. Although before he could do anything, the Sheriff and a deputy got inside the class.

"Stiles." The deputy called him.

"Yeah, I got it," Stiles stated, mistaking the deputy for the Coach. He kept his eyes on the mug until the he heard his father voice.

Stiles froze and looked up with a frown.

The three of them went into the hallway, closing the door behind them.

Riley couldn't help but be nosy, so she covered her mouth to chant a spell to enhance her hearing, "Vain se message sa a le main sur la vain."

She slipped a strand of her blonde lock behind her ear and began listening.

"I couldn't find her. I just figured she'd hooked up with her other friends. Has no one really seen her since last night?" She heard Stiles asked.

"No. We put out an APB, but... Stiles, all her friends say you were the last person who saw her." Sheriff Stilinski voiced.

Riley's eyes widened, realizing they're talking about Heather. She's missing.

"Me?" Stiles asked, perplexed.

"We hope that it's just a series of bad decisions based on too much to drink. But, if you remember anything else, you call me. All right?" Sheriff Stilinski instructed his son.

In the midst of Riley's eavesdropping, Danny took the quarter and threw it into the mug.

"Great! Reward! Okay, who's next?" Coach asked out to the class. "Greenberg, put your hand down. You don't have a chance."

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐊, 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓 and Stiles were at the animal clinic with Dr. Deaton and Isaac. They were going to help Isaac remember where he found Boyd and Erica. The three of them were filling the bath with ice, while Deaton was talking to Isaac.

"Obviously, it's not going to be particularly...comfortable. But if we can slow your heart rate down enough, you'll slip into a trance-like state" Deaton explained to Isaac.

"Like being hypnotized." Isaac summed up.

"Exactly. You'll be half transformed. It'll let us access your subconscious mind." Deaton further explained.

"How slow does his heart rate need to be?" Scott asked Deaton.

"Nearly dead." Deaton answered.

"It's safe, though, right?" Isaac asked, worriedly.

Deaton looked to him. "Do you want me to answer honestly?"

Isaac was about to respond when they heard the front door of the animal clinic.

"Who's that?" Derek asked, looking to Deaton.

"Riley." Scott answered, recognizing her vanilla scent. He could feel his heart skipped a bit with glee.

Something Derek noticed and forced his attention to the Beta.

"I'll be right back." Deaton told them, walking to the lobby where he spotted his old friend Grace and who he assumed to be her daughter. "Grace!"

"Alan." Grace smiled, opening her arms to pull the doctor into a brief hug. "It's good to see you again. It's been so long."

"Too long." Deaton stated as they pulled away. He turned his attention to Riley. "And you must be Riley."

The blonde smiled. "Hi. I heard you were looking for an employee."

"I am. Did your mother tell you she use to work here?"

Riley looked to her mother with raised eyebrows, "No, she did not."

Grace shrugged, "That was ancient history."

"So when do you wanna start?" Deaton asked Riley.

"Tomorrow is that good." Riley stated.

"Great. Bring me a copy of you ID card and I'll give you some papers to sign."

"Okay. Thank you." Riley said.

"You're welcome. I'll see you tomorrow, Riley and it was so good seeing you again, Grace."

"You too, Alan." Grace stated, giving him one last smile before she and her daughter walked out.

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