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"𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱

                                                        𝗕𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻"

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Singing was always Ariel's favorite thing to do to relieve her stress. The petit brunette could remember the days that her grandmother would sing her to sleep with old folk songs that the older woman had learned from her own grandmother. The young girl was blessed with her grandmother's voice.

The brunette was furious when she learned they canceled the vocal program at Beacon Hills High, causing her to have to take pottery instead. It didn't mean, however, that Ariel didn't sneak into the band room during lunch to play the piano.

The girl smiled as her fingers lightly played against the ivory keys, humming along with the words to a song, "I think we can do it if we tried, if only you say your mine."

Ariel's mind began to unravel as she let go of all her thoughts and worries. Subconsciously she began to think about a certain hazel-eyed boy with short hair, whose smile was infectious.

"Wishing that you were mine."

The pale girl relished in the calamity that rushed over her in waves, completely in peace in her own bubble. Not knowing that the boy she was singing about was standing right at the door, in awe of her beauty.

Stiles wanted to walk up to her at that moment, throwing all caution to the wind as he would ask her to go out with him. He would sell his soul to know those words were for him.

But neither teen thought the other wanted them.

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Stiles Stilinksi had a lot on his mind as he spoke to his friend Scott, who was trying to figure out a way to protect his crush at the dance. Stiles was barely listening to him, however, as he was also dealing with problems concerning his own crush. He had planned on asking Ariel to the dance this morning when he went to see her in the music room, as the girl always made her way to the school piano before school started, but he got too nervous when he finally saw her and chickened out.

"I'm still going."

Stiles's head snapped up as he realized Scott had still been speaking to him about Allison. Furrowing his eyebrows, the lanky teen shoots his head, "Is that such a good idea? Do you even have a date?"

"Not yet. Do you?" Scott asked.

Stiles winced as he moved to awkwardly scratch his head thinking of the exact moment he went to ask her, "I meant to..."

Scott rolled his eyes, knowing that his best friend would never work up the confidence to actually ask Ariel out. His best friend's only problem when it came to the girl in question was his insecurity.

"Anyways, do you have a suit?" Stiles moved to change the subject.

"Not yet," Scott turned around and leaned on the wall, trying to listen in on Allison's conversation. He trusted the tall brunette but worried about how trusting she could be, especially with a certain Jackass.

"Do you have a ticket to the formal? A ride there?" Stiles asked, knowing the teen wolf was not one to think ahead of time. Scott has never been the most responsible when it came to making plans. He usually depended on Stiles.

"No and no."

"So you're gonna ride your bike to a dance that you're not even allowed to go to without a date, a suit, or away in...with werewolves and werewolf hunters all out to kick your little werewolf ass," Stiles deadpanned.

"Yeah. You gonna help me?" Scott asked, chuckling at the own irony of his situation. How was he ever going to do this?

"Hell yeah," Stiles smiled before wrapping his arm around the boy and pulling him to their first class before they were late.

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"Nothing's wrong; I just have a lot on my mind." Allison wore a tight smile as she tightly gripped her purse to her side. Ariel stepped onto the escalator beside her sister, noticing Allison's apprehension.

"You could smile, at least." Lydia shrugged, stepping up to stand in front of the two other girls.

Tilting her head to the side, Ariel nudged the Argent girl, "Don't frown, Ally. Someone could be falling in love with your smile."

Allison just scoffed, shaking her head.

Lydia looked forward, pursing her lips, "Smile, Allison, I'm buying you a dress."

Ariel knew that Lydia was mainly buying Allison a dress in order to make up for her poor attitude, which she felt led to the whole incident with Ariel and Scott. Ariel felt guilty for the incident as well, however, and offered to split the costs, but her sister vehemently refused. Lydia pointed out that Ariel would have to buy Allison a dress anyway as an apology, and since Lydia owed Ariel a dress, it was just simpler for Lydia to get Allison the dress and for Ariel to keep her money. Ariel could see the logic.

"Have to admit that as far as apologies go, that is more than expected," Allison nodded her head before looking off the escalator.

Ariel hooked her arms together with her friends as they stepped off the escalator, "Great."

"But not as much as I am going to ask," Allison quickly added, causing Ariel's smile to waver as she noticed the odd look Allison was giving her.

Allison had spoken to Stiles during one of her classes as a way to find out how Scott was handling their breakup. Naturally, the boy spoke about Ariel half the time, causing the dark-haired girl to catch onto his crush. It didn't take long for Allison to devise a plan along with Stiles to get the two to go out on a date to the dance.

Allison had even managed to get Lydia's approval of the couple, as the older sister caught onto how great they were together. Keeping her own jealous feelings out of it, Lydia decided that Stiles Stilinksi may be the only guy who deserved her little sister.

Allison and Lydia both turned to Ariel as the redhead spoke, "You are going to go over to the perfume section where Stiles has been stalking you for the past ten minutes," Lydia smiled as she turned to see Stiles testing out the expensive perfumes, in order to act casual.

Ariel giggled as she watched the boy accidentally spray himself in the face causing him to sneeze as he spastically tried to recover from the perfume. She couldn't explain it, but the action made her heartbeat out of her chest.

"And you are going to ask him out to the dance," Allison added, watching as Ariel's goofy grin melted into a shocked expression before settling on a nervous frown.

The girl may be a Martin, but she was never good at talking to new people, or in this case, boys she liked. The girl was too insecure about being able to overcome her anxieties and assert herself. She didn't feel that way when her friends were with her, or she knew the people, but Stiles wasn't just her friend or acquaintance. He was the boy she had a crush on.

Allison leaned down to the petit girl before mockingly pouting, "Aw. Don't frown, Ariel. Someone could be falling in love with your smile."

Lydia rolled her eyes before shoving Ariel towards Stiles, "Ariel, we all know you like him. Go ask him out."

The girl hesitantly looked over at her two best friends, both of which were encouragingly nodding her along before taking in a deep breath and walking towards the boy, "Stiles."

A stupid grin came on the buzzcut boy as he attempted to suavely lean against the counter, "Hey, Ariel. What are you doing here?"

Ariel nervously laughed before pointing to the women's section, "Shopping for dresses," the petit girl nervously nodded her head, not used to be so awkward, "You know? The one tonight?"

Stiles's eyes widened as he realized this was his chance to ask her out. His ten-year plan was finally working, and all he had to do was say the words. Stiles tried to regulate his breathing as he moved to stand in front of Ariel, who was chewing on her bottom lip as she looked him in the eye.

"Will you go to the dance with me?" Ariel blurted, not realizing the words had come out of her mouth until after she said them. She had just been looking into his hazel eyes, thinking about how sweet he was, and she said it.

Stiles flushed, not realizing what she said. Slowly repeating the words in his head, the boy nearly fainted as he watched Ariel nervously wait for his answer. Stiles could barely contain his excitement as he nodded his head up and down.

"Y-y-yes. Yes! YES," Stiles began to shout before realizing that shoppers were sending him odd looks. Not that the boy cared as he literally wanted to scream atop the mountains that THE Ariel Martin, his lifelong crush, asked him to the winter formal. He noticed Ariel was getting a bit embarrassed by the judgemental looks, however, and didn't want to risk her changing her mind because he is an idiot.

"Really," Ariel smiled before launching herself onto Stiles in joy. Tightly wrapping her arms around the teen boy, she couldn't help but smile as he pulled her closer in his arms.

When they pulled away, they were both grinning like love-struck fools.

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"Do you really need to try on these many dresses?" Stiles groaned from behind the seven dresses already piled on his arms. Lydia had taken him as her own personal butler after he agreed to take Ariel to the dance.

Ariel frowned as she stood near Stiles, "Lydia, he isn't your servant."

Lydia shrugged as she held up a pink dress, "This would look good with your skin tone," the girl spoke before turning to Stiles, "Don't you agree?"

Stiles immediately forgot the aching in his arms as he looked at Ariel, "Yeah, absolutely, it would look gorgeous."

"Great," Lydia smiled before tossing it atop the pile of dresses in Stiles's hands.

Ariel was flustered as she looked at Stiles, who was still staring at the girl in awe. She began to follow him to the dressing room as she leaned into him, "You don't have to do whatever she tells you."

Stiles couldn't help but smile as he noticed Ariels concerned tone, "I want to help," Stiles shrugged before adding, "Plus, I get to hang out with you."

Ariel grinned at his words before grabbing the first dress on the pile, "I'll be back."

Stiles took the time Ariel spent in the dressing rooms as a chance to collapse on the sofa, dropping the dresses in his arms on a pile next to him. Lydia had also gone into the dressing room with a few dresses she wanted to try on.

Ariel felt like she tried on at least twenty dresses, none of which looked good on her. She figured that maybe it was her; she was just not pretty enough for any of the dresses. Lydia agreed that most of the dresses were not the right ones.

Just as Ariel was ready to put on her normal clothes and give up, Lydia stopped her, "Wait, I think I have the dress. Just give me a second."

Ariel patiently waited for Lydia to come back, talking to Stiles over the dressing room, which was gladly entertaining her as Lydia caroused the store for another dress.

Finally, Lydia came into the room with a white chiffon dress with beige floral accents. Ariel hesitantly looked at the dress, not sure if she was pretty enough to match the beauty of the dress in her sister's hands.

"Today," Lydia snapped, tired of her sister staring at the dress, "Ariel, you are going to look beautiful in the dress, but you have to try it on first."

Grabbing the dress from Lydia's hands, Ariel hesitantly put the dress on, enjoying the feeling of the soft fabric on her skin. The dress clung to her tightly like a second skin as the metal corset on the inside pushed her breasts up, giving the top a more structured bodice that juxtaposed the loose and flowy bottom. Ariel loved the dress, and at that moment, she knew it was hers.

She tried to reach her back to tighten the string, but she couldn't reach it. She turned around to ask Lydia, but she wasn't in the room any longer.

The short girl sighed as she moved to the door, "Of course she leaves me when I need her help," Ariel muttered before peaching her head out the door.

"Stiles? Can you help me with my dress?" Ariel nervously asked, noticing the boy was still sitting on the couch, boredly blowing raspberries in the air.

Stiles quickly moved, nearly falling off the sofa at her words, "Yeah, I mean, sure." He spoke before hesitantly entering the dressing room. Ariel's cheeks were a light pink as she turned around her him to tie the laces, "Could you just tie it for me?"

Stiles nodded, trying his hardest not to let his eyes wander to the mirror, unsure if the girl was covered, not wanting to evade her privacy. His heart was beating faster than a hummingbird as he slowly worked to the ribbon of her dress.

Ariel shivered at the cool touch of his fingers on her skin, hoping that the goosebump didn't show. His touch was so gentle, so soft, that Ariel practically melted into him.

Once he finished, Stiles backed away for Ariel to look at the dress in the mirror. The brunette, however, was too preoccupied with the boy standing behind her in the mirror, staring at her like she was the most beautiful person in the world.

The angelic girl made a little twirl before saying, "What do you think," Ariel smiled at the dark-haired boy, turning her head to look at his reaction. She swore she could watch him look at her like that for the rest of her life, and she would be happy.

"Y - yeah. You look pretty. Um - yeah it's - you're gorgeous, I mean, you always are - um - beautiful, so um you're - yeah," Stiles nervously stuttered, gesturing to the mirror, "You are perfect."

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Lydia was fervently running around the Martin household, trying to make sure that both girls looked perfect. They all had their dresses on, but none of them had even started with makeup, "Ariel, stop playing with your hair," Lydia whined, as she noticed Ariel absentmindedly playing with a stray curl, "I did not spend the last hour braiding flowers into it for you to mess it up."

Ariel stopped before smiling at her erratic sister, who kept going, "Allison, are you sure you don't want me to pull your hair up?"

Allison shook her head, "No, I want it down."

Ariel looked over at Lydia who, was going through her purses, "Lyds, calm down," the pixie-like girl smiled as Allison placed blush on her cheeks. The girls had found out that Allison was quite talented with makeup which, was extremely useful as Ariel was not good at doing any fancy looks.

Lydia sighed before sitting down next to Ariel, "I can't believe I forgot to get a date. I was so preoccupied with getting you a date that I didn't remember to get one for me."

Ariel frowned, feeling guilty that her sister had spent so much time worrying about her, "You can come with Stiles and me? I know he won't mind."

Ariel bit her lip, knowing that Stiles was probably not the biggest fan of her sister after all the years they ignored his presence. She just didn't want Lydia to have to go alone, "I don't think Danny has a date?"

"At least you don't have to go with Jackass," Allison muttered, causing me to grin.

Lydia shook her head, "I can go to the dance by myself. Plus, who knows who I'll be leaving with," the ginger winked at her sister while Ariel just scrunched her nose.

"Ew, Lyds."

Lydia laughed at her sister before shrugging, "I'm sure you and Stiles will be f-"

"OKAY," Allison shouted as she moved to stand in front of Lydia, blocking her from the girl's view, "I think we are ready."

Ariel jumped from her seat as well, not wanting to talk about her potential sex life with Stiles just yet, pulling Lydia towards the door, "Yep, time to go to the dance."

"Prudes," Lydia muttered while Allison and the pale-eyed laughed. She followed the girls down the hallway of their second floor, trying to think of everything she had in her clutch. The last thing Ariel wanted was to forget anything, "Checking for my money, lipstick, mirror, phone...Phone?"

Ariel sighed as she stopped making her way down the stairs, "Wait, I forgot my phone."

Lydia and Allison's evilly grinned at each other before innocently turning to Ariel, "Why don't you go grab it? I am sure it is in your room?"

Ariel nodded her head as she turned to walk up the stairs once again, careful not to trip in her heels. The girl rushed to her room, looking over at her dresser to see her phone on the charger just where she thought it would be. The girl didn't question the fact that she had brought her phone to Lydia's room before she got dressed, assuming she had put it back without remembering. Turning to leave the room, she walked to the stairs once again.

"Lyds? Allison? I am coming out right now," Ariel shouted, too preoccupied with putting her phone in her purse to realize that her two friends were nowhere to be seen, "I think I got everything so we can finally go," the pale-eyed girl smiles up, before realizing that nobody was there. A small frown fell on her lips as she looked around the foyer to her house, making sure they weren't there.

'They wouldn't leave me, would they?' The girl thought.

Mrs. Martin looked over the couch she was sitting on, noticing her daughter walking towards the door, "Ariel, why aren't you with the girls?"

Ariel looked up at her mom, who was sitting warmly in her pajamas, "I don't know."

"Honey," Mrs. Martin knowingly spoke, walking up to her flustered daughter with a comforting smile, "I believe they are waiting for you outside."

Ariel let out a sigh of relief as she nodded, "Thank you, mom," Ariel smiled, opening the door as her eyes scanned the driveway for Lydia's car, which was not where it usually was.

The first thing Ariel noticed were the white roses spread across the ground, lightly glowing from the fairy lights strung up around the house and trees. That was nothing compared to the run-down blue Jeep owned by the extremely anxious Stiles Stilinski, who stood in front of it in his tuxedo. His nervousness quickly went away as he was distracted by the sight of Ariel Martin, who he could only describe as looking like an angel in her cream-colored dress. His awe was nothing compared to her own.

She was swept away by the beautiful scene in front of her, as she couldn't think of anything so sweet that a boy had done for her. Happy tears began to form as she watched the boy she liked to stand in front of her with—a single corsage in hand. The small girl had worn on a floral crown on top of her head, which Lydia had spent the past thirty minutes curling, and at that moment, it was worth it because Stiles Stilinski was looking at her, Ariel Martin.

"I wanted to do something special since I know it is your first school dance." Stiles began to stutter, quickly realizing that he may have overdone it with the fairy lights. He immediately began to blame himself for not checking with Lydia ahead of time to see if she liked fairie lights or even big gestures in general.

"I love it," Ariel muttered in awe, slowly making her way over to the Jeep as she looked around at the beautiful scenery. She could not get over how beautiful everything was, "Stiles, this is amazing."

The long haired girl turned to Stiles with a smile painted on her lips as she looked up at him in pure joy, placing the corsage on her wrist, "Thank you."

"No problem," Stiles whispered, more distracted by how to lose Ariel stood to even feel nervous at the thought of it. Instead, he stepped closer, pulling her closer to him as they began to sway to the soft song coming from Stiles's car.

The melody filled the air as Ariel felt herself move along with Stiles. Neither seemed to care at that moment about the dance, or even Scott depended on Stiles to arrive there to help him get in. All Stiles could focus on was the tiny girl who was standing in his arms, wanting him to be there. The world could have ended at that moment, and Stiles wouldn't have moved an inch.

Ariel smiled as she felt Stiles hum along to the words, the vibration of his chest tickling her cheek. The girl didn't move away, however, but grip him tighter.

"One step closer."

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After making their way to the formal, Ariel immediately noticed Lydia sitting by herself at one of the tables and dragged Stiles to sit next to her. The Martin twins were extremely loyal, and the brunette decided that if Lydia wasn't going to dance, then neither way she, even if that meant losing Stiles.

Ariel had honestly expected Lydia to socialize halfway through the dance, which was proving not to be the case. Ariel sighed as she looked out to the dancefloor, causing Stiles to eagerly ask, "You wanna dance?"

"Pass," the young girl sighed, watching Lydia look over to Jackson and Allison with despair. Everyone but Allisons seemed to realize how to hurt the red-haired girl was over her exes' sudden interest in the new girl. Lydia Martin would never tell Allison though, knowing she meant to ill will.

"You know what? Let me try that again. Ariel, get off your cute little ass and dance with me now," Stiles said with much more confidence and assertion in his tone, causing Ariel to smile as she knew he was trying to help her out. She genuinely wanted to dance with Stiles, but she wouldn't leave her sister.

"Interesting tactic," Ariel laughed, before frowning, "I'm gonna stay with no."

"Ariel, get up, okay?" Stiles began to raise his voice, standing up from his seat, "you're going to dance with me. I don't care that you made out with my best friend for some weird power thing, I don't. Ariel, I've had a crush on you since the third grade," He started, causing Ariel to fluster in disbelief.

The girl could not believe that Stiles had truly loved her since the third grade. The first time they had ever gotten to know each other. They barely knew each other, and he had liked her then. The pale girl looked up from her hands as she listened to Stiles continue.

"And I know that somewhere deep down you don't like pretending to be someone your not for your sister," Stiles continued, his tone angry about the words he was saying, "And I'm also pretty sure that I'm the only one who acknowledges how smart you are. Uh-huh. And that once you're done giving a shit about what others think and stop pretending to be someone you're not, you'll eventually go off and write some insane mathematical theorem that wins you another Nobel Prize," He continued.

Ariel Martin had never been told off by anyone in her life. She was always the perfect child, student, friend, and sister, so she never thought in a million years that one of her classmates would scream at her, especially for not being herself. And at that moment, she began to realize it was because nobody had ever cared about her so much as to try. Nobody until Stiles.

"Fields Metal."

Stiles looked extremely confused as he leaned on the chair to catch his breath, "What?"

The small brunette stood up before smirking, "Nobel doesn't have a Prize for mathematics. The Fields Medal is the one I'm winning," Ariel corrected him before tilting her head, "So you think I am gonna win a Fields Medal."

Ariel grinned before pulling Stiles towards the dancefloor, choosing to leave her sister for once in her life; the girl watched as Stiles mouthed a 'yes' and did fist bump in the air before following her to the center of the floor.

Ariel couldn't help but giggle at his goofiness before wrapping her arms around his neck. The petit girl tried to contain her excitement as they both danced along to the song, lightly swaying their hips as they had just an hour ago at her house.

"McCall!"

Ariel moved her head towards the sound of noise, watching as Finstock shouted at Scott, who was running as fast as he humanly could toward the school exit. Ariel laughed along with Stiles as they watched Coach Finstock nearly shove kids out of the way to reach Scott. Ariel leaned closer to Stiles, who tried to control his heartbeat as she asked, "Should we help him?"

Stiles winced as he craned his neck to see Scott struggling to push Coach Finstock's hand off his foot as he ran up the bleachers to hide from Coach Finstock which seemed not to be working out for him as he thought. Stiles pursed his lips before shaking his head, "Nah, I think he is fine," the teenage boy shrugged.

Scott was banned from the dance because his grades were low. Evidently, it was either no dance or no lacrosse. Therefore Coach had picked no choice but to choose no dance. Scott didn't share the same belief as he snuck through the air vents to get there.

"Get out of my way! McCall! It's a small gym, buddy," Coach Finstock yelled over the loud music, "I'm gonna find you."

Scott then moved past Ariel and Stiles, causing Stiles to pull the girl closer, so she didn't fall, while Ariel just laughed in glee, enjoying the moment, "Scott is crazy."

"Yeah," Stiles smiled as he watched Scott grab onto Danny and wrap his arms around the boy's neck in a romantic manner, causing Danny to do the same, "I know."

Ariel watched as both boys began to dance along to the music, with Danny appearing more confused than Scott was. Scott nervously turned to look for Coach Finstick just in time to see him rush up to the two boys, exhausted.

"McCall! You're not supposed to..." Coach froze, realizing who Scott was dancing with. "What the hell are you..."

The entire gym went silent, as they all began to watch the scene unfold. Even the band stopped playing to see what was going on between the Coach and his students. Ariel grinned, realizing that it looked like Coach was trying to prevent Scott and Danny from going to the dance together, which would not be a good look on his part.

"What the hell are you doing?" Coach sounded defeated, knowing that he was about to have no choice but to let Scott go.

"Yes, Coach?" Scott asked innocently, shining his big brown puppy dog eyes. Ariel smirked, knowing that Scott was smarter than he appeared and didn't just run up to Danny by accident.

"Okay... Hold on, you... I was just saying he's not supposed to... I mean, I wasn't saying he shouldn't..." Finstock struggled to come up with the right words as the students began to give judgmental looks, "You guys don't think... You don't... I... I was... Just dance, everybody! Just dance! It's a dance! It's a party!" Finstock laughed as he moved away from the boys.

Ariel giggled before turning back to Stiles with a grin, "I love Coach." Stiles wore a perplexed expression as he loosened his grip on Ariel's waist to look down at her.

"hehe, I wish," Stiles groaned.

Ariel laughed before pulling Stiles back to her, pressing her forehead on Stiles's, "Stiles?"

Stiles's looked right into her eyes as she nervously licked her lips, "You have been the sweetest this entire night," Ariel softly said, her breath lightly fanning over Stiles's face as his eyes fluttered shut.

"Yeah?"

Ariel smirked before leaning closer, "So why haven't you kissed me yet?"

Stiles could barely open his eyes in time before Ariel lited her head forward and pressed her lips on his. Stiles could scarcely contain himself as he pulled the sweet girl closer, ducking his head to access her better. Ariel grinned into the kiss as she moved her hands from his neck to his arms, gripping his biceps as she deepened the kiss. Both teens stood like that for a minute, acting as if they were the only two people in the room before Ariel hesitantly pulled away.

There breaths were heavy as they leaned against each other's foreheads, "Be my girlfriend," Stiles whispered, still caught up in the haze of the kiss.

Ariel moved back the amount as she took in his words, "What?"

Stiles nervously licked his lips as he repeated himself, "Will you, Ariel Martin, be my girlfriend?"

Ariel practically jumped out of her shoes as the words, ecstatically shaking her, said 'yes,' as she pulled Stiles closer to her in a huge, "Yes, thousand times over."

Stiles grinned before dipping his head into her shoulder, placing a soft kiss on her collarbone as both teens smiled. Ariel couldn't be happier as she repeated the words over in her head like a broken record.

"Will you, Ariel Martin, be my girlfriend?"

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"Where is he?" Lydia sighed, spinning around on the large football field that Jackson had texted us to meet him at, causing Lydia to ask Ariel to join her, scared of what she would do on her own. Ariel begrudgingly agreed, wanting nothing more than to spend the rest of the formal with her boyfriend.

Ariel couldn't help but smile at the words as they floated around her head. She was Stiles's girlfriend, and she was nothing other than excited. She couldn't believe how much has happened since she got back. Never in a million years did she think that she would forgo her plan to wait until college for a boy. But that was the thing; Stiles wasn't just some boy.

"He said he would meet us here," Ariel frowned as she began to rub her arms to try to protect herself from the cold. The girl was kicking herself for not grabbing a jacket when she left.

Just as Ariel was about to suggest they return to the gym, the lights flicked on, causing the girls to spin around. Coming from the woods was a dark figure walking straight towards them, forcing Ariel to stumble back, having an itching feeling that the model was not Jackson.

"Jackson!" Lydia shrieked, causing Ariel's eyes to widen as she watched her sister shout to the sketchy figure. Ariel quickly ran forward, trying to pull Lydia towards the gym to no avail.

"Lyds, I don't think that is Jackson," Ariel lightly whispered, trying to convince her sister to leave now. The doe-eyed girl turned to face the gym only to see Stiles running towards them hysterically shouting their names.

"Ariel! Lydia!" Lydia turned at the noise of Stiles's screams. "Ariel!"

On the other hand, Ariel looked in the direction of Stiles's fearful eyes as she saw Peter Hale, standing before them with his canines elongated to the size of pens and his eyes blood red. Ariel's screams were garbled in her throat as she reached to pull Lydia away. The brunette could barely turn around to warn her sister; however before he sunk his teeth into her neck as the petit Martin slowly faded into darkness.