LEXIE KOURY KNEW she wasn't the best mother. The 'World's Greatest Mom' mug she drank out of everyday was nothing more than a pathetic facade. She knew she neglected her dearest daughter both accidentally and on purpose.

Lexie grew up moderately wealthy. The designer clothes she wore only served to cover the bruises underneath inflicted by her drunken excuse for a father. Lexie put all of her focus growing up into her schoolwork and academics.

Getting pregnant at eighteen was not ideal for her big dreams.

Lexie was written a check and promptly kicked out of her home. She fled South to a much smaller town where she gave birth and lived with her Aunt. By thirty she was a successful cardiovascular surgeon, on the road to everything she ever wanted.

But at what cost?

Selena Lynn, her beautiful blonde baby girl, grew up bouncing from nanny to nanny. Every moment of her free time was spent begging to go to the hospital and roam the halls just as her mother did.

Part of Lexie made an effort to avoid her child, despite the love she felt. Not only did she hate the idea of motherhood conflicting with her career, but she was terrified she'd inflict the same pain her parents did.

Somehow, Lexie convinced herself an absent mother was better than an abusive one. She had no reason to believe she'd ever hurt Selena, yet the thought still kept her up some nights. Especially when she heard her darling daughter crying herself to sleep weeks on end.

From afar, Lexie watched her daughter grow into a confident and breathtaking young woman. She tried to schedule pathetic little dinners from time to time, making at least the slightest of effort. Usually Selena detested them and did everything she could to get out of them.

That was why Lexie was so surprised when Selena left a note telling her to be at Crystal White at six PM sharp. Crystal White was a fairly expensive restaurant a little ways out of town. It was also Lexie's favorite place to eat.

Shortly after Lexie arrived, she spotted Selena sat at a table not too far away from the entrance. She wore a nice, silky dress and had her hair and makeup done simply. Lexie couldn't help the prideful smile she wore on her way over.

"Hello darling," Lexie greeted once arriving. Selena offered a tight-lipped smile as she stood up to hug the older woman. After a moment, they both took their seat, "That's a lovely dress, I don't think I've seen it before."

Selena struggled not to feel annoyed, "I wore it to freshman year homecoming."

"Oh," Lexie blurted, her smile faltering. After giving it another once over, she realized it did in fact look to match the picture she had hung up. She quickly shook it off, "Anyways, how are you doing? How's school going?"

"It's alright," Selena shrugged, eyes reading over the menu despite already knowing her order.

"Excellent," Lexie nodded, "And how's Lydia? Got any new boyfriends? Or even girlfriends, for that matter."

Selena sighed softly, "Lydia's fine. And no, I'm not seeing anyone."

The waiter appeared shortly thereafter, taking their orders and dropping off the drinks Selena already placed. Lexie was given a white wine while Selena settled for an iced tea.

Their chatter was bland and meaningless for a while. After a few minutes of eating, Lexie finally decided to speak up.

"So, darling, was there a reason you asked me to come here?" Lexie asked, "Not that I mind, you know I love having dinner with you, but I must admit I wasn't expecting it."

Selena seemed to take exceptionally long chewing her next bite. Her heart raced crazily within her chest, flooded by nerves. She had pictured a thousand different possible outcomes—from Lexie flipping the table to her dying of a heart attack on the spot, Selena didn't rule out even the craziest of ideas.

Even when looking at it objectively, there was no clear answer. Lexie Koury was a wild card in every sense of the word. Her personality clashed within itself. None of her motives were blatantly obvious and she was impossible to read.

So, all Selena could do was try and maintain her confidence.

"I'm pregnant," Selena decided to be straight forward. That was one thing she knew, she got her bluntness from her mother. There was no point beating around the bush.

At first, nothing happened. Lexie's hand paused midair from where she was going to grasp her wine glass. Her gaze flicked upwards, steely blue eyes locking with Selena's. Selena swallowed the saliva gathering in her throat, sitting up just a tad as she was sure not to falter under her gaze. Now was not a time to show weakness.

Lexie then continued, going to take a long swig of her wine. She set the glass back down, looking down to her plate as she pushed her food around with a fork.

"How far along?"

"Over a month, probably closer to two."

Selena didn't miss a beat. She was ready for this. She'd thought out every possible outcome, after all, this was most certainly one of them. The cold, calm, and seemingly collected stage where Lexie gathered all the facts before coming to a conclusion.

"Who knows?"

Peter's name almost left her lips, before she caught herself, "No one. Just you."

Lexie nodded slowly, "What about the father? Do you know who it is?"

"Yes," Selena spit out, finding it only slightly more difficult to keep up her composure, "Clyde Bo, lacrosse player. He'll never know it's his, it was just a drunken mistake."

Saying this was much easier than admitting the truth. That being, she was the only one beyond intoxicated and he took advantage of this.

Lexie took in all the information with a neutral expression. Any shock or ill feelings were hidden incredibly well.

"Do you plan to keep it or give it up for adoption?" Lexie asked her final question. She still remembered the beatings she took when it was her who was sat there, coming forward about her pregnancy. Lexie's parents were sternly against the thought of aborption, forcing those ideals onto their young daughter.

"I," Selena paused for a moment. She had to take a deep breath before continuing, "I'm going to keep it."

Neither of them spoke. All they could hear was the light chatter and elegant music outside of their little bubble. The waiter stopped by to check on them before they were alone again.

Finally, Lexie let loose a smile. She moved her chair until it was sat right next to Selena's, engulfing her in a hug, "I'm still proud of you, my love. You were brave today, being direct and telling me how it is. Much stronger then I was all those years ago."

Selena could breathe normally now. She relaxed into her mother's hold, a comfort she so rarely was granted. Selena had to close her eyes to hold off the tears of gratitude.

"Thanks, mom," Selena whispered against her chest. Lexie was still smiling as she pulled back. She gently cupped Selena's cheeks, wiping away any little tears.

"Of course," she slid her chair back to its previous spot, "Go ahead and eat that pasta—you're eating for two now."

Selena's delicate laugh could be heard as she began to twirl some noodles onto her fork.

It seemed like everything had fallen into place perfectly.

* * * * *

It was quite possible that nothing at that moment could've deterred Selena Koury's mood. She had a confident smile slid across her lips as she exited the girls' locker room after morning cheer practice. Her hips appeared to sway just a tad as she strut down the nearly deserted hallway.

Dressed in a brown, long-sleeved dress, Selena had her hair gathered into a high pony tail. Her makeup was done flawlessly as ever, with dark brown winged liner and orange tinted lip-gloss.

She was about to turn down a different corridor when somebody called out her name. Turning, Selena raised a brow. Her eyes locked with the dark brown irises belonging to none other than Scott McCall.

"Hello there, Scotty," she greeted, walking over to him, "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Scott struggled to hide the fact he felt awfully intimidated by the blonde bombshell. It was Selena fucking Koury. He gulped down his fear, hands clutching the straps to his bag, "We need to talk."

"So talk," Selena shrugged carelessly. Something told her this was about her affiliations with Peter, but even that did nothing to kill her mood.

"I know you were there," he began, only mildly uncertain in himself, "the night the bus driver was attacked. I remember it. You helped."

Selena hummed, head tilting, "What are you saying I did, exactly?"

"I don't know how you did it," Scott admitted reluctantly, losing his advantage, "There was fire everywhere. You did something to me, too, that's why it's so hard to remember."

Selena nodded sarcastically, "So, what, I have the ability to make fire shoot out of my hands and I decide to waste it on some broke-ass bus driver?" she challenged. It was amusing how she could tell him exactly how it was while he remained clueless.

"I don't know," Scott narrowed his eyes a hair, growing frustrated, "I know you were there with the alpha and I know you helped kill him. Why would you do that? How did you do it?"

Selena stepped even closer to him, their chests only a few inches apart, "You don't even know who the alpha is, do you?"

His pause before he spoke again gave away all she needed to know, "I know you're helping him, I just don't know why. He's killing people, innocent people, Selena. I know you're not a bad person, just help me stop him."

Selena scoffed, advancing yet again. This time she pushed at his shoulders, shoving him against the lockers behind him, "Bold of you to assume it's him that killed Meyers," she snapped arrogantly, "Instead of being so caught up in how I was involved with what happened that night, you should focus on what I will do if you try to get in my way again."

Scott was stunned to silence, gulping as he listened to the threat. After another tense few moments of her staring him down, Selena walked away.

She had much better things to do.

Scott, so far, had only told Stiles about the fact that Selena was there that night. He was anxiously pushing off telling Derek Hale, the only other werewolf he knew. Derek was aggressive and nearly emotionless. He would not take well to finding out some teenage girl was working with the alpha.

Derek intended to kill the alpha no matter what it took. That included beating information out of this popular blonde girl.

However, Scott was lost in confusion. He didn't understand what Selena could possibly gain from helping kill. He had no way of knowing what ruthless manipulation she was undergoing, how her train of thought was entirely derailed by the same serial killer alpha werewolf.

Selena was right, no matter how she was doing it, why would she kill a bus driver?

Essentially, Scott knew nothing except for the fact that Selena was even more dangerous than he initially thought.

author's note
this was really short hold on lemme double update