Emma's P.O.V:

Once Stiles taked me home, I definitely don't expect my dad waiting for me.

But guess what? He is waiting for me. How nice.

"Where were you, Emma? Did you forget about the curfew?" is the first thing he asks.

"I'm fine, thanks for asking." I roll my eyes, taking my jacket off. "I was out."

"Emma, it's dangerous," he says and I decide to cut him right there. I have enough with Stiles' mood changes; I can't handle my dad as well.

"I was at Scott's, okay? His mom came home early and Stiles dropped me here, I wasn't all alone in the streets of Beacon Hills, you got to be stupid to do such a thing. Can I please go to my room now?"

"One more thing." His mood seems to change and I hope that if he calls Mama McCall-which he most likely will-she covers up for me.

"Yeah?"

"You're friend called. She said she got you a date for tomorrow?" he raises an eyebrow.

"What? Why would Stiles call you to tell you that?"

It is ridiculous, I was with him the whole afternoon. And yes, he is considerate as my friend in this house, because we used to hang out as kids.

"I said 'she', Emma. Lydia Martin called." I laugh out loud, sarcastically.

"Lydia Martin isn't my friend. I rather end up alone with twelve cats than being her friend, dad," I groan.

"Well, that isn't my problem." He smiles amused. "She got you a date for tomorrow, why don't you attend?"

"Because I already have plans for tomorrow with Stiles." I lie. I guess we'll end up hanging out anyway but it's not like I have plans with him.

"We talked about this, Emma." Dad frowns. Is Stiles that bad?

"Okay, fine. I'll go with Lydia, if that makes you happy." I sigh, too tired to even argue about this.

"Emma-"

"No, dad; I don't mind, really." I shrug and run upstairs before he can say anything else.

Indeed, the next day I have to decline Stiles' offer to take me home, even though I just promised I wouldn't ditch him again.

"Who's taking you out?" he asks, kind of disappointed but with a smirk plastered on his face. That is Stiles for me.

"I don't know; some douchebag from Lacrosse team," I groan, rolling my eyes.

"Well...have fun?" he chuckles and I smack his arm.

"Not funny!" I whine.

"Whatever; see you around," Stiles says before disappearing.

I'm about to protest and tell him to go to hell but I can't because "Emma!" Lydia squeals. My hands form fists and I am ready to punch her in the face. "Are you coming?"

We end up going to Allison's house. I'm sitting there while Lydia picks up her clothes.

Why can't Allison decide what to wear herself? Girls are weird.

"Aren't you going to get changed?" Lydia then asks me.

"Aren't you?" I ask back. She is wearing the same thing she used for school.

"Darling," she says with a fake smile. "I don't expect you to know this, but I'm using a-"

"Yeah, a cheap copy of a Valentino, I know that." I roll my eyes. "My mom was a fan of him, that's how I know his designs. I'm just fine with this, thanks." I'm not dressing that bad today: blue blouse and skinny jeans, pretty much everyday Emma.

She doesn't say anything; she goes to help out Allison instead.

Papa Argent then comes in and throws at us all the curfew bullshit. There isn't any wild animals but wolves, he and I both know that.

"Someone's daddy's little girl," Lydia comments and I chuckle, earning a look from Allison and a smirk from Lydia.

Okay, that's a first. "Sometimes," Allison answers. "But not tonight." She puts on a beanie and jumps out of the window.

Now; if girls are weird, Beacon Hills girls are the weirdest.

"Are you girls coming?" Lydia and I share a look and for the first time ever, we agree.

"We'll take the stairs," Lydia says. I close the curtains and we both get out of her room.

"That blouse is nice, by the way," she says. "Stilinski couldn't take his eyes out of you today."

I want to protest but she doesn't give me the chance and this is why I don't trust Lydia Martin.

Stiles doesn't even look at me, come on. But it's not important.

Ride is full of bubble-gum pop music and if Stiles was here, he'd be laughing at me no doubts.

Lydia parks the car near the entrance and the music finally stops.

"Thank God," I mutter before getting out of the backseat.

I'm not used to the backseat; I'm always in the passenger seat, either in my dad's or Stiles' car.

I sigh in relief when I spot Scott but then I get annoyed again when he greets Allison first. I know she's his date but I'm his best friend, am I not?

"Emma, this is Matt." Lydia smirks along with Jackson.

"Hi," the boy says. I just nod in response.

We all get inside and I already start to get bored. "When was the last time you bowled?" Allison asks Scott.

"At Emma's birthday party," Scott answers. "When I was eight..." he mumbles so I can hear him.

"Yeah and I kicked your ass, McCall." I wink at him and he rolls his eyes.

We finally start playing and this is so lame. If I have a boyfriend one day I just hope he doesn't bring me here, like ever.

The only thing Matt talks about is cameras. Lydia and Jackson can't stop touching each other and Scott is an idiot because he doesn't know how to play.

"Do you have a camera?" Matt asks for the third time today.

"I do not have a camera, for God's sake," I groan. "And stop talking about that, it isn't attractive at all. And Jackson!" I snap making him look back at me. "Shut the fuck up, Scott is just getting started."

But after a couple of rounds of Scott failing, I really start to get mad.

"Can I talk to you, Scotty?"

"Yeah, sure," he says walking away from the group.

"Do you forget the part where you have superpowers? I know you said you wanted a normal life but as Derek I'm-going-to-kill-you Hale says, bite is a gift. Just use it and get the girl before I have to kill myself."

"Okay...okay, fine," he says.

"Don't give me that look, I'm not that scary." I give him my sweetest smile as I go back to my seat.

Allison talks to Scott too and even though I hate to admit it, I know he listened to her more than me.

"Do you want something to eat?" Matt asks me.

"Yeah, a burger would be fine." I smile at him.

"A burger?" he asks dumbfounded.

"Yeah, a burger. Oh, actually; make them two. I'm hungry." I keep smiling as he stands up.

Girls can eat burgers too.

As I wait for him to come back, Scott makes three strikes in a row and I'm pretty sure three mores are coming.

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Finishing my second burger, girls get together while boys are playing pin ball.

"So what do you think about Matt, Emma?" Lydia asks me. We are on talkative terms now.

"Yeah, he's hot but definitely not my type." I shrug.

Lydia scoffs. "He isn't your type? What's your type then?" As if Lacrosse players were the only decent thing around.

"Hyperactive, awkward and surprisingly smart kids who drive shitty jeeps," Allison answers for me and I almost chock on the burger.

"First: Stiles' jeep isn't shitty and-"

"Who was talking about Stiles?" Allison interrupts me and Lydia giggles. Are they teasing me? Like, really?

"I do not like him, okay? He isn't my type either! I wouldn't be able to be around him without wanting to punch him on the face, and last time I checked, girlfriends don't do that. Are you constantly punching Jackson on the face?" I roll my eyes but the girls keep laughing.

"Let's get out of here," Allison suggests. I guess she'll go with Scott.

I'm left alone with Lydia Martin.

"I can teach you how to make him fall for you, you know," she says.

"I don't need to make him fall for me." I roll my eyes yet again.

"Take it or leave it." She shrugs.

I will leave it for a long time, thanks.

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