"THE LOOK THAT SAYS THAT the last thing you feel like doing right now is going to a party." The trio walked down the street, already able to hear the loud noise from where the party was happening from where they were. Scott and Valentina were unfamiliar with the neighbourhood, all the bushes neatly cut to perfection, all of the houses having equal size porches.

Neither of them had been in a neighbourhood that felt this flawless. "It's not that." Scott objected, finding it rather hard to place his words how he wanted them into a sentence. "It just seems a little weird going to a different high school's party

"What? Would you... Oh, my God, one drink, all right? You'll be fine." Stiles told him, as he brought his interesting hand gestures into the mix. She tried to move out of the way, with the hope of not being hit, but once he was done she moved back to where she was originally.

"A party is a party, Scott. Doesn't matter which school it is." Valentina pitched in, not with the intent of helping Stiles out, but she wanted them to be done with their pep talk so she could finally get in there. Scott looked over to her, unsure of whether he should be concerned that her sentence was even remotely positive.

"And the only one she's been to is the pizza ones when she was nine." Stiles joked, earning him a hard punch in arm which left him stumbling for balance, before he tried to reassure his best friend that they were okay. "Look, I went to nursery school with this girl, okay? She promised to introduce us to all of her friends. So tonight, no Allison, no Lydia. Tonight we're moving on."

Valentina frowned and turned towards Stiles, a face showing her surprise, but there wasn't too much of it due to her understanding of the situation. "You had a crush on Lydia? You never had a chance." He had turned to her after she had spoken her first sentence, then became extremely annoyed by the second.

"Oh my God... shut up!' Stiles stumbled over his words, he never knew that she had the ability to do that to him, unbeknown to how many more time she's going to leave him speechless. "No Valentina, add no Valentina to the list." The werewolf planted a shocked emotion on her face, as he referred back to what he previously said.

"You're right." Scott said, which made her look past Stiles to him with furrowed eyebrows. Valentina wondered whether he was phasing out of the conversation, mainly because when she looked down his phone, she saw it said that he had a missed call from Allison. She chose to blame his terrible attention span on why he agreed with what Stiles had said.

"That's right, I'm right. No Allison, no Lydia, no Valentina. Onward and upward." His new found happiness angered her, almost as much as she was being annoyed that he was pushing her to the side. Valentina sure as hell would not be pushed to the side.

The Hale girl stood in front of the boys to stop them from moving even closer towards the house. "Okay, what the hell?" Stiles turned to Scott, not quite sure of what of how to respond while he friend looked to happy to be brought down, even by a Hale.

"C'mon, Val! Let's do this!" His enthusiasm shocking the both of them, while making them wonder if he had taken anything when they were looking in another direction. He looked between the two of them, as Scott wrapped an arm around Valentina, which she was quick to remove.

"I... okay. That's not what I'm talking about. Now look at me," Stiles shook off his ardent reaction, bringing his hand high to be met by Scott's before they flipped their forearms in a strange direction and high-fived each other once again. "We're going to have to teach you that, Tina."

Valentina's face scrunched up in disgust, as Stiles brought his hand up to the girl to high five. "Don't you dare," She retorted, slamming his hand back down by grabbing his forearm, which caused him to frown. His puppy eyes seized to affect her, even though he had expected a completely different outcome.

They began to walk down the porch of a house that looked every other one on the street, not seeming to shock any of them. "How does my breath smell?" Scott raised his hand in attempt of smelling his own breath, but failing as was expected by the two other people next to him.

"I'm not smelling your breath," Stiles answered at the same time that Valentina said, "Disgusting." He looked to her with a sour look, causing her to shrug with a look that said 'I was only being honest' because the Stilinski boy had an excellent talent of reading looks, as previously discovered.

"Do you have any gum?" Valentina chuckled, while he continued to send her irritated looks before telling him that he had no gun which seemed to amuse her even more. The werewolf boy frowned, a few people that stood out of the house looking towards them, "But Valentina—"

Stiles interrupted, now only finding her presence as a nuisance where as he had found it as a challenge. "Forget Valentina! We added her to the No-no list." The door to the house stood in front of them, the three of them staring at it intensively.

"Can you at least tell me what sort of party this is?" Scott asked, before the door was opened by two girls who were walking out of it, eyeing the two best friends that stood beside Valentina. With a huff that she certainly would not have had if it were two boys walking out of the door, she walked in after them.

"Stiles! Hi." A girl shouted when they entered the room. The small blonde walked over to them, a small skip in her step when she did so. Valentina seemed to immediately dislike her, but Scott nudged her which made her look to him, who was pointing at his smile. She was not smiling.

"Hey. There's the birthday girl—" Stiles was cut off by her lips crashing into his, while the werewolves next to him widened their eyes. Both of them feeling a bit jealous, but both of them for different reasons. She quickly grew angry at what was happening, because she had planned that if she was going to come that she was going to have fun, not watch Stiles kiss some random girl.

When the girl let go, he shifted uncomfortably where he stood, his eyes not moving from hers. Looking at the band that was stuck to one of the walls, Valentina found out that the girl that had kissed him was called Heather as she said, "So glad that you made it." Heather glanced over to her, and if looks could kill, well she would be more than dead by now, if that was even possible.

"Me too."

"Come downstairs with me and help me pick a bottle of wine." A smug smirk was placed onto her face, while she looked at the Hale girl, who was trying to avoid all eye contact. Suddenly she did not want to be there anymore. Heather pulled Stiles away from them before he had even answered, while she left out a brief huff.

Scott looked over to the small werewolf, now overflowing with the anger that she had recently been concealing from the people around her. "What the hell was that?" She asked, raising her hands up in the air.

"C'mon, moving on." Scott begins to move but Valentina doesn't move from where she stood, but he grabbed her forearm and pulled her towards Heather's friend. "Hey," He greeted, while the girl's eyes seem to linger more on Valentina than it did on him, he slightly understood why. Valentina was hot, but also extremely deadly.

Scott was taken aback by the looks she gave, while it didn't seem to affect the small werewolf that stood next to him who was more than used to looks. A metallic smell filled her nostrils and she mumbled, "Uh, some idiot's cut themselves." Turning to walk away from him, like she had originally planned, Scott grabbed her arm once again.

"How did you tell the different between Derek and his clothing?" He asked whilst people nudged for him to move out of the way off the door, which she complied with and pulled her off to the side with him. The Hale glared at him, and he took the hint to let go of her arm.

"I think that was you who was unable to do that." Valentina retorted, grabbing a plastic blue cup from the side but Scott continued to look at her in a soberly manner. "Why do you wanna' know?" Now facing towards him, she crossed her arms and waited for an answer.

"It might come in handy." With the smug smile on his face, though she remained totally unsatisfied with his answer, she put her cup onto the side. Triumphant, his smug smile turned into a more genuine one, but it failed to reflect onto the girl next to him.

Valentina took in a deep breath. It took her a few seconds to figure out what to say, mumbling "You people are so..." Before she spoke, the brunette realised how hard to was to determine how she was going to approach his question. "Firstly you need to find out what distinguishes the two of them."

"What does what?" He asked, bewildered by what she had just told him while Valentina rolled her eyes sufficiently, enough for him to see her do so. She knew that somewhere in his head he knew what she meant, but he just wasn't in access to it, almost as if his mind was in party mode.

"You're so bad at this," Unanticipatedly, she removed her shirt but as she did, Scott swiftly turned his back to her. "Turn back, moron." The Hale scoffed, while he gingerly turned back. Once again surprising the boy next to her, she flicked a single claw out and slit her palm horizontally.

He cringed at the amount of blood that poured out from her hand, prior to its healing. A few people glancing over to the shirtless girl, most of them mouth agape but she had no idea, partly as to the fact that she really didn't care. Without hesitation, she passed him the shirt which was now mainly covered in her scent, and dripped some of the blood into his hand.

"For me it's the chemo-signals, with the person I call smell their emotion, while an object has no emotion. Therefore it has no chemo-signal." Scott lifted his nose up towards to the two substances patently. Valentina searched on the table behind her for any piece of cloth to wipe her blood on, but failed and wiped it onto the flannel that hung loosely from her hips.

"The shirts smells off," He said after a moment of silence, making her look up. "More metallic while your blood doesn't smell like that at all." Beginning to find her shirtless situation rather awkward, she slipped on the flannel as she knew that she probably should have wiped her blood onto a counter.

"That's how my mother taught me to do it, but I could never get the hang of it."

"What happened to them? I know they died in the fire, but you talk about them with this anger—" The term saved by the bell came to mind when she heard Scott's phone ringing from his pocket, grateful that the conversation didn't have any reason to go downhill. She was certain that it would, because she certainly wasn't going to answer his question.