CHAPTER ONE.

CHAPTER ONE:
breaking and entering your
way back into my life.

"So what you're saying is, you need me," Ellie says smugly, her arms crossed against her chest.

When her doorbell rang she was expecting a package to be outside her door, she was expecting some new clothes that her famous fashion designer aunt made, to be coming in soon. The last thing she thought would be outside was her spastic ex, otherwise she definitely would have never answered it.

"Not in so many words," Stiles retorts, hopping up and down on the balls of his feet.

He didn't want to be there as much as Ellie didn't want him there but Scott was his best friend and he was desperate. So, alas, here he was stuck asking his bitch of an ex for help. The fact that she still managed to look so pretty irks his soul. She was a horrible human being, why couldn't she look that way?

Ellie hums while tilting her head to the left. Her icy eyes assess the bouncing boy in front of her before meeting his brown ones, the same eyes she used to spend hours staring at. "Well how about this word? No," she says before tacking on a smirk, her dimples deepening.

Before Stiles can even blink, the front door of the mansion in front of him gets slammed in his face. "Oh come on!" Stiles yells, taking a step foward and pounding on the door. "It's for Scott!" He yells again trying to reason with the she-devil.

Ellies gasps, opening the door. "For Scott?" She asks meeting Stiles' eyes.

A small half-smile makes its way across Stiles' face as he gives her a nod. Maybe he was wrong, maybe she does have a heart. Maybe apart of her still slightly cares about him.

"Still no," Ellie says before slamming the door back in his face and even going as far as to locking it.

Nevermind. She's a bitch, an evil wench. A soul sucking hag.

Stiles huffs, his face scrunched in annoyance. "Ellie!" He yells in frustration, ringing the door bell repeatedly.

"Will you stop it!" Ellie yells, the door now open once more.

"No," Stiles says as he pushes his way inside the house he knows so well.

"Stiles!" Ellie yells, following behind the obsessive boy. "You can't just barge into my house like this."

Stiles brushes her off with a wave of his arm before running up the stairs two at a time.

"Stiles!" Ellie yells again. She huffs in annoyance before she follows suit and runs up the stairs, trying her best to keep up with him.

Stiles barges his way into her father's study. His whiskey eyes flickering across the walls looking for something, anything to give him a hint on how to help his friend.

"Stiles," Ellie calls out breathlessly from the doorway. She looks at him as his nimble fingers runs across the many binders that line the wall. She watches him as the sun from the window lights up his face, giving him a golden glow almost making him look angelic. Almost. Ellie couldn't be fooled, she knew exactly what type of person Stiles' was. The type of person to lead you on.. for three years.

"Werewolf, werewolf, werewolf," Stiles chants as he searches the binders.

"Were- what the hell are you doing?" Ellie demands, stomping her way towards him.

"Shh," Stiles shushes her continuing on his search.

Ellie glares at him before grabbing a book off her fathers desk and going over to the boy she despises so much.

"Get," she yells hitting him with the book. "Out." Whack. "Of." Whack. "My. Whack. "House." Whack.

"Ow, wha- what is wrong with you? Are you crazy?"

"Crazy? You broke into my house!"

"Hey, now you're just being dramatic. I didn't break in, I... pushed my way in, okay? There's a difference."

"Same thing!"

"No," Stiles shakes his head. "Its not."

Ellie rolls her eyes. "Why are you here, Stiles?" She says frustratedly, crossing her arms to stop them from wrapping around Stiles' neck.

"I think Scott's a werewolf," Stiles hesitantly confesses.

"You.. think... Scott's a werewolf," Ellie repeats slowly, her face completely blank of any emotion.

"Yes, did I stutter?" Stiles says hastily in annoyance, he didn't have time for this. Lydia's party was only a couple hours away and he desperately needed something to convince Scott on what he was. He needed to stop his best friend from putting their entire high school in danger.

Ellie purses her lips at the boys attitude. He had the audacity to bulldoze his way into her house and then give her attitude?

"You must have," she nods. "Because it sounded like you said you think Scott's a werewolf."

Stiles sighs, rubbing his face in frustration. "I did say that," he exclaims, his arms shooting out in the air before slamming back to his side

Ellie nods before walking out the room.

"Where are you going?" The buzzcut boy asks as he follows behind her.

Ellie turns at the top of the stairs, her hand on the railing. "I'm going to call Eichen because you have lost your mind," she says simply before going down the stairs.

"Wha-" Stiles stutters in disbelief his eyes wide and mouth agape. "Don't, do not do that!" he spazzes quickly following the blonde.

"You think Scotts a werewolf!" Ellie exclaims, picking up her phone from where she left it on the kitchen counter. "Somethings not right in that egg head of yours," she adds on shaking her head.

She always knew Stiles was... special, but she had always tacked that up to his insane intelligence. For as long as she's known the boy his brain has always been moving and trying to solve things, even if there was nothing to solve. Now she was just convinced the guy truly was out of his mind.

"Your dad literally has a whole career built on this stuff!" Stiles tries to reason with her.

Ellie glares at him, bringing in her father was a low blow. "My dad's a nutcase."

Stiles arms flail in the air. "He's famous and has a huge following!"

"They are also nutcases," Ellie shrugs, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Ohhh my god!" Stiles groans rubbing his face. "You are infuriating!"

Ellie sends him another deadly glare. "And you are in my house, get out!"

"Fine!" Stiles shouts. "I'll do this myself," he grumbles in anger while walking out the front door. He aggresively moves his way around Ellie's dad who he almost bumped into.

"Was that Stiles I just saw?" Martin asks, two paper bags of groceries filling his arms. He assesses his daughters stance, her arms crossed against her chest in defence. Her blue eyes formed into a venomous glare, her lips pouted.

She looks so much like her mother, Martin thinks while setting the groceries onto the island in their kitchen.

"Yeah, he just barged his way through the house mumbling about werewolves," Ellie tells her father in disgust.

Martin's eyes perk up. "Werewolves you say?" He asks, his attention fully on his daughter.

Ellie takes note of her fathers interest but she rolls her eyes and nods nonetheless.

She never understood why her father was so obsessed with these fairytale creatures. That's all they were, fairy tales. Something you read in a book but her father was always insitant on them being real, even going as far as to saying he's seen them himself. Ellie just never believed in all of it, she was more of don't believe it until you see it type person. Even if it were all true though-- and Ellie has thought about it a lot, how could she not? It's her father's life work for crying out loud! Maybe there was a reason these creatures were hidden from the world, from humans. Maybe they were better off left that way. In all books and movies, humans and mosters have never co-existed at least not without a death. A whole lot of it.

And don't even get her started on how the blonde's are always the first to go.

"You know," Martin breaks his daughter out of her reverie. "Beacon Hills is actually a magnet for the super-"

"Oh dad," Ellie groans. "Not this crap again!"

Martin's eyes widen in offense. "It's not crap Ellie," he defends. "It's real life."

Ellie rolls her eyes, for what felt like the hundreth time for today. "Whatever," she shakes her head. "I need to start getting ready for Lydia's party."

"Lydia?" Martin asks curiously looking up from taking the groceries out the bags. "I thought you hated her."

"I do," the young teen says bluntly before walking up the stairs to get to her room.

Martin watches his daughter go in disbelief. He shakes his head. "Cryptids, I get. Teenagers, not a bloody clue!"

Ellie's smirk widens as she steps through the front door of Lydia Martin's mansion. Her blue eyes scan the throng of people looking for the the fiery red-head. Ellie's plump pink lips pout as she realizes Lydia is no where to be seen, the blonde was hoping to see the irritation on Lydia's face when she realize Ellie has crashed her party. It was, after all, the blonde's favorite sight to see.

Despite what most of Beacon Hill's thought, Ellie and Lydia didn't truly hate each other. Sure, they love to make snide remarks about each other and loved to bask in each others annoyance but none of it was out of hate. It was simply out of a mutual understanding . An understanding that Beacon Hill's could only have one queen and neither one of the stubborn girls were willing to watch the other have the throne.

It was probably all in Beacon Hill's best interest though, because if the two femme fatales ever formed an alliance-- they would be unstoppable.

At the dissappointment of not finding Lydia, Ellie makes her way over to where all the drinks are. Usually before a party Ellie would pregame but today she didn't have the time to do that, with Stiles' barging his way through her house, so she definitely had some catching up to do. The blonde walks over to the kitchen area and spots a big bowl of Jungle Juice. She wastes no time in filling up a cup and downing it before filling up another one.

A heat spreads throughout her body as the hard liquor hits her throat. She slowly starts to swap her hips side to side, she turns around and sees a flailing hand in the corner of her eye. Ellie's blue eyes land on Stiles' attempting to flirt with a brunette girl, she smirks and starts to head over. What better way to start off the night than tormenting her ex? After all, he did break barge himself back onto her radar.

A stomping of heels coming towards her catches Ellie's attnetion. "What are you doing here?" Lydia demands.

Ellie smirks. "Partying?" She says lifting up her cup. "That is what you call this lame get together isn't it?"

"You weren't invited," Lydia says firmly her arms crossed against her chest.

"You mean you actually send out invitations now?" Ellie scoffs. "I thought you just spread the word and hoped that people will come."

Lydia flips her fiery locks over her shoulder. "When you're as popular as me, people always come to your parties."

"And when you're as popular as me, you don't need an invite," Ellie fires back before walking away. Pulling a cute lacrosse player that was leaning against the wall onto the dance floor. Lydia fumes as the blonde blows her kiss.

The cute lacrosse player hands guide Ellie's hips to sway against his own. "What's your name?" He whispers into her ear.

"Don't worry about it ," Ellie says, getting lost in the music.

"Why not?" He pushes.

Ellie turns to face him, reaching her arms over his shoulders. "Because I'll forget all about you tomorrow."

The lacrosse player shrugs and just continues to dance. A hot girl wants to give him a good time with no strings attached, he's definitely not going to question it.

"I'm going to go fill up my drink," Ellie interrupts, after dancing for three songs.

The lacrosse player boldly places his lips against Ellie's. "Find me later."

Ellie shrugs at the lackluster kiss. "I'll think about it," she says before walking off.

She heads over to the drink area and fills her cup up for the third time tonight. Ellie wasn't an alcoholic by any means, she only drank on occasion. However, she had a high tolerance and it alway took her at least three cups to feel some sort of buzz. The blonde turns back around bumping into someone and spilling her drink everywhere.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sor-" She exclaims looking up at the person. When she meets familiar brown eyes she retracts her apology. "Ahh, nevermind, I meant to do that."

Stiles rolls her eyes. "Oh haha so funny," he says making a mocking face at her. "Have you seen Scott?" He asks in a hurry, his brown eyes coated with worry and pnic.

"Hmm trouble in paradise?" The blonde asks taking a sip from what's left of her drink.

Stiles glares at her. "You know what, I don't have time for you," He tells her in annoyance before storming away from her for the second time that day.

Ellie's eyes soften as she sees him leave the party in a rush. She almost goes after him, almost.

He's not hers to follow anymore.

With that last thought the young blonde goes back drowning herself in alcohol and cute guys.


NOTES.
i second guessed myself so much starting this chapter. i didn't really want to start from the beginning of the episode and i wanted to do something different. i really hope this flows okay! i'm also super sorry if stiles seems ooc i tried my best!
also i'm rewatching s1 of tw rn and idk about y'all but if i went over to someones house and they had a shit ton of guns and other weapons in their garage i would have ran for my life. scott was goofy for ignoring that huge red flag

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