𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍
( chapter two )
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"𝐇𝐄𝐘, babe!" Celia said as she approached her in front of the high school.

"Hey, Celia." Ayla yawned, gripping her helmet.

"Did you get any sleep last night?" Celia's eyes widened as she opened her bag, taking out a compact and rubbing some foundation on the rings under Ayla's eyes. Ayla sighed, succumbing to the make up sponge and closing her eyes. "Don't squint!" Celia ordered.

"Okay, enough!" Ayla laughed. "It's bad enough you have my shade and you just carry it around."

Celia shrugged, "it's for emergencies. So did you end up finding the body?"

Ayla sighed. "Nope. But I got a good, long talk from my uncle."

"Ruthless." Celia rolled her eyes as they walked. They passed Stiles and Scott, who had a giant bandage over his middle. "Jeez, what happened to him?" She winced.

"Dunno." Ayla frowned, before walking onward, just getting a little of their conversation; something about wolves.

Ayla rolled her eyes as she caught sight of Lydia Martin, the schools apparent Queen Bee. Ayla thinks the thought of that went to her head. Or maybe it was all the hairspray.

"What's your first class?" Celia looked over her shoulder at the new schedules they got given. "English, that's not so bad... Ew, with Mr. B? Good luck!"

Ayla scoffed. "What do you have?"

Celia replied, "maths," and pretending to slam the locker door into her head before the bell went.

Waving at her best friend, Ayla moved to English. She sighed, her shoulders sagging when she caught sight of Scott and Stiles. Unfortunately, most of the seats were taken, so she slumped into the one furthest away from Stiles. She didn't have a problem with Scott, so she was okay being just horizontal from the boy.

It's Stiles she had a problem with. Ever since the second grade, when they used to live near on the same street, including Celia and another boy that moved away a few years back. They used to come over, into her backyard whenever her and Celia were playing together and spray them with water guns and throw mud into their hair. Celia got over it when they got into middle school, but Ayla was a massive grudge holder. And then, when Stiles accidentally put glue into her hair, causing her to have to chop most of it off, she vowed to never become friends with him.

Was it petty? Yes. Did she care? No.

Mr. B entered the classroom and started writing on the board. "As you all know, there indeed was a body found in the woods last night." From the corner of her eye, Ayla saw Scott and Stiles exchanging glances. "And I am sure your eager little mind are coming up with various macabre scenarios as to what happened."

Ayla doubts anyone in this class is coming up with anything. She watched as Lana reapplied her lipstick for the third time since sitting down, she watched as Tommy tried to blow a bubble with his gum but ended up accidentally spitting it into someone's hair, and she watched as Jake's pen leaked ink all over his syllabus.

"But I am here to tell you that the police have a suspect in custody." Mr. B turned around to look at them. Scott and Stiles looked at each other looking confused, before turning and looking at Ayla. She reluctantly stared back, shrugging at them when they gave her a look. "Which means, that you can give your undivided attention to the syllabus which is in your desk outlining this semester."

The door opened and in walked in their vice principal and a pretty girl Ayla didn't recognise. "Class, this is your new student, Allison Argent." He announced. "Please do your best to make her feel welcome."

Allison came and sat down in the seat next to her, which was the only seat left. Scott turned around, holding up a pen. Ayla frowned when the girl smiled and took it, thanking him.

"We'll begin with Kafka's Metamorphosis on page 133." Ayla sighed and opened her syllabus.

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Ayla found Celia at her locker and announced in a similar voice to the vice principal, "we have a new student."

The girl gasped, "new meat! What's their name?"

"Her name is Allison Argent. She seems nice enough." Scott came and joined them at his locker. "Hey, Scott. What do you think of the new girl?"

Scott's eyes widened, "I- uh, she seems nice."

Celia laughed as she closed her locker and Ayla nodded her over shoulder. "That's her." Scott and Celia looked and saw Lydia talking to her. Ayla winced, "Oof, poor girl."

"Should we tell Lydia to pull down her skirt or do you think she's going for a look?" Celia asked as Stiles and another girl, Betty, came over.

"Can someone tell me how new girl is here all of five minutes and she's already hanging out with Lydia's clique?" Betty asked.

"Because she's hot." Stiles shrugged, "beautiful people herd together."

"I'm hot." Celia told them as they looked at Allison, Lydia and Jackson. "Anyway, are you coming to watch the practice?"

Ayla would rather watch paint dry, but Celia dragged her along anyway. She only reason Celia wanted to go was to watch her crush, James and she didn't want to go alone. James was a nice guy but Celia could do better. Celia and Ayla shared a look when Lydia came and sat down on the bleachers in front of them with Allison.

Coach came along and threw Scott a goalkeeper net and started talking to him, before gently slapping his face and yelling, "Let's go!"

Allison asked Lydia, "who is that?" Ayla looked over and saw her staring at Scott.

"Him? I'm not sure who he is." She answered.

Ayla chose to ignore her and watch the practice. The whistle blew and Scott held his hands to his helmet, looking like he was having a seizure. One of the boys launched the ball at the goal and it hit him directly in the face. Or, would've if he didn't have a helmet on. Scott fell down, on his back and everyone started laughing.

He got back up and rolled his shoulders. Ayla was quickly growing bored and she wished she had her bag, which held two Marvel comics she had yet to read. One of the other guys hurled the ball at the goal but he caught it. Scott actually caught the ball. He looked just as shocked as everyone else.

Celia tapped her arm repeatedly, "there's James, he's next!"

James ran forward, flinging the ball with all his might but again, Scott caught it. Huh.

This happened a few more times before Jackson pushed his way to the front. Everyone watched in silence to see what would happen as he ran forward, firing the ball at Scott. Everyone cheered as Scott caught it. Stiles jumped up, clapping and whooping for his best friend. Lydia also got up, cheering and blocking their view. Ayla and Celia clapped for Scott. Maybe he was going to make first line.

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Great. This is exactly how Ayla wanted to spend her Friday night. At a party. She would rather be on the couch, rewatching Iron Man but Celia dragged her along, saying she needed to get out more than just work and school.

As everyone, including Celia, danced and drank punch that was most definitely spiked, Ayla caught sight of a man in a leather jacket (he gets points for that) standing at the fire pit. She frowned thinking, what the hell?

Someone bumped into her and she glared at them, but when she looked back, the guy was gone. Ayla blinked, convincing herself she was imagining it due to the lack of sleep, but then remembered that hallucinations are a symptom of many fatal things. Going to the drink table, Ayla downed a cup of punch, the liquid burning her throat as she swallowed.

Another person bumped into her as she held her cup, causing the substance to slosh down her front. She whipped around to see Stiles standing there, wide eyed. "Sorry." He said.

"Seriously, Stilinski?" She groaned, pulling the hem of her soaked shirt away from her stomach.

"I'll get you a towel or- or a napkin or something. Hold on." He said, grabbing her arm and dragging her through the crowd of people, arriving in the kitchen. He looked through the draws and pulled out a tea towel, handing it to her. She glared at the slightly taller boy and started wiping down her shirt. She sighed, removing her leather jacket and slamming it onto the island.

"I hope you know you're buying me a new one." She gestured to the jacket as she wiped her stomach.

He nodded, "yeah. Sure."

The shirt was not drying and it was stained pink. "Okay, no. This isn't working. I'm gonna go." She threw the small towel onto the table and turned, disappearing into the crowd of teenagers.

Stiles sighed, following her into the horde of people, immediately losing sight of the girl. He turned and saw Scott, sweaty and stumbling through the house. "Yo, Scott? You good?" He asked, concerned for his friend. Scott moved on, ignoring him and holding his head.

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Ayla went outside but realised Celia was her ride that night. She groaned, tilting her head back and looking at the sky. It was going to be a full moon tonight. She felt someone clear his throat and she turned around, sighing.

A man in a leather jacket looked back at her. "Hello? Can I help you?" She put her hands into her pockets, mirroring his stance.

"I'm a friend of Scott's. He asked me to take you home." He said.

Ayla raised an eyebrow, "you're a friend of Scott? No offence, but... aren't you a little old?"

His face dropped and he looked at her. "Fine. Stand out here in the cold, then. I hope you also noticed that your friend's car is gone."

Ayla looked around at the cars surrounding the house and sure enough, the little red Kia Cerato was gone. "Son of a bitch, Celia." She turned back to him. "Fine, you... fucking weirdo. Which car is yours?"

They got into the car with Allison (huh?) in the back. They drove in silence and Derek dropped Allison off at her house, before asking Ayla where her house was. As she guided him she said, "I like your jacket." He looked down at his jacket, up at the road, then at her ruined one.

"What happened to yours?"

She sighed, "an idiot whose name is Stiles spilt juice on it. You know Stilinski?" Ayla asked, looking at him.

He nodded, eyes on the road. "Shaved head? Too energetic?"

"That's him..." Ayla said, before she realised, if this guy was a friend of Scott's, shouldn't he know Stiles? He pulled up infront of her house and looked at her. "Hey..." she started, "what's your name?"

"Derek."

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Fun Fact: Ayla's birthday is 19th of May, 1995.

Btw, James is played by Brenton Thwaites.