Season 1, episode 11: formality

"You're so beautiful."

A FEW DAYS after, I found myself sitting on Scott's bed as Stiles and I watched our best friend frantically search for his phone. We had already used my phone to call it but nothing was heard, but Scott didn't give up.

He had already searched under his bed, in his closest, literally anywhere in his house while Stiles and I just stood there. At the moment, Scott was looking underneath his desk, hoping to find it when he's already look.

"Call it again, Y/n." Scott instructs.

Stiles sighs. "It's not here." Scott ignores him, continuing to look. "So you lost your phone. Why don't you just get a new one?"

"I can't afford a new one. And I can't do this alone. We have to find Derek." Scott tells us as he searches under his bed again.

"Well, A, you're not alone. You have us. And B, didn't you say Derek walked into gunfire? He sounds pretty dead." Stiles recalls.

"Argent's plan was to use him to get the Alpha. They're not gonna kill him." Scott states.

"Alright, so then just let them do what they're planning, you know? They use Derek to get Peter, problem solved." Stiles states.

"Not if Peter's going after Allison to find Derek!" Scott exclaims. "I can't protect her on my own. Which means we need to find Derek first. Just help me!"

As Scott continued to search for his phone, a ball suddenly hit Stiles in the head, making the boy roll his eyes while I chuckle at his face.

"Maybe you lost it when you and Derek were fighting." I suggest, trying to help the situation, though I don't think I did.

"Oh, yeah. You remember that, when he was trying to kill you? After you interrupted him trying to kill Jackson? Are you starting to see a pattern of violent behavior here?" Stiles reminds, adding on to what I said.

"He wasn't going to kill anyone. And I'm not letting him die." Scott protests.

"Could you at least think about letting him die? For me? For Y/n?" Stiles asks, making me kick his foot with mine.

The boy looks at me, seeming to question why I did that. I only shake my head, looking back at Scott just as he moves his head to the side, seeming to focus on something that wasn't in the room.

"What?" I question.

"My mom just got home from work." Scott informs.

Stiles and I exchange a concerned look, then watching as Scott moves himself to sit on his desk slightly, looking at the floor as he was probably listening to his mother talking. Scott suddenly frowns, making me look at him curiously.

"Is she okay?" I ask, receiving a small shake in the head. "What's she doing?"

Scott glances down at his feet. "Crying."

"Scott, you can't protect everyone." Stiles says softly, obviously wanting to help.

"I have to." Scott replies.

* * *

There wasn't any school today, so Lydia and Allison had dragged me to the mall with them to buy dresses for the formal. When we walked into a store full of dresses, we dispersed, looking for dresses for the formal. As I looked around, my gaze landed on Allison talking to a man. She seemed uncomfortable. A woman's voice soon came on the intercom, talking about a car where I see Allison jog out. Turning back around, I see the man she was talking before staring right at me. It was Peter Hale.

"Hello again, Y/n." Peter greets calmly in a low voice, taking a step towards me.

"What do you want?" I question, trying to act confident but on the inside, I was terrified.

"You're in Scott's pack, correct? You and that skinny boy who wears those flannels? Stiles, is his name?" Peter asks, a tiny smirk appearing on his face.

"Just leave us alone." I demand. "We know what you want. You're not gonna win."

Peter squints his eyes at me. "I must say, Y/n, you oddly look like someone I used to know. Same eyes, same hair, except different face and voice."

My eyes furrow in confusion and before I can say anything, I feel a hand grab mine as I'm pulled away from the Alpha in front of me. I was led out the store where I realize it was Stiles who held my hand. My best friend turns around, looking at me in concern, which I just give him a reassuring nod as if to say I was okay.

* * *

The night of the formal, I stood in my bedroom after having a shower, looking at myself in the mirror with my dress on. I've never been a huge fan of makeup, especially a full face of makeup so I had done a little bit on my face. Also, I wore sneakers instead of heels, as I don't like heels.

My dad walks into my bedroom, a big smile on his face when he saw me already dressed for the formal.

"You look beautiful, sweetheart." Dad compliments.

I smile. "Thanks, dad."

I turn around, wrapping my arms around my dad, feeling him hug me back. Most people probably wouldn't believe me when I say how different my dad is than he usually is at school when practice happens. The sound of a car horn is what makes us pull apart, knowing Stiles was here.

"Who's picking you up?" Dad questions.

"Stiles, I guess." I reply.

"Bilinski?" Dad asks, raising a brow.

In response, I nod as I head down the stairs, dad following after me. I give him one more hug even though I know he's gonna be at the dance, chaperoning. With that, I head off the porch, getting in the back seat of Stiles' jeep, seeing him and Scott sitting in the front.

"I thought you weren't aloud to go?" I recall, looking to Scott.

Scott raises a brow. "You really think I would listen to your dad?"

"No, I guess not." I state, shrugging before looking to Stiles. "How come you picked me up? Do you not have a date?"

"No, I'm going stag." Stiles tells me, taking a glance at me.

I nod, smiling. "Me, too."

Stiles drives out of my driveway, heading our way to school. When we get there, Scott heads out, informing us about going to the roof before heading off. Soon enough, Stiles parks the jeep, quickly getting out and jogging to my side, opening the door for me.

With a chuckle, I hop out, fixing my dress just as Stiles holds out his arm, waiting for me to link arms with him. A giggle escapes me as I do so, the two of us walking into school and into the gym. Many teenagers stood on the dance floor, dancing with each other while Stiles and I seat ourselves at a table.

Neither of us say a word, obviously not knowing what to say or do. I glance to the crowd of teenagers on the dance floor, seeing Allison, Lydia and Jackson standing together. Jackson stayed close to Allison, clearly obeying Scott after he asked him to. Stiles suddenly stands up just as a slow song comes on.

"Do you wanna dance?" Stiles questions, holding out his hands. "A- As friends, of course."

I nod, giggling. "Sure."

Standing up, I take his hand, letting him lead me to the dance floor. When we stop, I wrap my arms around Stiles shoulders, feeling him hesitantly wrap his arms around my waist as we sway side to side. I found myself looking up and staring into his brown eyes, feeling butterflies come to my stomach.

"You're so beautiful." I hear Stiles murmur.

I smile as I feel my cheeks heat up. Looking down, I rest my head on his shoulder, our bodies closer together now. I feel him slowly rest his head on mine as he continue to dance to the music. I couldn't help but feel safe and warm. Stiles always makes me feel like that. Eventually, the song ends and we slowly pull apart, keeping our arms wrapped around each other just as I see a familiar head of strawberry blonde hair leave the exit. Upon seeing that, I glance around in search for Jackson, knowing Lydia came with him.

"Stiles... Where's Jackson?" I quietly ask.

"I don't know. I think I saw him leave earlier, but I'm not sure." Stiles replies. "Why? Want me to look for him?"

"No, it's alright. Just wait and see if he comes back, I'm gonna go find Lydia." I tell him.

Looking back at him, I watch as he nods while we slowly pull fully away from each other. Leaning in, I plant a kiss on his cheek before jogging off, leaving in the same direction I saw Lydia leave through. I walk outside, jogging around before soon spotting Lydia standing in the middle of the lacrosse field, all the lights turned on. Running over, I grab my friend's hands, causing her to turn to me. A bit of her makeup was smudged, looking like she's been crying.

"Hey, are you alright?" I question.

Lydia nods. "Yeah, I'm fine. Have you seen Jackson anywhere?"

I shake my head in response while she looks over my shoulder. Following her gaze, I see the Alpha, Peter, making his way towards us.

"Y/n! Lydia!" I hear a familiar voice scream out. "Run!"

I look to the source of the sound, seeing Stiles sprinting his way over to us. Quickly, I grab Lydia's hand, pulling her but Peter grabs her, opening up his mouth and digging his fangs into her skin. A gasp escapes me as I watch my friend collapse to the ground, then kneeling beside her. I look up at the Alpha just in time to see his swing his hand at me, feeling pain course through my body as he slashed at me multiple times. I scream out in pain while falling to the ground, feeling my vision go blurry before in goes black.

| third person pov |

Stiles continues to sprint over to his best friend and Lydia, soon falling to his knees right beside Y/n just as Peter growls at him, slightly leaning over the e/c eyed girl, not seeming to let the boy get closer to the girl he deeply cared about. Blood laid all over the girls dresses, ruining them.

"Don't kill her. Please." Stiles pleads, staring down at Y/n.

"Of course not. Just tell me how to find Derek." Peter replies.

"W- What?" Stiles stammers out.

"Tell me how to find Derek Hale." Peter repeats, using one of his claws to caress the side of Y/n's face, pressing down harshly.

"I- I don't know that. How would I know that?" Stiles asks loudly.

"Because you're the clever one, aren't you? I mean, so is Y/n but she's... you know." Peter reminds. "And because deception has a particularly acrid scent, Stiles. Tell me the truth or I will rip them both apart."

"Look, I don't know, okay? I swear to God, I have no idea." Stiles tells him.

"Tell me!" Peter yells.

"Okay, okay, okay, look, I..." Stiles answers in defeat, glancing down at his best friend. "I think he knew..."

"Knew what?" Peter questions.

"Derek, I think he knew he was gonna be caught." Stiles finishes.

"By the Argent's?" Peter asks, getting a nod. "And?"

"When they were shot, he and Scott... I think he took Scott's phone." Stiles stutters.

"Why?" Peter questions.

"They all have GPS now. So if he still has it and if it's still on..." Stiles begins, looking at the Alpha. "You can find him."