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Emma’s POV- Chapter 1: The Mark

“No, I'm serious, if you make it to the fifth season, it will all make sense,” I laughed as I nudged my friend with my shoulder. It seemed like we had the same conversation every week. I would suggest an amazing show to Juliet and she would go and continue to tell me that unlike myself she has a life and wants to do things other than watch Netflix for eight plus hours a day.

She rolled her eyes, slightly adjusting her hunter green bag on her shoulder as we walked to her locker. “Right, season five. So, I have to watch four seasons that include twenty-three hour episodes per season to get to the good part?”

I grinned, “Exactly! Now you get it.”

Another eye roll, “Emma, that will take forever. I don't want to go through the suckery of awkward bromance moments before I get to the actual plot of the stupid show.”

“First off, it's not stupid. Second off, it takes a weekend. Tops.”

We continued down the long hallway that smelled mildly of stale bread and boys that unfortunately hit puberty and all of it's wonderful perks. “You must have a gift because last time I checked there's 48 hours in a weekend and that would only get me through two seasons not four.”

I began to laugh as we turned the corner, “Well, obviously you're not try -- Hey! Watch it, Stilinski!” I practically screamed at the awkward boy who almost knocked my books out of my hand when he slammed into me when he was scrambling off to who knows where with my dork of a brother. I gave a cold glare in his direction before turning back to where we were headed. Juliet was tight on my heels but stopped me when I saw her face. "What the hell is that,” I practically growl when I see that smug ass smirk on her face.

"What?"

"That, that there on your face." "My smile?" She laughs.

"Yeah what the hell is that for?" "Nothing," she continues to smirk until she can't hold it in any longer, “you like him.”

“No, I don't,” I denied, clutching the books tighter to my chest.

“Yes, you do. Emma, I've known you since diapers, you really think I'm that stupid?”

“Wh -- no, I don't. Juliet, he's my geek brother’s best friend, why would I ever have a crush on First Name Stilinski? Stiles is just another stupid boy.”

“Who you like.”

“N --”

“Who you like and know their birthday and their real first name and where they live and their favorite song and every minuscule detail about him because you, Emma McCall, have a crush.”

“Crush? What are we five?” I scoffed as she finally unlocked her locker to get her books.

“No, but I'm pretty sure that's how long you've had one. Em, come on, it's cute, why are you freaking out so much? Why don't you just ask him out?”

“Wh -- Ask him -- Cute -- No, what you and Isaac have is cute, what Stiles and I have is him having fart wars with Scott one door down from where I sleep. That's not cute. That's weird.”

She smiled again slamming her locker, “I think it's cute.”

I rolled my eyes, “Well, you're weird too, so your judgement isn't the best.” We were about to walk into our first period when I grabbed her arm. “Wait. I gotta tell you something.”

She quirked an eyebrow, then rolled her eyes, “Emma, I really don't want to hear about how much you hate my outfit again.”

“No, I'm serious,” I instinctively clutched my side, “Some weird shit happened last night, like Supernatural weird.”

“Emma, I'm gonna tell you again there are no mythical dwarves in Beacon Hills.”

“Okay, one, that was one time, but I still don’t have any left socks, and two, no like Supernatural as in the show.”

“No spoilers!” she practically screamed. “They just found their dad and it is really intense and I don't want you to tell me what happens again.”

I rolled my eyes, “You disgust me that's not even halfway through season one and no, weird shit like feeling like something bit me when nothing was there.”

“Maybe, you're insane,” she joked.

I lifted up the hem of my off white blouse and stared down at the faint outline of a bite of a dog, “Am I insane now?”

“Emma, what the hell is that?” she said while poking my side.

I winced instinctively, “Joob, stop, I could be dying.” I put down my shirt and watched as Juliet gave me a look when I called her what I did when we were little and I couldn't pronounce my T’s. “And, I honestly don't know, I felt this sharp stabbing pain and then it appeared. I went to tell Scott or Mom, but no one was home. So I went back to bed and shrugged it off, but I figured if I pass out in English someone should know why.”

Juliet thought for a second while pulling the door to the classroom open, “Kinda makes you look like a badass, you can tell people you fought a wolf then maybe you’ll have another friend other than Isaac and me.”

“Right, like anyone will believe me,” I laughed as we walked in, “since when has there ever been a wolf in California?”

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“Can I help you?”

I had been in English for less than two minutes, literally. I came in, got a seat next to Juliet, pulled out my notebook and the reading we were supposed to do over the summer and put in my headphones enjoying the last few minutes before my sophomore actually started. Just before Brian Johnson’s sweet voice reached my ears, Dumb and Dumber sat on the other side of me. Stiles to my left and Scott one seat behind. Don’t get me wrong, I love my brother. I would die for him, but in school, nope, we don’t talk, I am a loser without his help, but I feel like if we were the dynamic duo we’ve been since the womb the shaming would get a lot worse.

“I think you like me.”

I turned in my seat, ripping out my headphones, and propped my head onto my elbow. “Wow Stiles, I knew you were an idiot, but your augmenting stupidity continues to pleasantly surprise me, every time.” I knew what Juliet was thinking. She probably thought I was going to kill him, like a slow, tormentive death, but it’s a new year and a new me. I was taking all those basic ass New Year’s posts and putting them towards my sophomore year. No more killing kids with my fists, no, words are much worse.

Stiles narrowed his eyes despite the smirk, “Why else would you hate me, huh? I mean you and Scott are twins, and Scott is my best friend, so you and Scott have the same chemistry, so you should like me too. But you don’t. You bully me, I think it’s a ploy to hide your true feelings. You obviously care about me, I know you know my first name. But you’ve never told anybody because you know how I feel about it. Why don’t you call me it now, huh? With it, right now, call me.” I snorted and let out the most obnoxious laugh, “That laugh was fake.”

“It was real,” I glowered. “Look, when I need pasty and lanky, then I’ll call you.” I heard Juliet let out a soft chuckle due to our conversation earlier and I elected to ignore it as I shifted back to face forward and glare at the board.

I am not talking about this today. Not with him. Not with his smug smirk. I am done with Mieczyslaw Stilinski for the entire rest of this year. Yeah, I know it, okay? I am just not going to say it because I’m a nice person, and I have other things on my mind rather than an alleged crush. Like, what the hell is going on with me?

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Chapter 1 Isaac’s Homecoming Juliet Tsuki POV

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Juliet is ready to take on the first day of sophomore year with her best friend Emma McCall, she looks forward to picking up her long-time friend and crush, Issac lahey.

Beep. Beep. Beep. I reached under my pillows and dug around for my phone, turned it off, and proceeded to go back to sleep. Beep. Beep. Beep. "What the hell" i murmured into my pillow, I looked at my phone, it was Emma. I swipe to answer, "hello?" "Are you sleeping?"

"If I was sleeping, why would I answer the phone?"

"I know you're about to fall asleep, wake up bitch you can't miss the first day of school."

"I never do."

 I remember the very first day of elementary school. My mom had left me alone for a moment to go prepare breakfast while she left it up to me to put on the clothes she had picked out. I, of course took it upon myself to just climb right back into bed and proceeded to fall back to sleep. Then I felt something scratching at my nose. I opened my eyes and who stood before me was the one and only Emma. (But right tthen she was a stranger to me ) "what are you doing in my bedroom?" I asked

"You look like you're my age, you need to go to school with me."

"But I'm still getting ready."

"No you were falling asleep, I saved you."

"You saved me? Are you some kind of angel or something?"

"I like to think so." Emma climbed out of the window, which is in assuming how she got in (I live on the first floor) and I met her outside my front door. "What's your name?" I asked "Emma McCalł but people just call me Emma""Emma McCall, I'm juliet, let's be friends" Sophomore year. Another year in paradise. I hop out of bed, get ready and make my way over to Emma's house.  Checked my phone for any new messages, one from Issac. "Guess who comes back today..." I chuckled. Isaac and I met in detention in 5th grade. equally matched in goofiness, we've been really close since then. Him, Emma and I hang out a lot. We're really quite the trouble makers, honestly. His father, you see, shipped him off to the east coast for the summer to hang with his grandparents. They don't really have the best relationship.  Emma and I missed hanging out with him this summer, me in particular. But he comes back today. I respond, "don't worry u goof, i didn't forget about you. picking you up. LAX. 6 o clock."

"you're a lifesaver"

As I walk to Emma's house, I appreciate the day, 75*, slightly overcast, but the sun was still shining. It was great. I approach Emma's door and as I do I am bombarded with the one and only Melissa McCall, a legend. The definition of strong and powerful. "Bye kids!" She yells as she's making her way out the door, "hey Juliet, come on in Scott and Emma are still inside."

 "Thanks" I say as I pass her by.I go into the kitchen and grab an apple. Scott runs down the stairs looking scattered."Hey Scott, everything okay?" 

"What?" He says a little loudly "huh, yeah, Juliet everything is fine."

"Heading to school?"

"Where else?" He says playfully"When is Stiles going to give us a ride? I know there's three more seats in that Jeep."

"When he and Emma stop hating eachother, I guess" he says as he hops out the door. "come on Emma we're going to be late!" My phone beeps, another text from Issac? "What would I do without you" I laugh, and try not to blush pathetically before Emma sees me and starts giving me shit for it. I quickly type 

"well it's a good thing you'll never have to know lahey, or you'd be in deep shit"

Emma floats downstairs and looks stunning as always"First impressions are the only impressions that matter! I'm trying to date a soccer player this year" she exclaims "what about you, what the hell is that?" She asks me, horrified. "They're soccer pants? I woke up late?"

"Juliet!" She sighs "I guess you're fine because you already have Isaac."

 "I do not have Isaac" I say, mimicking her tone."Sure you do, I mean, he's in love with you, we're all just waiting till he can grow a pair and kiss you."

"Ouch? He's your friend too, you know"

"Exactly, which is why I'm trying to help him here. Tough love." We were making our way to class, it was a nice day outside. As we made our way into school we pass by Lydia Martin  and Jackson Stewart, the roman gods of Beacon Hills. As Emma and I make our way to Homeroom, she runs into a familiar face, literally. "Watch it, stillinski." She says and the lanky boy frantically picks up his papers "One day Emma, one day" Stiles says, in a mock threatening tone. I shyly waved to Scott in an apologetic manner and we part our separate ways.I keep a smirk on my face."What the hell is that." Emma says coldly "What?" I say innocently

"That, that there on your face."

"My smile?"

 "Yeah what the hell is that for?"

"Nothing," I say with a knowing tone."I mean, I know you like him"

"What!? I don't like stillinski, I've know him since I was born" 

"Oh, so coincidentally you've liked him since you were born, too." I look at my watch 7:05 we had about 5 minutes to get to class, "We should go," I say. Emma and I make our way to homeroom. Who comes in after us are none other that Scott and Stiles themselves. Stiles decides to sit right next to Emma. Scott and I exchange looks, perplexed. Emma looks at Stiles "Can I help you?"

"I think you like me."

Wow, first day of school and Emma is going to murder someone, great. "Wow Stiles, I knew you were an idiot, but your augmenting stupidity continues to pleasantly surprise me, every time." "Why else would you hate me, huh? I mean you and Scott are twins and Scott is my best friend so you and Scott have the same chemistry so you should like me too. But you don't. You bully me, I think it's a ploy to hide your true feelings. You obviously care about me, I know you know my first name. But you've never told anybody because you know how I feel about it. Why don't you call me it now, huh? With it, right now, call me." He says as he turns to face in the other direction.

"Look when I need pasty and lanky, then I'll call you."

She says. The bell rings and class starts. That was the end of that conversation and if anything, Stiles looked more confused. The rest of the day passed along with anything exciting happening till it came time to pick up Issac from the airport. The airport was hustling and bustling as I made my way to the exit terminal where Isaac should pop out. I look at my phone 6:15 pm He should be out by now. I watch all the passengers shuffle of the plane and I begin to worry. Where could he be? Could something have happened to him? What if he had an panic attack about being on the plane and nobody was there to help him? What if he never even made it onto the plane? If so why hasn't he called? Why- "Hey," I hear someone say from behind me "I'm sorry I can't really talk right now I'm looking for someone."

"Well I think you found him."

"Oh that's really classy man, picking someone up at the airport, give me a break." I scoff without turning around to look at this guy who was borderline harassing me. "Well Juliet, I honestly thought you'd be happy to see me." I turn around and stare, dumbfounded at the person in front of me. "Isaac? What happened to you?" I leap onto him in excitement and wrap him into a tight embrace. He sprouted up about a foot and a half and not to mention his voice got deep, I didn't even recognize it. "Grandmas cooking." He says, laughing into my shoulder. He practically enveloped me and I have to say, I didn't not enjoy it. We got in the car after grabbing some airport coffee and catching up. "Home?" I ask him. He sighs."Well we can hang out at my place for a little before you go." I say kindly, trying to soothe his nerves. Isaac was nervous about going home and seeing his dad. His dad was so scary and unpredictable. I'm pretty sure his dad also locks him in the basement sometimes, but I don't know. Isaac doesn't ever talk about his dad and he's never let me into his house. "no I should just go home." I nod my head, I could tell he was sad, and it made me sad, but I began to drive anyway.We pulled up to Isaac's house. We both got out of the car and I walked him up to the door. "Thanks for the ride, Juliet, I'll see you at school tomorrow, okay?" "You're not going to invite me in? I've never seen the inside of your house before." "It's not exciting you're not missing out on much, plus, I'm really tired I want to hit the hay" "Okay Isaac, I'll see you tomorrow." I reached out for another hug and he warmly accepted. As he was exiting the hug I clutched onto his arms to keep his face close to mine."Isaac," and I whisper, "You know if you ever need anybody, for anything... I mean.." 

"Yah, I know, I can always call you." He says and chuckles lightly. I watch him reluctantly go into his house, as I make my way back to my car I hear someone yelling and something shatter from inside his house. Fearfully, I run back up to the door but instead of knocking I peer through the window. I watch in terror as Mr. Lahey's fist flies up and makes contact with Isaacs eye. Isaac doesn't fight back. Instead he jut lays there. Not knowing any other way to stop this brutality, I knock on the front door. The yelling stops. Mr. Lahey opens the door

"Juliet! It's good to see you again.thanks for bringing Isaac home from the airport, things get really crazy around here for me. speaking of which did you forget something?" He asks with such a genuine tone I would almost believe him. 

"Yes, I just wanted to let Isaac know that we were lab partners for Chem."

"Ah, yes," by now Isaac had made it to the door and was standing shyly behind his dad, trying to avoid eye contact with me."See the information you cant receive when you miss the first day of school, son? I was just telling Isaac here that missing the first day of school, was a rather idiotic move on his part."

"With all do respect Mr. Lahey, you were the one that scheduled the flight back. You work for the school, you should've known what the first day of school was." Isaac finally looked up at me, shocked. Honestly, I was too. I'm never disrespectful to my elders, but I couldn't help it. I felt nothing but hatred for this man who was pounding on Isaac so cruelly. "That's all, goodnight." I say, as I spin around on my heels and practically run for my car. I felt like somehow I may have just made things a lot worse. I pull out my phone and dial 911 and speed away back to my house. Leaving Isaac and his dad to deal with the police.

posted on 2/6/2017 

if you want to read emma’s point of view, check our blog for “Emma’s Story” the timelines coincide with eachother.

Thanks!! xox Juliet

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