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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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