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"The best film of all the eighties was Empire Strikes!"

"Are you serious right now? Like, bro, in stating that you dismiss every single John Hughes film."

And that was how Scott McCall found his best friend — arguing with Violeta Rodriguez. At first, Scott was confused when he saw Violeta in the passenger seat of Stiles' Jeep as his best friend pulled into the parking lot. Then he focused his hearing, tuning out everything and centring on the conversation in the jeep.

"Besides Ferris Bueller, his other films were mediocre."

"Mediocre? Let me tell you something about mediocre - it's high praise for the prequels."

"Oh, low blow." Stiles retorted, dragging his words out. A smirk appeared on the girls' face and Stiles was quick to think of another retort. "Besides, you can't even defend it. Like, Breakfast Club was so boring. Like nothing happens. And! He didn't even write a script!"

"Yes! And that's what makes that scene so much more real and poignant."

"Oh, so the actors ad-lib and Hughes gets praise? That's the same argument you had for why Dark Knight isn't a good film." Stiles said with a huff.

"Oh, go wank to Princess Leia in that metal bikini." Violeta said as she got out of the Jeep. Scott saw the blush rise in his friend's face and the awkward yet adamant haste statement that, he, Stiles has never ever doing such a thing.

"Stiles, I am way too tired and hungry for you to deny doing what we know you've done." Scott heard her say. Stiles pulled up short and she looked him up and down. "Probably many times."

"Wait, what did you eat for breakfast?" Stiles asked, the apparent genuine concern making Scott think it was more than just a rouse to change the subject.

"I, uh, didn't have time." Violeta said. It then dawned on the duo that they were walking together to school. They noticed people looking at them the same time Scott saw a guy walk past and almost trip over from not looking where he was going. Well, if it still took Scott - who knew that she knew about the supernatural - aback that Violeta was joking around with Stiles... he could get how the rest of school would probably be talking about this for the rest of the day.

"Hey Scotty." Stiles said as he greeted his friend. Scott smiled at his friend and looked at Violeta. She gave him a small smile and he nodded at her.

"Good morning, Scott." She said politely.

"Hey Violeta. How are you?"

"I'm okay." She said. "Your friend has warped views on cinema history but we can move past that."

"No! N-no no we can't because The Dark Knight is the pinnacle Batman film and—"

"Ferris Bueller perfectly encapsulates the time period of the 80s." She interrupted. "Not some low-budget," Stiles gasped again, "Sci-Fi film with actors doing cocaine on set."

"They were not doing- how do-what are you talking about?" Stiles asked when Violeta turned on him, looking very, very smug. "How do you know everything?"

"Oh, Stiles doesn't know? Why else do you think Carrie Fisher's nails were so long." Violeta grinned at him. Stiles glared at her which caused her to smile even more. Scott could only stare at the two.

"You alright Scott?" Violeta said, looking at the teen wolf.

"Yeah." He dismissed. "I just... uh. Sorry."

"Well, uh." Violeta's joking demeanour fell when she realised why Scott McCall was looking at her like that "I have to go find some people but, uh, it was nice talking to you." She looked at Stiles and squeezed his arm slightly. "Thank you for giving me a ride." She then turned around and pulled her hoodie up. Stiles let out a long exhale and turned to his friend, thoroughly annoyed.

"What?" Scott asked, ever so clueless.

"You had to run her off, didn't you!" Stiles said, walking forward. Scott frowned and began walking to keep up with his friend.

"What are you talking about?"

"You have to look at her like everyone else does." Stiles said, clear displeasure on his face.

"I don't get what you're saying." Scott said.

"You're looking at her like she's some... supernatural entity that you can't believe is in front of you."

"Stiles," Scott said, stopping his friend and forcing him to look at him, "she probably is a supernatural entity."

"Yeah but that's not what I mean!" Stiles said, jerking his hands around with dramatic flair. "I mean, you're acting like you're a fangirl meeting her celebrity crush." Scott frowned. "Okay that's not a good example-look, I get she's intimidating but it's not... her. She's just... got a reputation that she can't escape."

"Did something happen?" Scott asked, wondering how Stiles wasn't acting clumsily in front of someone like Rodriguez? To be comfortable with her... well it wasn't just a mere rumour that Violeta Rodriguez - or any of her crew for that matter - didn't trust anyone outside their circle.

"Only that I've finally found someone else that I can talk to about movies and well," Stiles stopped, making Scott stop also, "okay so right now it's just movies but hey, I think I'm doing good progress." Scott frowned. "She likes the stuff I like, Scott!"

"You guys were literally just arguing."

"Yeah, but that's... beside the point. The point is that, unlike some, she's seen Star Wars and all the other nerdy stuff that I like and I can actually talk to her. Besides, she always goes to Kenny's."

"The comic book shop?"

"Slash coffee shop slash gang hangout but don't call it again. I'm thinking clique." Scott frowned at Stiles, sheer confusion at his friend's hyperactive antics. "Yes. She goes there it's where she said she's help us out—which she won't if you look at her like you do."

"Well how am I supposed to look at her?" Scott asked, throwing his hands up in defeat.

"Like, I dunno, how you'd look at any random ordinary person here at school." Stiles said, looking around. "Like how you'd look at that guy." His friend said, coming around to put an arm around his shoulders and point at random kid running up the stairs, reading from his binder. Stiles and Scott flinched when the kid didn't see the first step, too distracted by his work, and fell up the stairs.

"Ouch." Scott said, the same time Stiles shook his head, "Yeah's that's gotta hurt. Like physically and the crippling humiliation of everyone seeing that." He let out a whistle and slapped Scott on the chest.

"Stiles I wouldn't... look at him..." Scott slowly let out, referring back to the kid who was getting up and running off again, still very unsure as to what his friend was getting at. Except Stile clapped his hands together and nodded, grinning brightly.

"Exactly!"

"What?"

"Look, I get she has a rep but she's also a teenager. Like you and me. Think about it." Stiles could see that Scott wasn't getting it so he stopped his friend and began waving widely. "Okay, hypothetically speaking, say everyone in school knew about... you. Would you want them to see you as a werewolf," he said, making effort to lower his voice ever since Violeta pointed out his lack of subtlety, "or as Scott, just another teenager who runs around reading from a binder who trips over the stairs like that kid."

"Okay," Scott said, "I get what you're saying."

"Good! Cause I invited her to come with us tonight."

"You what?"

"Relax." Stiles said, trying to calm his friend down for fear of him wolf-ing out. "She gave me one of those looks like, uh no, which I get because she's not really friends with us but today in the car we sort of established that we're friends and I'm hoping you and her can be friends also but yeah, she didn't seem like she was going to come. Like, at all, but I still thought to let you know."

Scott stared at his best friend who took a deep breath after spitting all of that out.

The bell rang and Stiles gave him thumbs up. "Hey, we have P.E. Maybe you can try and talk to her normally then."

"About what?" Scott asked, honestly at a loss about what he could talk to her about. Stiles, at the least, had all those nerdy things that she surprising liked also. Scott didn't have any of that.

"I dunno. Compare notes on the supernatural?" His friend supplied, thus received one unimpressed look from Scott. "Look, tell Coach I'm going to be late, I need to go get something." Stiles said as he began walking the wrong way to the gym.

"Where are you going?"

"SER UÑA Y CARNE!" Was all Scott got in return and he rolled his eyes, recalling Stiles' favourite idiom from Spanish class which translated into to be fingernail and flesh but the teacher explained it as being 'bosom buddies' instead of just saying 'when you're inseparable with someone.' Thus, it stuck in Stiles' mind and he used it in every single Spanish class.

Scott arrived at the gym, seeing the familiar faces of his P.E class... and Violeta. He knew that she was in his class but he had never really paid her much attention, usually too busy focussed on whatever Stiles was ranting about in his Adderall-infused state, looking at Allison, or whatever supernatural issue that was on his mind. But Scott knew that Violeta generally always had several people around her, several people from the gan—clique, but this time she was all alone, looking at the gigantic rock-climbing wall situated in the middle of the gym.

"Rock climbing!" The Coach said excitedly, clapping his hands together. There were a few cheers as people got excited. The Coach's face then dropped and he stared at everyone. "Unfortunately, I need to give you guys a massive talk on safety before you go so that you don't fall and I have to fill out all of this paper work." He said, "I'm looking at you Greenburg." He said with an annoyed look at the student. Scott vaguely heard the Coach begin talking when some guy walked up to Violeta.

"So where's your posse at?"

She ignored him. As in, she didn't even blink an eyelid or huff or show that she had even heard the boy. That there was even someone standing in front of her to begin with. Scott could tell this angered the guy more and he began inching his way over to the other side of the group of students, nearer to Violeta.

"I asked you a question." The boy said, seizing up to her. Violeta then sighed and turned to face him dead on. She rolled back her shoulders and stared him dead in the eye. Scott could tell the boy lost his confidence and bravado at this. Violeta raised an eyebrow.

"You were saying something." It was not a question, more of a statement.

"I was, just, uh..."

"You were shutting up to pay attention to the Coach." Violeta finished. "That was what you were doing." The boy looked over and saw Scott just near enough. Violeta muttered some choice Spanish words under her breath, watching the boy cower off. He went as far from her. She snorted, smirking. She didn't look at him but knew he was looking at her. Instead, she brought out her phone and began tapping on it, looking bored.

So it surprised Scott that when he had come near enough, she spoke.

"I wasn't going to hurt him."

"I wasn't looking out for him." Scott said. He saw the way her eyes stopped scanning whatever was being displayed on her phone. Finally, she looked at him and grimaced in an attempt to smile.

"So yeah, make sure you pull the harness real tight because if it's loose, well then it's loose and you fall out and die." Violeta shook her head, looking back at Finstock and quietly laughed at his instructions. Scott thought about Stiles' words and took his chance.

"Coach really likes you." He said, recalling how often the Coach commented, usually at Greenburg, that if they had her on the team they would never lose.

Surprisingly both of them, she answered with the very personal statement of, "He, uh, knew my dad."

Scott looked at her, not anticipating such a personal response. He was hoping to talk about how crazy the Coach was or lacrosse - he had overheard Coach begging her to join the team - or, well, really that was it. Those were the only topics that came to mind.

Not about a personal connection to the Coach.

That left Scott not knowing how to process the conversation.

"He, uh, is always going on about you and how awesome you are." Scott commented. Violeta laughed and shook her head. "No, seriously, he says if we had you we'd never lose a game."

"He's seen me play hockey, is all."

"You play hockey?" Scott asked.

"Used to."

"Your, uh, dad get you into it." Scott guessed. Her eyes flickered to him for a moment and looked back at Finstock who sighed exasperatedly at the clipboard in front of him. Her lack of reply was answer enough for Scott and it also told him that while she mentioned her father, she would not discuss him any further with Scott. Which is also why he didn't ask anything further about hockey.

It was fair to guess that she would have stopped around about when her parents had passed.

Now Scott McCall didn't know much about the Rodriguez' any more than your average citizen of the small town of Beacon Hills; a town where everyone knew everyone. So while he didn't know as much as, say Stiles, he knew the reputation and its connection to the the entirety of the ethnic population in Beacon Hills. 

He also knew about the murdered couple in their home which was reported by a ten year old girl who was asleep when the murderers broke in. 

Which, once again, was something that had first been reported to him by his best friend.

Scott tried to keep his face easy, like Stiles said, and not think of her history when he spoke to her. "Yeah, uh, it was actually Stiles that got me into lacrosse." He said, reminiscing. "We used to play baseball because he loves the Mets so much but when we finished Middle School, he was adamant we get into the team... but since the sport here is lacrosse we had to change sports."

Violeta didn't look at him. A short silence passed before she spoke, commenting, "You guys are pretty good considering it was a forced decision."

Scott opened his mouth when Allison's scent engulfed his senses, thus ending that conversation. He turned to see his beautiful girlfriend standing beside them. He looked her up and down, his eyes resting on her bare legs a little longer than usual. "Hey Scott... and Violeta." Allison smiled at the other girl. Violeta nodded at her, not smiling but a somewhat pleasant look on her face.

"So..." Allison said, trying to think of something to say since an awkward air was settling over the trio. "Rock climbing, huh."

"I can't wait for Greenburg to go up." Violeta surprised both of them by actually indulging Allison's awkward conversation starter. Scott gave her a look then caught himself when he realised he was giving Violeta the look he often gave Stiles when he said something... like that.

Allison giggled and Scott couldn't but add his own comment. "Coach is going to rip into him." His girlfriend hummed in agreement.

"GREENBURG! You first!"

Allison brought her hand up to her mouth to keep from laughing while Scott bit his lip to keep from chuckling. Violeta stood beside the werewolf, looking down and quietly laughing to herself.

"Hey, hey, hey." Coach called out, "What's so funny? Actually, I don't care. Rodriguez, you're up." Violeta's laughter immediately stopped and she looked at the couple beside her who couldn't keep their laughter down now, openly showing their amusement at the turn of events. Even as Violeta death glared them and stalked forward, turning around to give them the bird with both hands, they were still laughing, unable to take her seriously in that moment.

"Rodriguez." Coach called when he saw her. "What are you wearing?" The girl in question looked down at her clothes and then up at Coach. She shrugged. Unlike everyone else, she hadn't bothered to change into more adequate clothes for P.E. Firstly, she barely did any of the physical work since she went to the school gym often enough as is. Secondly, her clothes were fine as is if she was going to put in any effort. Track pants, sneakers, t-shirt... what was wrong with that?

But the Coach sighed and told her to go away as he called out for someone else. Violeta nodded and moved back to where Allison and Scott were. As she stood by them, they continued to laugh again.

It was then that she saw the doors open and Stiles Stilinski trying to tip-toe his way into the gym without Coach noticing. As Greenburg had began climbing, Coach's attention was all focused on the varying ways he could insult the student. So Stiles was able to walk in unnoticed. Him and the brown paper bag and coffee cup.

No...

The teenage bounded up to the trio and Violeta was suddenly very glad that she was no longer third-wheeling. Stiles smiled at her and handed her the bag and coffee cup. "You, uh, said you didn't have time to eat. Breakfast." He added. Violeta stared at him and then slowly took the items from his hands.

"Thank... you." She said, unable to comprehend that Stiles had just ditched school to go get her food because she had told him that she hadn't had breakfast.

"Sorry, I, uh didn't know what to get you so I figured you do AP French." She opened the bag and saw the chocolate croissant. She rolled her eyes but Stile saw the faint smile on her face and wanted to fist-pump as she took the bag from him.

"So, uh," Stiles turned around to see what was happened. "Have I missed anything?"

"Just the safety talk about how to wear a harness." Scott said and Violeta began eating.

"And Coach judging Violeta about her clothing choices." Allison added with a giggle. Stiles' head whipped, seeing Allison giggle at Violeta. Even Scott was smirking, finding something funny.

"One," the Spanish girl said, holding up a hand and having a mouth full of food, "I don't do any effort so it doesn't matter and two," she swallowed and help up another finger. "My normal clothes are perfectly adequate to do P.E in." She looked at Stiles' green Adidas pants. "See, Stiles and I have the same pants. Just mine are black and his are green."

"We, uh, also have the shoes." Stiles added, looking at her Converse. Violeta frowned and looked down. He saw her eyes flicker to his then up to his eyes. She raised an eyebrow and Stiles waved a dismissive hand, trying to downplay what had been so heavily on his mind their morning in the car ride to school.

Violeta ignored him and shoved more chocolate croissant into her mouth. She then held the bag out for Stiles who happily took some. She looked at the couple who shook their heads.

Violeta shrugged and ate some more, holding the bag out for her in between her and Stiles so the boy was able to get some if he wanted. The ruffling of the bag caused a girl in front of them to turn around and stare at them. Violeta and Stiles eating.

"You can't eat in the gym." She said, eyes narrowing at Stiles who had just shoved some croissant not so delicately in his mouth.

"You also can't have sex with Joey Mason in the gym." Violeta retorted, before taking a large sip from her coffee. The extra sass came out from Violeta not liking how the girl sneered at Stiles. 

The aforementioned teen spluttered at her comment, taken aback by the brash information that was divulged. Scott looked mildly awkward and Allison was still surprised, unable to understand how Violeta knew so much about people. The girl in front of Stiles and Violeta opened her mouth to say something but Violeta silenced her with a raise eyebrow, challenging her. The girl huffed and said nothing, turning around and keeping quiet. Violeta felt eyes on her and turned to look at Stiles.

"How do you know so much?" He asked.

"Joey Mason kept bragging about it in Italian." Violeta said with a simple shrug. Stiles wanted to say more but didn't, still fearing that she might shut off like she did in the car this morning. So he left it.

"McCall you're up." The Coach called out. "And you too Argent."

"Where did you get this coffee?" Violeta asked as the couple left her and Stiles, going to the front. "It's good coffee." She said as she took another sip.

"There's this café near my dad's work." Stiles said. "Lady who owns the place has seen me in diapers." He added before realising how embarrassing that was and how he really didn't need to tell Violeta Rodriguez that piece of information.

"That would've been a sight to see." Violeta said with a snort.

"Oh come on. I would love to see your baby pictures." Stiles retorted.

"Damn straight you would. I was one cute baby."

"Oh really?" Stiles said after he got over his surprise that she was ashamed about her earlier photos like most. "What happened?" It took her a moment to register the insult and another to react. For a split second between those moments, Stiles wondered if he went too far.

"You're lucky this coffee is nice otherwise I would've thrown it at you."

He grinned at her.

"Your friend is a show off." Violeta said as she watched Scott used his werewolf skills to push past Allison and speed up the wall. "And you wonder how I know."

"Please. I know you know you knew about all this before Scott was turned." Violeta's eyebrows rose in surprise as she turned to Stiles, a mixture of surprise and... being impressed? She was impressed. Yes. Yes she was. Stiles had impressed her.

"Well consider me impressed."

Don't fist pump, Stilinksi. Do not fist pump.

"Aren't you going to ask how I know?"

"No."

"Oh. Why?"

"I'll trust your detective abilities and leave it be." She said, looking back at the two as Allison kicked Scott who fell to the very bottom, nearly hitting the ground had it not been for the harness.

"McCall. I don't know why but your pain gives me a special kind of joy." The Coach said as he sat down next to the boy. Violeta smirked into her coffee but Stiles frowned, not hearing him from their position all the way at the back. She relayed the information back to him.

"And you say you're not supernatural." Stiles said with a scoff after she explained what Coach had said to Scott all the way at the front.

"I never said I wasn't. I was just waiting for you to start shooting theories." At this, the boy began spluttering, the way she calmly just disclosed that she was more than human and was... waiting for him. He blinked and his mind began whirling, the ideas that played around in his brain at night coming forward.

"Stilinksi!" They both turned to where the Coach called him. "Erica!" He said, looking at a quiet, sullen girl in the front who looked tired, uncomfortable and glanced at the wall warily. As Stiles made his way to front, Violeta moved around the group from the side, coming to the front to keep an eye on Erica.

In visiting her grandma so much, Violeta's knowledge grew. It wasn't that she actively tried to find information about people. She was quiet and people trusted her. So as she would be sitting quietly in the hospital waiting room and Erica Reyes was once again rushed in, thrashing around in a fit, Violeta was able to put two and two together.

She hadn't spoken to the girl directly - only punched a few assholes who insulted her during her epileptic fits. Violeta didn't know his name but there was one particular motherfucker who filmed one of her seizures. She got D-Bo to break his phone and Rico to properly threaten him while she, Violeta, made him swear to never do, speak or even think anything ill of her.

Yet, Violeta knew the girl still got tormented. If not by him, by others.

So she kept a watchful eye as Erica tried to put her harness on. She had difficult pulling the straps to tighten the loops around her leg. It was a two person job and Coach was busy helping Stiles whilst everyone watched Erica.

And then one girl made a fat comment.

Violeta had about half of her coffee to go yet popped open the plastic lid. Walking past to make her way over to Erica, she threw the remnants of her coffee in the girl's face in one swift movement, not even looking at her as she kneeled down to help the poor blonde girl.

Erica muttered a small Gracias and this made Violeta's smile, appreciating that she took the effort to say it in her mother tongue. Once she was done pulling the straps, she stood back and turned to finally see that the girl who had insulted Erica had been standing frozen, her mouth open in shock at having a drink thrown at her. Coach looked and then did a double take, not realising what had just happened.

"What happened to you?" He asked.

"That bitch threw her a drink at me." The girl seethed, looking at Violeta.

"What drink?" Coach asked, looking at Violeta who merely shrugged, careless. "Okay, uh, Lily, how about you go and clean yourself up?"

"What are you going to do about this?" The girl, Lily, demanded, looking at Violeta who blew a raspberry and didn't indicate that she was involved in the current situation.

"Uh..." He looked at Violeta. "You... can't go on the wall."

"Bueno mierda." Violeta muttered under breath. Lily, however, stormed off in a rage and left the gym to go clean herself up. Coach looked at the Spanish girl up and down.

"Where did you even get coffee from?" He asked in an incredulous voice. Violeta shrugged again and Coach rolled his eyes, looking back to see Stiles coming down, having reached the top.

And Erica stuck half way up, about to break down.

Stiles fist-pumped, looking well pleased with himself. He met Violeta's eyes who shook her head and just stepped forward to check on Erica. It was then that Coach realised something was wrong and called out her name.

Then everyone else stepped forward.

"Are you okay? Are you dizzy?" Coach asked. "Is it vertigo?"

Lydia Martin appeared, dismissing the last question, stating that she couldn't have vertigo because it had something to do with the inner ear. Violeta rolled her eyes, then narrowed them when she heard Lydia huff and state, "She's just freaking out."

"Erica!" The Coach called again. A few people started laughing and Violeta gave a general glare to everyone, hoping to keep the fuckheads quiet. If Erica was indeed 'freaking out' the last thing she would need is assholes laughing at her.

"Coach, maybe it's not safe. You know she's epileptic." Allison said.

"W-w-why doesn't anybody tell me this stuff?" Coach asked.

"Oh for fuck's sake." Violeta said after hearing more people laugh. She ran forward and began climbing up. Without a harness. She heard Coach and Stiles calling out her name but said nothing, coming up to where Erica was at.

"You're okay, chica. You're absolutely fine." Violeta tried to calm her down. "You can just push off and the harness will take you down." Violeta heard the whispers and giggles. "And don't worry about those assholes. They don't mean shit." Erica looked at Violeta and nodded. "Here, give me your hand. We'll do it together."

"B-b-but y-you don't h-have a-"

"It's okay. Come on. One the count of three. One, two—" Erica kicked off and Violeta jumped off. The latter landed in a squat on the ground, ignoring the sounds of fear coming from Stiles who had, as Martin said, freaked out upon seeing her jump off without a harness. The Coach was asking Violeta how stupid she was whilst Violeta only cared for the blonde girl coming down.

"Come on. Shake it off. You're fine." The Coach said when Erica landed. There was laughter and looks and Violeta cleared her throat loudly.

"I don't know what you're laughing at." She said in a loud, authoritative voice, her Spanish accent becoming more prominent. Everyone quieted down and Erica walked off, people separating to let her through.

-

"Except for you Greenburg. Don't call me for anything. I'm not kidding. Don't call me. Shouldn't even have my number."  Violeta was waiting outside the boy's change room for the this sole purpose: seeing what the school was doing about the prospect of Isaac Lahey being a fugitive. She had only seen the text after P.E class and needed to do some work. More so, Scott and Stiles wanted to talk to her about something that Scott and Allison had seen on the full moon and so, she was waiting outside here.

Then she felt it.

The trembling shake of a disruption in the atmosphere. She looked at her hands and saw them shaking. Not sure what was going on, she dashed forward into the boy's locker room, in need to find the one werewolf she knew was in tune with others. Ignoring the calls of "hey!"s of boys acting all shy since there was a "girl in the locker room!" she searched until she found the duo.

"And you know who else wants to have a good time? Stiles! Stiles wants to have a good time! Many, many times. Several times in a row. In several different positions. Preferably with a certain Spaniard— oh, hey Violeta!" She didn't even have time to acknowledge what she just heard when she saw Scott looking at his hand.

"You feel it too?" She asked. He nodded and then he began running. She followed him, leaving a confused Stiles who stood there in confusion until opting to run after them.

Scott, with his werewolf speed, made it to the gym the fastest and caught Erica as soon as she was about to fall. Violeta propelled herself faster and was there second, immediately recognising the signs of a seizure and telling Scott to put her on her side. Stiles, along with Allison and several other teens, came rushing behind.

"Stiles call an ambulance." Violeta said, knowing this was Erica and so the ambulance wouldn't dawdle in coming to pick her up.

"How'd you know?" Allison asked.

"I just felt it." Scott said, looking at Violeta who had her arms around Erica.

"We heard her." Violeta amended, giving Scott and Allison a meaningful look and then gesturing at the other teens standing behind them. Allison got it and nodded. She then stood up and began shooing them away, telling them there was nothing to see and asking one girl to go get the Coach.

When the others left, Violeta gave Scott a look. "Really? You just felt it? That's what you're going to say in front of unaware innocents?"

"I'm sorry I wasn't thinking."

"Obviously."

"Hey." Allison called out.

"Okay, okay. Can we just—" Stiles said, trying to calm everyone down. Coach and the nurse came rushing in and when the school nurse came by Erica's side, Violeta finally let herself remove her hands, knowing Erica was in decent hands.

"How did you find her?"

"Violeta and I overheard someone in the gym." Scott supplied.

Coach nodded, "Good work, McCall. Rodriguez. You should, uh, all of you finish getting changed and go to next period." Scott gave Allison a hand and Stiles waited for Violeta. The four of them walked out and Stiles looked at Violeta who walked next to Scott, Allison on his other side. He looked at her beside them and wondered if this would be how it was... if Violeta would be with their little group.

-

Walking into the girl's toilets, Violeta knew she had hit rock bottom for caring that Lydia Martin was crying.

Perhaps it was because Lydia had to deal with the alpha shit that Violeta was here? Or that she was so oblivious to all that she didn't actually deserve Jackson to yell at her like he did. The way Jackson had spoken to her had made evern Violeta flinch. 

So the tears and emotional pain the girl was going through wasn't actually her fault— and Violeta like to rationalise that that was the reason she was here.

And nothing to do with the boy who had bought her a croissant this morning.

Coming to sit down on the floor, her back leaning against the frame beside the door Lydia was hiding behind. Violeta stretched her legs out in front of her and sighed.

"Hello?" Lydia asked.

"Don't blame Bill Nye." Violeta said, referring the video in Chemistry that had set him off at Lydia. "He was just making an education film about molecular biology."

"What-who?" Lydia trying to begin asking before Violeta heard the door open. She turned around to look at the Queen B sitting on top of the toilet, tissues in her hand and mascara running down her eyes. "What do you want?"

"Jackson thinks he's not turning because of you." Violeta said. "It's a fair guess, I'll give him that, but he's wrong."

"What do you want?" Lydia asked, looking vary war.

"For you to stop crying so that you can have a nice date with Stiles." Violeta answered honestly. "The boy's been in love with you for so long that I don't know if it's cute or pathetic."

"I-I-I." Lydia began stumbling.

"I heard what Jackson said to you. And yes, I know stuff. He's wrong about the stuff he thinks. There's nothing wrong with you and you don't ruin anything." Violeta said. "I honestly think this was something wrong with him that's causing his... issue."

"Who are you?" Lydia asked, unable to believe this is all coming from that Spanish girl who hung around the poor parts of town with those gang members and thugs.

"A concerned citizen." Violeta deadpanned.

"Well, thank you for your words but I don't need them." Lydia said, her defence shields coming up. Violeta rolled her eyes as Lydia rubbed the under of her eyes and put a bitchy look in place. "I'm fine and I don't need you coming here and trying to comfort me."

Violeta nodded, shrugging her shoulders as if to say that's fair. She placed a hand on the floor to help push her up off the ground. Lydia sneered at that and Violeta gave her a closed-lipped, fake smile.

"If you hurt Stiles, I will kill you." She said, smile still in place. Then she turned around and left a very shocked Lydia Martin sitting in a cubicle to go have lunch.

Today, Violeta had decided she was going to sit with Boyd. He was, after all the reason she had come to school today. However, she was surprised to find Stiles sitting at the table Boyd usually occupied with his lunch and paperback to keep him company. She walked over and sat at the foot of the table, in between Boyd and Stiles.

"Oh, we're sitting over there." Stiles said, gesturing with a thumb over where Scott was at.

"That's... nice." She said. She immediately put her shields up, wondering if Stiles was really going to go that far. Her suspicions already began shooting theories at the odd sight of seeing him here, talking to Boyd. Her mind went straight to last night, the shooting. 

Of course Stiles would be trying to figure out what happened because he was just like the rest, nosy and wanted to know.

It stung because she had wanted him to be different. So desperately had she hoped he was as innocent as he seemed but of course... if it was too good to be true then usually... She kept her face impassive, not wanting to show her anger and disappointment that the freckled asshole was like the rest. Violeta held out a hand for Boyd who looked at it then at her then back at her hand. He then dapped her, unable to believe she just offered him her hand like and everyone could see.

People were intimidated by Violeta. Which thus garnered her some respect, popularity if you will, that she had 'street cred' while only being in high school. If you were associated with her, it was assumed that you too had the same cred and were worth the time of someone like her. He looked over her and the Stiles kid's shoulders to see people whispering. He tried to keep his face straight, not showing any of the smug, proud feelings running through him that Violeta Rodriguez had come to sit by him at lunch.

In a sense, Boyd wouldn't leave this lunch period with the same social standing as he had walking into the hall.

"You good?" She asked him.

He nodded in response. Then flicked his head over to the Stilinski kid watching Violeta. "Someone's trying to cheat me out my money though." She looked at the twenty on the table and at the two sat on either side of her. Suddenly it dawned on her what Stiles was probably doing here. Boyd worked at the ice rink. She felt relief wash over and the anger immediately leave her. Stiles wasn't snooping around... this was for his date tonight. Replacing the anger was guilt, guilt that she thought so bad about someone who'd only been... nice.

"I said fifty." Boyd said to the boy on her left.

Stiles fumbled around for a bit, "Uh, really? I remember twenty. I don't know. I have a really good verbal memory. And I remember twenty. I remember that district twa sound." Boyd sighed, giving Violeta a look. She just held up her hands in defence, saying this was out of her hands. "Twaaaenty." Stiles continued.

"I said fifty." Boyd snapped. "The fuh sound. You see the difference?" Stiles shook his head and Boyd gave him a look. Violeta rolled her eyes and picked up Boyd's book, recognising the author. She scanned through the novel, remembering the story very well. Love In A Time of Cholera was one of her favourites; even ignoring the fact that it was by a Colombian author first published in Spanish. In the 80s.

As Boyd and Stiles continued to fight over money, she began reading from where Boyd had left off. She smiled, knowing exactly where she was in the story. She actually got so into it she didn't hear Stiles saying her name until the fourth time and after her shook her.

"What?"

"What are you reading?"

"A good book." She said, closing it and passing it back to Boyd. Stiles read the cover title and looked back at her with a confused look. She raised an eyebrow, challenging. He said nothing more of it and then gestured with his head.

"What?" She asked.

"You coming?"

"To what?"

"Have lunch with Scott and I."

"If you want to have lunch so bad with me you and Scott can some sit here." She said, her eyes returning to the book. She heard the sound of a chair scraping cross linoleum and she looked up to see him walking off. Returning back to the book, she made a pssh sound and shrugged it off even though it did sting a little that—

"So pick you up after work and meet at the rink around seven, alright?" She heard Stiles voice as trays were set on the table. Stiles placed his bag down next to her as he sat, Scott coming round to where Boyd was.

"Uh, hey." Scott asked, "do you, uh, mind if I sit here?" Boyd looked at Violeta who purposely didn't look at him. She wanted the kid to make his own decision and keep in mind that they had come to him. It was natural instinct to look up to her but she wouldn't let him do that; she of all people knew the importance of agency.

So Boyd shrugged and, "Free country." A soft smile came onto her face as Stiles muttered something about fifty bucks and asked his friend for some change when Violeta reached into her pocket and pulled out some crumpled bills. Everyone stared at her but she refused to make eye contact, making sure to keep her eyes focused on the book. Boyd reached forward to the two bills she'd put on the table. He looked at her and she nodded.

"You, uh, didn't have to pay." Stiles said.

"You got me breakfast." Violeta said. "Think it of me saying thank you."

The werewolf thanked her and she did a two finger salute. His friend then awkwardly offered once more, "You, uh, sure you don't wanna come?" Violeta stared at him. "No, uh okay. Sure thing. Just asking. Never mind." He dismissed.

"Hey Vi," Boyd asked. Violeta blinked at nickname, rarely ever hearing it used at school. Boyd gulped, not sure if it was okay using it since he'd only heard her crew use it when they were just chilling around Kenny's or the shop. But she smiled at him and so he continued, "could you help me with my Spanish homework?"

"Help or do?" Boyd smiled widely and she rolled her eyes. "Pass it over." Boyd went to his bag and Stiles turned in his seat to look at her.

"Vi?"

"What?"

"I didn't realise you had a nickname is all." He said then looked at Boyd, probably wondering how Boyd managed to get on nickname basis with Violeta.

"I've got Vi, Leta, Letty." She said. "Apparently my name has too many syllables."

"Cool." Stiles said. "I'm calling you... Vio. Yeah, that sounds cool." He said, nodding to himself.

"You, uh, you can't call her that." Boyd spoke up, making Stiles' proud-at-himself smile drop.

"What? Why?" Stiles demanded. He looked at Violeta who didn't say anything. Instead, she silenced Boyd with a look, shaking her head. Boyd said nothing and Stiles knew that this was something he probably shouldn't poke around with. Still, it bothered him that Boyd knew and he didn't. Maybe later. He put off.

Boyd passed her his homework and Violeta brought a foot up to her chair as she scanned it over. "You got a pen?" She asked. Boyd handed one over and she began filling it in. It was basic verb conjugations and changing of imperfect to conditional tense. Simple stuff.

"Stiles told me you, uh, like languages." Scott said, hoping to say something to break the tension. Violeta looked up from the homework as she glanced at Stiles who just drank from his small water bottle. She looked back at Scott and nodded, "I was raised multilingual is all."

"Do you have lunch?" Stiles asked. She didn't look up from the homework as she shook her head. She heard the sound of a plate against the table and saw that Stiles had moved his chips onto another plate and placed it in front of her. She smiled in gratitude, knowing he felt bad that she had paid the remaining $30 Boyd charged for the keys to the rink. She picked up a chip and threw it into her mouth, scribbling into Boyd's note book.

"So, Boyd, anything I need to know about the ice rink?" Stiles asked.

"Don't break the ice." Boyd said in a deadpanning voice. Stiles chuckled but it died down at the unimpressed look Boyd was giving him. "I'm being serious. Don't break anything. I can't let anyone know I let you guys have my keys."

Violeta kept her head down but properly thought for a moment about what was happening tonight: they were going to the ice rink. Violeta wanted to get info on Antonio to get retribution for Luis and had told the father of the boy sitting next to her that she would get substantial evidence. The only way she could do that without Boyd getting any more involved was to go there herself and investigate.

And tonight was the perfect opportunity.

"You know, I might actually come with you guys tonight." Violeta finally said. Stiles' eyes bulged and Scott looked at her, mouth full of food. They both looked shocked and she wanted to agree with them - yeah, I'm shocked too guys, don't worry. "What? Someone needs to come and make sure Stiles doesn't break anything while fawning over Lydia. And you and Allison will probably be all lovey-dovey to notice."

"Okay! Yay! You're coming with us! Woo!" Scott laughed at Stiles' attempt to be enthusiastic and she was glad the wolf didn't appear to be bummed out that she was joining. Yes, it would be awkward that she was technically crashing a double date but the only reason she was going was because Luis was currently in hospital, having just near been on his death bed.

Then Scott's smile dropped when he noticed something and Violeta was quick to catch on, looking over to where a girl in a short black leather skirt and matching jacket walked in, heeling clicking against the floor.

"What... the holy hell... is that?" Came the question of one Lydia Martin who slammed her palms against the table. Boyd blinked, surprised to be in such... space with the Queen Bee. First it was Violeta but then the lacrosse Co-Captain and now Lydia Martin?

He looked at Violeta who gave him a tight-lipped smile, displaying how much— well, little she cared about what was happening.

"It's Erica." Scott answered Lydia's question.

Violeta watched, unimpressed, as Erica walked her leopard print heels over to where some poor guy was sitting and grabbed his red apple, biting into it.

Then she walked back out.

"Well... that was pointless." Violeta said, having finished Boyd's homework and passed it back to him. It was obvious that Scott and Stiles were suspecting what Violeta had smelt the moment the blonde had walked in: Erica was a werewolf. Still, Violeta did nothing and let them run after her, making no move to follow. All that she did was pull Stiles' tray of food closer to her and began pulling bite-sized pieces of the bread-roll into her mouth.

"She sure transformed."

"Mhm." Violeta said in response to Boyd's comment.

"You don't sound impressed."

"Let's just say the pros and cons of change are sometimes not thought about well enough." Violeta said. Boyd didn't say anything else about Erica. He muttered a small thank you about the homework that Violeta dismissed. He leaned down to put the work into backpack when Violeta smelt blood.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"You... uh." She moved to the side to look at him properly and noted the way his jumper had risen slightly as he had leaned down. She saw the red marks and looked up at him. He quickly pulled down his grey sweater and Violeta pushed Stiles' tray aside to bring her elbows onto the table as she stared at Boyd.

"Really?" Now that she thought about it and knew, she could smell a faint scent. Originally, as she had walked in, she had put it off as Scott since his werewolf stench was all over Beacon Hills. Yet now...

"What did Derek say?" Violeta asked. "Did he tell you everything?"

"How did you-"

"Boyd, come on." She said, "It's me. You forget who my grandma is."

"...True." He said, his eyes shining with recognition and realisation. "I had just... I thought all that elder stuff was, like, rumour and old lady talk."

"Rumour and old lady talk?" She repeated. "Really?"

"Yeah, like, old superstition." He clarified.

"Oh, so being a werewolf is completely of norm then." She said to him in a hushed voice.

"Look, Derek made it sound—"

"I don't care how Derek made it sound. He would be one hell of a fucking telemarketer, that's for sure." She just pinched the bridge of her nose. "I wanna know what stuck out as the main benefit for you."

"I just... I don't want to sit alone at lunch."

"So what am I then?"

"You don't have any of your crew today." Boyd argued.

"Even if I did have my crew, you don't notice how I put my earphones in. That I'm not really close with them. Difference between association and comradeship, esé." Violeta said in a low voice. "I wouldn't joke around with them in that easy going way as I would with Stiles."

"Does he know?" Boyd asked. She didn't have to ask for clarification.

"About Scott and Derek? Yes. About me... not really." She said. "And I would like for that to be between him and I." She added with a glare.

Boyd held up his hands, "Hey, I owe you so it's okay."

"You know I count you as a friend right?" Violeta said. "I mean, I think that awkward situation with your mother, me and you at three in the morning constitutes a friendship." Boyd laughed, recalling how his mother thought she was a girl he had brought home and asked if they were being safe.

"I know you only sit with them to keep up appearances and not offend anyone." Boyd said in reference to her crew. "You, uh, have a lot on your plate."

"Tell me about it." She said, leaning back. "And apparently, Boyd being a werewolf is another."

"Hey, at least I'll have you to help me out." Boyd said.

"And do your Spanish homework, apparently."

Once again, he grinned at her.