After Stiles changed, we drove to my house, because there was no way that I was going to go to a party in Stiles’ clothes.
When we got to my house I immediately went up to my room and into my walk-in closet. I pulled out a white high-waisted skirt and traded it for Stiles’ sweat pants.
“Liv, you forgot your clothes in the Jeep.” Stiles said as he walked into my room.
I walked out of my closet and over to my dresser pulling his shirt off of me as I dug in the drawers until I found my blue and white speckled crop top.
“Wha- Liv what are you doing?” He stuttered out as he covered his eyes.
“I’m changing, and I’m in a hurry. Scott said he was picking Allison up in an hour, that only leaves me forty-five minutes to do my hair and makeup.” I said as I glanced at my alarm clock, “And it’s not like you’ve never seen me change before.”
“That was before we all hit puberty!” He exclaimed.
“Oh, shush, you. I’m the same, just with boobs now.” I said as I walked into my bathroom. I plugged in my straightener and began on my foundation.
After thirty minutes, my lashes were full, my lips were red, and my hair was perfect. I took a step back and looked at myself in the mirror.
“It still needs something.” I muttered under my breath as I walked out of the bathroom and into my bedroom to dig around my drawers some more. It wasn’t until I reached into the boy’s drawer that I found the missing piece, a grey flannel. I pulled it on and tied it around my waist. I walked back into the bathroom and nodded as I approved my own outfit. I made sure everything was unplugged and in its place before I went into my closet to grab a pair of tan heels.
“I’m ready, and with ten minutes to spare!” I exclaimed as I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen to see Stiles eating some of my leftover pizza. I laughed as I leaned against the wall and put on my heels. Stiles seemed to choke on his slice when he glanced my way.
“What?” I asked, cocking my head to the side as he gulped down what was in his mouth.
“I have never seen you in a skirt before, or dressed up for that matter.” He said with wide eyes. I smiled and felt a blush creep onto my face.
“Come on, we don’t want to be late.” I said with a soft smile as I turned and the lead the way to the Jeep. We pulled up to Lydia Martin’s house where the party was already in full swing.
“I’ve always wanted to go to a party.” I mused.
“Why? All they are is drunk, sweaty teenagers, loud music and lots of alcohol.” Stiles said as he looked at me bewildered.
“Ever since Lydia and Jackson started dating he’s made sure that I’m not invited to any. All because my family is richer than his.” I sighed. We walked up the driveway and opened the front door, to be greeted with a whole bunch of sweaty, dancing bodies. I navigated my way to the back yard where there were even more people dancing. I hadn’t even known that Stiles had left, but he appeared at my side holding two solo cups and I gladly took one.
I ended up standing next to Stiles as the party went on and was gazing longingly at the crowd of people dancing. I looked down at my cup and noticed that it was still almost full. Without even thinking about it, I chugged what all was in cup, when all was gone, I dropped the cup and strutted into the crowd of sweaty bodies. I smiled as I felt the liquid courage flowing through my veins and let my body sway to the beat. I closed my eyes and threw my hands in the air.
I only opened them once, when I heard a voice that sounded like Allison ask if someone was okay. I looked around and saw Scott holding his head with both hands. I took off my heels and walked to where Stiles was still standing.
“Scott’s starting to feel the full moon.” I said just as Scott came stumbling towards us.
“Yo, Scott, you good?” Stiles said, but he was ignored as Scott continued past us with Allison right behind him. We followed them out just in time to see Allison get into Derek Hale’s Camaro and Scott was nowhere in sight. Stiles broke out sprinting towards the Jeep and I had no other option, but to run after him. He had already started it when I flung open the door and threw myself in. As soon as my door closed, Stiles peeled out of the driveway.
My chest erupted in flames and my head began to spin. I managed to buckle myself before my eyes blurred with tears. I started to see black spots dancing in my vision and I could feel my heart skipping several beats.
“Come on, Liv, you can do this.” Stiles said and my head lolled in his general direction, my breaths coming hard and fast. I shook my head as a sob got caught in my throat. Stiles became blurry and the black spots got bigger until they took over everything, and I passed out.
I groaned as I felt myself being picked up. My eyes fluttered open to the sight of a crooked jaw.
“Hey Scotty.” I rasped. Scott looked down at me and smiled.
“Hey Livvy.” He said.
“How was your first full moon?” I asked with a sleepy smile. I saw Stiles run ahead to open my front door.
“Insane.” He chuckled as he walked up the stairs, with Stiles in front of us. I was soon set down on my bed with the boys sitting at the foot catching me up on what happened after I passed out. Apparently Derek the hot guy was the alpha that turned Scott and there was a whole group of werewolf hunters that wanted to kill them.
“So what’s going on with you?” Scott asked me and I looked at him weird.
“I told him, but I didn’t really tell him.” Stiles spoke up as he made some crazy hand gestures.
“So, over the summer, I noticed my murmur getting worse. Simple things like someone startling me made my chest feel like it was on fire. I hoped that it would go away, but it hasn’t, it just keeps getting worse. Now I can’t get my heart rate up at all without it hurting.”
“When were you going to tell us?” Scott exclaimed.
“I, uh, I wasn’t.” I said as I avoided eye contact.
“What, why not?”
“You guys worry about me enough, and now with the werewolf stuff…” I trailed off.
“We’re always going to worry about you. Especially when you pass out unexpectedly.” Scott said as he put a comforting hand on my leg.
“My boys.” I said with content smile and patted both of their hands.
All I’m saying is Latinas we’re drawing in their eyebrows, drawing in their lips, and wearing high waisted pants way before “trendy” white girls did it. They made fun of Latinas for years and then decided that they were going to do too.
Day 13: Something simple for midterms week. A navy blue shirt with white polka dots, white high waisted sailor pants, navy blue keds with white polka dots, a grey tie in a trinity knot and a working slide rule tie clip.