8Heyyyy who's it going? I'm Tata 'ya, back for a new story that has nothing alike the other ones, except the fandom. It's always Teen Wolf, I'm obsessing over it since the third grade (hyperbole).
This story is complicated. It's not Scott's, or Stiles's, Lydia's or anyone you know in canon's story. It's the story of minor characters you've never heard of and that sometimes appear on screen, such as Sydney (present in s4 and s5), the girl who talks to the duo Sciles in S01E01 who I named Charlie, and a few others. So basically 20% of the characters in this fic are my OCs, my first ever OCs that I love and cherish with all my heart. You are going here to learn about them, learn about their personality and their life and problems in Beacon Hills and how the McCall pack's decisions affect their owns.
Please don't back away if you're scared it might be too cliché and shit. It's not, I promise. I made a very long text explaining my character's beliefs and styles of clothes only for this fanfiction. Give it a try, please. I promise it's worth it.
Inspired by: Marvel's Agents Of S.H.I.E.L.D, Danny Mahaelani's character and a tumblr post
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except my OCs, Charlie, Amy, Todd and a few not very important ones.
Characters included: every character, from the quator Sciles Allydia to the McCall pack in s5.
Ships: every canon ship: Scallison, Allisaac, Stalia, Stydia, Dethan, Berica, Aidia, Jydia, Scira etc, plus a few others that don't affect canon. However I strongly believe, given many of interviews and the way the show is shot, that Stiles will end up with Lydia at the end. Don't hate me, that's my view, and not only because I kinda highkey ship this trash.
Warnings: trigger warnings for depression and blood in the story (c'mon, it's Teen Wolf). Also I'm currently perfectioning my writing in English. I'm French, so warn me if a sentence is complete shit and/or you do not understand it.
Fic title: yes, it does come from Twenty One Pilot's new album, but that's because it sums up perfectly the plot of this multi chapter fic.
Chapter title: comes from Don't Threaten Me With a Good Time's P!ATD, because I'm a fan of the band and it's a great name for a prologue.
Also I'm a chatterbox so enjoy this prologue now! Leave your thoughts!
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Chapter one - I should probably introduce myself
"Yo Charlie."
"Yup."
"I've been wondering."
"Mmh."
"I don't know why I didn't ask you sooner."
"Yeah."
"But I'm asking now so I guess we're even."
"Huh."
"Is your name short for Charlemagne?"
Charlie looks up from her book and stares at him.
"What's the name's gender?"
"Huh, I-"
"Who first wore this name?"
"Huh- a French king, right?"
"Is a king a queen?"
"Huh- no."
"I'm a queen. Therefore Charlie is no short for Charlemagne. Now can I go back to Shakespeare in peace?"
Stiles heavily sighs and takes his face between his hands, pressing his thumbs on his cheeks, he makes a duckface and rubs his temples so hard she thinks he'd leave there a red bruise.
"I don't see what's so interesting about Richard III."
"Then you don't know what living's like."
"You and I don't share the same definition of 'living'."
"Thank god."
"You're rude."
"I'm rude to everyone."
"That's fair. But you know it's not my fault we're partners for that presentation."
"I know, all the blame's on Mrs Ruy. Why aren't you partners with McCall though? Isn't he supposed to be your bestie?"
Stiles bangs his head on his desk table. Charlie squints her dark eyes at him, trying to understand his demeanor, but it remains a mystery to her and she's in his class since freshman year. So a year and soon a year and a half. Howecern she knows his face since he's had a crush on the Queen.
The hyperactive kid smashes his forehead once again on the innocent desk and stays like that with his nose flattened and his voice muffled.
"He's with Allison."
"Oh." Charlie doesn't know what else to say, so she just looks down at the book in her hands and contemplates its last sentence. 'My kingdom for a horse!' "Didn't she dump him?"
"She did, but they were partners before the dumping."
"Well I hope they can make up, they were a horrifyingly cute couple. Made me want to puke my brains out."
"Me too." he says as he rubs his forehead. His usually pale face is now very red. Charlie doesn't know if she should feel worried or not.
She turns a page and blinks with confusion during a few seconds before putting it down and stare into the distance.
"What? What is it?" Stiles asks immediately, his mouth slightly agape.
"I just realized that I finished the book." she lets out in a whisper as her world crumbles down all around her.
"Okay, but why does it look like you just caught the Reaper looking at you?"
She slowly turns her head to face him. "My life is pointless."
"Wh- first of all, no. Second of all, the hell?"
They aren't enough friends for her to grab him by the collar of his flannel and shake him like a tree but she does it with the power of her glare. "I finished the book and now I don't know what to do with my life anymore!"
Stiles looks down at the innocent-looking book and then looks up at her, not impressed in the slightest.
"Yeah, I too had this feeling when I completed my first Pokémon game."
She leans back on the desk chair and groans.
"You know, I haven't read the book yet." he continues, his long fingers flying over the keyboard of his laptop. "And we have to do a presentation about it for newt week."
"Read the book."
"Come on, we're partners! That's what we do, we help each other out!"
"I haven't seen you helping me much."
"Oh my god – who died and made you so bitter?"
She abruptly frowns at him and purses her lips. "No one! I'm not bitter! Do you want me to talk about your desperate crush on Lydia bitchy Martin or will you shut up?"
He closes his mouth and shoots her a dirty look, but she doesn't care. They aren't friends, merely acquaintances, they're just English partners. They aren't here to gossip, they are here to work. And what Charlie really wants to do right now is finish this goddamn project and go home. "Okay." she lets out and he raises a surprised eyebrow at her. "Basically there's this fucker called Richard who's brother of the King, but who'd never be king because his bro already has kids. You following me?"
"Yeah."
"Good."
"Isn't Richard as ugly as Quasimodo?"
"Yeah, but he's also very ugly on the inside. This play wasn't written by a Romantic like Hugo."
"What a sufferable big-headed."
"True." she says, impressed by his knowledge. "So then the King dies by Richard's jealous hand, and one of his heirs take the throne obviously. But Richard always had this need in his guts, the need to be King and to be loved because he's always been rejected since his childhood even by his momma. Then, to shorten the story, he conspires behind the backs of literally everyone, kills his other brother, kills the kid King and the other kid, murders a lot of people and goes on the throne. Bla bla bla, Richmond isn't happy by Richard's reign, so the Civil War begins and Richard dies in battle, still hated by everyone."
"That was incredibly optimistic."
"You don't say. What are you typing down?"
"My thoughts on the play."
"Don't you think we should watch a stageplay first?" she argues.
"Please, you're a nerd. I'm sure you've already seen one."
His comment shuts her up and she watches him silently type on the keyboard.
Her phone suddenly vibrates in her pocket and she reaches for it. She scoffs.
"Good news?" he asks, his eyes still locked on Google docs on the screen.
"Amy got asked out for the former." Charlie smiles as she types her answer to the message of her excited best friend.
"Amy McGougal?"
"Yes."
"Who's the winner?"
"Shaun."
"Ugh."
Charlie shoots him a look over her Blackberry. "You got something against him?"
Stiles, seemingly feeling threatened, shrugs and winces at the same time. "No." he pretends awkwardly. "Absolutely nothing. I'm good. He just... kinda almost broke my nose in middle school, but otherwise, nope, I'm cool with it."
"He's changed." she says with a quick smile. "I hope." she adds without him hearing her.
"Oh, I'm sure of it." He directs the laptop towards her so she can see the screen better. "So for the first big part of our presentation, we're gonna talk about the plot of the play, then compare it with the historical facts. Maybe we could squeeze in a little biography about our beloved Shakespeare. The second part's gonna be about different stageplays, the choice of actors and set, and the third part will be about our point of view and our feelings toward the play. What do you think?"
She nods appreciatively. "I think it's great. We should maybe make it look like an interview."
"What, the last part?"
"Yeah. Like, we ask someone in class – your BFF if you want – to play the interviewer and we give them the questions we prepared so we can answer them. That way, it keeps the class focused on us, it's more interactive, it's less boring."
He types her ideas down. "You've got a great imagination."
She smiles and taps Richard III with the tip of her fingers. "I'm a good reader."
"So who are you going with?"
His sudden question disconcerts her. She plays with a strand of black curly hair that fell from her bun. "Going where?"
"The winter formal."
"No one."
She has meant it to be like she doesn't care, but apparently that isn't what Stiles has found.
"You must have someone!" he lets out, shocked.
"I'm sorry that I don't have hoards of guys falling at my feet!" she exclaims, rolling her eyes.
"Why do you always have to exaggerate what I say – what I meant was, don't you have a special someone?"
Charlie considers not answering him. After all, he's not her friend. He's a weird geeky hyperactive boy she often has class with, and she hates his buzz cut. She already has Amy and Todd as friends, and that's enough for her, thank you. He just happened to have taken the seat next to her that day they had to find a partner for this damn English presentation because McCall wanted to be near Argent.
But on an other thought, maybe she can open up to him a little. That's not going to kill her.
"I don't have a special someone." she says, almost regretting it as soon as the words leave her mouth.
"What? Everyone has a special someone!"
"Well what can I say? Life isn't a chick flick movie, Stiles, where the loner becomes suddenly appealing and gets along with the popular kid so they can make out and have babies and live happily ever after."
He leans back into his chair and looks down. "See, that wasn't what I was saying."
Now she regrets opening up to him. She closes her eyes for a moment, before getting up and picking her bag from the ground.
"What are you doing?"
"I'll send you my work by email."
"No- we have to do this together, this is a partner thing!"
He seems so betrayed that she almost hesitates for a second, but they're not friends. She takes Richard III and puts it in her schoolbag.
"We can do this by exchanging emails just as fine." she says before crossing the door.
"Charlie-"
This is not against him, not really. She's just not good with people. She's not good with partnership. She only likes the company of Amy and her books, she bears Todd and his dog, and has to live with her dad.
That's enough, really. Or so she tells herself.
Stepping out of the Stilinski house, she grabs her bike and hops on it, her bag precariously hanging on her shoulder. She doesn't look back.
She said email, not Skype. Apparently Stiles doesn't know the difference when he calls her this evening to apologize even though he doesn't seem to know what he's apologizing for.
"They look good together."
That's the first thing Amy says to her this morning.
Poor, relationship-deprived Amy. Charlie is half-happy she found a partner for the formal, half-jealous she found a partner for the formal. After all, if her best friend starts hanging with that Shaun more often, she gets to see her less.
She spares a look at McCall hunting for New Girl in the hallway, but New Girl ignores him even though it sounds painful for her to do so. Charlie nods. "They do."
"They just found each other so quickly... It's a shame they had to break up. I don't even get why they broke up in the first place."
"Well I always thought they got together way too fast... I mean, she arrived like, three months ago and she's already in his bed after two weeks, you gotta admit that's a little forward."
"Love can't wait, sweetie." Amy argues, grinning.
Charlie chuckles and finally founds her locker by the corner of the eye. She never seems to remember which one she chose in September.
Amy leans her red head on the locker next to Charlie's while her friend composes the secret code to open it.
"So how's it going with Shaun?" the black-skinned girl asks.
Amy loses her smile. "It's going." she says without much intention.
Charlie takes a notebook and puts her yellow safety jacket inside her locker before closing it and looking at Amy worryingly.
"What do you mean? I thought you liked him, you said yes to go with him to the formal..."
Amy fake-smiles at her slippers and her butt-length hair cover her pretty face.
"I said yes because he's the only boy that asked out me so far." she lets out, ashamed of herself.
Charlie contemplates her for a few seconds before deciding to pat her shoulder. "Maybe you could've waited. There's still a month before the formal and I'm sure there would've been an other dude who could've asked you."
"But it's done though." Amy says like her fate is settled, and that annoys Charlie. They aren't in drama class an this isn't a tragedy. "I'm sure I can come to like Shaun. I mean, he's nice looking."
"Looks aren't everything." Charlie whispers as she takes her hand and brings them to their first class of the day.
No one likes Mr Harris. The two girls are no exception. Charlie also hates this class because she sucks at Chemistry, but that's personal.
The window she's near to has been replaced, she noticed. The day after the death of the janitor, they had found it smashed, a puzzle of broken glass on the floor. A mountain lion killed during the parent-teacher meeting and now the janitor killed by a freaky animal that most likely had the rage. Charlie is glad she's not interested in hanging around the school at night.
"Can someone with an average IQ resume what last class was about? No need to raise your hand, Reyes."
The blonde girl keeps her head low. Charlie shoots daggers with her eyes.
"Cretin." mutters Amy next to her, low so Harris can't hear her with his bat ears.
Charlie nods as she stares at her copybook, not wanting the teacher's attention on her. She has already been noticed when she forgot to hand him a paper about ions, she doesn't want to mess up again.
"Mr Whittemore?"
Charlie almost rolls her eyes. Of course he had to choose his dearest student A.K.A the popular jock.
"We were beginning to study the cohesion of solids."
"Thank you. Now can someone come to the board. You had three exercises to do for today, I sure hope you did them, or else the repercussions on your near future could be disastrous."
Charlie bites her lower lip and discreetly slides over her copybook so Amy can cheat.
Sydney ends up coming to the board, not on free will though. She gives a correct answer to two of the questions and totally messes up the third, but at least she did right more than the half of it. Charlie uncrosses her fingers from under the table.
The next hour flies by without a problem so important it has to be brought up to the story. Oh yes, Stilinski does try to attract her attention by throwing a gum at her but he ends up getting warned by Harris, but that's it.
Normal day, normal friends, normal life.
Of course Charlie would love for something weird, even supernatural to happen to her. She won't deny it, everybody wishes that at some point in their life, whether to escape their boring fate of having a mundane job and two kids or to get away from the harsh reality. For her instance, it's the first one. She isn't proud of it but it's not like she would shout this fact in the streets either. Beacon Hills, California, is great. She has nothing against the town, except probably the rough weather in the summer. She likes to complain though, because in the summer she goes over to her brother's apartment in New York where it's less burning her already dark skin. She's ironically allergic to sunburns and Amy couldn't stop teasing her the day she found out. However the British's pale and freckled skin turns to red whenever the sun decides to show up in the sky, so the teasing was short. Charlie had asked her one day why her parents had thought this was a good idea to come to California if it meant getting a skin cancer at thirty, but Amy had let out a reasonable and logical answer: sharks. Her parents had yet to find one.
"It's not like he's going to ask me to shag him, right?" asks Amy, violently impaling her chicken dips with her fork.
"Of course not!" says Charlie. Then she adds in a tiny voice: "At least I hope not."
"I heard that."
"What a supernatural hearing! I'm impressed."
"Now you're rude."
"Oh. Sorry." Charlie drinks a long sip from the ridiculously small bottle of water of the school's canteen.
She raises her head when a familiar but unwelcome voice asks her if they can settle their plates here.
Lydia Martin stares down at her with what should be awarded best fake smile of the year. Her new friend stands beside her a little awkwardly and nods at them with an genuine beam. Charlie doesn't understand what New Girl is doing with them. She had asked to the duo Sciles how the hell was she already doing in their club and she remembers Stilinski replying that hot people herded together. New Girl is hot, that's true, but it's also not understandable. She doesn't seem stupid or fake like Lydia bitchy Martin, so why the hell hasn't she backed away from their popular group by now?
"So is that a yes or a yes?" asks Lydia, apparently impatient.
"Well we're not expecting anyone else except-" starts Charlie before she cuts her off.
"Amazing! Come on, Allison."
Charlie angrily pokes her beans while Ms Perfect and her nice puppy settle down next to them.
"Huh, we didn't agree." Amy says, frowning.
"You didn't say anything either." says Lydia like there's no need to discuss over this any longer. "Plus, I don't see your names on those chairs."
"Oh come on, we're not in middle school anymore." argues Amy. Charlie is too busy rolling her eyes at the ceiling.
Lydia pretends to be way above them so she can ignore the two girls. Allison sends Amy what seems to be an apologetic gaze. Charlie resists to the urge to roll her eyes once more. Really, it's her favorite hobby.
Todd appears and puts his plate next to Amy with such awkwardness he almost knocks over New Girl's bottle.
"Hey guys."
"Hey Todd." they reply in a chorus.
He leans over to them. "Why are you next to her?"
"The right question would be: 'why is she next to us?'" Charlie whispers back, eyeing Queen Bee laughing with her new bestie.
He stares at Lydia's hairdo of the day until it's becoming too suspicious. "Well crap. Here comes Ken Doll." he then says.
Charlie grunts as Whittemore sits next to Lydia and nods her like they aren't in love, which is kind of odd since they can usually always be found trying to eat up each other's mouths. Thankfully he doesn't look over their little group.
"Someone wants my fried chicken?" asks Todd to make the attention divert from the popular jocks.
"Yeah, give it to me. I need to chew something." Charlie replies. She steals his plate and hands over her leftover of beans.
"Why did you take chicken in the first place?" Amy asks, taking a bite of hers. "You know your vegetarian butt won't digest it."
"Because I knew I could trade with Charlie's beans." he replies with a wink.
"You gonna eat your apple?"
Charlie can't believe it at first but yes, her ears haven't betrayed her, Whittemore just spoke to Todd. She makes a mental note to write it down on her notebook: 'Today is blessed. Jackson Whittemore spoke to us. He must think we are finally worth his attention. I'm going to hang myself now.'
"What?" the boy stupidly says.
"Your apple. You're going to eat it or not?"
"Huh- not?"
"Can I have it?"
"Well, I'm not that big of a eater, so I guess-"
"Thanks."
That's the thing about Beacon High's favorite couple: they always need to be the center of attention. Just when it diverts away from them, just when Charlie, Amy and Todd quit talking about them, they need to feel like they're involved somehow. At least that's what Charlie thinks, but she's slightly paranoid.
Whittemore turns around on his chair and seems to look for something or someone, chewing loudly on the green apple. After a few seconds, he gets up, apparently thinking his meal is not worth being eaten by a superior entity like him, and disappears out of the three friend's sight.
"God I hate them." whispers Amy so Queen Bee and New Girl can't hear her.
"Yeah, we all envy them." Todd sighs, seeing through her disguise.
"I didn't say that!"
"That's the truth though."
"You and honesty..."
"Well at least someone is!"
"You're both insufferable." Charlie groans.
"You can say, miss Pessimism."
"Hey, don't talk to her like that!" Amy defends her friend.
"I'm not pessimistic, I'm being realistic, sir Toothpick." says Charlie, squinting her eyes at Todd.
"I'm sorry, I forgot you're a know-it-all."
"So, how's your dog?" brutally says Amy as she forces a smile and nudges the boy.
He seems to forget Charlie for a second. "Oh, he's fine! He caught a few fleas but Deaton gave me that cream-"
"I would like to publicly inform you that I sure as hell am not pessimistic." Charlie banters, crossing her arms under her chest.
"Oh my god, can you quit it?" Amy snaps. "We're trying to have a normal conversation here, without you trying to kill the mood for once!"
Charlie purses her lips but doesn't add anything.
"Thank you." finishes the British girl.
"I hate everything." says Charlie.
"Charlie!"
"Sorry." she says with a smirk. She totally planned it.
A violent crack echoes behind her and she turns around as does everyone else in the canteen.
Scott McCall, eyes flaring, knuckles white and hands clenched around his plate, has just broken it in two with sheer strength.
"Oh god." murmurs Amy, as shocked as Charlie is.
McCall's loyal sidekick A.K.A Stilinski pats awkwardly his friend's shoulder in an ineffective attempt to calm him down.
Whispers in the canteen slowly turn back to talking.
"His plate must have been already cracked." suggests Todd who is still watching worryingly McCall.
"He bloody broke that thing in half!" Amy half-whispers half-shouts. Her English accent gains strength whenever she's surprised or pissed.
"There's still no way he could have done that." Charlie says, a little shaken up. "Even if the plate was already cracked before, it's still almost impossible to completely break it."
"Yeah, McCall would have never been able to do that." Todd agrees.
"How do you know that?" asks Amy.
"Because I know him. I'm in the school team and he usually sucks at lacrosse."
"Usually?"
Todd looks at where his apple used to be on his plate before it got taken away by Whittemore. "Let's just say he's not a bench-warmer anymore. He's actually pretty good. Last week, he was promoted co-captain. You should've seen Jackson's face, it was hilarious!"
"I love McCall." decides Charlie on the spur of the moment.
"Didn't he have asthma or something?" Amy asks, clearly not understanding the whole story.
"I guess it disappeared." Todd shrugs. "One day he was dying doing one of Coach's suicide runs and the other he's prepared for the Olympics. The guy bugs me."
"Maybe he trained all summer." Amy wonders.
"Asthma just doesn't disappear over a summer." Charlie replies.
Amy pounds the table once with her fist. "He's on drugs." she declares loud enough for Allison nearby to turn her head.
"Scott McCall? On drugs?" laughs Todd. "He's like the nicest puppy anyone would wish to have."
"You really have a problem with dogs." points out Charlie.
"My problem is you." fights back Todd.
They both know they're just bantering for the fun of it, because Charlie is naturally extremely sarcastic and because Todd is naturally a good comeback-maker, only with his friends though. When they fight, and that happens a lot, it's just their way to declare their friendship. Amy knows that but she sometimes fears that it might turn into a mini war. That's why she always stands between the two like a human sandwich.
The bell rings as a warning for the first class of the afternoon. They realize that they totally forgot to pay attention to the world around them, as usual.
If SteroidsCall and Stilinski are nicknamed the Nerds and Martin and Whittemore the Beauty and the Beauty (shortened by 'BB', while Lydia's girl clique is the Bees, which results in interesting conversations in the hallways of Beacon High like 'chin up, beebee and the bees are coming our way'), Zeidi, McGougal and Wells are the Daydreamers. Charlie actually does like that nickname. It's better than being Superpuke like Jared.