Chapter 4
When they left the house again he was in his normal plaid, but it was buttoned, with the sleeves rolled up. She had also changed into a very short black dress, much too short in Stiles’ opinion. They drove to the party in silence, hands woven together. They weren’t together, and they never would be. Cora had a honey boo in Argentine, but she hated when Stiles called him that, and Stiles was most definitely not interested in this Hale.
The party was in full swing when they pulled up. Stiles pulled her through the crowd, looking for Lydia, expecting people to ignore him like always, but they parted for the pair. They spotted her as she turned around to face them. She smiled and squealed.
“Cora!” The girls hugged tightly.
“Lydia, it’s been too long.”
“Sorry, I’ve just been so busy.” Cora rolled her eyes.
“Hey Lydia, who’s your friend?” Brian asked with a feral grin. Stiles scowled and draped his arm around Cora’s shoulder.
“Cora, and I’m here with Stiles.” She smiled wickedly.
“Well I am so much cooler than Stilinski.”
“Sorry Brian, but I can fully testify, that you are not cooler than me.” Lydia said, flipping her hair. Brian stuttered, but retreated.
“Wow, you really are flaunting the sibling bond. Good. You never know what happens.” Cora scolded. Lydia ducked her head.
“Now we are going to introduce you to Scott, and his girlfriend, Allison.” Stiles smiled.
“I saw him out by the pool.” Lydia answered helpfully. Cora had always been close with both her and Stiles, but once she got wind that Lydia wasn’t speaking to Stiles during school, Cora had almost completely shut her out. Lydia knew she had a point, but sometimes, she favored the airhead side she liked to portray, it kept her from getting hurt, but now she was beginning to realize that losing Stiles would hurt more than anything. She watched the crowd part for the sexy werewolf and her twin.
“You didn’t need to ream her,” Stiles chided.
“Yes I did. Losing siblings isn’t fun, she needs to realize that.” Cora rebuked.
“Scott,” Stiles called. He saw his friend across the pool, laughing at something Allison had said. Scott turned around and froze, eyes wide. Okay, Stiles was now cool because he was Lydia’s sister, but one day did not equate the girl he was holding hands with. The girl who apparently was an ‘old friend.’
“Woah, I didn’t realize Stiles had a girlfriend.” Allison said.
“He doesn’t. He would have totally told me about her.” Scott sounded wounded, so Allison wove their fingers together.
“Scott my friend, I would like you to meet Cora,” Stiles presented her with a flourish. Cora laughed.
“You never change Stiles.”
“Scott, nice to meet you.” He held out a hand, which she shook. She flashed her eyes gold and he froze.
“I’ve heard so much about you Scott, and you, the adorable doe, must be Allison.” Cora smiled and gave Allison a wave. Allison smiled, Cora was nice.
“Stiles said you guys were old friends?” Scott probed. He had never heard of Cora, from Stiles or Lydia.
“Oh yes, I still remember the day we met. We were four, and this ass threw a frog at me.” She said with a smirk.
“Yea but it was a cool frog. It was like ten pounds.”
“And I thought he was the coolest thing ever.”
“Don’t lie, you kept that damn thing for like two years.”
“That’s sweet, how long have you guys been dating?” Allison asked with a smile. Cora and Stiles both leaned away from each other with noses scrunched.
“No way, Cora has cooties, and a boyfriend.” Stiles grimaced.
“Good, because I was going to get seriously upset if you didn’t tell me you had a girlfriend.” Scott grinned and Stiles rolled his eyes. Cora and Allison both laughed.
“I’m going to go get a drink, be right back okay?” Allison let go of Scott’s hand with a smile.
“Well Scotty boy, she is a sweetie,” Cora smirked and leaned against Stiles. “But how are you going to get over the werewolf thing?”
“Oh my god, did Stiles, put you up to this? Werewolves don’t exist.” Scott half growled. He was proven very wrong when he watched her shift. Her fangs elongated and her eyes glowed gold. “Holy Jesus Christ.” He bit back a cry.
“It’s the full moon Scott. You need to go home.” Cora growled. “If you don’t soon, you will without a doubt hurt her.” Scott looked at Stiles.
“No. You guys are crazy.” That’s when he felt the shift. He couldn’t control himself. He watched Stiles eyes go wide and Cora step in front of him.
“Scott you have to calm down, you’re going to hurt someone.” But he wasn’t listening and he ran. He hopped the fence and was gone.
“Hey where did Scott go?” Allison’s voice came a moment later. Stiles turned around and smiled sadly.
“He got a call from his mom, she’s a nurse at the hospital. She said it was an emergency.” Allison nodded in understanding, but Cora had her head tilted with confusion. “We’ll stick around to make sure you get a ride home.” Allison smiled.
“I see why you’re Scott’s best friend.”
“Well thanks, but as best friend, it’s my job to begin the formal interrogation.” Stiles smirked.
“You have fun with that, I’m going to go find Lydia,” Cora reached up to kiss his cheek then turned. They saw him at the same time. He was standing in the corner by the bond fire, gaping at them. Cora’s face hardened.
“Derek.” She whispered. His eyes got almost impossibly wider and he looked at is he was going to walk over. “No. Go find Scott.” She talked right past him and searched for Lydia.
“Do you guys know him?” Allison asked curiously.
“That’s Cora’s brother. He disappeared about six years ago. Cora moved to Argentina right after that.”
“Their parents?” Stiles looked down.
“The entire Hale family died in a fire.” He whispered.
“Oh my god,” she gasped. “You were close?”
“Talia Hale and my mom were the best of friends. Lydia and I grew up at the Hale house.” Allison reached out and took his hand.
“I’m sorry Stiles.”
“Nah don’t be. Things happen.” She nodded.
“I understand.”
“So tell me about your family.”
“Mother, used to be a buyer at a boutique, doesn’t work now. My father sells weapons to police forces. I have an aunt, but I don’t really know what she does.” She watched Stiles’ eye twitch when she mentioned her aunt. Something was going on in this town.
“Very cool. Hobbies?” Allison bit her lip.
“Okay don’t tell, but I used to be into Archery.” Stiles felt his insides freeze, and tried to give a convincing smile. Allison noticed though.
“Very cool. We all have different hobbies.”
“Oh what about you?”
“My mom got me into a lot of spiritual things. Druids and the likes. I find it fascinating.” Allison smiled. Stiles knew why he told her, but it was weird telling someone after all this time, especially after he refused to even look at it anymore.
“Okay here’s the real interrogation. Any deep dirty secrets? Something different, abnormal, or hell supernatural?” Allison laughed, she was as innocent as she portrayed.
“Nope sorry, no dirty secrets, but would it be bad if I asked for that ride home?” It was Stiles turn to laugh.
“Nah let’s go find my date.” They found Cora and Lydia holding court over the lacrosse team.
“How did Stiles catch you?” One guy asked Cora.
“Well Stiles has been my best friend since we were four. He’s always been such a stud.” Cora smirked at their dumbfounded looks.
“Don’t you know it babe,” he grabbed her hand and spun her around. She giggled. “Ready to roll? We have a few things to do.”
“See you around boys. Will you be home later tonight Lydia?” Lydia nodded.
Before he could leave, Lydia pulled him into a tight hug.
“So help me god Stiles Stilinski, if you die, I will resurrect you and murder you myself, and text me if you get hurt.”
“Yes głosy,” He whispered. Cora smiled at the interaction. She noticed a tall blonde looking particularly queasy and surmised it had to be Jackson. Stiles slid out of her arms and took Cora’s hand again. Stiles put his arm out for Allison and she graciously took it, before they were out the door.
“Kocham was iskrę,” She called after them.
“Some things are really fucked up. Monday Stiles was a dweeb, today be leaves with two chicks.” Brian sneered.
“Holy crap Lydia, what language was that?” Jackson asked. Her usual band of follows were in a circle behind her.
“Polish.” She stated.
“I didn’t know you spoke Polish.” Jackson said with a confused look.
“There happens to be a lot you don’t know about me. As of this morning you didn’t know my last name, or the fact that I have a twin. A twin whom you have taken to bullying, that stops now by the way.” Lydia turned and strutted out of the party.