"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.