Teen Wolf (LegaciesxTeenwolf)

F O U R

"It might surprise you to know that some of historys greatest leaders have had to endure some pretty great failures." Mr Yukimura said. "One you'll recognize from last nights reading. Failed in business, had a nervous breakdown, was defeated for both houses of congress, and lost as Vice President, before he was finally elected as one of the greatest presidents that this Country has ever seen. Who was he?" I did t raise my hand, boredom having taken over my mind ages ago. "Malia."

The girl looked up, yellow highlighter in mouth. Scotts phone started ringing too. "Scott, phones off." He reprimanded. "Malia? One of our greatest presidents. Gettysburg address?" Another phone went off. "Phones off, everyone." Stiles clicked his phone off. "Malia? Does anyone else know?" He finally asked.

Everyone raised their hands before Mr Yukimuras phone went off. "I said Phones Off."

"Dad," Kira gave him a look, "that was yours."

"Oh, um." He grabbed his phone, looking down at it in confusion. "Scott, call Lydia."

~

"Hey." I walked up to Stiles and Derek just as they were about to enter Scotts house.

"Who's she?" Derek pointed to me.

"This is Hope. Don't get her angry and you'll be all good." Stiles advised as we stared into the house. "We're going to wait here for Scott. We're going to sit quietly. And we're not gonna call or talk to anyone."

"Do I talk to you?"

"No."

"Good."

"Fine."

"What about her?" He gestured to me.

"No." Stiles said as I shrugged with a "Sure."

"Fine. So who's gonna talk to him?" Derek pointed at Scotts Dad.

"Ah! Are you getting taller?" Stiles asked in frustration.

"What are you guys doing here?" He asked us.

"We're waiting for Scott." Derek answered.

"Yeah, so am I." Mr McCall replied. "We're supposed to have dinner. I brought extra. You guys hungry?"

"Yeah." Derek and I answered.

"No. We're not hungry." Stiles denied at the same time.

"No, I'm starving." Derek spoke.

"None of us are hungry. Thanks, though."

"Okay, well if your not hungry, Stiles, your friends can still eat with us. What's your name?" He looked at Derek.

"Miguel." Stiles said over Derek, who gave him a look. "It's, uh.. my cousin Miguel." He put a hand on his shoulder. "From Mexico. So..."

Mr McCall started speaking Spanish to Derek.

"Oh my god." Stile muttered just before Derek started replying in Spanish. "Fantastic. Egg roll?"

"Hell, yeah."
"I'm in." We walked forwards. "Shrimp fried rice or pork fried rice?"

"Shrimp fried rice."

"Beef and Brock?"

"Fantastic!" Stiles laughed nervously. "Egg roll."

~

"So, uh, Miguel, what did you say your last name was again?" Mr McCall asked as we all sat and ate.

"Oh, it's uh, Juarez..." Stiles answered. "Cinqua.... Tiago."

"That's uh, that's a mouthful." Mr McCall said. "How do you spell that?" Derek looked at Stiles.