33.SCOTTSo what do you drink?ALLISONUm... I don’t know.SCOTTMe either, actually. Maybe weshould try beer? Wait here, I’llhit the keg.Perfect.ALLISONNear a blazing fire pit, Scott fills up two cups at thecrowded keg when a SOUND catches his attention.A DOG BARKING. A huge ROTTWEILER in the yard next door justbeyond a chain link fence. And it’s barking at Derek.He stands behind the fire pit, staring straight at Scott. Butthen he shoots a look at the Rottweiler. The dog stopsbarking instantly.Eyes locked on the animal, Derek gives an almostimperceptible nod. Tail between its legs, the Rottweilersubmissively lowers to a sitting position.Satisfied, Derek turns back to Scott who grips the twooverflowing cups in his hands. And for the briefest second,Derek’s EYES FLASH YELLOW.PARTY-GOERDude, you done?A stunned Scott hands off the keg tap to the Party-Goer. Whenhe looks back to the fire pit--Derek is gone.Scott turns, glancing to the other teens in the yard, to thechain link fence and then up to--THE ROOF - where a shadowy figure seems to disappear justpast the chimney.Scott steps back, trying to see if he actually did justwitness Derek leaping twenty feet off the ground. But there’snothing there.
34.INT. PARTY HOUSE - NIGHTHanding a cup to Allison, Scott keeps throwing nervousglances back at the outside porch of the house. He takes agulp of the beer and then COUGHS, nearly spitting it out.SCOTTThat tastes terrible.Allison laughs at him, covering her mouth with her hand.SCOTT (CONT'D)Now I see what they mean about anacquired taste.ALLISONI’ve actually never been drunk. Iusually go to these parties andjust stand there with a Diet Coke.SCOTTStiles and I got drunk on Tequilaone night. The next morning I feltlike I had a flamethrower pointedat my forehead.ALLISONOkay, since neither of us is anygood at drinking, how are you atdancing?SCOTTMuch better. Infinitely better.Under the driving pulse of techno, Scott takes her hand,pulling her into the crowd of dancing teenagers. Then as theybegin moving, as Allison starts to smile back at him, theusually timid Scott begins to let go.His hands reach around her waist with the other teens pushingthem closer. Bodies pressed against each other, her cheekbrushes lightly against his.Then through the crowd, Scott notices Lydia dancing withJackson, grinding close to him, her fingers wrapped aroundthe back of his neck.She presses her lips to Jackson’s locking him in a passionatekiss. As he eagerly kisses her back, sliding his hands downpast her waist, Lydia opens her eyes.And looks right at Scott.