Peace and quiet. I sighed, how I love it here.
I was lying in the hammock next to the stream that ran behind my house. I recalled the day my dad and I hanged it here when I was eight years old. I had declared it my 'fortress of solitude', cue internal cringe. I know, I'm a total nerd.
I opened my eyes and stared at the darkening blue sky above, peaking through the foliage. The only sound that could be heard was the water from the stream splashing against the pebbles. There weren't even any birds singing, they'd already retired to their nests.
I contemplated the scenery, it really was beautiful, breathtaking if you ask me. I loved coming here and have been doing so for ten years.
I usually came here to read or reflect on my problems, it was a meditation of sorts. I even treated the stream as sacred ground, the last person I allowed to come here was Stiles 6 years ago, back when his mother died. My heart clenched for him, I couldn't even begin to imagine what he'd gone through.
I sat up in the hammock and picked up the discarded book (The Catcher in the Rye) that had been laying on the fallen tree trunk underneath me. I regularly used it as a side table and sometimes as a bench.
It was getting dark now, the sun was setting and I should start walking home, since my parents didn't want me out here at night. I got up and started walking but stopped dead in my tracks when I heard howling in the distance. Odd, that sounded like a wolf, which is impossible. There haven't been wolves around here in years. I shrugged my shoulders and kept walking, it was probably nothing.
Once I got home I searched for my mom and found her in the living room sitting on the couch among tons of papers with Bacon resting his head on her thigh. That sounded weird… Well let me clear it up, Bacon is our dog, not a meat product prepared from a pig. Although, I really wish I could have some bacon right now. Speaking of food…
"Hey, mom. What's for dinner tonight?"
My mom turned her head and smiled at me. Her dark brown hair was in a bun and she looked tired, probably because tomorrow was the first day back at school, and with her being a teacher and all…
The minute Bacon saw me he jumped of the couch and ran towards me. I crouched and petted the 2 year-old beagle as my mother appeared pensive.
"Humm… Your father is still at the hospital and on-call today, and I really don't feel like cooking, so…."
I held my breath and looked at her hopefully.
"Pizza?" I asked in a hushed voice.
"Pizza." She confirmed chuckling a bit.
I fist pumped and smiled, which meant I stopped petting Bacon. The little ball of fur responded by licking my face. I made a face and planted a kiss on his head before I left, going upstairs to my room. Just as I was opening the door I remembered.
"Mom! Don't forget th-"
"Bacon, I know!" She yelled back before I could finish.
I smiled and looked behind me as Tommy's bedroom door opened and his head peeked into the hallway.
"Bacon? Are we having pizza for dinner?" He asked with wide eyes nearly covered by his light brown bangs.
"Yup." I said, popping the p.
"Dibs on the last slice!" He declared and retreated back into his room.
I narrowed my eyes at the now closed door. I taught him well, too well…
I finally entered my room and threw myself on the bed.
"Now to wait for the pizza. Hummm… What shall I do?" I said to no one in particular, since I was alone and all. I'm weird, I know.
I eyed my laptop resting on the wooden desk across the room and couldn't resist the temptation.
I grinned and jumped off the bed to go get it. It wasn't long until I was watching my all-time favorite brothers saving people, hunting things, ya know, the family business. Yes, there is something you should know about me… I am a huge supernatural fan, emphasis on the huge.
So I happily drooled over the hotness of Dean Winchester until the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of pizza dearest.
I had eaten my two slices of pizza (damn you Tommy!) and was now in my room, lying on the bed. I was dressed in my pajamas, once again glued to the computer screen watching the Winchesters trying to prevent the apocalypse.
Suddenly 'Smoke on the water' by Deep Purple started playing. I begrudgingly paused the episode and looked at the ringing phone.
Stiles was calling. I groaned and hit the answer button.
"This better be good! Dean was about to do pudding!" I said, with mock indignation.
"I'm not even going to ask… Meet me outside." Stiles replied.
"What? Why are you outside my house?" I inquired, with a hint of surprise in my voice due to being caught off guard.
"Just come on! I'll explain on the way to Scott's" He hang up and I stared at the phone.
"Hum… Rude." I whined at the phone.
I changed into black skinny jeans, threw on a black hoodie and put on black sneakers before exiting my room. No, I'm not goth or anything. I just figured we're probably going somewhere we're not supposed to be and this way I'll blend into the night. Ever the poetic, I know.
The hallway was dark and I moved over to my little brother's bedroom door. I peeked into his room and saw him sound asleep in his bed. I smiled at how cute he looked. If only he was that peaceful when he was awake… he looked like a little angel right now. Stiles and him were a lot alike now that I noticed, personality-wise that is.
There was no light coming from underneath my mother's bedroom door so I concluded it was safe to proceed. I began my descent down the stairs when one step creaked. I cringed and held my breath waiting for movement from upstairs that would indicate I would need to make a hasty exit back to my room. Fortunately, no such thing happened and I continued my silent walk to the living room and left the house through the bay window.
Once outside I saw Stiles in his jeep, gesturing for me to hurry. I climbed into the passenger seat and he took off.
"Now can I know why you so rudely interrupted my precious Winchester time?" I asked him with annoyance.
Stiles rolled his eyes but evidently perked up.
"You are not going to believe what just happened!" He said, barely able to contain his enthusiasm.
I raised my eyebrows and looked at him expectantly.
"So, my dad left fifteen minutes ago, dispatch called. They are bringing in every officer from Beacon Department and even State Police!" He added.
That piqued my interest.
"What? Why?" I questioned, now more willing to hear what he had to say.
"Two joggers found a body in the woods." He replied.
"Wow. But if they found the body, then why all the fuss? I mean why are so many officers being called in?" I asked him, feeling a bit confused.
"That's the best part…" He trailed off.
"Come on Stiles! The suspense is killing me! Spit it out already!" I urged him on.
"They only found half…" He said.
"Wow. We're going." I stated, grinning.
"We are so going!" He agreed, also breaking into a grin
"This is my chance to prove myself a Winchester! Then I can be worthy of Dean!" I said pumping my fist in the air.
"Seriously Lex?" Stiles raised his eyebrows.
"Don't you raise your eyebrows at me! A girl can only dream." I protested. "So, have you called Scott?"
"He's not answering his phone." He responded.
The jeep stopped and Stiles got out. I watched him make his way the McCall house and exited the car too, following him to the porch.
He started climbing the house to get to the second story as I looked incredulously at him.
"Stiles, what the hell are you doing?" I whisper yelled at him.
"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm climbing to get to the window." He whisper yelled back.
"Why don't you just use the door?" I raised my eyebrows at him.
He looked at me like I'd grown another head.
"Have you lost your mind? I knock, his mother wakes up. His mother wakes up, Scott can't come. Not to mention that if his mother wakes up, we won't get to go either because she'll tell our parents where we are which we don't want for obvious reasons, dumbass."
"Stiles… his mother's car is not in the driveway… and besides my dad's on-call today and he said Melissa's there too." I told him, wanting to smack him but sadly unable to do so due to him being on the roof.
"Oh…" He said, caught by surprise.
"Yeah…I'll show who's the dumbass…dumbass" I grumbled, frowning.
Scott appeared in the porch holding a bat and suddenly Stiles dropped from the roof, hanging upside down.
They proceeded to scream at each other, while I just tried to hold in my laughter. God, they were such girls sometimes.
"Stiles, what the hell are you doing?" Scott yelled at Stiles who was still hanging upside down from the roof.
"You weren't answering your phone! Why do you have a bat?" Stiles cried out.
"I thought you were a predator!" Scott replied.
"A pred-" Stiles sputtered.
I doubled over in laughter, which caused Scott to scream yet again.
"Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" He snapped at me.
"Sorry, Scotty. Oh man, I wish I had filmed this. I would have had blackmail material for years!" I said sorrowfully thinking about the loss of that great opportunity.
"Thank the gods you didn't." Stiles said, visibly relieved.
"What do you want, anyways?" Scott asked us while frowning.
"Look, I know it's late but you've got to hear this! I saw my dad leave twenty minutes ago, dispatch called. They are bringing in every officer from Beacon Department and even State Police!" Stiles announced.
"For what?" Scott asked, clearly confused.
"Two joggers found a body in the woods" Stiles replied, getting down from the roof and falling to the ground.
"A dead body?" Scott questioned as I scoffed and Stiles got up.
"No, a body of water." Stiles retorted sarcastically. "Yes, dumbass! A dead body!"
"You mean like murdered?" Scott inquired, making me think up all kinds of gruesome scenarios. I mean, the girl was sawed in half after all. Who would do something like that? A psycho killer, obviously. Huh, that made me remember the song "Psycho killer" by Talking Heads.
"Nobody knows yet. Just that it was a girl, probably in her twenties." Stiles replied as he climbed onto the porch.
Qu'est-ce que c'est…
"Hold on, if they found the body, then what are they looking for?" Scott asked, once again confused.
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better…
"That's the best part!" Stiles excitedly said.
Run run run run run run run away…
"They only found half…" Stiles trailed off. "We're going, as soon as Lex comes back down to earth." He added, making Scott turn to look at me.
"Huh?" I looked back at them, reacting at hearing my name.
"You were a million miles away." Scott explained, looking amused.
"Oh..." I said.
They walked down the steps and joined me in walking towards the jeep. Once there, I climbed to the backseat as Scott took the front seat.
About ten minutes later we arrived at the Beacon Hills preserve.
"We're seriously doing this?" Scott asked as we got out of the jeep.
"You're the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town!" Stiles replied as he turned on his flashlight and we started walking through the woods.
"I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow." Scott protested.
"Right! Cause sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort." Stiles retorted as he rolled his eyes.
"No, because I'm playing this year. In fact, I'm making first line." Scott declared.
"And I'm a unicorn!" I exclaimed.
Stiles laughed and raised his eyebrows at me.
"Sure Lex." He said. "Well, that's the spirit! Everyone should have a dream! Even a pathetic unrealistic one."
"Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?" Scott inquired.
"Huh. I didn't even think about that." Stiles said.
"Argh, I hope it's not the bottom part. That would be disturbing." I cringed, imagining rather unpleasant scenarios.
Scott and Stiles both looked at me with raised eyebrows.
"Because finding the upper half would be so much better?" Stiles asked.
I shrugged my shoulders and Scott shook his head as Stiles rolled his eyes.
I gasped and stopped in my tracks, which made both boys also stop and look at me.
"What?" They asked at the same time.
"What if the killer is still out here?" I whispered, looking at them with wide eyes.
"Also something I didn't think about." Stiles said.
"You said they didn't know if it was a murder yet." Scott stated.
"Yeah, but come on Scott, who commits suicide in the woods? And it was a girl in her twenties, which means she was most likely healthy, so death due to health related issues can be ruled out." I exasperatedly said. "It's comforting to know you've planned this out with your usual attention to details, Stiles." I groaned out.
"I know. But you also said that we needed to come!" Stiles refuted as we climbed a rather steep hill.
"Yeah! But that was before I knew that by the end of the night I would most likely be dead and buried in a shallow grave by a psycho killer!" I retorted.
"God, you are so dramatic!" Stiles groaned out.
"Maybe the... severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight, huh?" Scott said, breathing difficultly and wheezing as I looked back at him.
"You okay, Scotty?" I asked with concern for him.
"Yeah." He replied. "And don't worry, we won't let anything happen to you." He said smiling.
Before I could thank Scott, I saw Stiles at the top of the hill, dropping to his stomach and we followed his cue. There were policemen up ahead with dogs, searching the woods for the other half of the body.
"C'mon" Stiles said as he got up and began running. I got up and ran after him, suddenly wishing I had stayed home watching supernatural.
"Stiles, Lexie! Wait up!" Scott cried out.
I looked back and saw him using his inhaler. Once I made sure he'd gotten up, I continued to race after Stiles.
"Stiles!" Scott cried out again.
I looked back at him again, which I really shouldn't have because I missed a huge stick on the floor and promptly tripped on it.
I fell face first on the ground and groaned as I spit out leaves that had gotten in my mouth. I really need to watch where I step more.
Suddenly a dog started barking in front of Stiles and me, lying on the ground by his feet. I shrieked and Stiles fell to the ground on top of me, kicking the air right out of my lungs.
"Hold it right there!" Someone shouted at us.
"Hang on, Hang on." I heard a voice saying. Oh crap, I'm screwed. It was sheriff Stilinski. "This little delinquent belongs to me."
Stiles got off me, revealing my presence to his father in the process.
"Dad, how are doing?" Stiles questioned.
"Lexie? Is that you?" The sheriff inquired flashing his torch at me, still lying in the ground trying to catch my breath.
"No… I'm…Jo. Yeah, Jo Harvelle" I breathlessly said.
"Right. So, do you, huh, listen in to all my phone calls?" Sheriff Stilinsky asked his son.
"No, heh." Stiles replied to his dad as I got up from the ground, which was wet, may I add. "Not the boring ones."
Damn my clothes are full of mud stains.
"So, where is your usual partner in crime?" The sheriff questioned, looking at us expectantly.
"Who, Scott? Sc-Scott's home." He said a little out of breath too. Ha! Serves him right for falling on me. "Right, Le-" He was cut off when I gave a pointed look. "Jo? He said he wanted to get a good night's sleep before first day back at school tomorrow. "
"I don't know who this Scott person is you speak of." I said with fake innocence.
The sheriff rolled his eyes at me.
"It's just me and Jo… in the woods… alone." Stiles said making his father raise his eyebrows.
"Scott, you out there?" Sheriff Stilinski called out, sweeping the woods with his flashlight. "Scott?"
When no response came he dropped the torch and sighed, apparently having given up on the idea that Scott was out here with us. That lucky dog…
"Well young man and Ms. Harvelle, I'm going to walk you back to your car, and you and I are going to have a conversation about something called invasion of privacy."
I followed Stiles and his dad back to where he'd left the jeep as the sheriff berated us for being out here at night.
"Now, you are going to drive Lexie home and then you are going to go home. You hear me? No more clandestine meetings and I don't want to be seeing either of you in the near or long future somewhere you're not supposed to be. Is that understood?"
"Aye aye, sir" I said at the same time Stiles said "Yes, dad".
We got in the jeep and Stiles pulled off the Beacon Hills preserve under his father's watchful eyes.
"You think Scott's alright?" I asked Stiles, when we were already on the road back to my house, feeling a little nervous for my other best friend.
"Yeah! I bet he's fine." He said, dismissing me.
"I hope your right." I mumbled and sighed, looking out the window into the now dark and eerie woods. They seemed to hold the promise of danger as the tree leaves swayed slightly in the night breeze. I looked further into the trees and a pair of glowing red eyes seemed to be staring back at me. Weird.
Stiles pulled over at my house and I walked to the living room's bay window, which I'd left unlocked. I thanked the gods as I confirmed it was still how I'd left it.
I slipped into the living room, locking the window and made my way upstairs were I changed into my pajamas again, throwing the mud stained clothing in the dirty clothes box. I brushed my teeth and threw myself on the queen size bed, suddenly feeling extremely exhausted.
Sleep came soon enough and I welcomed it with open arms, figuratively speaking of course. I don't even know how that sentence could be interpreted literally.
A shrill noise rang in my ears, making me groan and roll over in bed. Much to my displeasure, the ear-piercing noise took no pity on me, so I reluctantly sat up and hit the stop button on the alarm clock.
I got up and walked towards the bathroom to check my appearance in the mirror. My hair looked like a rats nest, Argh. I tried to make it look more presentable and changed into some black ripped skinny jeans, a baby blue blouse and my favorite pair of all stars. Satisfied with the result, I exited the room and made my way downstairs to the kitchen for a much needed breakfast.
My mom and Tommy were already in the kitchen and I assumed my dad was still in bed sleeping after being on-call last night. My brother was sitting in a kitchen bench having breakfast and my mother was washing her bowl apparently having already finished eating. Bacon was lying in his doggy bed and lifted his head to look at me through almost closed lids.
"Good Morning!" I greeted my family as I sat in the chair next to Tommy and ruffled his hair.
"Good morning, honey." My mother said at the same time the 8 year-old sleepily mumbled "Good morning."
I poured some milk into my bowl and reached for the Cheerios, dumping a good amount of the cereal in the milk and started eating like there was no tomorrow. Yup, I am one of those people who are always hungry in the morning.
"So… Lexie, you want to tell me what you and Stiles were up to last night?" My mother asked me with a not-so-friendly face and raised eyebrows, stopping what she was doing so she could stare at me.
I choked on the cereals I was eating and groaned, banging my head on the table. I should have known better than to think the Sheriff wouldn't rat me out to my mother.
"In a scale of one to ten, how mad are you?" I cringingly questioned my mother, whose response was to glare at me, clearly annoyed. "I'm really sorry mom, it won't happen again." I said as I picked up two toasts.
"I hope not. But I'm still revoking your right to watch TV, and you're not allowed to go to the stream." She replied.
"Bu-wh-" I sputtered. "For how long?" I inquired, pouting at her.
"A month. Oh, and no pizza either." She declared.
My jaw dropped and I whined at her. Not the pizza!
Resigned, I concentrated on my toasts until we heard a car honking two times, signaling Stiles arrival.
My mother was a math teacher at Beacon Elementary, therefore she could take my baby bro to school but couldn't drive me to Beacon High. My father wasn't really an option either because at this time of the day he was either working or resting after a long shift, so I usually just took a ride from Stiles.
I got up from my chair and grabbed my black leather jacket, which was resting on the coat rack, with my left hand, since my right was still holding a half-eaten toast. I blew a kiss to my mom and planted one on my brother's head before hurrying to the front door while pulling on my jacket and eating the rest of the toast.
I got in the passenger seat of the jeep and fastened my seatbelt before looking at Stiles.
"Morning." He said whilst pulling off the driveway.
"Good morning." I greeted him cheerfully. I woke up feeling particularly cheery today. Strange.
"Someone's awfully happy today." He commented and raised his eyebrows.
I shrugged my shoulders.
"Have you talked to Scott since last night?" I asked, remembering our best friend, who was left alone in the woods with a psycho killer on the loose last night. Maybe we should have told the sheriff he was with us…
"Yup. He's okay, don't worry. No run-ins with psychotic serial killers." He placated me. Huh, sometimes it was like he could read my mind. "Though he did get bitten by something."
"What?" I exclaimed, turning to look at him.
"I don't know, he didn't say." Stiles replied.
"No, I mean… Forget it." I shook my head. "Is he really okay?"
"He's coming to school today, so I guess he is." He added.
We were silent the rest of the way.
About ten minutes later, Stiles made a right-hand turn into the school and parked his jeep. We exited the car and made our way up to the school, where we found Scott waiting for us.
"Okay, let's see this thing." Stiles requested as we both approached Scott.
He lifted his shirt, grunting a bit, and revealed a huge gauze bandage. Stiles made a whistling sound and touched it.
"Don't touch it!" I scolded him and batted his hand away.
"Don't hit me!" He responded with a frown.
"It was too dark to see much but I'm pretty sure it was a wolf." Scott said.
"A wolf bit you?" Stiles questioned.
"Are you sure it was a wolf? There haven't been many wolves around here for years." I told Scott.
"I heard a wolf howling" Scott added.
"No, you didn't." Stiles stated.
"What do you mean, no, I didn't? How do you know what I heard?" Scott scoffed.
"Because California doesn't have wolves, okay? Not in like sixty years." Stiles explained looking amused.
"Really?" Scott asked, stopping in his tracks and making me and Stiles turn back to look at him.
"Yes, really! There are no wolves in California." Stiles replied, looking a bit annoyed.
"Well… I read somewhere that wolves are migratory, and they have long term memories. So they could have come back." I said, remembering a book I had read a while ago.
Scott and Stiles looked at me, a bit surprised.
"Where did you read that?" Stiles inquired, making me look down embarrassed.
"A book called Shiver…" I mumbled.
"And what was that one about? Werewolves?" Stiles scoffed.
I just narrowed my eyes at him, mostly annoyed with the fact that he'd gotten it right. Damn it, he knew me too well. Stiles took my silence as proof that he was right and flashed me a proud grin.
"You may have won this battle, but you'll lose the war, Stilinski." I groaned out.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you over the sound of how right I am." Stiles countered.
"Alright." Scott said, the corners of his moth turning up slightly. "Well, if you don't believe me about the wolf… then you're definitely not going to believe me about when I tell you I found the body."
"You-are you kidding me?" Stiles sputtered and I looked at Scott in shock.
"I wish. I'm gonna have nightmares for a month." Scott replied.
"That is freaking awesome." Stiles declared I nodded in agreement.
"Which half?" I asked, a bit curious.
"Huh?" They both said.
"Which half of the body was it?" I clarified.
"Oh. The upper half." Scott revealed.
"Whoa. This is seriously gonna be the best thing that's happened to this town since… the birth of Lydia Martin." Stiles dreamingly added as said girl walked past us.
I rolled my eyes him. Lydia Martin had always annoyed me ever since we were kids. I really had no clue as to why Stiles fawned over her like she was the most perfect human being in all of existence, even back then. She was the typical mean girl, queen bee, grade A bitch that inhabited every high school in the world.
Scott used to tease me about being jealous, but he quickly learned not to. Cue evil laugh.
"Hey Lydia! You look…" Stiles called out to her as she passed him, not even sparing a glance. "Like you're gonna ignore me."
"You're the cause of this. You know?" Stiles complained. "Dragging me down to your nerd depths. I'm a nerd by association. I've been scarlet nerded by you" He added as the bell rang, signaling the beginning of classes.
I scoffed and Scott rolled his eyes as we all headed to our first class of the day, English.
"As you all know, there indeed was a body found in the woods last night." Mr. Westover began talking as he wrote 'Kafka's Metamorphosis' on the board.
I was sitting by the window, in the third seat counting from the back. Scott was to my right and Stiles was behind me. We exchanged looks as the teacher mentioned the body Scott claimed to have found yesterday. Well… half of it anyway.
"And I'm sure you're eager little minds are coming up with various macabre scenarios as to what happened. But I…am here… to tell you…that the police have a suspect in custody…" Scott and I changed confused looks at that piece of information and we both looked at Stiles for an explanation. He just shrugged his shoulders gesturing that he didn't know what Mr. Westover was talking about. "…which means you can give your undivided attention to the syllabus which is on your desk outlining this semester." The teacher said as I reluctantly picked up said syllabus.
I was studying it as the door opened, stealing my attention to the person entering the room. It was the vice principal, followed by a brunette girl who looked a bit nervous. I felt sorry for her, being the new girl must suck.
"Class, this is our new student, Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcome." He announced before leaving the room.
I watched her walking towards us and looked at Scott who was completely captivated by her. I snorted making him look at me. I grinned and wiggled my eyebrows at him, which made him roll his eyes at me. The new girl passed by us and took the seat behind Scott.
Suddenly he turned around and offered her a pen, which she accepted looking confused but smiling and thanking him nonetheless.
I looked back at Stiles searching for an explanation but he just shrugged and threw me an equally confused look.
The rest of the class passed by excruciatingly slowly, but eventually the bell rang, releasing me and the rest of the class from Mr. Westover's reign of terror. Seriously, this is mental abuse!
Scott and Stiles got up from their chairs to head to the lockers and stopped by my side. I was still passing some notes from the board so I gestured them to go on without me.
After I was done, I gathered my stuff and joined them at our lockers, which were strategically close to each other. Oh, me and my evil schemes…
Stiles was arguing with a girl and Scott seemed completed absorbed in watching Allison speak with Lydia and Jackson across the hallway. I snapped my fingers in front of him, bringing him back to reality.
"Back from la la land?" I asked him with an amused look.
Scott blushed and looked away. "No, I was just…" He trailed off.
"Being completely love-struck by the new girl?" I finished for him with a grin, watching him squirm.
He blushed harder causing me to laugh and Stiles to interrupt his argument with the unknown girl to look at us confused.
"What happened?" He inquired.
"Our Scotty is in love!" I dramatically exclaimed, bringing both my hands to my heart.
"Am not. Shut up!" Scott said, looking like a tomato now.
"Your face tells a different story." Stiles countered, making Scott fall silent.
I snickered and high fived Stiles as the bell rang. I groaned and followed them to our next class.
The rest of the day went by in a similar way to our first class, but eventually it was over and it was time for the boy's lacrosse practice. Which I was forced to assist since Stiles was my ride home.
They made their way to the boy's locker room while I headed to the bleachers and sat down.
After a while, I spotted them entering the field and waved at them. Stiles waved back and Scott locked his eyes on someone else. I looked in the direction he was staring at, already expecting to see Allison there, and saw the brunette smiling and heading towards me.
"Hi! You're in my English class,right?" She greeted as she sat next to me. Much to my displeasure, Lydia followed her and also sat, looking equally reluctant to be next to me.
"Hey. Yup" I replied, surprised that she remembered me.
Allison turned to the field and smiled at Scott who was still ogling her. Smooth Scott, I internally scoffed. He smiled back but was harshly snapped out of his daydream as coach started yelling in his face.
"Who are you, again?" Lydia questioned, looking at me like I was a piece of gum stuck to her shoe: disgusting and annoying.
"The girl you've known since you were four years old." I replied rolling my eyes. As if she didn't know who I was.
Allison raised eyebrows at Lydia and I tried to stifle a laugh. Ha! Please apply cold water to that burn, bitch. Serves her right.
"I'm Lexie." I added, now talking to Allison, who actually didn't know who I was.
"Allison." She said with a smile. She struck me as a nice girl despite of being the current obsession of Lydia. Poor girl. "Who is that?" She asked and I followed her gaze to Scott who had apparently been placed on goal.
"Him? I'm not sure who he is." Lydia responded.
"That's Scott. Why?" I questioned, ignoring Lydia and curious to see if Scott's crush was requited.
"Oh, he's in my english class." Allison replied.
"Does someone have a crush?" I joked, grinning at her.
"No, I just…" She trailed off, blushing.
Suddenly a whistle was blown and Scott doubled over holding his head in his hands.
"Is he okay?" Allison asked, sounded concerned.
I looked at Scott, also concerned, and saw a ball being hurled at him. It hit him in the face and he fell backwards.
"Hey, way to catch with your face McCall!" Greenberg mocked.
I jumped from my seat, suddenly feeling enraged.
"Hey Greenberg! How about you shut yours before I hurl something else at it!" I yelled, mumbling obscenities under my breath.
Allison looked at me clearly surprised and Stiles turned around in the bench he was sitting on in front of us to look at me. He was already used to my outbursts though.
Hey, I couldn't pride myself of being Winchester worthy if I didn't stand up against injustice sometimes.
"Settle down, Rivers!" Coach Finstock yelled back at me and I sat back down, still irritated.
"C'mon Scott." I muttered under my breath.
Scott got up and another guy started running towards him. However, this time Scott was able to catch the ball with his stick. I looked at him in shock and broke into a grin. Another guy came and Scott once again caught the ball. My jaw dropped and I jumped yet again from my seat.
"Go Scotty!" I urged him on.
He caught another ball, and another, and another… I couldn't believe what I was seeing. This is a miracle! Divine intervention! I swept my eyes over the field, half expecting to see an angel somewhere. Unfortunately, no Castiel was sighted. Cue ugly crying.
"He seems like he's pretty good." Allison commented.
"Yeah, very good." Lydia replied.
Suddenly Jackson started racing towards Scott. I cringed, knowing he wasn't known for his gentle ways, he was in fact a gigantic asshole and spoiled brat, much like his girlfriend.
Surprisingly though, Scott was able to catch it.
I got up again, followed by Lydia, and we both cheered (weird right?) while Stiles also celebrated our best friend's win.
"I don't know what it was. It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball." Scott explained his miraculous performance in the field today as we treaded across a stream. "And that's not the only weird thing. I can… hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear, smell things…"
"Smell things? Like what?" Stiles asked and we both stopped to look at Scott.
"Like the mint mojito gum in your pocket." Scott replied, also stopping.
"I don't even have any mint mojito…" Stiles trailed off as he indeed discovered a mint mojito gum in his pocket.
"Mine!" I declared as I snatched it from his hand and popped it into my mouth with a grin. He responded by narrowing his eyes at me but then smiled mischievously. I dropped my grin and looked at him with dread. "What?" I hesitantly asked.
"Tell me, Lexie, are you still ticklish?" He asked, flashing me a wicked smile and making my stomach drop.
"You wouldn't d-" I couldn't finish that sentence because the little bastard attacked me. Apparently he would dare. I tried to escape his grasp by throwing kicks and punches while laughing uncontrollably but he managed to evade most them. I continued struggling and was able to push him off me, which made him lose balance and fall backwards. However, he grabbed my arms, bringing me down with him and we both landed on the stream.
I grunted, getting up and checking my clothes, which were completely soaked through. I wrapped my black leather jacket tighter around me trying to cover up the fact that my bra was now visible through my blouse.
Stiles sat up groaning and clutching his back.
"I think you broke my back." He whined.
"Please, if your spine was broken you would be paraplegic, and it was your fault we fell. And anyway, now who's being dramatic?" I scoffed at him and looked at Scott, who was currently laughing his ass off.
"C'mon guys, we've got to find my inhaler." Scott said, after sobering up, reminding us the reason why we came here in the first place.
I jumped off of the stream and Stiles finally got up, joining us as we once again treaded through the woods.
"Hey, what if I have like, and infection from the bite? What if my body's flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?" Scott mused.
"You know what? I actually think I've heard of this." Stiles announced, surprising us. "It's a specific kind of infection."
"Are you serious?" Scott asked at the same time I said "You have?"
"Yeah." Stiles confirmed. "Yeah, I think it's called… lycanthropy."
I stifled a laugh at Scott's reaction.
"What is that? Is that bad?" Scott inquired, looking genuinely confused.
"Oh, the ignorance…" I sighed, earning a strange look from Scott.
"Oh yeah, it's the worst. But only once a month." Stiles added.
"Once a month?" Scott questioned, eating it up and I couldn't contain my laughter anymore.
Stiles howled and Scott huffed and pushed him away. I followed Scott as he walked away, clearly annoyed at us.
"Hey! You're the one who heard a wolf howling!" Stiles said, defending himself as he jogged to catch up to Scott.
"Hey! There could be something seriously wrong with me!" Scott cried.
"I know! You're a werewolf!" Stiles added and growled to prove his point. "Okay obviously I'm kidding, but if you see me in shop class trying to melt all the silver I can find, it's because Friday's a full moon." He joked as Scott stopped and looked at the ground.
"No, I could have sworn this was it. I saw the body, the deer came running, I dropped my inhaler." Scott explained, crouching down to search for his inhaler.
"Maybe the killer moved the body." Stiles suggested.
"If he did, I hope he left my inhaler, those things are like eighty bucks." Scott replied.
I crouched down next to Scott to help him search the ground when suddenly Stiles nudged Scott who got up looking at something behind me.
I frowned at them, confused, and turned around. I shrieked and fell on my butt from the scare, not expecting to see someone standing there. I quickly got up and stared at the newcomer.
He was dressed in a black shirt, black jeans and black leather jacket. His black hair was cut short and he had a strong jaw. He walked towards us and I noticed his eyes were a pale shade of green.
He was hot. Yup, really hot. Wow, I really need to stop thinking about that before… Okay, Let's not go there. Although, he was really hot… he could be the Mcsteamy to my Lexie, the Clark to my to Lex, the Stefan to my Lexi… I really need to get out more…
I realized I was staring and looked away, blushing. I then realized I was soaking wet in front of a complete stranger (who just so happened to be handsome) and turned even redder. I probably looked like a tomato. Correction: A wet tomato.
"What are you doing here?" He asked with a sexy voice. Is everything about him hot? How is that possible? "Huh? This is private property." He stated, while I tried to look everywhere but at him.
He stopped a couple feet away from us and I realized he was tall. Not as tall as moose, of course (it's practically impossible to be taller than moose), but pretty tall nonetheless. And his hotness rivaled Dean's!
"Huh, sorry man. We didn't know." Stiles apologized, seemingly nervous.
"Yeah we were just… looking for something, but…" Scott trailed off and sexy stranger raised his eyebrows at him. "Forget it." Scott added.
Suddenly, sexy stranger pulled something out of his pocket and threw it at Scott, who promptly caught it. It was his inhaler.
Sexy stranger looked at Stiles and then he's gaze landed on me. I felt smothered and looked down at my feet, letting my golden hair cover my face. I wonder what he thinks of me. I felt his gaze leave me and looked up, watching him walk away from us.
"Alright, I gotta get to work." Scott announced.
"Dude, that was Derek Hale!" Stiles said. Sooo… sexy stranger's name was Derek… that's a sexy name… "You remember right? He's only like a few years older than us."
"Remember what?" Scott and I asked at the same time, equally confused.
"His family. They all burned to death in a fire like ten years ago." Stiles replied, making me instantly feel bad for the guy. Losing his whole family like that… that was horrible.
"I wonder what he's doing back." Scott said.
I shrugged my shoulders and trailed after Stiles, who was my ride home.
It was Thursday and I was in the school's hallway by my locker when Stiles suddenly appeared behind me looking anxious.
"Is everything okay? You look nervous." I questioned.
"Well..." He trailed off. "I overheard my dad on the phone. The fiber analysis came back from the lab and they found animal hairs on the body."
"Okay…" I said, uncertain where he was going with this.
"The animal hairs, they were from a wolf." He revealed, looking at me.
I stayed silent and raised my eyebrows at him. "Okay." I added, uncertain and sounding more like I was asking a question.
"Oka-" He sputtered. "Do you what this means?" He cried out.
"That I was right and wolves are migratory?" I inquired, closing my locker's door.
"No! It means the joke from the other day, not a joke anymore." He stated.
"Are you serious? You actually think Scott's turning into a werewolf?" I questioned, raising my eyebrows at him in disbelief.
"Yes!" He exclaimed.
"Right, okay. Whatever you say, Stiles." I rolled my eyes at him.
He huffed and then headed for the field as I trailed after him. Once we got there, Stiles spotted Scott and hurried over to his side. Probably to tell him about the most recent development in the case.
"Wait up!" Stiles called out to Scott.
"Stiles, I'm playing the first elimination, man. Can it wait?" Scott inquired.
"Just hold on, okay?" Stiles asked. "I overheard my dad on the phone, the fiber analysis came back from the lab in L.A. They found animal hairs on the body from the woods!"
"Stiles, I gotta go" Scott said as he jogged over to the field.
"Wait! Scott, no!" Stiles cried out, trying to make him stop but with no such luck. "You're not going to believe what the animal was! It was a wolf…" He trailed off.
Coach blew his whistle and I watched as Scott and Stiles joined the other players on the field. Scott waved at someone passing by and I looked over only to confirm my suspicions. Yup, it was Allison. I internally snickered.
They started playing and Scott caught the ball. However he didn't get very far before he was rammed into by Jackson. After that, Scott was able to recover the ball and he evaded most of the players on the field, actually jumping over three of them and doing a freaking black flip.
My jaw dropped in shock as he scored a goal. I thought back to what Stiles said. Could it be possible that Scott was actually turning into a werewolf? I dismissed that thought as coach called Scott over and started scolding him but actually ended up placing him in first line.
After the practice I headed to Stiles jeep and waited there for him. About three minutes later he arrived and we both got in the vehicle before pulling off the school's parking lot.
"Now do you believe me?" Stiles inquired.
"I don't know what to believe." I muttered.
"C'mon! What Scott did was virtually impossible, even you have to admit that." Stiles said.
"Yeah, but werewolves..." I trailed off. "It's a bit of a stretch, don't you think?"
"What better explanation do you have? This all started with a bite. You know Scott sucked as bad as me at lacrosse before it happened. And no one gets that good at something overnight."
I reflected over it and relented.
"Okay, let's assume Scott is turning into a werewolf. What are we supposed to do?" I inquired.
"Find a way to make him believe it, so he doesn't unintentionally kill someone tomorrow." Stiles replied.
Right. Tomorrow was a full moon, not to mention his big date with Allison. I cringed, talking him out of that date was going to be no easy task.
I sighted my house but was confused when Stiles drove by it without stopping.
"Humm…Stiles? You just passed my house." I stated, throwing him a strange look.
"You're not going home." He explained, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"I'm not?" I asked, feeling confused.
"Nope, you're helping me with research." He clarified.
"On…" I trailed off, waiting for him to finish.
"Werewolves. Duh." He stated.
I texted my mom to let her know Stiles and I were heading over to his house for some school related research (white lie) and waited for her response. It came five minutes later, asking how long I was going to be out. I texted back her back, saying I'd be back before dinner.
Stiles drove to his house and we headed to his room, where we commenced our research. Stiles scoured the web for any bit of information on werewolves while I searched the police records and obituaries of Beacon Hills on his dad's laptop. If Scott was bitten by a werewolf, chances are he chose Beacon Hills for a reason. So either he's been here before, knows about other werewolves that have been before or are here at the moment or… he just randomly picked this town, which is highly unlikely. All that time of watching supernatural is finally paying off!
I was reading through the obituaries when I found the article on the Hale fire, remembering our last encounter with the dark and mysterious Derek Hale. Apparently Derek and his sister, Laura, had been at school at the time of the fire and survived the tragedy. No one else survived the fire though, according to the official reports.
"Stiles, I should get going. I told my mom I'd be back before dinner." I said after a while, when I noticed the time. He looked at me and momentarily forgot the werewolf related text he was reading.
"Call her back and say you're staying longer." He replied.
"How long will it take to finish the research?" I asked.
"I don't know." He responded, shrugging his shoulders. "Tell her you're staying the night."
"Where not eight anymore, Stiles." I raised my eyebrows at him, remembering the last actual sleepover we had together.
"What? It's not like we'll be doing…stuff. Research, remember? And besides, you're like my sister, Eww." He defended himself, making faces.
I shrugged my shoulders and decided give it a try and call my mom. Much to my surprise, she allowed me to stay over, after she made sure the sheriff was home. I'll have to ask her about that later.
We ate pizza for dinner (cue evil laugh) and spent the next hours reading about werewolves, wolfs bane, ancient legends… Basically by the end of the night, my mind was swarming with all sorts of knowledge about supernatural creatures.
Somewhere around two in the morning, I had passed out in Stiles bed, surrounded by piles of printed werewolf information that I had been highlighting for highly possible, possibly true and highly doubtful things that could happen to Scott.
I woke up with a start when there was a knock on the door, feeling momentarily disoriented by not being in my room, or bed for that matter. But I soon enough remembered everything that happened last night, including Scott's imminent lycanthrope problems. Speaking of the devil, Stiles opened the door, revealing a grinning Scott who spotted me on the bed and looked at Stiles confused.
"You had a sleepover and didn't tell me?" He asked Stiles, surprised.
"Wha-no! Get in. You gotta see this thing." Stiles instructed Scott. "We've been up all night reading-websites, books… Well, I've been up all night reading, Lex was just sleeping." He corrected as Scott sat on the bed beside me.
"Hey! I helped!" I protested, still a bit groggy from sleep.
"Please, you were just drooling and snoring." Stiles countered.
"Hey! I do not snore!" I retorted and scoffed.
"Okay, anyways, just listen Scott." Stiles said.
"How much Adderall have you had today?" Scott asked.
"A lot, doesn't matter…" Stiles trailed off.
"Is this about the body? Did they found out who did it?" Scott inquired.
"No. They're still questioning people. Even Derek Hale." Stiles added, piquing my interest. So tall dark and mysterious was a person of interest in the case.
"Oh. The guy in the woods that we saw the other day." Scott said.
"Yeah, yes!" Stiles confirmed, waving around his arms frantically. "But that's not it, okay?"
"What then?" Scott questioned.
"Remember the joke from the other day?" Stiles replied.
"Not a joke anymore." I tentatively added, looking at Scott who just seemed confused.
"The wolf, the bite in the woods!" Stiles explained. "I started doing all this reading. Do you even know why a wolf howls?"
"Should I?" Scott asked.
"It's a signal. When a wolf is alone, it howls to signal its location to the rest of the pack." I clarified.
"Exactly! So if you heard a wolf howling, that means others could have been nearby. Maybe a whole pack of them." Stiles added.
"A whole pack of wolves?" Scott asked, still looking confused.
"No. Werewolves." Stiles replied.
"Are you seriously wasting my time with this? You know I'm picking up Allison in an hour." Scott protested getting up from the bed and grabbing his backpack.
"We saw you in the field today, Scott, okay? What you did wasn't just amazing, alright? It was impossible." Stiles explained.
"Yeah, so I made a good shot." Scott said, shrugging his shoulders.
"No! You made an incredible shot!" Stiles cried out, grabbing Scott's backpack and dumping it on the bed as I got up. "I mean, the way you moved, your speed, your reflexes! You know people can't just suddenly do that overnight. And there's the vision and the senses and don't even think I don't notice that you don't need your inhaler anymore!"
"Okay, dude! I can't think about this now! We'll talk tomorrow!" Scott exclaimed.
"Tomorrow? No! The full moon's tonight! Don't you get it?" Stiles protested.
"What are you trying to do? I just made first line, I got a date with a girl I c-c-can't believe wants to go out with me and everything in my life is somehow perfect! Why are you trying to ruin it?" Scott snapped as Stiles sat back down in his chair and started going through some papers.
"We're just trying to help, Scotty." I pleaded with him.
"Your cursed, Scott. And it's not just the moon that causes you to physically change, it also just so happens to be when your bloodlust will be at its peak" Stiles added.
"Bloodlust?" Scott asked, looking at us in disbelief.
"Yeah, your urge to kill." Stiles explained.
"I'm already starting to feel the urge to kill, Stiles." Scott replied.
"You have to hear this." Stiles declared as he reached for a book. "The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse. Alright? I haven't seen anyone raise your pulse like Allison does. You've got to cancel this date. You've got to call her right now."
Stiles jumped from his chair and moved over to the bed, searching through Scott's backpack.
"What are you doing?" Scott asked, addressing Stiles.
"I'm cancelling the date-" Stiles replied.
"No!" Scott cried out as he grabbed Stiles by his shirt and pushed him against the wall. "Give it to me!"
"Scott!" I yelled, looking at him in shock and…fear.
I was glued to the spot as I watched Scott raise his right arm, forming a fist.
I couldn't believe my eyes. Scott had never ever acted this way towards any of us before. Sure there was that time when his father left, in which he became understandingly more prone to verbal assaults, but nothing like this had ever happened back then. Scott had always been a peaceful person.
So I could do nothing but stare as he let out an angry roar and punched the chair in which Stiles previously sat, making it fall over.
"Sorry." He apologized, panting a bit. "I gotta go get ready… for that party."
I just continued to look at him in shock as he walked over to the bed to pick up his backpack. He stopped at the door and apologized again, looking back at us, but I couldn't bring myself to look at him, for which I felt embarrassed. Was I actually scared of my best friend?
After that, he left, closing the door.
I looked at Stiles, who banged his head on the wall and proceeded to walk over to the fallen chair, pulling it up. The back of the chair faced us and we gasped, as three distinctive claw marks made the harsh truth obvious.
"Oh my god." I gasped, looking at the chair. I didn't want to believe it, but now there was no denying it. Scott really was a werewolf, and now we had to figure out a way to help him that didn't get us (or anyone else for that matter) killed in the progress. "We've gotta go to that party Stiles. We've got to stop him before he hurts someone."
"Are you sure you want to go? You could be the one ending up hurt." He asked, looking back at me concerned.
"I know. Hell, I'm mostly counting on it, but I'm not going to sit back as he turns into a werewolf, possibly if not surely killing everyone at that party, most likely ending up in a science lab somewhere being tested on or even starting a supernatural war and getting killed by the military." I babbled on.
"That escalated pretty quickly." Stiles commented, raising his eyebrows at me. "But seriously now, not thinking about apocalyptic worst case scenarios. If things go south, you run, okay?"
"Only if you do to." I said.
"Fine." He relented. "But promise."
"I pinky swear." I replied, raising my hand to which he rolled his eyes but smiled nonetheless.
"I'm not pinky swearing." He huffed, making me narrow his eyes at him. "Fine… I pinky swear."
It was my turn to keep watch over Scott, who I saw dance with Allison from my strategic place by the window while Stiles mingled.
Stiles and I had swung by my house earlier, for me to prepare for the party and tell my mom about it of course. I changed out of the skinny jeans and shirt I had sleep in the night before and washed my face before reapplying my make-up, keeping it light like I always do. I picked out an anthropology Dulcie dress I had bought recently and still hadn't had a chance to use, and put on my single pair of wedge heels.
I didn't make a habit out of dressing this nicely (mostly because I was too lazy), so it was fun to see the surprised look on Stiles' face as I joined him in the jeep again.
I was brought back from that memory as I realized Scott had left Allison and started heading towards the house. I disposed of my empty cup and left my spot to go find Stiles. I found him near the front door with a group of guys from school.
"Hey, Stiles!" I called him over, trying to get his attention.
"Did something happen?" He inquired.
"Yeah, something's wrong. Scott just left Allison and he's heading here. He doesn't look too good." I replied, spotting Scott, who was stumbling a bit.
"Scott, you good?" Stiles asked Scott, as he passed us with a pained expression on his face.
"Lexie wait here." Stiles ordered me.
"Why? What are you gonna do?" I asked, but he was already out of my hearing range as he raced after Scott.
I tried to follow him, pushing through the masses of people, which was harder due to being only 5 ft and 2 inches tall among 5 ft and 5 inches tall teenage boys. When I was finally able to get outside, I saw Stiles' jeep taking off after Scott's car as I was walking down the steps. Great, I was stranded. I'm totally going to kick Stiles' sorry ass the next time I see him, especially since he did exactly what he promised he wouldn't do and ran after Scott. Argh, idiot!
"Stranded too, huh?" I asked Allison, who was staring disbelievingly at Scott's disappearing car.
She whirled around, surprised, and smiled as her eyes landed on me.
"Hi, yeah. Do you know what happened? I mean, you were here with Stiles, right? He's Scott's best friend." She inquired.
"No! Well, I mean… yes, I was here with Stiles. But not as a dat-!" I added quickly but was interrupted by a voice whose source was behind me.
"Allison." I whirled around and was shocked to see Derek Hale, looking as hot as he had the first time I saw him, as his gaze landed on me. "Lexie. I'm a friend of Scott's. My name's Derek."
I looked at him with surprise. How did dark and handsome know my name, was he a mind reader? My heart skipped a beat as I reflected upon that thought with horror, it could be possible, with werewolves roaming around, telepathy wasn't that much of a stretch. As if to prove my point he raised his eyebrows at me. Oh god, this is embarrassing. Please don't think dirty thoughts, please (worse than the ones I already thought, that is).
I suddenly remembered reading somewhere that a good way to take your mind of something was to recite the alphabet backwards. Okay, here I go.
Derek and Allison were both looking at me now and I realized I completely missed something Derek said.
"Huh?" I asked, embarrassed.
"I said, Scott asked me to give you a ride home." He repeated, with an annoyed look in his face.
"Oh. Okay." I agreed before actually thinking it through.
I then remembered that Derek was a person of interest in the case of the body found in the woods and internally cringed. Oh god, I hope he doesn't kill me and/or Allison, I really don't want to be sawed in half and Scott would literally kill me (now that he's a werewolf) if Allison died because of me.
Oh my god, he can hear me! I totally forgot about that. Please don't kill me, pretty please?
He started walking over to his car and gestured us to follow him. I hesitantly trailed after him and looked back at Allison who seemed equally reluctant.
We walked over to his car, a black Camaro (is everything he owns black?) and Allison reached for the door at the same time I did. I realized she didn't want to ride in the front with a complete stranger and let her have the back seat, receiving a look of gratitude.
I thought back to my first encounter with Derek and I my stomach dropped as I realized he had heard all of my thoughts. I turned red like a tomato and tried to look anywhere but at him
"Where do you live, Allison?" Derek asked and the teen girl proceeded to give him directions to her house.
"So, Lexie, do you know what happened to Scott? You didn't get to answer before." Allison asked and I looked back at her.
"Oh, right. Sorry. Not really, but he probably had somewhere super important to go if he left you, nothing else would have made him leave." I told Allison, who perked up a bit at that piece of information.
You totally owe me, Scotty. Assuming I don't get brutally murdered and sawed in half by the dark handsome psychic boy over here, that is.
"You think?" She questioned, looking hopeful.
"I know, trust me. That boy has been obsessing over this date for a week." I replied, which seemed to appease her.
Derek pulled over at what I assumed was Allison's house and I exited the car so she could leave too.
She thanked Derek for the ride and said goodbye to us before walking away, heading to the front door.
I looked back at the car, realizing that now I had to get in it again. Alone with a possible psychotic killer (who just so happened to be hot). Damn you, Lexie Rae Rivers!
I internally berated myself for thinking bad thoughts in front of him and very reluctantly got back in the black Camaro as Derek pulled off.
"You should stay away from your friend if you know what's good for your health." He stated.
"I'm not going to leave Scott alone when he obviously needs his friends." I protested, frowning at him.
He rolled his eyes and muttered something along the lines of 'it's your funeral' before focusing his attention back on the road.
I sized him up and concluded that the night favored him, making him look extra dark and mysterious. Okay, exactly the kind of thoughts I do not want to be thinking around him. Back to the alphabet!
My phone beeped and I looked down at it discovering a new text from Stiles. 'Following Scott. Will come back for you later'.
I texted him back, saying that me and Allison had gotten a ride from Derek Hale and looked up from my phone back at said person.
"You're going to go meet with him after dropping me off, aren't you?" I asked him. "Scott, I mean."
"Yes." He simply replied.
"Well, then I'm going." I determinedly said, looking at him and daring him to contradict me.
"No." He stated, irritating me.
"What do you mean, no? Scott's one of my best friends! And I am not going to leave him alone with you to be sawn in half!" I snapped.
"No." He simply said, again, throwing me an unamused look. Is he deliberately trying to infuriate me?
"Are those the only two words you know?" I huffed in annoyance.
"No." He replied, looking at me and smirking as my jaw dropped.
I angrily snapped it shut and looked out the car window, realizing I could see my house. He pulled over and I got out of the black Camaro, closing the car's door with a little more force than necessary.
He drove away from my house and I made my way to the front door, opening it and stepping inside. Only there did I realize I'd never given instructions to my house.
"Mom, I'm home." I yelled out to my mom who appeared from the living room.
"Did you have fun, honey?" She asked me.
Technically, I was still grounded for running off into the woods in the middle of the night with Scott and Stiles last week, but my mom was already used to this kind of thing from us, so she relented when I asked her about the party. Probably because I almost never went to one.
"Yeah." I said, shrugging my shoulders.
I walked upstairs and entered my room, throwing myself on the bed. I groaned and turned over, feeling exhausted.
So my best friend was a werewolf, who would probably end up sawn in half before the night was over by a mind reading psychic guy (who is insanely hot, by the way), if he didn't manage to kill my other best friend first.
There was a knock on my door and I lifted my head to see my baby brother peeking into my room.
"Hey, Tomkin. What's up?" I asked, smiling at him.
"Hi. Mom said you went out." He said, looking at me with an inquiring look.
The 8 year-old stepped into my room and closed the door behind him before walking over to the bed to sit by my side.
"Yeah, I went to a party." I explained.
He was silent for a minute, examining my face.
"How come you look sad?" He asked, frowning in confusion.
I was taken aback for a moment and stared at the kid in surprise.
"I'm not sad, just tired." I confessed, throwing him a smile. "Anyway, you're the little brother, I am the one who's supposed to worry." I added, ruffling his hair.
He didn't seem convinced, but appeared to have let it go for the time being.
"Hey, what do you say we change into our pj's and watch a movie, huh?" I suggested.
"Okay." He agreed, perking up and looking clearly more excited as he hurried out of the room. I chuckled a bit and changed into my pajamas before picking up my laptop to choose a movie (mom never said anything about laptops when she said I wasn't allowed to watch TV... I know, I'm as good as Crowley at finding loopholes).
Once Tommy came back, we settled on 'Harry Potter and philosopher's stone' and we were able to watch about thirty minutes into the movie before falling asleep on the bed.
I woke up with a start when my phone started ringing. I picked it up and saw it was Stiles.
"What do you want?" I sluggishly said, as I closed the still opened laptop and got up to place it on the desk.
"Why weren't you answering my texts? Are you ok?" Stiles asked, talking fast.
"I'm fine, I was just sleeping. What happened with Scott, anyway? Is he ok? Did he turn?" I inquired, feeling more awake now, as I remembered the events that had happened just hours before.
"Yeah. Look you've got to stay away from Derek! He's not who you think he is." He added.
"I know, he's a mind reader and possibly the killer." I replied.
"What?" Stiles sputtered. "No! He's the one who bit Scott, and yes he's the killer but he's a werewolf, not a mind reader. Why on earth would you think that?"
"Great. So I recited the alphabet backwards in my head for nothing." I grumbled. "Well, at least I was right about something."
"Sure." Stiles said. "Oh, Scott was chased by hunters."
"Hunters?" I inquired, confused.
"Werewolf hunters." He clarified.
"Oh… Well, shit just hit the fan, huh?" I commented.