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''Can somebody help me find The Notebook?'' Jackson was too busy walking around clueless to pick up on the eerie vibe. I't wasn't till the phone began to rang where he started to question his surroundings.

''Hello?'' He called out, glancing around. The store had looked pretty vacant.

''Is anybody working here?'' He could still hear the phone ringing in the background.

''You gotta be kidding me'' Jackson sighed to himself in annoyance. He kept walking through the different aisles of movies, deciding to just look for it himself.

He stopped short when he saw feet on the ground behind one of the movie rows in front of him. He squinted his eyes before moving closer. Once he had approached the row, he stopped short to see a body laying against the shelf, his throat cut open with blood oozing out of the wound. Jackson's eyes widen as he began to become fearful. He back up so fast that his back hit the ladder that was propped up beside him holding a light in place. It soon came tumbling down along with the light and wiring, causing the store to start flickering.

He began to move away but was stop short by a menacing growl. He slowly turned around and gulped. Once his eyes adjusted to the figure he freaked, quickly taking cover behind one of the movie shelves. When he's breathing calmed a bit he peeked around the corner, it took a few seconds for the flash of an animal to run past. He quickly pulled himself back behind the shelves and began to quiver with more fear.

The sound of the shelves tumbling brought him back as he soon got up to try and get away before he was squished. His legs get caught, pining him to the ground face first. He groaned in pain though he stopped once he heard low breathing just above him. He felt something touch is neck before an angry growl, the animal soon running away through a glass window causing it to shatter.

~*~*~*~*

I had spent my entire night pondering over what had happened this afternoon. I over analysed everything and just ended up with a headache. I didn't know what to make of everything but I did know one thing. I was going to stay far away from Stiles and Scott no matter what.

''Hey, are you okay?'' I heard Allison's voice drift in through the doorway. I quickly wiped away a tear and turned to face her with a smile.

''Yeah, just stressed over school, are you okay?'' I knew if I bounced the question back onto her she may miss the lie. She did.

''Honestly no'' She walks in and closes the door behind her. I move over on my bed and make room for her to sit down next to me.

''What's up?''

''It's Scott.. He's acting weird'' I tried to keep my face without expression so she couldn't see that I was keeping something from her.

''McCall is always acting weird'' I joked causing us both to chuckle slightly. Her frown soon returns after.

''It seemed more than that, like he was.. hiding something'' Her voice trails off. I gulped nervously, fidgeting with my hands in my lap.

''I'm sure it's nothing, that boy is so bad at lying'' I lied. She turned to face me and smiled and nodded her head agreeing with me, wiping away underneath her eyes.

''Yeah you're probably right, like always'' She jokes, but she's the only one who laughs this time.

''I'm gonna call it a night, I'm pretty tired'' I tell Allison as she turns to face me and smiles. She nods he head and gets up, saying goodnight before closing my bedroom door behind her. I sighed and laid back, letting my eyes fall close as to hopefully forget about this whole day altogether.

~*~*~*~*

I popped my Chemistry, History and English books into my backpack. I did a double take of myself in the mirror, touching up on my lip gloss as my Aunt Kate walks in.

''Hey...'' I turn to face her and smile.

''Listen, you know I... feel totally horrible about my behavior the other morning, right?'' Kate says with a hopeful smile and I nod to her.

''Oh, totally forgotten'' I blow it off.

''No, not forgotten by me, I bruised you something fierce and I'm really sorry'' I smile and shake my head.

''It's okay, really'' it really was.

''Come on, call me a horrid bitch or something'' I laugh to myself and shaky my head.

''You were just, being protective'' I said, glancing at her seriously.

''I was being a protective, horrid bitch...'' Once again I laugh.

''Who is giving you your birthday present early so you'll forgive her'' She pulls out a box behind her back and mouth drops open in surprise. I greedily take it from her and open it, gasping once I saw the most gorgeous bracelet.

''Forgiven?'' She asks, as if that was necessary. I smile and nod my head so fast as I giggle. She giggles too as I snatch the bracelet out and let her pop it on my wrist.

''I love it!''

''It's a family heirloom'' Kate begins. I look up to her in confusion.

''And you know me, I hate and loathe all sentimental crap'' I laugh.

''But that, well, look at the symbol in the middle of the charm. See that?'' I glance down at the biggest dangly charm and smile once I see a wolf.

''Yeah'' I respond, my eyes glued to it.

''You ever wanna learn a little something about your family? Look it up'' I glance up at her and furrow my eyebrows but continue to smile.

''You're gonna make me work for it'' I realise, popping my wrist up so I can get a better view.

''Some mysteries are worth the effort'' I glance at her she fiddles with the charm herself and smirk.

''In that case, challenge accepted'' We both laugh before grabbing my things, walking out my bedroom closing the door behind me.

~*~*~*~*

I was shocked to say the least when I opened my locker to see it full of balloons and streamers. In annoyance I slammed my locker shut and sighed to myself, not bothering to even read the card that was there. Lydia, who else would have known?

''Hey...'' On hearing that twice this morning I pivot around to see Stiles nervously standing there, his hands in his pockets.

''What do you want'' I snarled at him. He seemed taken aback but not surprised at my outburst.

''The balloons... is today your birthday?'' He asks, a hopeful glint in his eye. I rolled my eyes and turned away from him.

''No'' I lied in anger as I turned to walk away from him and towards first period. Reminder, kill Lydia once I see her.

''Just a friendly reminder, parent/teacher conferences are tonight. Students below a 'C' average are required to attend. I won't name you because the shame and self-disgust should be more than enough punishment. Has anyone seen Scott McCall?'' I was almost livid when Stiles chose to sit next to me in Chemistry. Though Harris made the class so much more enjoyable, note the sarcasm.

The door opened and Jackson walked in. taking a seat across from Stiles and I. I smiled up at him as he returned it timidly, sitting down at his desk. I furrow my eyebrows.

''Hey, Jackson. If you need to leave early for any reason, you let me know'' God he gave you the creeps.

''Everyone, start reading chapter nine'' I turned to face Stiles with a disgusted look. He shook his head and glanced back at me in confusion.

''What?'' He whispers.

''You couldn't find some other place to sit, loner boy?'' He dropped his look and lent back in his chair in annoyance.

''How original, never heard that before'' His sarcasm was seriously going to be the death of me. I glared.

''Look, stay far away from me and-''

''Why are you so friendly with Jackson?'' He cut me off. I sighed angrily and turned to face my work.

''That's none of your business'' I stated still angry. I heard one of his highlighters fall onto his textbook.

''Of course Miss and Mr popular would be 'friendly' with-'' I whipped my head so fast his way.

''Shut your mouth, nobody, before I rip it right off and-''

''Miss Argent, I suggest you focus more on chemistry than running your mouth'' I instantly shut up but turn to face Stiles with a glare. I quickly look away and focus back on my work, deciding to ignore him for the rest of class.

''Hey, Danny, Can I ask you a question?'' I couldn't help but overhear Stiles saying to Danny who was just in front of us.

''No'' I smiled.

''Well, I'm going to anyway'' I rolled my eyes.

''Um, did Lydia show up in your home room today?'' He was asking about Lydia? Why would he be- oh. I smirked.

''No'' Danny replies with a sigh.

''Can I ask you another question?'' Stiles persisted, probably starting to piss Danny off seeing as he already didn't like the guy.

''Answer's still no'' I couldn't help but to smile to myself now at their little conversation. As much as I had wanted to be angry at Stiles I really couldn't. Yes, him and his friend were beyond weird and psycho yet... he was still dorkish and charming in his own way. Oh my god, Avery get a grip, you're starting to sound like love sick Allison.

''Does anyone know what happened to her and Jackson last night?'' I myself had heard a rumor going around and last night, apparently Lydia and Jackson we're in some sort of accident at the video store. An unpleasant shiver went down my spine, my thoughts reeling with all the possibilities. All the animal attacks lately that were happening to this town, it was turning into something of a horror movie.

''No'' Danny sounded a little upset as he said this. He and Jackson were best friends so it was a little odd that he didn't know anything. That or he didn't want to say which would be fair enough.

''He wouldn't tell me'' Unfortunately my heart bled a little for Danny. They always seemed close yet Jackson had been pulling away for quite some time now.

''But, he's your best friend'' And as quickly as my anger vanished it quickly returned again. I spun around, made sure the teacher wasn't looking and softly slapped Mr Annoying over the back of his head.

'Hey! Ow!'' He turned to face me with a scowl. I scoffed.

''Stay out of other peoples business, Creep'' I could see out of the corner of my eye Danny smiling at my words. Mr Annoying just rolled his eyes in response before turning around to face Danny again.

''One more question'' Creep lent forward a little in his seat probably so I couldn't hear what he was going to say next.

''What?!'' Danny was beyond annoyed now.

''Do you find me attractive?'' I stopped what I was currently doing and stifled a laugh. Mr Annoying must have heard me because he spun around to me so fast and scowled once again, though with a hint of red on his cheeks this time.

~*~*~*~*

The next two periods dragged on so painfully slowly. I was happy at least that no one else even mentioned my birthday. It was weird not to see Allison though. Once class had finished and break loomed over I pulled out my phone once I exited class.

''Hey Allison, where are you?'' I heard her giggle in the background before she answered me.

''Please don't tell Mum and Dad'' I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion but let her continue.

''I'm sort of... not at school'' I rolled my eyes at her obviousness.

''I'm not an idiot, I figured as much'' I said softly, making sure I was being rude but in fact sarcastic.

''You've grown more and more sarcastic lately'' Allison spoke, alerting Scott to their conversation. He smiled to himself, thinking it was Stiles having this effect on her.

''Well to deal with a sort-of-someone I kinda have to be'' You guys were getting off track. She giggled once again. The sound made you smile, finally glad to see she was enjoying her birthday for once.

''I won't say anything, I promise. But you do owe me'' I smile. Allison thanks me before hanging up her phone. I keep the smile on my face as I pocketed mine, turning around to face my locker. Once I opened it more balloons fell out this time, along with a birthday card. I quickly glanced around me, noticing only a few people in the hallways seeing as everyone else had already made their way to the cafeteria. I groaned and turned back around, trying to take all the balloons out and grabbing a pen from my pocket. Yes, I kept pens in my pocket cause I was often losing them in my bag.

One by one I started popping them, the loud pops echoing throughout the hallway. The people that were here turned to stare for a few seconds before minding their own business once again.

''Is it your birthday?'' I just simply looked at the guy behind me and scowled, hoping he would get the hint and leave me alone. It was weird acting tough all the time, something I was still getting use to. But I was not going to let myself get walked all over like last time, I was not going to be that same pathetic girl who was bullied, tormented and laughed at for being different. I was never going to let anyone know about my secret, no one here will ever know about the old me and what she'd done.

I snapped out of my thoughts and reached forward for the card, deciding to read it first to see if the person had left a name. A name I was going to find and kill them for even knowing such personal information about me.

''Happy birthday, Stiles'' I rolled my eyes in annoyance and just decided to pop the card back in the locker, slamming it shut angrily. When I found this Stiles he was going to be a dead man.

~*~*~*~*

Using my charm on the student boy receptionist in the office I managed to find Stiles information, where he lived precisely so I could see what he knew and tell him to stay away from me. I knew this was a little too much but I couldn't have people digging in my past, not again..

''Here you go, please don't tell anyone about this'' I gave my best, charming smile towards the boy, biting my lip a little with a subtle wink.

''It'll be our little secret''

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I was beyond Happy when I head my Aunt Kate was here. I quickly bounced out of bed and rushed over towards the guest bedroom down stairs after I'd finished breakfast. Once I saw the door was wide open I squealed in excitement and rushed in, Kate turning around with a huge smile on her face.

She laughs with me and gives me a big hug. I pull away and excitedly jump onto the bed, eagerly wanting to hear what she has been up to lately.

''God I've missed you...'' She trails off as she skims over my pj's.

''And your crazy socks!'' She finishes. I was known by always mis-matching my socks with any outfit I wore, even my pyjamas.

''I can't believe I don't see you for a year and you turn into a freaking runway model? Look at you! Ugh, I hate you'' I shy away and put a hand in front of my face.

''I haven't even showered yet'' It was nice to know that I've grown a bit over the year. The last year had been the... hardest on me. School wise and body wise.

''Sweetie you're a knock out. In fact, I hope you have the boys knocking each others teeth out for your attention'' I giggled and blushed at the compliment.

''I kind of have a lot'' I murmured. She smirked proudly.

''That's my girl, you have a lot? Well you should kinda have a million'' I laughed happily at this.

''Do you need some help unpacking?'' I reached forwards but as soon as I did she gripped my wrist tightly, preventing my movements. It was so tight that it actually hurt.

''No, not that one'' I frowned. She must have saw this because I heard her sigh and slowly release my wrist.

''See? You turn out beautiful and I end up with this Kung Fu death grip'' She jokes, both of us laughing once again.

''Sorry, Sweetie, I didn't mean to be so rough'' I could hear how genuine she was.

''No worries'' I piped up as I hoped of the bed and made my way out of the room as she headed into her en-suite. I frowned to myself as I left, walking back out into the kitchen.

That was beyond strange.

~*~*~*~*

''If Derek Isn't the Alpha, if he's not the one that bit you, then who did?'' Stiles tapped the back of Scott's during History.

''I don't know'' Scott shakes his head in confusion.

''Did the Alpha kill the bus driver?'' Stiles lent forward to whisper to Scott.

''I don't know'' Scott replied again. Stiles pulled back harshly in his chair and sighed to himself. His eyes soon widened.

''Does Allison's dad know about the-'' He was cut off.

''I don't know!'' Scott snapped as soon as he turned around to face Stiles. It was loud enough for the whole class to hear. Once they had lost interest Scott turned back around and lowered his head.

He kept his head down till the graded paper came around. Once his was in front of him he picked it up and read it with a frown, not realising his best friend was reading it over his shoulder.

''Dude, you need to study more'' Scott put the piece of paper down and ignored Stiles.

''That was a joke. Scott, it's one test. You're going to make it up'' Stiles encouraged with a warm smile.

''Do you want help studying?'' He offered.

''No'' Scott sighs.

''I'm studying with Allison after school'' Scott says. Stiles perks up and smirks.

''That's my boy'' He bellows. Scott turns his head slightly.

''We're just studying'' He states.

''Uh-uh. No, you're not'' Stiles shakes his head, frazzled.

''No, I'm not?'' Scott questions back confused.

''Not if I am forced to live vicariously through you. If you go to her house today and squander that colossal opportunity, I-i swear to god I'll have you de-balled-''

''Okay'' Scott soon got the picture.

''Just, stop with the questions, man'' Scott murmurs over his shoulder

''Done. No more questions. No more talk about the Alpha or Derek. Especially Derek, who still scares me''

~*~*~*~*

‘'You know you're kind of an ass to her'' I spoke up to Jackson as he fished out things from his locker. He turned to me and frowned before returning to what he was doing.

''I know'' was all he said. I furrowed my eyebrows.

''So why?'' I asked, I was curious by nature. He sighs and peeks at me from behind his locker.

''It's who I am, come on, you've known me for a week, you really going to try and psychoanalyze me in such a short period of time?'' I huffed and crossed my arms over my chest.

''I am not trying to psychoanalyze you, just trying to get to know you better, see into your dark soul and yada-yada'' With this the both of us share a laugh.

''Come on, lighten up Mr Broody'' I playfully slapped his shoulder and he smiled.

''Why are you defending Lydia anyway? I thought you hated her'' That was a good question. I pondered over the question for a minute.

''She's not all bad I guess'' I answered. He smirked and looked over at me.

''Looks like Miss Perfect does have a heart after all'' I playfully shoved him causing up both to laugh even harder this time. It was nice to have a genuine friend.

''Where's Scott McCall?'' came a deep male voice from behind Jackson. I looked up to see a sickly pale, dark haired guy who looked as if he was very ill. Jackson closed his locker slowly before turning to face the stranger.

''Why should I tell you?'' Now was probably not the time to be a smart-ass Jackson.

''Because I asked you politely'' This guy was beginning to give me the heeby jeebies.

''Jackson?'' I spoke up, gaining both of their attention.

''Where's Scott McCall?'' The guy now turned to ask me, stepping closer. He seemed to say it with such authority that it made me cower slightly. Jackson stood in front of me.

''Hmm, okay, tough guy. How about I help you find him if you tell me what you've been selling him'' Selling? Scott? He didn't seem like the guy to be taking drugs.

''What is it? Is it Dianabol? Hmm? HGH?'' Scott's on steroids?

''Steroids?'' The mystery guy responded.

''No, girl scout cookies'' I rolled my eyes and uncrossed my arms at Jackson's remark.

''I'm leaving'' I put my arms up in mock surrender before turning to walk away. There was no way in hell I wanted to be apart of that conversation with... them any longer. The guy gave me the creeps. And he smelt, awful.

I walked around the corner and spotted Ally and Lydia walking up the stairs. I quickly rushed over to them, as fast as I could in high heeled boots.

''Scott's coming over, tonight?'' I heard Lydia ask Allison in a tone.

''We're just studying together'' She defends.

''Just studying never ends with just studying'' I almost wanted to puke by what she was insinuating.

''Gross, Lydia'' I spoke up, catching both of their attention. She turned to face me and rolled her eyes.

''As if you've never 'studied' with a guy before'' She says with sass, flicking her hair over her shoulder as she walked up the steps. Allison stopped to face me but I quickly glared at her, telling her to keep her mouth shut.

''So, what are you saying?'' Allison asked Lydia, getting her to stop once again.

''I'm just saying, you know, make sure he covers up'' She has got to be kidding me. I rolled my eyes as I walked up along Allison's side.

Poor Allison seem confused. Lydia rolled her eyes once again.

''Hello, Snow White, I'm talking about a condom'' With this her eyes widen. Both Allison and I laugh.

''Are you kidding? After one date?'' I spoke up for my sister. Lydia turns to me and smirks.

''Don't be a total prude like your sister'' I loved how Lydia just assumes stuff.

''Give him a little taste'' Lydia says to Allison.

''Well, I mean, how much is a little taste'' I had wanted to hit my head against the bricked wall.

''Oh, god. You really like him, don't you?'' She asked, slight aww in her tone.

''Well, he's just different'' I kept listening to their conversation as all three of us climbed the remaining steps, turning to walk down the hallway.

''When I first moved I had a plan, no boyfriends till college I just, move to much. But then I met him and... I don't know, I can't explain it'' Allison rambled on causing me to smile.

''I can, it's your brain flooding with phenlythylamine'' I piped up once again, both of them stopping to face me. Allison was confused while Lydia just nodded her head in agreement.

''What?'' Allison laughed confused.

''Don't worry'' I responded.

''I'll tell you what to do, when is he coming over?'' Lydia continued on with the conversation, Allison's attention now back on her.

''Right after school''

~*~*~*~*

I was happy to hear the home bell ring. I raced out of class and over towards my car which was parked in the middle of the parking bay. I went to unlock my door when I began to hear cars honking. Confused, I turned around to see a pile of cars behind an old blue jeep.

''What the hell?'' I popped the keys back into my jacket pocket and jogged over towards the blue jeep noticing three guys there. The one lying on the ground being the same guy from earlier today.

''Are you okay?'' the other two quickly turned to face me with raised eyebrows. I recognised Scott and Cutie.

''Scott?'' Brown eye's seemed to dim a little before he turned to face Scott who was looking at me with wide eyes.

''U-u-um Avery, it's okay, we've got this'' I shook my head, noticing the guy on the ground was bleeding.

''He's severely injured, we need to take him to the hospital'' I spoke, walking forward to kneel on the ground beside the guy. The guy groans and tenses in pain.

''What are you doing? Stop that!'' Scott yelled at the guy. I glanced over at Scott with a 'what the hell?' look

''That's what I'm trying to tell you, I can't''

''Scott pass me your jumper'' I spoke up, grabbing onto the guys bicep causing him to jerk in pain. I could have sworn I heard him growl but I ignored it.

''What?'' Scott asks confused.

''Your jumper, now!'' I urged. He swiftly pulled it of and passed it to me.

''What are you doing?'' He asks.

''I'm making a tourniquet to reduce the bleeding'' I explained as I began to wrap the jumper up into a make shift rope, tying it around the guys bicep making him groan in pain.

''Derek, get up'' Scott says sternly. Wait, they knew him?

''Help me put him in your car'' Scott asks his friend to help lift him. They both placed him int the passenger seat of the car, closing the door. I walked over towards the car and opened the drivers seat.

''Uhhh, what are you doing?'' Brown eyes spoke up once he saw you climb into his jeep.

''Coming, duh'' I spoke out before piling into the backseat before either boy could argue.

''Why should I help you?'' I listened in now into Scott's and Derek's conversation.

''Because you need me'' Scott is on drugs and this is his meth dealer, great. Allison is dating a total junkie.

''Hey, get him outta here'' Scott says to his friend as he hops into the car.

''I hate you for this, so much'' He turns over the engine and begins to leave the school parking lot. I frown to myself and pull out my phone, debating whether or not to text Ally.

I notice after a few minutes that we weren't travelling in the direction of the hospital.

''You should have taken the turn a few miles back for the hospital'' I spoke up, brown eyes looking at me through the mirror.

''We're not going to the hospital'' he says, then looks like he quickly regrets it. I lean forward in between the two chairs.

''No, we have to go back' I say urgently.

''He'll bleed out and possibly lose his arm! This is serious!'' I spoke again. The boy turns to face me and frowns, shaking his head as he glances over at Derek.

''He won't'' He stiffly replies.

''Like hell he won't, turn around'' I was rarely bossy, but in circumstances like these I was.

''No'' I narrowed my eyes into slits.

''Are you insane? Do you want him to die?'' I ask exasperated.

''He's not going to die...come on!'' He looks at his phone then throws it back down onto his seat.

''Hey, try not to bleed out on my seats, okay?'' I was beyond disgusted at this point. How could Scott be friends with this guy.

''He can't control his bleeding you asshole!'' I yelled. He seemed to ignore me.

''Where almost there'' He speaks.

''Almost where?'' Derek asks, still grunting in pain.

''Your house'' Stiles add.

''What? No, you can't take me there'' Derek sounds like he's becoming worried. I don't blame him.

''I can't take you to your own house?'' I wanted to strangle him. I was about to speak up when I was beaten to it.

''Not when I can't protect myself'' Derek chirps. He quickly swerves his jeep over to the side and and turns the engine off.

''What happens when Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet? hmm?'' Thy can not be seriously talking about making drugs right now. Now Scott was a messenger boy to get drugs or... make drugs?

''Start the car, now'' Derek breathes heavily.

''I don't think you should be barking orders wit the way you look. In fact, I think if I wanted to, I could probably drag your little werewolf ass out into the middle of the road and leave you for dead'' Once again I turned to glare at the boy.

''Start the car, or I'm going to rip her throat out with my teeth'' Just as your mind ha just registered the word werewolf, my eyes widened at this statement.

''You touch her and I'll-''

I feel Derek soon reach for my arm, tugging me forwards aggressively as he pulls my head over the seat. The engine soon starts and my arm is let go, my body jerking back with the car taking off. I try to calm my racing heart as I lean as far back as I can.

''Let me out of this car'' I spoke up in a timid voice. Derek doesn't acknowledge me while brown eyed boy looks at me sadly.

''Let me out of this car right now or I am calling the police!'' I yelled, tears blurring my vision. Derek doesn't flinch whereas the other guy does. He glances down and sadly sighs, shaking his head.

''I can't, not till I get a hold of Scott'' he says it like he felt guilty. I reached for my phone and started dialing 911.

''My dads the sheriff...'' I look up in surprise, my eyes still coated with un-shed tears. It almost started to feel like I couldn't breathe inside this jeep.

''I need you to trust me, ok?'' I stared at him in disbelief. Trust him?

I slowly shook my head, pulling the phone slowly away from my ear. I hung up swiftly and placed the phone onto my lap.

''Thank you'' He rushes out, reaching for his phone as soon as it began to rang.

''What am I supposed to do with him Scott?'' I perked up at the mention of Scott's name. It's silent for a moment before he smells.

''And by the way Avery is totally freaking out here and I have no idea what to do, Derek's smelling like-'' He stops abruptly then doesn't speak for a few seconds.

''Like death'' again, silence.

''What about your boss?'' He asks.

''You're not gonna believe where he's telling me to take you'' He sighs and passes the phone over to Derek.

''Did you find it?'' All this over some petty drugs?

''If you don't find it, then I'm dead, alright?''

''I'm beginning to think that's not such a bad thing'' I murmur underneath my breath but obviously the boy heard me and smiled softly.

''The Alpha called you out against your will. He's do it again. Next time, you either kill with him or you get killed'' My eyes almost felt like they were going to fall out of my head. Alpha? Kill? Be killed? What kind of sick, twisted game was this?

''So if you want to stay alive, find the bullet'' Derek hangs up.

''Wait, this whole time you're talking about an actual bullet? like a gun bullet?'' I only heard the both of them sigh in response.

~*~*~*~*

''Okay, okay'' The boy beside me tried to wiggle out of Derek's firm grasp. He also had his other hand on me, leading me inside the animal clinic. I groaned and realised that I may have just gotten myself into some shit. I was just trying to be nice.

''Can you get your hands off of me Creep?'' I groaned out, trying to shake him off of me. Even in his wounded state he seemed to be stronger than me.

''Look she has no part of this okay? Just let her go'' The boy pleaded with him once he had let us both go. He soon came over and stood right beside me at the opposite side of the bench of Derek. I couldn't control my hands from shaking with fear.

It wasn't till I felt a small arm on my back where I began to calm down a little.

''She's an Argent, of course she's involved in this'' Derek groaned out, ripping of his shirt. If it wasn't for the fact that this guy was indeed a freaking psycho I may have awwed over his perfectly god like body.

''But she doesn't know, please'' The boy beside me begged. He had certainly changed his attitude since the car. For some reason I felt more safe around him then Derek opposite us, that may have been the only reason why I lent into his side.

I heard a phone soon chirp in the silent, the boy quickly reaching for his phone.

''Does Nordic Blue Monkshood mean anything to you?'' The boy asks, now looking Derek straight in the eye as he continuously groaned in pain.

''Aconit Napel bleu nordique?'' I questioned very confused. Derek looks at me as if I just said the winning answer.

''It's rare form of wolfsbane, he has to bring me the bullet'' Derek says, now resting against the bench.

''Why?'' The boy questioned before I could. He seemed to be just as curious as me.

''Because I'm going to do without it'' Derek says seriously. It felt like a chilling shiver was going through my spine with these words. I'm about to watch someone die. It was also the first time I bothered to glance down at his wound. It was making me sick to my stomach.

''You know, that really doesn't look like anything some echinacea and a good nights sleep couldn't take care of'' If Stiles wasn't so worried he would be very proud of the brunette standing beside him.

''Once the infection reaches my heart, it'll kill me'' Okay this was getting beyond freaky for me. I looked down at the table and rested my hands against it.

''Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary, is it?'' The boy beside me sarcastically remarked. We both watch as Derek walks away from the bench and over towards the medicinals.

''If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time, last resort...'' My eyebrows furrowed at this as I'm sure the boy's one did too.

''Which is?'' He asks, Derek searing through all the cabinets trying to look for something.

''You're going to cut off my arm'' I stared wide eyed at the hand saw in his hands. Was this guy insane?

However, brown eyes picked up the handsaw nonetheless and turned it on, the machine coming to life.

''Oh my god! What if you bleed to death?'' I was too shocked on the actual handsaw itself to even move or so anything.

''It'll heal if it works'' Derek pipes up, wrapping a small piece of cloth around his arm as a tourniquet. I squinted my eyebrows in disgust and quickly looked away, not wanting to see any of this. My mind still pondered over the word 'heal' but yet again, I chose to let it creep to the back of my mind.

'Look, I don't know if I can do this'' Brown eyes backed away a little from the table once my eyes were firmly back on Derek.

''I know, that's why she is'' Derek motioned to me once he finished tying the knot.

''Excuse me?'' I asked incredulously.

''No way'' I argued, finding some courage to utter these words.

''All right, fine. How about this?'' Derek began, not glancing at the both of us but mainly towards the boy.

''Either you cut off my arm, or I'm going to cut her head off'' My eyes widen once again at this threat. I slowly begin to creep away from the bench.

''Okay, you know, I am so not buying your threats anymore'' Derek angrily reaches over the table with his good arm and grabs a hold of my dress pulling me forward. He pulls me down right next to his mouth where I began to feel hot air over my neck sending me goose bumps.

I wanted to scream, cry, literally anything to get me out of this situation.

''Oh my god! Okay, fine, all right, bought, sold, I'll totally do it just... let her go'' Derek's grip loosen and I quickly take that as my chance to jump back where an arm quickly snaked around my waist in a protective manner.

Derek begins to lean over the bench to the side and throws up, my eyebrows furrowing in disgust.

''Holy god! What the hell is that?'' I heard him speak up from behind me.

''It's my body. It's my body trying to heal itself'' I rolled my eyes before stepping away from the boy, stepping further back from the scene.

''Well, it's not doing a very good job of it''

''Now, you gotta do it now'' for the second time today my eyes began to tear up in fear.

''Look, honestly, I don't think I can-''

''Just do it!'' Even I jumped a little at his raised voice. The boy picks up the handsaw while muttering to himself as he places it against Derek's arm. I turned my head to the side and looked away, not wanting to see what was about to happen.

''Stiles?'' I rose my head to see the one and only Scott McCall just in front of me. He glanced between all three of us with furrowed eyebrows.

''Avery, what-'' I was sure he was about to question the tears but was soon cut off by his friend 'Stiles'.

''Oh, you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares'' His friend chuckled humorlessly.

''What the hell are you doing!'' Scott yells, walking over towards them. I turn back around and bit the bottom of my lip to try and control the tears. All of this was just, too much.

''Did you get it?'' Derek asks desperately. I quickly wipe away the tears and walk over to them slowly, feeling safer now that Scott was here. Scott the delinquent drug user but still.

''Did you come back with his stash?'' I asked the boys sarcastically but neither of them seemed to pick up on it.

''The drugs, McCall'' I groaned. Scott's eyes widen as Stiles just gestures around the room.

''You really think all of this has anything to do with drugs?!" I glared at Stiles.

''Obviously not anymore!'' I yelled back, watching his face soften a little. Scott shakes his head but soon walks over followed by me. He reaches into his pocket and passes Derek what looks like a bullet.

''What are you going to do with it?'' Stiles asks, myself now standing beside him.

''I'm gonna... I'm gonna...'' Derek's eyes soon close as he falls to the ground unconscious.

''You have got to be kidding me'' I murmured to myself as I rushed over to Derek's body with Scott and Stiles.

''Derek? Derek come on, wake up'' Stiles leans over his body as he tries to shake him awake.

''He's unconscious dummy'' Stiles sighs but ignores me, trying to wake Derek up. Scott, however, runs over where the bullet when and hops onto the ground, trying to reach for it.

''Scott what the hell are we going to do?'' I ask nervously, seeing Derek not even flinching at Stiles hard slaps.

''I don't know!'' Scott answers in a scared tone.

''I can't reach it'' He says more calmly this time, though the nerves were still there.

''He's not waking up!'' I drop down beside Stiles and begin slapping Derek myself.

''I think he's dying, I think he's dead'' Stiles stresses.

''Just hold on!'' Scott replies. I place my hands over Derek's heart and begin to do compression's.

''I got it! I got it!'' Scott bellows as he sits back up with the retrieved bullet.

''Please don't kill me for this'' I hear Stiles mumble to himself as he punches Derek in the face. The both of us jump back as Derek awakens.

''Give me that'' Was the first thing he said as he reached for the bullet. Both Stiles and Scott lift him to the bench as I walk around towards the other side.

Derek chews off the lid of the bullet and begins to tip the contents from inside out. He gets the lighter from the side and lights it up, causing the contents to spark and flare up, leaving a blue smoke afterwards.

''What the...'' I muttered to myself as he soon tips the contents into his wound, pushing it in as he begins to scream in pain. He drops to the ground on his ac and thrashes on the ground as the blue smoke kept leaving his arm. Though the strangest part was watching the wound heal itself completely.

''That. Was. Awesome!'' I turned to give a Stiles a 'what the hell' look. None of this was awesome.

''Sorry'' I heard him mutter as my eyes were now focused back on Derek.

''Are you okay?'' Scott asks as he begins to sit up.

''Except from the agonizing pain?'' I stepped back as he began to rise to his feet.

''I'm guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health'' Stiles spoke. Derek glares at Stiles in response. I cower back slightly and took small steps away from Derek, making my way over towards Scott.

''Okay, we saved your life, which means you're gonna leave us alone'' Scott literally growls.

''You got that? And if you don't, I'm gonna go back to Allison's dad and tell him everything'' What does my dad have to do with any of this?

''You're going to trust them?'' Derek made sure to glare at me when he said this.

''You think they can help you?''

''Why not? They're a lot freaking nicer than you are!'' Scott stresses. It looked as if Derek was just slapped in the face with shock.

''Yeah, I can show you how nice they are''

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''So you killed her?'' Stiles questioned his best friend as both him and Scott walked into school, though Stiles casually said it as if it was a normal question to ask.

''I don't know, I just woke up'' Scott replied, shifting his backpack on his back.

''And I was sweating like crazy, like I couldn't breathe. I've never had a dream were I woke up like that before'' Scott explains to Stiles in slight worry, wondering if this dream has anything to do with the new... supernatural development.

''Really? I have. Usually ends a little differently though'' Stiles being Stiles piped up, earning a look from his best friend.

''A, I meant I never had a dream that felt that real and B, never give me that much detail about you in bed ever again'' Scott glared over to Stiles as they continued to walk down the busy hallway.

''Noted. Let me take a guess here though''

''No I know, you think it has something to do with me going out with Allison tomorrow, like I'm going to lose control and rip her throat out'' Scott cut him off, staring straight ahead.

''No, of course not'' Scott turned to face Stiles and give him a look.

''Yeah, that's totally it'' Stiles confessed, Scott's head lulling down as both of them kept walking.

''Hey come on, it's gonna be fine, alright? Personally I think you're handling this pretty freaking amazingly. You know, it's not like there's a Lycanthropy for beginners class you can take'' Stiles continues.

''Yeah not a class but... maybe a teacher'' Stiles bit his lip in anger.

''Who, Derek?!'' He shouted, catching a few on lookers attention. Stiles clipped Scott over his head.

''Are you forgetting the part where we tossed him in jail?''

''Yeah I know, but chasing her, dragging her to the back of the bus, it felt so real'' Stiles sighed.

''How real?'' He asked.

''Like it actually happened'' Scott spoke up sadly. The both of them soon walk out the other double doors and both froze in their spots at what they saw. One of the school buses was covered in blood, the back door being half ripped as forensic units and police officers surround the scene.

''I think it did''

~*~*~*~*

''Allison! Have you seen my curling iron?'' I called out from the bathroom. I glanced up and down and searched all cupboards but nothing. I huffed before turning to leave to walk into Allison's room. She wasn't there so I decided to go into her bathroom to see if she had stolen it.

''You could at least ask to use my bathroom'' I smirked to my older sister but continued to rummage through her bathroom for the iron. I smiled in triumph once I found it tucked away underneath the sink.

''Aha!'' I whipped it out and looked over to Allison with a look.

''Technically it's mine'' I just rolled my eyes and walked past her, heading back to my bathroom to plug it in, waiting for it heat.

''Come on you piece of shit...'' I mumbled underneath my breath, noticing the curling iron was playing up.

''Ready to go?'' Screw it. I threw my hair into a low messy bun and walked out of my bathroom after turning off the power switch.

''Your hair...'' Allison commented as I walked down the stairs. I groaned and rolled my eyes.

''I think my curling iron is broken'' I huffed.

''You mean MY curling iron''

''Whatever'' We both laughed before hoping into her car heading, off towards school.

~*~*~*~*

I was too busy chatting to one of my friends when I hear a collision right beside me. With a frown I turn to the side to see both Scott and Allison on the floor, collecting her stuff.

''Clumsy on your feet are we, McCall?'' I sassed, now leaving my friends, which I was surprised I had made seeing it was like only the second day of school, to walk over towards your sister and her guy.

''Something like that'' Scott replies, glancing at me with a look I couldn't really decipher before turning to face Allison again.

''You okay?'' He asked. He was kinda sweet I guess, in a nerdy type of way.

''I'll see you at lunch girl'' Alex said before leaving my side, sending a smile my way.

''Okay'' I replied, ignoring the stares I was now beginning to receive from the school body, mainly the guys.

''Ugh boys are so disgusting'' I exaggerated a little, rolling my eyes at one guy who sent me a wink from across the hallway. Allison looked up at me and laughed while Scott just awkwardly smiled.

''Not all of them are'' She says, obviously referring to Scott. I rolled my eyes once again and glanced down at her and Scott who have now finished collecting her things neatly. They were looking into each others and smiling like idiots.

''I'm going to barf, see you in English'' I said before leaving their side. I took one last look back as I was walking and smiled softly. I'm glad she has someone.

I soon collided with something heavy and almost tripped in my heels when I felt hands quickly snake around my waist, keeping me upright. I turn to face the front and smirk once I saw who it was.

''Hey cutie'' I flirted, watching his cheeks go a crimson red, his arms soon leaving my waist,

''I'm s-so s-sorry, I -didn't-'' I smiled at him which seemed to catch him off guard.

''Relax, I'll live dork'' I rolled my eyes at him, probably making him grow more flustered. I quickly maneuver myself around him and headed over towards my locker.

~*~*~*~*

''She hates me'' Stiles was complaining to his best friend all the way towards lunch. Scott had zoned out after the first minute, not really believing he was talking about someone other than Lydia.

''Or... finds me cute I don't know, she's giving me mixed signals'' Scott sighed before speaking.

''She's Allison's sister dude, she doesn't hate you'' he completed as they made their way to Chemistry.

''How do you know? I mean, for the love of god this... Olive-skinned hottie doesn't even know my name-''

''Olive-skin hottie?'' Scott questioned with furrowed eyebrows and a small smirk.

''Yeah, as in tanned skin, cold as ice, perfect complexion, she has-'' Stiles rambled, taking his seat behind Scott.

''Okay stop, before my ears start to bleed'' Stiles glared at his best friend but dropped the subject.

''Okay well... what about last night?'' Scott sighed.

''That's the last thing I want to talk about right now'' Scott dropped his head.

After a few moments of silence Scott spoke up again.

''Maybe it was my blood on the door...'' Of course he was quiet so only Stiles could hear him.

''Maybe it's animal blood'' Scott turned around to face Stiles with a confused look.

''Maybe you caught a Rabbit and ate it'' Stiles suggested, twirling the pencil in his hand.

''Raw!?'' Scott answered in a 'really' tone.

''No, you stopped to bake it in your little werewolf over, I don't know, you're the one who can't remember anything!'' Stiles replied.

''Mr Stilinski, if that's your idea of a hushed whisper you might want to pull the headphones out every once in a while'' Mr Harris, their chemistry teacher spoke up in front of the class.

''Earphones...'' Stiles mumbled underneath his breath in annoyance.

''I think you and Mr McCall would benefit from a little distance, yes?'' Mr Harris spoke with his hands now on his hips.

''No'' Stiles argued. Harris pointed his fingers and Scott and Stiles sighed, picking up their things to move. Scott soon found himself sitting in front of Jackson. He felt himself beginning to tense.

''Hey, I think they found something!'' Scott ears perked up at the girl beside him as the class rose and all rushed over towards the windows. They all hovered around trying to see what was going on.

''That's not a Rabbit'' Scott spoke up, turning to face Stiles momentarily.

Once the man in the stretcher sits up and yells, everyone gasps and steps back from the window, Scott's eyes widening in realization.

''This is good, this is good'' Stiles tried to calm his friend down.

''He got up, he's not dead. Dead guys can't do that'' Stiles tried to soothe.

''Stiles, I did that''

~*~*~*~*

''But dreams aren't memories'' Stiles countered, walking with Scott hurriedly towards their lunch table.

''Then it wasn't a dream'' Scott said, placing his tray down on the table.

''Something happened last night and I can't remember what'' Scott continues, placing his back on the seat next to him as he sits down across from Stiles.

''What makes you so sure that Derek even has all the answers?'' Stiles asked, now sitting down himself.

''Because, during the full moon, he didn't change. He was in total control, while I was running around in the middle of the night attacking some totally innocent guy'' Scott replied.

''You don't know that'' Stiles bit back.

''I don't not know it'' Scott freaked. Scott glanced to the side and sighed sadly to himself.

''I can't go out with Allison. I have to cancel'' Stiles frowned at this.

''No you're not cancelling, okay? You can't just cancel your entire life. We'll figure it out'' Stiles encouraged, picking up his apple.

''Figure what out?'' I pipe up, hearing the end of their conversation. Cutie's eyes widened as I took a seat next to Scott, Allison sitting on the other side. Lydia took the one at the end of the table while Danny sat next to brown eyes.

''Just, uh, homework''

''Yeah'' I furrowed my eyebrows at their lame save but let it go, smiling over towards Jackson as he came over, sending a smile back.

''Get up'' Jackson spoke to the guy who was sitting next to Lydia.

''How come you never ask Danny to get up?'' The guy whines causing me to roll my eyes in annoyance. I open up my backpack and reach for my lunchbox, beginning to eat. I always hated cafeteria food since being served raw chicken at my third last school in Texas.

''Because I don't stare at his girlfriends coin slot'' I smiled at this and looked up to Danny as he sent me a friendly wink.

''So, I hear they're saying it's some type of animal attack?'' Danny spoke up, obviously referring to the school bus. During class we get an announcement over the P.A from the principle explaining in minimal details of what had happened last night.

''Probably a Cougar?'' Danny wonders aloud to the group.

''I heard Mountain Lion'' Jackson joins. I bow my head down and softly laugh.

''A Cougar is a Mountain Lion... isn't it?'' Lydia speaks, obviously acting dumb. Just another reason why I didn't like this girl.

''Who cares?'' Jackson spoke. I lent back in my chair and looked at the guy across from me who sat in between Danny and Cutie. He stared back and smirked, sending me a wink. I rolled my eyes in disgust and turned my attention away from him.

''The guy's probably some homeless tweaker who's gonna die anyway'' Jackson said without any sensitivity.

''Actually, I just found out who it is check it out'' Brown eyes spoke up, showing his phone to the whole group. I lent forward along with everyone else, watching the video clip.

''I-i-i know this guy'' Both Allison and I turned to face Scott confused.

''You do?'' the both of us spoke in perfect sync. Scott did a double take before continuing.

''Yeah, when I used to take the bus, back when I lived with my dad. He was the driver.'' I frowned and lent back in my chair.

''Can we talk about something more fun, please?'' Lydia spoke in boredom.

''Like, oh, where are we going tomorrow night?'' Lydia asks, turning to face Allison. I frowned and also faced her with my eyebrows furrowed.

Allison gulped on her water and slowly placed it back down in surprise.

''You said you and Scott were hanging out tomorrow night right?'' I gave Allison a 'really' look a she glanced my way before Lydia's.

''Um, we were thinking of what we were going to do'' Allison speaks nervously, glancing at Scott.

''Well, I am not sitting home again watching Lacrosse videos so if the five of us are hanging out, we are doing something fun''

''Five?'' I questioned, turning to face Lydia. She beamed at me and nodded her head.

''You're coming with us too silly'' I gotta give it to her, it did feel like she was being genuinely nice to me.

''Yeah I guess... sounds fun'' Allison still seemed on edge.

''You know what else sounds fun?'' Jackson asked rhetorically,

''Stabbing myself in the face with this fork'' Lydia quickly snatched it out of his had and gave him a stern look. I laughed softly again and glanced across the table.

I watch brown eyes roll his eyes as he drank causing me to smile and laugh slightly more. He looked my way and seem to choke on his water making me laugh more.

''How about bowling? You love to bowl'' Lydia speaks.

''Yeah, with actual competition'' Jackson replies.

''How do you know we're not actual competition?'' Allison sasses back at Jackson with a smile.

''You can bowl, right?" Allison turns to ask Scott. I glance away from cutie over to him, seeing his face drop.

''Sort of''

''Is it sort of, or yes?'' Jackson pushed.

''Yes, in fact, I'm a great bowler'' I had a feeling he wasn't and bowed my head once again, hoping this lunch was going to be over soon.

~*~*~*~*

''Mmm pass'' Lydia sighs, shaking her head. The three of us had been in Allison's room for the past hour watching her go through her clothes finding the perfect outfit for tonight.

''I can't believe I'm saying this but maybe you should wear something of Avery's'' Lydia speaks causing me to smile.

''Nawww, babe'' I mocked towards Lydia but the both of us laughed anyways. Allison just huffed and turned around to face her wardrobe with a frown.

''Okay, let me see'' Lydia stood up and walked over, deciding to go through the wardrobe once again.

''Mm pass, pass, pass, pass.. pass on all of it'' Lydia says as she goes through each top.

''God, Allison, respect for your taste it dwindling by the second'' I tried not to laugh at the whole scenario. Allison was always the better dresser out of the both of us so it boggled my mind that she didn't have an outfit for this group date.

''Hmm, this'' Lydia pulls out a sparkly top for Allison. Allison takes it and walks over towards her wall length mirror and puts it up against her front.

We all hear the door click open as dad enters the room. Allison's eyes widen.

''Dad, hello?'' She questions, though she probably gave him a look.

''Right, sorry, I forgot to knock'' Dad says, slipping on his jacket.

''Hell Mr Argent' I heard Lydia's preppy voice sign as she falls onto the bed. With this I roll my eyes. Just as I was starting to like her...

''Dad do you need something?'' I spoke up, sitting up on the bed as I looked over his face for any signs of anything. I'm an observer.

''I wanted to tell you girls that you'll be staying in tonight'' I groaned as I slumped back into Allison's bed.

''What? We're going out with out friends tonight'' Allison began disappointed.

''Not when some animal is out there attacking people'' Dad, the over protective parent.

''Dad, dad I-''

''It's out of my hands, there's a curfew. No one's allowed out past 9:30pm'' Allison rolled her eyes and threw her shirt onto the bed next to me.

''Hey, no more arguing'' He sternly replied to Allison before sending me a look as well. He turned around and walked out the bedroom door.

''It's not fair, why does he get to go out?'' I whined. Allison turned to face me curiously.

''What do you mean?'' She asked confused.

''He was putting on his everyday jacket, duh, he was heading out too'' I gestured towards the door.

''Daddy's little girls'' Lydia speaks up to both Allison and I.

''Sometimes, But not tonight'' My eyes widened once I saw Allison look over to her closed bedroom door and reach for her beanie. I sat up and stood next to Lydia. We both watched as she walked towards the window and climbed out onto the roof, doing a double flip onto the grass. Lydia's eyes widened when mine rolled. Show off.

''8 years gymnastics, are you coming?'' She whisper shouts from the ground.

''Yeah, I'll take the stairs'' Lydia speaks, allowing me to go past her to also hop out the window too.

''You're not going flip down too, are you?'' Lydia asks.

''I prefer a more subtle approach'' With this I walked over to the edge and bent down. I reached for the guttering and gripped, pulling my body off and then let go, swiftly landing on the ground with no stumble. I wiped my hands against my jeans.

''Let's go''

~*~*~*~*

My date was going horrible. The guy found an excuse to put his hands on body every five seconds. He even had the nerve to show me how to bowl when I already knew how to. He made me lose, big time.

On the other hand I was happy for my sister though. Her and Scott seemed to be having a good time despite Jackson practically being a dick to them the whole night. Once it was my date's turn to bowl again I quickly moved to sit beside Allison. She looked at me slightly worried.

''Are you okay?'' she asked, leaning in to me so that Scott couldn't overhear our conversation.

''Yeah, I'm fine, dickwad over here keep trying to touch me every five seconds though'' Allison softly laughed at the nickname I used but quickly became serious once again.

''It's whatever, let's talk about you'' I quickly threw this conversation onto Allison. I wiggled my eyebrows at her as she began to blush.

''Your date seems to be going extremely well'' She blushed more.

''It has been... one of the greatest dates I've ever been on'' My eyes widen with happiness. I was about to squeal in excitement for her but she quickly hushed me.

''It's not a big deal'' She mumbles.

''It's a huge deal! I am so happy for you Ally'' I lean in and hug her, the both of us smiling. I pull away and glance at her.

''God I envy you, sis'' She looks at me weirdly before I continue.

''You got this whole.. guy think down pat. I've tried since we came here but... all I'm finding is-'' I was cut off by the sound of my date hollering as he scored a strike. Jackson went up and petted him on the back, the both of them doing a bro hand shake thing that was too over the top. I turned around back to Allison in disgust.

''That'' Allison laughs softy.

''I could have set you up with a really great guy'' My eyes brighten at this.

''Who?''

''Scott's best friend'' My eyebrows furrow together in confusion. Allison looks at me as if I had grown two heads.

''You know, the brown haired, skinny guy who is always with Scott...'' She trails off, looking at my expression to see if anything clicks. Nothing.

''He drives a jeep...'' I shake my head.

''He's sarcastic and always staring at you?'' Still, nothing.

''He has brown eyes-'' My eyes widen in realization.

''Oh, you mean cutie?'' I asked. Allison looked at me weirdly.

''Stiles'' She says, leaving me very confused.

''What the hell is a Stiles?''

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''Hey, I can't seem to find them'' Allison speaks into the phone once she picks it up. I continue to glance around, the lights from the pool reflecting off the walls.

''Okay, gimme a second, we'll be right there'' Allison hangs up her phone. I turn around waiting for her to speak. Allison's phone chimes again.

''Stiles?'' She asked questioningly.

''I'm in the school looking for you, why weren't you at my place?'' Allison speaks with worry and slight anger.

''On the first floor... The swimming pools? Okay, okay I'm coming'' Allison hangs up her phone, racing past me.

''We need to head to the lobby'' Was all she says before turning around to leave. She begins jogging actually.

''Ally, wait!'' I trail behind her, matching her pace. We leave the pools and make our way out the doors, up the stairs and down the hallway. I stop in front of the trophy case, looking at my reflection in the glass.

The doors quickly burst open, Scott and Stiles appearing.

''Why did you come? What're you doing here?'' Scott asks, slightly out of breath. Allison looks at him in confusion, pulling out her phone. I glance behind Scott, who I was scowling at, and notice Stiles behind him, his eye widening once he sees me.

''Wait, why are you here too?'' Stiles asks, stepping forward. Scott and Allison were to heated in their conversation to notice. I point towards my sister with an expectant look.

''My sister came here looking for Scott, I wasn't going to let her wonder the school alone now was I?'' I spoke sarcastically, earning an eye roll from him.

''Did you drive here?'' Stiles asked Allison, completely ignoring my comment. Allison turns to face him and frowns.

''Jackson did'' Scott and Stiles eyes widen.

''Jackson's here too?'' Scott worries, grabbing his head.

''And Lydia, what's going on? Who sent this text?'' I folded my arms over my chest, my eyes darting around before Allison's phone ringing hung in the air once again.

''Where are you?'' Allison speaks just as the double doors in front of us where slammed open. I jumped slightly, the unexpected loud sound surprising me. Lydia comes marching in, Jackson on her tail. Her heels clicked on the ground as she popped her phone back in her purse.

''Finally, can we go now?'' She asks. We all look to her before a loud thud was heard from above us. We all glanced up in fright. Scott and Stiles just looked to each other, knowing this wasn't going to end well.

Scott grabs Allison hand, looking at Stiles worriedly. I stand still, my feet feeling like their glued to the ground. I was beginning to shake with fear, not liking the sounds of something moving from above.

''Run!'' Scott calls, the other beginning to run after him. I was the last one to move my feet, stumbling a little in the process. I could hear the roof give way from behind, the ceiling colliding harshly on the ground with a loud thud. I could hear a menacing growl from behind, the sound alone helping me pick up my pace.

Stiles pulled Scott's shirt into the direction of the double doors. Once everyone was in, Scott, Allison, Lydia and Jackson began stacking stuff against the door, a loud growl emitting from not to far away. I place my hands on my knees, bending over to stop my head from spinning. My chest was constricting painfully, my ears ringing.

''Help me get this in front of the door'' Scott calls out, Jackson and Allison immediately helping. Lydia stacked whatever she could as well. I glanced up, seeing Stiles over by the windows.

The windows.

I frowned to myself, gripping the back of my neck.

''Scott, wait not here'' Stiles says. I walked over to the nearest table and lent against it, gripping it so tightly my knuckles began turning white.

''What was that? Scott, what was that?'' Allison's words were echoing in the air around me, repeating over and over again. I forced my eyes closed, trying to steady my heart rate.

''What came out of the ceiling?'' Lydia asks terrified. The room began spinning once again. My breathing was coming out labored and uneven.

''The chairs, stack the chairs'' Scott ordered, Lydia and Allison doing that while Jackson helped him move a vending machine in front of the door. Stiles eyes darted from the group and towards Avery who was bent over the desk shaking.

''Guys stop!'' He called out but no one was hearing him. He walked over to Avery, placing a hand around her wrist trying to pull her away. She didn't budge. He used some more strength, prying her hands away from the table. She stumbled backwards but he caught her, spinning her around in his arms.

''Just keep breathing'' He spoke softly, his eyes now focusing on the group that was still ignoring him. While Avery shook in his arms he spoke up.

''Guys?'' He called out. They still kept going.

''Stiles talking'' He tried to add a bit of humor to lighten the mood, but mainly for Avery.

''Can we hang on one second, please?'' He almost begged, seeing the chairs get stacked almost to the top. I evened out my breathing, holding Stiles shirt in my hands so tightly that it almost ripped.

Stiles sighed to himself, glancing down at Avery and towards the group. He swiftly put a hand over her head, covering her ear seeing as the other was against him and screamed out.

''Hello!'' I felt the shout vibrate from Stiles chest. The warmth radiating from his body was helping with my panic attack. My heart rate had slowed down enough for me to breathe more normally. I lent away quickly, watching as everyone spun around, fear and tears in a few of their eyes. Stiles let Avery go without even thinking about, his attention now on everyone else.

''Okay, nice work. Really beautiful job, everyone. Now, what should we do about the 20-foot wall of windows?'' Stiles asked, using his arms to gesture towards them. Everyone looked at them fearfully, not realizing they were there bar Avery.

''Can somebody please explain to me what the hell is going on because I am freaking out here'' Allison fearfully calls out to the room, tears now beginning to pool in her eyes. She pulls on Scott, his eyes seeming distant.

''Scott?'' She asks, Scott pulling away from her and walking over to Stiles. He bends over the desk Avery was just on, biting his lip. He glances at Stiles in fear, not knowing what to do or say to anyone.

''Somebody killed the janitor'' Stiles speaks up, his voice dropping with his words. Everyone looks at him in fear, eyes darting around the room for possible signs of the killer. I stand up right, holding myself while biting my lip, not liking the words I was currently hearing. I was currently living a horror movie.

''What?'' Lydia asks, not believing him.

''Yeah, the janitor's dead'' Stiles says, walking towards Lydia, Allison and Jackson.

''What's he talking about? Is this a joke?'' Allison asks, perplexed.

''It doesn't sound funny, Allison'' I spoke up, my voice wavering a little. Allison just looks to me in fear and slight anger.

''Now is not the time for sarcasm, Avery'' She snaps. She immediately regrets it though but doesn't say anything, her fear ruling her.

''What, who killed him?'' Jackson asks, glancing between Scott and Stiles.

''No, no, no, no this was supposed to be over. The mountain lion killed...''

''Don't you get it? there wasn't a mountain lion...'' Jackson finishes, holding Lydia to him.

''Who was it?!'' Allison shouts aloud, aimed towards Scott. I gulp and walk over towards her, placing an arm around her waist. She wrapped an arm back, appreciating the hug from her younger sister in this very moment.

''What does he want?'' She asks what everyone is thinking. The air grows thick with tension, everyone's anxiety and fear filling the classroom.

''Scott!'' Allison shouts, hoping to get his attention to tell her what was going on. She was shaking more then Avery was.

I tried to hold her closer, trying to ease some of her fear as well as my own.

''I don't know'' Scott stammers out, pushing back from the table he was leaning against. I furrowed my eyebrows, not believing either one of them. I could feel anger begin to boil inside of me, replacing my fear slowly.

''I just... if we go out there, he's going to kill us''

''Us, he's going to kill us?'' Lydia pipes up, not liking that their lives were in more danger than what they had thought. I held Al tighter, hearing her soft sobs.

''Who?'' She sobbed out, the heartbreaking look fleeting across Scott's face. My anger was bubbling just beneath the surface, not wanting to be trapped in here a minute longer.

''It's Derek. It's Derek Hale'' Scott concludes, gulping. Stiles looks at him with a frown before facing the group once again. He begins walking backwards towards Scott seeing as he could see everyone conversing with each other in shock.

''Nice one there, throwing Derek under the bus like that'' Stiles comments in annoyance.

''It doesn't matter if he's dead''

''Yeah, Scott... if'' Stiles argued back, walking forward again clearing his throat regaining everyone's attention.

''He's in here with us...'' Scott begins, a tremor to his voice.

''And if we don't get out now... he's going to kill us, too''

~*~*~*~*

Everyone took a few moments to let it sink in. I couldn't believe it was Derek Hale, the Derek Hale we helped when he got... well I didn't even know. He seemed murderous but I never thought he actually was. Seeming evil and being evil were two completely different things. I choked on my breath, feeling disgusted that I was ever in contact with him.

I stepped away from Ally and wrapped my arms around myself again, the anger growing stronger and stronger. I hadn't felt anger like this ever, I almost wanted to reach out and strangle Derek myself for murdering people... but at the same time, run for my freaking life.

''We should call the cops'' Jackson speaks up, reaching for his phone in his jean pocket.

''No'' Stiles omits.

''What do you mean, 'no'?'' Jackson thought he was being ridiculous.

''I mean no, you wanna hear it in Spanish? Noh'' Jackson takes a step forward, looking pissed at Stiles remark. Stiles visibly shrinks back, shaking his head.

''Look, Derek killed three people, okay? We don't know what he's armed with''

''You're dad is armed with an entire sheriff department, call him'' Jackson pointed out as if it was a no-brainer. Stiles gulped nervously, not wanting to get his dad hurt or involved in any of the supernatural. Why the hell were Scott and Stiles still acting so weird about this? Call the cops so we can be rescued!

''I'm calling'' Lydia speaks up, already having dialed the number. Stiles went to get the phone but Jackson pushed him back. I shook my head at the two teenagers and glanced around the room, wanting to leave.

''Yes, we're at Beacon Hills High School. We're trapped and we need you too...'' Lydia stops talking, glancing down in confusion. Everyone waits expectantly.

''But...'' She furrow her eyebrows, not believing what she was hearing. Allison steps forward towards her close friend, wondering what was going on.

''She hung up on me'' Lydia says after she pulls the phone away from her ear.

''They hung up on you?'' Allison asks in a disbelieving tone. Lydia spins around with unshed tears in her eyes.

''She said they got a tip, warning them that there are going to be prank calls about a break-in at the high school. She said if I called again that they're gonna trace it and have me arrested'' Lydia speaks quickly, rushing her words out.

''Then call again'' I state in annoyance, as if it was so obvious.

''They won't trace it, they'll send someone out to your house before they send anyone here'' Stiles speaks up with a frown, looking at Lydia then to Avery.

''What the, what, what is this?'' Allison asks, still not getting what was going on.

''Why does Derek want to kill us? Why is he killing anyone?'' That was the million dollar question. I leave the group momentarily and walk over towards the other door, seeing out into the hallway. Nothing. Maybe he had left?

''Why's everyone looking at me?'' Scott asks frantically. I look outside one last time, still seeing no signs of movement. I was not going to stay here and get torn apart or killed or whatever was hunting us. My mind went back to the footprints and what looked like paw prints early before. It wasn't just someone inside, there was an animal in here too.

''But we are alive it could have killed us already?'' I missed out on what they were saying but heard Scott whisper to Stiles seeing as they were only a few feet away from me, unaware I was here next to the door.

''It's like it's cornering us or something'' It? The call Derek it?

''So what, he wants to eat us all at the same time?'' Eat us? Derek is a cannibal? Things were getting more and more confusing by the second. I stayed silent, hoping they wouldn't notice me as I eavesdropped on their conversation.

''No! Derek said it want's revenge'' Scott whispers back. They must also be talking about the animal, it was the only logical explanation.

''Against who?'' Stiles asked, not completely getting what was happening either.

''Allison's family?'' My heart dropped at the mention of our family. What did we have to do with this?

''Maybe that's what the text was about... but if it was sent to Allison why not Avery too?'' I got a feeling they both knew something about my family that I didn't. I bit my lip, wanting to hear more, my mind now occupied on what they were saying besides the things that were wanting to kill us and possibly eat us.

''Someone had to send it'' Stiles reasoned.

''Okay, assheads. New plan. Stiles calls his useless dad and tells him to send someone with a gun and decent aim, are we good with that?'' Everyone nods, agreeing with Jackson. I don't bother moving, still trying to figure out what I had just heard. I finally step away from the door and over towards Scott and Stiles. Scott turns to me and his eyes widen, not realizing I was there. I narrow my eyes at him, my hands still over my chest.

''He's right'' Scott says, now turning to face a panicking Stiles. I watch as they silently communicate with their eyes, Stiles becoming more and more stressed out.

''Tell him the truth if you have to, just call him'' Stiles glares at Scott.

''I'm not watching my dad get eaten alive'' Scott's eyes widen, pointing his head back towards me. Stiles eyes widen slightly.

''I was by the door the entire time, I heard everything'' Scott and Stiles didn't know what to say.

''We were.. uhhh-''

''Save it, deal with it later, for now let's just... get out of here'' I urged.

''Alright, gimme the phone'' Jackson came up towards Stiles from behind. Stiles turned around, his hand punching Jackson right in the face. I put my hand over my mouth in shock, half thrilled yet half angry too.

''Jackson! Hey, are you okay?'' Allison rushed over to him, giving Stiles a disgusted look. I smirked to myself but quickly got rid of it, walking forward to help Jackson too. Stiles watches the three of them angrily before whipping out his phone, calling his dad.

''Dad, hey, it's me... and it's your voicemail. Look I need you to call me back now. Like, right now-'' A loud thud came from the front doors. We are spun around to see the door shift open slightly, the things in front holding the door for now. I gasp along with everyone else, my hands falling to my sides.

''We're at the school, okay? We're at the school'' Stiles hangs up, pocketing his phone.

''Oh god, oh my god!'' Lydia shrieks from behind Jackson, watching the bolts pop out of the door. I gulp nervously, stepping back slowly as my heart rate accelerates.

''The kitchen, the door out of the kitchen leads to the stairwell'' Stiles speaks.

''Which only goes up!'' Scott counters. The banging continues, whatever it was on the other side desperate to come in.

''Up is better than here'' Stiles mumbled more to himself then to the others. We all quickly spun around and fled out the other door, down the hallway and down the stairs into the kitchen, taking the stairwell up to the next level.

We all race down the hallway, trying different doors to try and find one that's unlocked.

''Here'' I call out, pushing mine wide open letting everyone in. Scott shut the door as quietly as he could behind him, ushering everyone to be quiet and away from the door. He placed a chair under the door knob.

Everyone began panting, trying to slow down their breathing. My back was firmly against the wall, my eyes to the left to see the door. Footprints echoed in the hallway, loud breathing and growling heard from just outside the door. I closed my eyes and counted softly to myself, regulating my heart beat.

The sound then began growing distant and distant. Everyone seemed to let out a huge sigh of relief before panicking once again.

''Jackson, how many people can fit in your car?''

''Five if someone squeezes on someone's lap'' I looked at him incredulously.

''Five? We barely squeezed in the back'' I say referring to Allison and I.

''It doesn't matter, there's no getting out without drawing a lot of attention...'' Stiles pointed out.

''What about this?'' Scott asks, getting all of our attention towards a door.

''This takes us to the fire escape which will have us down in the parking lot in like, seconds''

''Yeah, except the janitor has the key'' Stiles points out, everyone groaning a little. Whiles Stiles and Scott continued a hushed conversation, my mind began reeling with possible ideas. My eyes dart around the room, noticing we were in the science block. An idea clicked. I pushed myself off of the wall and walked around the teacher's long bench, peeking into his cabinet looking for what I needed.

''What are you doing?'' Stiles asks. Everyone leans forward, Lydia following my eyes and nodding in understanding.

''There's everything in here for a self-igniting molotov cocktail'' I smiled to myself proudly, double checking with my eyes that all the ingredients were there.

''What are we going to do? Throw acid on him?'' Stiles asks sarcastically, not getting where I was going with this. I turned to face un-amused.

''You're a genius, aren't you? A self-igniting molotov cocktail, easiest shit to make'' I speak up, eyeing Stiles before returning my attention to the cabinet.

''She's right, everything's there'' Lydia voices earning a weird look from Jackson.

''What? I read it somewhere'' She fakes dumb, twirling her a hair a little. I just roll my eyes and focused back on the locked cabinet.

''Well we aren't getting in without a key so...'' Jackson walks up and throws his jacket covered arm through the glass, the screen shattering in seconds.

''Or we could do that''

~*~*~*~*

''Jackson, hand the sulfuric acid'' Lydia commands, pouring my ingredients in as I shook the beaker. Jackson looks confused for a moment before doing as she says, handing her the acid. She adds it in and I finish mixing it all together, add the cork on top. I hand it over to Scott and smile.

''As soon as the glass smashes it'll burn'' Scott just smiles and nods, thanking me. I smile and nod back, walking back over to the counter as my sister approaches him with tears and fear in her eyes. I tune out their conversation, not wanting to hear the pain in my sister's tone.

''Lock it behind me'' Scott says before being pulled back by Allison, a kiss planted on his lips. I glanced away. Scott turns around slowly and leaves the classroom. Jackson walks over and locks it, walking over to Allison to wrap an arm around her to comfort her.

I stay behind the bench, my hands splayed out, gripping the edge.

''Jackson you handed me the sulfuric acid, right?'' Lydia asks, glancing at the two bottle on the counter. I glance down as well, eyeing them.

''I've done everything you've asked tonight'' He grits out, his arm growing tighter around Allison. I eye him suspiciously, not liking what was going on between them.

''Yeah, I'm sure you did'' Both Lydia and I glanced down, neither one of us believing Jackson but for two completely different reasons

~*~*~*~*

A massive growl echoes through out the school, reaching us. We all covered our ears, Jackson falling onto the ground in pain. I glance down to him in confusion, Allison and Lydia fussing around him.

''No, no I'm fine'' Jackson says after the girls helped him up.

''You don't sound fine Jackson'' I pointed out, just a moments ago his screams were lingering in the air. He scowls at me but shrugs the girls off of him.

''I said I'm fine'' I eye him but don't say any more.

''What's on the back of your neck?'' Stiles asks, reaching out. Jackson quickly smacks his hand away, growing worried. Stiles eyes narrow, just seeing the tip of what looked like a scratch. I marched over and grabbed the back of his neck, Jackson wincing.

''Avery!'' Allison calls out. I ignore her and stare at the wound.

''This looks fresh'' I comment, letting him go. He stumbles away from me slightly, looking at me with anger in his eyes.

''It's been there a few days'' He says, dropping the topic. I look over towards Stiles, seeing the same expression on his face that was on mine. Disbelief.

''He should have been back by now'' Allison cries, looking at her phone. I snap out of my thoughts and walk over towards her.

A click from the door was heard. We all turned our heads towards the door, seeing a shadow.

''Scott?'' Allison asks, racing forward. She grabs the door handle and starts throttling it, trying to unlock it.

''Scott!'' She yells, not able to get the door open.

''Where's he going?'' Lydia asks what everyone was thinking. Allison keeps going, banging on the door this time.

''Stop!'' I call out, hearing something in the distance.

''Guys stop! Do you hear that?'' Allison stops banging and everyone turns around, soon hearing it too.

''Sirens'' Jackson spoke up in relief.

~*~*~*~*

Soon police cars and ambulance were swarming in. Dads car was not too far away, Him and mum jumping out to greet Allison and I.

''We were so worried'' Mum stressed hugging Allison tight. I smile at them and hugged dad, letting out a huge sigh of relief. We were safe now, that was all that mattered.

''Are you okay?'' Dad asked, pulling away and glancing down towards me. I smile and loop up at him, nodding. Though he still frowned, seeming to look over my face again.

''Are you sure?'' Mum turned to him and scowled for an unknown reason. He sighed and smiled, hugging me once more while I grew confused.

''I'm so glad you both are safe'' Dad says, hearing Allison sob into mum's chest from beside us. I place my hand on Allison's shoulder and smile.

''Why don't you two go wait in the car'' Dad says, letting mum usher us both to the car. Once we were in she went after dad too who was talking to the sheriff.

''I'll be right back'' Allison sniffles from beside me, noticing Scott in the distance. I call out for her but she had already slammed the door shut. I look out the rear-view mirror, watching mum and dad talk to the police while Scott walks over to Allison. Stiles stood close to his dad now, his arms over his chest. Sheriff turned to him and said something, Stiles moving away from them. He looked up and noticed me sitting in the car. He looked around himself before walking over. I wanted to lock the door, wind the window up so I wouldn't have to face him but didn't.

''Hey'' He said.

''Hey'' I responded back, my eyes forward.

''H-how are you?'' I face him with a frown. I reached for the door handle and began open the door, Stiles tripping backwards. I stepped down and stared at him.

''How am I, are you serious?'' I grit, trying to keep my voice down. Stiles gulps, scratching the back of his nervously.

''I want an explanation, for everything'' I crossed my arms over my chest. Stiles looks left to right, not meeting my eye.

''I can't''

''Can't or won't?'' Stiles looks back at me again, sighing.

''It's too complicated'' I scoff.

''Yeah, you've said that before'' Stiles begins to grow irritated. He stuff his hands in his pockets and leans forward, the open passenger door shading them slightly from everyone else.

''Why are you always mad at me? I've done nothing-'' Stiles begins to raise his voice. I leaped forward and placed my hand over his mouth, silencing him. He stares at me oddly, glancing down at my hand.

''Are you girls ready to...go'' Dad speaks out, pausing once he notices Stiles. I let go just before he sees, Stiles shutting up. He smiles nervously towards him, Dad sending a glare his way.

''I'll see you tomorrow at school'' Stiles says before fleeing quickly. I turn to dad and sigh, frowning. He eyes me down, not liking that Stiles was near his daughter.

''Where's Allison?'' He asks, glancing to the back to see it empty. Allison bounds behind, tears in her eyes as she hurriedly whips them away. She sends us a false smile before hoping in the background. I follow her into the back seat, closing the door behind us. Mum comes up and hops in the passenger seat as dad hops in the driver, turning over the engine. He eyes me in the rear-view mirror but doesn't say anything. Instead he puts the car in gear and drives away from the school.

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I parked the car in front of the address. There were two reasons I was here, one about the whole birthday fiasco to see how much he knew and b... Whatever I happened to be apart of the other day. Everything needed to be sorted out and cleared, I wasn't going to be scared or hide from it anymore, this isn't who I am now. I am completely different, I am stronger, meaner and simply not pathetic like the old Avery. This one knew what she wanted and if anyone was going to stand in her way, good luck to them.

I pocketed my car keys and strolled up to the door, knocking a couple of times. A few moments went by before the door swung open revealing a police officer in uniform. The sheriff as I recalled. I was beyond nervous in front of any police officer, especially a sheriff.

''Hi, sorry for randomly coming over, I was just wondering if I could speak to Stiles for a moment?'' I smiled and tried to show I wasn't nervous. I kept on telling myself I was here for Stiles and to set things straight. He seemed to look at me in shock, taking a few seconds to register what I had said.

''Uhh, sure come in'' He invited me inside. I smiled to him in thanks as he began popping on his jacket.

''Follow me'' He led the way up the stairs and towards a closed door. I could hear harsh whispering from the other side but remained my expression impassive.

''Stiles?'' The Sheriff, Noah, knocked. The door flung open seconds later, Stiles eyes seeming to be wide and alert. it took him a few moments before he noticed me standing next to his dad.

''A-avery, what are you d-d-oing h-here?'' He stuttered out flabbergasted. He knew that if you were here it was not going to end well for him. You hated his guts in his eyes.

''She came here to see you'' Noah seemed to be surprised at this. He had only ever heard her name brought up a couple of times but each time they were he would hear Stiles rant about her. Saying how much she annoyed him and how sarcastic she was. He smiled to himself though, secretly enjoying that Stiles was getting a taste of his own medicine.

I stepped into the room once Stiles moved away from the door. I walked in and let my eyes skim over the place, a typical guys room was all that I concluded.

''So, am I going to hear good things at this parent conference?'' My ears perked up at this, I had totally forgotten all about it. As they continued talking I quickly whipped out my phone, sending Allison a message reminding her. We both had to be present seeing as we were new.

The door closing snapped me out of my thoughts.

''W-why are you here? H-h-how did you know where I lived? What-'' I turned around and glared at him, he immediately fell silent.

''You know exactly why, and the how was easy, too easy'' I smirked and walked over to his bed, sitting down with even asking. I was trying to make him uncomfortable and it seemed to be working, good.

''What the hell was with that little stunt in my locker?'' Stiles was confused for a moment before he remembered. He scoffed to himself, finding her unbelievable.

''You're upset about the card? Really? it was a birthday card get over yourself-'' I angrily hopped off the bed and strode towards him, making sure to get close. He gulped visibly and shrunk back, like he was afraid of me. I frowned to myself, not wanting that reaction but kept going regardless.

''I keep my personal life private, you ever pull a stunt like that again and you will regret it, this is your only warning'' I spat, eyeing him down. He could tell how angry I was.

''I-im s-s-orry, I thought that-''

''That what? I would thank you? Because you and some other girl knew my birthday? Why does everyone assume it's something that everyone wants celebrated? Not everyone likes their birthday, you know? Some people hate it! Some people hate the memories that come with it!'' Woah slow down there, don't you think you're revealing a little too much?

''Some people hate the fact that they are a year above everyone else, some people hate it when false accusations are thrown in their face every year. Some people hate the things that happened on their birthday! Some people just simply detest their birthdays!'' I finished and my eyes widen, I had revealed too much. I was so angry that I just couldn't stop myself. Mr Annoying, however, seemed to compose himself and stared back at me confused, not seeming angry in the least or even uncomfortable anymore.

I took a step back, vile rising in my throat at my recent outburst. I haven't lost it like that in a very long time. I was slowly becoming unhinged again and it was all because of this stupid town. I needed to leave, leave town for a while and clear my head.

But soon I could hear the thumping of my own heart in my eyes. My breathing was becoming rapid and shallow. My vision was becoming a little blurry, the beating in my chest beginning to hurt. My eyes welled up, knowing what this meant. I hadn't had one in almost a year, why was it happening? I thought I had control over this. It was just another thing for people to torment me about, another thing for them to hang over my head.

I could barely feel the slight pressure on my shoulder, softly pushing me until I was sitting down on the bed.  

''Look at me, Avery'' The voice sounded distant but I knew exactly who it belonged to. Great, I was having a panic attack right in front him. He must think I was so pathetic now, that I was never a strong-willed or tough girl at all. I was losing it in front of a stranger and I couldn't stop myself. A stranger who I had grown to dislike quite quickly.

''Look at me, you need to hold your breath'' I felt my face being tilted upwards, two hands on my cheeks. I could barely make out that he was standing in front me as I was sitting down.

''Count to five slowly, follow me'' He seemed to know what to do perfectly. He was't making fun of me or tormenting me at all. I was surprised, maybe he was going to use this later. That was probably it, everyone always did at some point.

''One...'' I tried to follow his counting, trying to match my breathing to his. He was breathing calmly and slowly, trying to get me to do the same. The room was slightly spinning, my head feeling heavy as I almost felt like falling back.

''Two'' Again the same thing, I matched my breathing to his better this time.

''Three'' I was beginning to feel my heart rate slow down, the wetness of my eyes beginning to dry away as my body began shaking less.

''Four'' I was able to breathe more calmly now, the headache that was beginning to form subsiding.

''Five'' With one more breath I felt my heart go back to it's original rate. My hands were still and the headache now gone. My eyes were clear and were able to glance at the boy in front of me, his hands still cupping my face. I could notice his brown eyes with flecks of gold in them. His dark freckles and moles adorning his face. His lips which were slightly parted but nicely plump and pink. I closed my eyes and took a few more deep breaths, making sure I wasn't going to faint.

''Thanks'' I breathed out in relief. I knew this was going to bite me on the ass later but for now I needed to stay calm.

''No problem'' He spoke awkwardly, swiftly removing his hands from my face. The warmth instantly left which saddened me a little.

''How did you know what to do?'' I found myself asking, looking up at him. He tried to advert his eyes from me, growing uncomfortable once again. It seems I had approached something I maybe shouldn't have.

''I used to get panic attacks'' This shocked me. How did this sarcastic, know it all, pain in my ass get panic attacks?

''You did?'' I asked curiously. I knew he didn't feel comfortable talking to me, at all but I was really interested. Here I was thinking I knew him down pat. Maybe that's what I get for stereotyping.

He turned around to face the window before speaking.

''I used to get them a lot when I was younger, not so much anymore'' He stopped short, not wanting to say any more. I didn't push him either, it wasn't like we were friends or anything. And this definitely doesn't change the way I feel towards him, he was still a huge pain that I wanted nothing to do with.

''I'm sorry'' I was apologizing? I never did this, only to family and even then that was rare. He seemed shocked too, turning to face me confused.

''I never thought I would ever hear those words leave your mouth'' I scoffed jokingly and smiled, laughing a little.

''Well don't expect me to ever again, that was a one off'' I joked halfheartedly. He smiled and laughed a little himself, the awkwardness seeming to lift slightly.

It was silent for a few moments, both of us not really knowing what to say or do. I wasn't even sure if I was angry at him anymore.

''And I am sorry about your whole birthday thing'' I looked up and softly smiled, appreciating his honesty.

''I didn't know that... you didn't like it'' He chose his words carefully like he didn't want me to go off at him again. I shook my head.

''It's okay, you didn't know...'' I left my sentenced and looked up at him, watching him for reaction. If he really knew he'd look guilty but he didn't, he just seemed sincere. Maybe I was worrying over nothing. The first sign of my past coming up and I lose it. I needed to get past my old life and start my new one with no regrets.

''But asides that, what the hell is going on with Scott and that Derek bloke?'' You were blunt, beating around the bush was never your style. He gulped nervously, eyes darting everywhere but you. What the hell was he supposed to say? There was no way you were going to believe him, and especially with your parents being supernatural hunters, he couldn't risk his best friends life. So he decided to say the three words he knew you wouldn't believe but would hopefully take.

''I don't know''

~*~*~*~*

''Where is your sister?'' Was the first thing both Mum and Dad asked me as soon as I pulled up at the school entrance. I had tried and tried texting and calling her but she never picked up, I only hoped she was going to be back before me. I hadn't really thought up a good enough lie yet.

''She isn't here?'' I tried to act as if I had no clue. They both looked at each other then back to me, knowing better. I shook my head and laughed to myself, pretending to have forgotten.

''She wasn't feeling well so she decided to stay home'' Again, they glanced at each other, communicating with their eyes.

''She wasn't there'' I furrowed my eyebrows in fake confusion.

''You didn't check her room?'' I asked, trying to advert the attention to them to try and better my lie. They both just shook their heads and began walking into the school.

''We'll speak to her later'' Dad had sounded angry so I knew my lie did not fly. We walked into our science class first, Mrs Greene (Don't actually know her name) greeting us three with a warm smile.

''Hi, you must be Mrs and Mr Argent'' She raised and shook their hands politely. Mum and dad smiled back before taking a seat next to me.

''Allison and Avery are great students, both incredibly sweet girls, and very quick to adjust despite all the moving around'' This wasn't our first rodeo.

Mum and dad however smiled at each other, liking the good things they were hearing so far.

''We know it's hard on them but ah, it's a necessary evil'' Dad spoke up with a warm smile.

''Necessary or not I'd be prepared for some... how do I put this...'' She seemed to try and mark her words carefully, not knowing us well enough to fully explain herself.

''Rebelliousness?'' Dad seemed to be talking mainly to me when he said this but I just shrugged, owning it. Mum took his hand and gave it a soft squeeze.

''We appreciate the concern but we have excellent relationships with our daughters, very open and honest'' I already knew that was horse shit but kept my mouth shut anyways.

''I'm very glad to hear that, let her know that I hope she's feeling better'' I advert my eyes to anywhere but the other three people in the room. Great, Allison and I were going to be in so much trouble.

''She wasn't in class?'' Dad asked, facing Mrs Greene. She tilted her head back and smiled.

''Oh, she wasn't in school'' Motherfucker.

~*~*~*~*

Dad was beyond furious once we left the building. He hadn't said a word and neither had mum, knowing that I was lying to both of them and Allison was no where to be seen.

''Allison, answer your phone now before your grounding arrangements reach biblical proportions'' I wanted to roll my eyes but didn't. I saw Allison's car not too far away in the lot, her and Scott looking a little freaked. I tried to make my way towards them before mum and dad could but failed.

''Kate hasn't heard from her either'' Mum spoke up, placing her own phone away. Dad turned to me and sighed angrily.

''Allison never does this, she's not rebellious, it's Avery that pulls stunt like this, especially around-'' Dad cut himself short once he realized I was still with them. I knew I had been difficult to deal with in the past, it wasn't a secret.

''It's okay, Dad. I'm sure she's fine'' My eyes drifted over her to car.

''Excuse me, you're not Allison's parents are you? I'm Scott's mum and I hate to say this but I can't get a hold of him either'' Mum and dad both scowled at her while I smiled. She seemed genuine and sweet enough. Now I could see where Scott got his manners from.

''You're his mother?'' Dad says with venom. I turned to him and glared, she didn't deserve that.

''Dad-'' I tried but he cut me off with a warning glance.

''Funny how you say that like it's an accusation'' She stood up for herself, I was happy about that. Our dad could be a dick at times, like now.

''Well I wouldn't claim it as a source of pride as he practically kidnapped our daughter'' I rolled my eyes, already over my dads flare for dramatics. Now I knew where I got my sarcasm and drama from.

''How do we know skipping school wasn't your daughter's idea?'' I couldn't help but to stifle a laugh receiving yet again another glare from my parents. Oh how right she was.

''My daughter...'' Dad begins, falling short once he sees Allison and Scot hop out of Allison's car. He sighs to himself and lets goes of some of his worry.

''Is right there'' He watches as Allison approaches, her head bowed down.

''Where exactly have you been?'' We could hear Scott's mum raise her voice in the distance. I felt a little bad for Scott in the moment but knew it was none of my business to get involved. I perked up once Allison reached us, a guilty look adorning her features.

''Allison, get in the car'' Dad speaks, not leaving any room for disagreement. Allison just nods and walks back the way she came, the rest of us following suit.

This was going to be a fun trip home.

''Ahh!'' We all turned around to the sound of some people beginning to shriek and scream in fright. I stiffened slightly, the loud sudden noises shocking me a little too much. Mum wrapped an arm around my shoulder knowingly, pulling me closer to her. She rarely ever showed affection but did when it was important.

People began running and screaming, hoping into their vehicles and zipping out of the parking lot way too quickly. I left my mums side and walked over to Allison, seeing as she now stood beside Scot worriedly. Scott glanced around, trying to use his supernatural senses to see what was going on.

It wasn't until a growl was heard in the air that the panic really set in. Dad had left our side to go to the car. Mum ushered both Allison and I over, leaving Scott.

I heard the growl again, this time closer and moved and into the middle of the parking lot. The noises started becoming too much, the screaming and the shrieking, the cars speeding off as well as a few car alarms drifting through the air. It was happening again. My chest was constricting, not getting enough air in my lungs. My breaths becoming labored and short. I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders, shaking me but I was too panicked. The familiar screams and shrieks from two years ago plaguing my mind.

''Avery'' My name sounded distant.

It wasn't until I saw the Sheriff in front of a car, holding his gun out for the animal. I noticed someone hop in the car, turning the engine on.

''Look out!'' I found enough air to scream out into the night. Without even thinking I raced over, my legs running extremely fast considering I felt like I was going to faint any moment. I managed to push him out of the way just in time before the car lights came on, the driver speeding towards me not slowing down.

''Avery!'' I could hear my mum call out before I felt the car hit my body, sending me backwards. I collided harshly with the tar road, my back and left arm aching badly. I closed my eyes and winced when I could smell a little bit of blood. I glanced down to make sure nothing was broken. I was fine, just a few scraps and bruises luckily.

BANG! BANG!

Two shots were heard loud and clear in the atmosphere. I winced at the sound, feeling it echo in my head over and over again. I rolled over and began sitting up, the sheriff rushing towards me to help as well as my mum.

''Are you alright?'' Noah asked, making sure I was okay. He looked guilty and wished it was him instead of her.

''I'm okay'' I breathed out, feeling my body was calmer then before, probably due to the fact I was just hit by a car probably shocked my system. Though, if the Sheriff was with me, who shot the animal?

I stood up on my own and my eyes widen once I see dad holding  what looked like a pistol, the cougar in front of him laying in a pool of it's own blood. My dad just popped away his gun quickly once Sheriff looked over towards him.

Everyone stopped screaming and shrieking and walked over towards the dead beast. I followed closely behind, holding my left arm as I stood close behind Dad, glancing at his jacket where he placed the gun back into.

What in hell was going on....

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