Teen Wolf: Survival Instinct
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Chapter 1
The only sounds coming from the lonely house were those of clothes thrown through air and on top of the blue carpeted floor. Emily Parker slid about her closet differing between her wardrobe options. Emily might not be the most popular girl at Beacon Hills high school, but she still wanted to be presentable. After all, she was close friends with Beacon Hills high school it girl, Lydia Martin. Emily's finally choices hung before her, a pink sleeveless vest covering a black tank top with charcoal jeans or a black as night leather biker jacket protecting a red tank top and infinity black hole colored skinny jeans. Why was she making such a fuss over clothes? An entire lifetime and clothes were never a concern. Maybe the clothes were part of the big idea. You're only in high school once and hopefully for only the typical four miserable, stressful, and rememberable years. Shopping had really only been needed for Emily when she decided she liked a certain shirt or her sneakers were worn out. Lydia was persuasive, and forceful, enough to engage shopping sprees over the summer. Forever 21 raids tagged along with trips and scan overs at Ulta evolved a girl despised by people like original Emily. A change likely not needed but felt somewhat welcomed. Emily stared at herself in the full length mirror attached to her sliding closet doors. Puzzlement took over after a stare down with her reflection.
"What the hell am I doing?" She asked the mirror twin. A drop of the two outfits was all it took for the unique one and only Emily to appear once again. She lied down a plain white tank top, she kinda had an obsession with tank tops when it was summer season, and red skinny jeans. Screw popularity, she wanted to be herself with her rag tag misfit best friends, Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski. The three troublemakers had been best friends for as long as memory served. Emily checked her phone seeing the three as her lock screen. Stiles had just received his license along with that shitty jeep he was just in love with. Mr. Stilinski took a picture of the three proud his sign was finally able to pass a test. Stiles' father was the town sheriff and a widow. Stiles hardly ever talked about his mother which was understandable but sometimes hurtful. Emily was one of his best friends, why couldn't he open up about her? Her phone started ringing making aware of a phone call. She looked down seeing Stiles Stilinski as the contact I.D.
"Hey dip shit, what's up?" She answered falling onto her messy bed.
"Cute, but I need a favor." He replied sharply.
"Uh, sure what?"
"Scott and I were walking around the woods but its closed off as a crime scene. Can you go pick him up, my dad busted me."
"The woods, what happened?"
"That doesn't matter right now, just go get Scott!" He demanded hanging up the phone. Emily rolled her eyes. Typical boys getting in trouble, usually with her but whatever. She grabbed her car keys off the tan wooden nightstand and marched down the stairs. Her dad was out again trying to find someone to replace mom. Emily's mother died about four years ago now. Mr. Parker spent most his days dating different potential stepmothers. Emily locked the front door of her two story house before stepping into her silver car. Pulling out the driveway and flashing her headlights on, the journey for Scott began.
The rain starting pouring as if out of nowhere. Maybe the rain had even started before Emily exited her two story house. Lately she had been distracted by everything in life. Stiles, Scott, her father, her mother's death, potential new mothers. This summer had passed leaving a blur in mind. She hung out with Scott and Stiles a few times, had shopping sprees with Lydia, and even had lunch with Jackson Whittemore, Lydia's boyfriend and Beacon Hills favorite lacrosse player. He was an asshole, but if you became friends with him, he was actually kinda cool. The down side of being friends with Jackson? The fact that he absolutely hated Scott and Stiles. Emily never knew why, but she didn't really bother digging into it. She found herself driving down a narrow road in this rainy weather with her windshield wipers moving as fast as they could. She flashed her high beams on just in time to catch sight of a figure standing in the middle of the road. Emily yelped swerving the steering wheel to her left hoping in miss the dark figure. Her car spun around as she screamed slamming her eyelids shut preparing for the worst. Emily heard herself still screaming but felt no movement coming from the car. She slowly opened one eye barely able to see past her hair that flew into her face. Her headlights spotlighted the figure turning it into a person. She brushed the covering hair out of her eyesight squinting to make out a face. Emily threw open her car door storming towards the boy.
"Scott, what the hell are you doing!" She yelled approaching her friend.
"Emily, what are you doing here?" He asked in reply.
"I'm here to rescue you asshole." Emily told dragging him towards her car. She wasn't too angry at Scott but she almost killed him. He took a place in the passengers seat as Emily took the driver's seat.
"So, mind telling me why you and Stiles were out here?" She asked driving back down the road she had came from.
"Uh, just practicing for lacrosse."
"Oh, and that's why he was busted by his dad? Scott, he already told him the woods are a crime scene. I'm just curious why you two just had to check this one out." Scott looked at her not answering. He opened his mouth but talked himself out of explaining. Emily rolled her eyes. She then noticed he was gripping his hip.
"Are you okay?" She asked taking a better look as she came to a stop sign. Blood was covering his hands and the spot they covered.
"Oh my god, Scott did I sideswipe you!" Emily cried reaching to move his hands away. He grabbed them with one hand pushing her away as he chuckled.
"No Emily, but I wish you did." He mumbled looking back down.
"Okay, now you have to tell him what's going on. You and Stiles check out this supposed crime scenes and now your bleeding in my car. Don't leave you're best friend hanging Scott." As she concluded Scott let out a sigh. Yes, she was his best friend. He trusted her and Stiles more then anyone else he knew.
"I think I was bit by a wolf." He spoke not making eye contact.
"A wolf?" Emily questioned. "Do you need me to take you to the hospital? You're mom's working there tonight right?" Emily turned her turn signal on ready to take off.
"No, Emily please just take me home. I don't want her freaking out over an animal bite." Emily gave him a questioning look. "Really, I'll be fine." He urged. She nodded her head shutting off the turn signal and took off to Scott's home.
Emily pulled her car into the McCall driveway. She parked her car as they came to a stop.
"Do you need anything?" She asked with almost puppy eyes. Scott took notice knowing she was worried for him.
"I think I'll be okay." He answered opening his door.
"You're still an asshole for almost killing me." Emily told him before she shut the door. He smiled waving goodbye as she pulled out and drove out of sight. Scott entered his house and headed straight to his bedroom on the second floor. He examined the bite in his bathroom mirror. Blood was still dripping down and his hoodie was ruined for good. He pulled the clothing off noting the blood spilling onto his jeans also. He pulled those off next knowing he would need to decompose of any evidence of tonight. Dammit, the blood had already reached his favorite pair of boxers.
The next morning Emily woke up almost excited for the first day of school. After dropping Scott off last night she called Stiles letting him know they were safe. He didn't mention the bite though. She figured Scott would tell Stiles himself since the two carpooled everywhere. After a shower and dressing into her outfit, Emily headed downstairs to grab a oatmeal bar for the road. On top of the marble counter was a slip of paper. The note hadn't been there when she arrived home last night. That only meant her father had come home for a change of clothes and left without saying a word. She didn't want to take time with the paper so she crumbled it up and tossed the object into the trash can. As she was packing her bag ready to leave her home, honking sounded from outside. Emily walked over to the living room window catching sight of Stiles' beat up jeep. He was waving her over smiling. Her heart took a little leap at the smile. She never admitted this to anyone, but she had a huge crush on her best friend since they first met. Emily didn't know what caused her attraction towards the boy. Maybe his laugh, or that smile, even those eyes. She would not act on it though knowing Stiles was insanely in love with Lydia Martin. She grabbed her bag, exited her house, locked the door, and took her spot in the passenger seat.
"Hey Stiles." She greeted hugging her friend.
"Hey Em, thanks for the favor last night." He replied as they pull away from each other.
"No problem, and thanks for sending me to a near death." She joked lightly punching him in the arm.
"It's not my fault you can't drive woman." He joked back starting the vehicle.
"So, what's your plan for Lydia to fall oh so madly in love with you, Mr. Stilinski?" Emily asked checking her reflection in the mirror to focus on something else besides her jealousy.
"Oh, no plan. She'll just see me this year and realize what she's been missing out on." Stiles replied catching Emily in the corner of his eyesight. He found Emily very alluring sometimes and the sparkle in her eyes sometimes eased out everything. But she was his best friend and had other friends who were cool like Jackson and Lydia. Though, he was in love with the most popular girl in the school. Why couldn't he allow himself to crush on his friend?
"Good, it's hard trying to not point out flaws when you tell me to talk about you with Lydia." Emily teased smiling.
"Thanks, really, that means a lot." Emily looked pass the mirror seeing Scott's house coming closer in the distance.
"So since Scott wouldn't say anything, its your turn. Why were the woods a crime scene?" She asked Stiles looking towards him. He looked to her to keeping his face towards the road. He rolled him eyes knowing he couldn't keep a secret.
"I was eavesdropping on my dad. They found a half a body in the woods." Stiles told coming to a stop outside the McCall residence.
"Ew, which half?" Emily asked crawling into the backseat. Stiles couldn't help but look at her butt in his rearview mirror. He gulping down salvia so he could speak.
"I don't know, I was caught before finding the other half." He honked the horn to aware Scott of their presence.
"You think it's still out there?" Emily asked buckling herself in.
"I'm not sure, the police haven't found it yet." Scott entered the vehicle then offering a smile to both Emily and Stiles. Emily retuned it as Stiles began driving the trio to Beacon Hills High School.
"No making out while I wasn't in the car, right?" Scott teased laughing.
"Sorry, I don't have lusty, glamorous, stunning, and radiate strawberry blonde hair." Emily mocked giggling. "That's how you worded it, right douche bag?" Emily nudged Stiles as she leaned forward against his seat. His backseat seat belts had always sucked. He made a face to go with his mimicking laugh causing him to look adorable.
"You even nailed the lovestruck voice." Scott added.
"Haha, yes very funny. Now, can we discuss more important matters?" Stiles suggested eyeing Emily in the rearview mirror.
"Oh, like how perfect you think her ass is?" Scott laughed throwing his head back. Moments like these were ones Emily cherish. She looked between the two boys laughing. Scott was the closest thing she had to a brother and she loved him like one. He was a protector, like her own little guardian. His wavy dark brown hair that was easily mistaken for black stopped slightly above his eyes. His eyes were a dark brown, much like her own. Stiles had shorter light brown hair and dark brown eyes Emily often found herself lost in. These two were her best friends, basically her life. She laughed along with them genuinely happy.
"No, I meant last night. Did you find the body?" Stiles asked. Scott fully explained everything from last night's events. Emily saw Beacon Hills high closing in on them. Hopefully this year would go by smoothly.