I settle into bed a little earlier than usual. The first day of school is tomorrow and my dad wants me to be well rested. But, it's hard for me to get to sleep early. Even f I'm in bed around nine, I always end up falling asleep around midnight. Dad always calls me a night owl. As I pull the covers closer and close my eyes I hear a car engine get closer and stop. The sound of people trying to whisper outside gets closer to my window.
"Is she even awake this late?" One of them asks.
"Of course she is." The second one answers. I know both of these people. I grew up with them, Scott and Stiles. A smile makes its way on my face as I stare at the ceiling shaking my head in amusement. "Sometimes we text each other until we fall asleep."
"Do you know how cheesey that sounds?" I snicker at Scott's words and bring my hand up to my mouth.
"Shut up." Stiles says. There is a slight pause before I hear something small hit my window. Talk about cheesey. I slowly sit up in bed, and something else hits my window. "Ty!" I hear him whisper yell. I walk to the window and open it.
"Like Scott said, this is super cheesey." I whisper to them. Now Scott's trying to cover up his snicker.
"Well, you weren't answering your phone." He whispers back.
"You know my dad always confiscates it on the night before the first day of school. Not that it really helps me sleep." I say the last part to myself. "So, what's up?"
"My dad got called in. Some joggers found half a dead body in the woods." My jaw went slack before pulling up in a smile.
"I'll be down in a sec." I say before shutting the window. I put my light brown, hip-length hair up in a ponytail. I grab my yellow and grey Hufflepuff house jacket from my bedpost and quietly leave my room. After shutting my bedroom door as quietly as possible I turn to walk down the hallway only to be met with a figure standing in said hallway. "Dad!" I say as I try to catch my breath and calm my heart with a hand to my chest. "What are you doing up?"
"I could be asking you the same question, Tylluan. (Pronounced Tuh-hlee-an. It's Welsh.)" He says with his arms crossed.
"Come on, this is the last night before school starts. This is the last night I won't have homework to do. Please, please, please, let me spend my last night of freedom with my friends." I say to him as I pull out the puppy dog eyes with a pouting lip. He heaves a huge sigh before uncrossing his arms and holding something out to me. I come closer and see that he's holding my cellphone out to me. I look into his eyes and he smiles.
"Go." He tells me.
"What?"
"Go." He repeats. "Try not to be out too late. You do have school tomorrow." I smile and throw my arms around his neck.
"Thank you." I say. As I let go I quickly kiss his cheek. "If I get in trouble I'll give you a call."
"I hope I don't hear from you, then." He jokes. I laugh and leave my house. The two boys are in Stiles' Jeep waiting for me. I jump into the back seat and we're on our way to the woods.