Scott was lounging in his office at the pet's clinic, spinning around in his little spinny chair with a childish grin on his face. He loved his black laptop he'd bought with his work money that he used mainly to go on Facebook or Skype and talk to Stiles and Allison, sometimes even offer Jackson help with his new abilities, though the answer was always a furious "No", thought it was supposed to be for checking on what times appointments were and all that
There was a knock on the door and Scott turned around, the grin slightly fading, though it was still there, but it perked back up as Doctor Deaton opened the door. "Scott, I'm going to be leaving now, there's only one more appointment in about twenty minutes, I know the family, not very well, but well enough." He smiled, not the look of concern when he told them about Mountain Ash, for example.
Scott cocked his head to the side lightly, his big brown eyes wide with interest. "Would I know them?" He asked.
Doctor Deaton shrugged, his lips forming a straight horizontal line. "Don't know. The mom's always too busy, her family was getting really broke, she got a job an hour away because she really needed it. The daughter's coming, she's eleven or twelve."
Scott blinked. That sounded kind of like his family. A lot, really. "She doesn't have any older siblings, a dad?" He suggested. It was what, seven at night? He got off at eight, but who sent their eleven year old daughter to the vet's at seven at night?
"Older siblings, she has two. Her dad lives in New York City, and they see him like once every few months." Doctor Deaton's eyes were full of something like understanding, probably because he knows that I've never known someone ever similar to me like that. And now I finally might. Scott's heartbeat was pounding, not exactly freaking out and nervous and scared, but slightly above his usual heartrate. A little excited was all.
Scott nodded and Doctor Deaton shut the door, and Scott heard the soft clicking of Deaton's shoes, the small ring a bell above the door made when someone left or entered, and the obnoxious roar of a car engine as his vet left the building.
Twenty minutes. What was there to do for twenty straight minutes? Ugh. He spun back around in his chair, opened up his laptop, typed in the password, allison, and immediately clicked on Google Chrome to go on Facebook.
Danny was online, but Scott almost never talked to Danny, though the happy guy was a lot more cheerful than who he always hung out with, Jackson. He surfed through his other friends, his cousin, a girl who went to his school but he almost never talked to her and was too awkward to, and ah, Stiles Stilinski. He tapped on Stiles' little private chat name and started to pound on the keys.
Scott: Hi dude, what's up?
Stiles: Nothing much. You still at work?
Scott: Yep. One more appointment. A little girl.
Stiles: Why a little girl? I mean, it's gonna be about eight and then there's going to be getting home and all that, I always hate being out past like, seven thirty.
Scott: I'm used to it, but still. Why the hell would you send an 11-12 year old girl out that late?
Stiles: That's the point I'm trying to get across, dude.
Scott: Okay then. Wanna hang out tomorrow? You can spend the night if you want?
Stiles: Yeah sure okay. I still want to try to get Danny to practice with me, cause with your freakish wolf powers it's impossible to get a goal in or anything.
Scott: He's online.
Stiles: I know! Like, right before you came on I was begging him to practice with me, but I guess Jackson isn't telling him any werewolf related things because he just doesn't understand why I can't practice with you.
Scott: Poor you.
Stiles: Oh please. I'm not the one who just broke up with your hot girlfriend who could kick your ass but decided to kill her grandfather instead. She was a keeper, Scott.
Scott hesitated. Stiles was just joking, but seriously, he had no clue how to respond to that. How should he? "Oh, shut up, because i could rip your throat out if I wanted to?" Stiles wouldn't really care about that.
Scott: At least everyday in this crazy violent world I know I won't die a virgin.
Stiles: Shuttup.
Scott: Whatever. My customer's coming in like five minutes so I gotta go. Bye.
Stiles: Seeya.
Scott logged out and shut his laptop. Who knew sitting in a comfy chair for like a half hour could be so tiring? Okay, the appointment was at seven thirty for like thirty minutes. The brunet looked at the watch on his left arm. 7:26. Okay. He still had time and crap. They'd probably come a little late anyways.
He combed his hair with his fingers, as it had gotten ruffled from his head rubbing against a chair for so long. He walked into the room where most of the appointment's were, turned on a small sink in the corner, filled his hands with water, and splashed it all over his face, like they did in commercials. It got all over the sink and in his hair. Grumbling about how misleading TV was, he grabbed a paper towel and mopped it up. At least he was more awake now.
Not wanting to waste the paper towels, he rubbed his hands over his face repeatedly and eventually most of it went away.
Suddenly, he inhaled the air around him and froze. A werewolf was coming.