A/N: This is my first FanFic. I'm planning on writing new chapters every few days. Constructive criticism is welcome.
Never Again
"Come on Cece." My best friend Stiles put his hand on my shoulder. I was unresponsive, just like I had been for the past two weeks. I usually am pretty quiet, but this was off the charts silence. Usually, I'd talk to Stiles about anything that's on my mind. Not now though. My usually straight black hair was now a mess of curls, my green eyes had dark shadows under them from sleep deprivation, and my normally olive skin had become pale. The only time anyone would be able to hear me speak, well it's more like screaming mixed with sobbing, was when I slept or when my older brother hugged me. That was the only time that my mask of silence was broken. In all of my classes where I sat next to my boyfriend, I had requested to switch seats with someone else, anyone.
"Cece." My brother Derek says and takes Stiles spot, wrapping his arms around me and the waterfall came rushing down from my eyes.
"Was I not good enough?" I sobbed. I had just found out that my boyfriend Scott had cheated on me more than 20 times with his ex-girlfriend, claiming he was at a study session with Stiles.
"You were great to him Cece. Shh. I'm here." He says and rubbed my back soothingly. If I knew my brother, and I think I know him pretty damn well, he was debating whether to kill Scot or not. My voice was quiet enough that only Derek heard me.
"Don't kill him. He's not worth it."
"Yes he is worth it. He hurt my little sister." Derek growls. With that, my eyelids started to droop. With Derek rubbing my back like mom and dad used to do and the sound of his heartbeat, I couldn't help but fall asleep.
When I woke up, I was in my bedroom and once my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I saw Stiles was sitting in my computer chair. I hurled something on the floor at him. I think it was my copy of The Merchant of Venice, but all I know is that it hit him in the head and he woke up and looked right at me.
"Hey Cece, you're up." He said with a smile and walked over to sit next to me.
"Are you okay?" He asks and tilted his head to the side a little.
"I guess. That piece of shit isn't worth anymore tears." I growled and flipped on my light. A little light flipped on over my head. I'd fight fire with fire. Tomorrow was going to be interesting.
"Stiles, you should get back before your dad gets worried. I'm fine." I gave him a reassuring smile when he started to protest.
"Call me if you need anything." He says and grabs his backpack.
"I will. I'll see you at school." I said and walked him out to his Jeep. A devious smile came over my face and I searched through my cell phone and debated who would and could help me out. It came down to two guys and it was a pain in the ass to decide who. Finally, I dialed Isaac's number. When he picked up the phone, I could practically hear the smile.
"Selena, Are you alright?"
"Yeah I'm fine. But I wanted to tell you that if something seems weird tomorrow, not to worry because it's just an act."
"You're going to make him jealous?" He chuckled.
"Yep." I smile and he laughed over the other end.
"Can't I be a part of it?" He asked with a mock hurt tone.
"No, it won't be as effective." I smile and hang up and went to my computer, and going right to Facebook. He was online. This was going to be a blast. I sent a message to the one person Scott hated the most on this planet, Jackson Whittemore.