In my story, Boyd, Erica, Isaac and Matt all are seniors to match with my OC! I thought that their position would be better that way, and easier for these four to be more "mature" for Derek's pack.
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"Mika?" Isaac asked.
"Hi, Isaac." I replied meekly.
"Are you okay? Do you need me to come pick you up?"
I laughed softly, "no you idiot, you don't even have a car."
"I'd find a way, Meek. You're my best friend."
"I-I broke up with him, Isaac." A relieved sigh came from the other end and I continued. "H-He tried to–"
"Stop," Isaac began. "Don't tell me," he pleaded.
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"You can't break up with me!" Matt yelled in anger. I flinched as his fist hit the wall beside my head, I waited for another hit to the face but none came.
"Yes I can," I told him fiercely. "I have pictures of the bruises you've left and those threatening messages and pictures you sent me. Don't forget Matt. You're 18, you can be tried as an adult. My birthday isn't for two weeks. You'd be sent to jail."
Matt looked at me furiously, "get out."
"Gladly."
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"I'll see you later," I told him, softly. He knew he would see me later. Ever since we were younger, we had been neighbors and we had become friends on the playground in elementary school. We only had each other, no one else had bothered with friending us and we were okay with that. We both had secrets that we didn't want others to know.
"Later, Meeks." I hung up with a small smile on my face. I had already begun to feel free.
I looked up from my seat after putting my phone down to see Stiles Stilinski walk past and to the vending machine beside me.I looked him up and down, assessing him, I hadn't thought about him in awhile.
"Seriously? C-" Stiles began to bang on the door
I giggled, "I don't think that's going to help anything." I smiled at the boy, and his jaw dropped.
"Mika?" Stiles asked in disbelief. "What are you doing here?" His eyes fell onto my cheek where the bruise that was forming and my split lip.
"Just waiting to get checked out," I told him vaguely.
"Mika!" I turned to see my brother, glaring at Stiles.
I hopped out of my seat and turned to Stiles. "Good luck with the machine," with a small giggle I turned away from Stiles and followed my brother out of the hospital.
I pushed him harshly when we exited the hospital. "God, stop being such a jackass to him okay, Jackson?"