I felt overwhelmed, I had come into a new town as an average teenager and within 24 hours I had ditched school, blacked out and set someone on fire. If I was going to go to jail or the loony bin or wherever I was at least going to try and make some things right. I felt around Derek's jacket for his phone, trying not to focus on his incredibly sculpted abdomen as I tried to ascertain where exactly the ringing was coming from. Focus Mae. I took a deep breath and pushed my hand into his pocket just as the phone stopped ringing. My hands shaking, I opened the dial screen just as someone was calling back, somehow answering the call unintentionally. The phone read: SCOTT MCCALL
"Shit." I said pressing end five times over. Tears were rolling down my cheek's and my hands were shaking incredibly, I tried my hardest not to focus on Derek's shallow breathing and painful moans, he sounded like an injured puppy (thinking this made me cry more) I slowly manage to dial 911 and almost pressed call when his phone buzzed in my hand again. SCOTT MCCALL. I decided to answer because if I didn't he would probably call until the phone died and I needed all the charge I could have if I was going to get Derek the help he needed.
"Derek! Hello? Did you find her? Where are you?!" his voice sounded frantic and worried.
"STOP CALLING. Derek is hurt. Im trying to call 911." I yelled into the receiver.
"WAIT. STOP. DON'T CALL 911. PLEASE, WHERE ARE YOU?" the voice replied
"What do you mean don't call 911 are you crazy? He's probably gunna die," the last words came out in a frantic sob, I took another deep breath, "I need to get off the-"
He cut me off, "He wont die. Where are you?"
"I don't know, in the woods, by a tree a big dead stump thing…"
Silence.
I looked down at the phone, it was dead. As if this could get any worse. I bent down and checked his heart, it was beating. I didn't know what to do. This was the worst situation I have ever been in. I couldn't drag him, I could barely walk anywhere myself, I was tired and cold and couldn't stop crying.
"Derek, Im sorry, I didn't mean to. Im so sorry." I thought about his family, he looked to be in his early to mid 20's. He could have children at home. He obviously had friends who cared about him. But why had they said not to call 911? This was all too much, I started to feel light headed again.
Then, there was a rustle in the bushes behind me, I turned around and saw a boy with brown hair and pale skin. He was scrawny, not like the two guys Ive encountered in this town so far, but cute nonetheless.
"Maeby Lash?" he said looking from me to Derek to the huge stump behind us.
I nodded slowly and wiped my face again. "I FOUND HER, THEY'RE OVER HERE!" he called out behind him and walked towards me, "calm down, hes gunna be alright, are you hurt?" I shook my head, "my name is Stiles, what happened?"
I opened my mouth to speak but stopped when I saw a figure behind him.
"Stiles is she-" it was the voice from the phone, he came into view and I recognized him as the boy from school.
"You!" I said before he could finish, "Don't come any closer!" I pointed at him accusingly, my breathing getting quicker as he stepped towards me. His eyes flashed from brown to red once more, glowing in the darkness. His teeth seemed to get sharper as I looked, then go back to normal again. I felt fear take hold of me for the third time today. This time though I wouldn't let my self explode or run or black out or whatever the hell has been happening to me "I-I don't know what any of you, people or THINGS are but just leave me alone. I – you…" I was weak and my balance and eyesight was shaking, "…please… just…get away…" and I blacked out.