7
The police finally arrived after 15 minutes of just sitting there although I don't know why the police were called for a bunch of birds crashing into a school window. I could see animal control. Anyways, some parents arrived including, Allison's dad, to take there shaken up kids' home for the day, but we had to stay for police questioning briefly, no clue why. Apparently Stiles' dad is the police chief and he asked us a few questions, nothing worth repeating. When the police finally let us go we all rushed out to the hall. I stopped at my locker which was right out side of the class room to get my things when a sweaty girl dressed in a black t-shirt and black sweat pants walked in. she looked kind of frightened and has an urgent look on her face. She stops in front of Allison and Lydia who have just finished retrieving there things from there lockers.
"Your Allison right?" she says out of breath.
"Yea… im sorry do I know you?" she says in her always sweet tone. The girl is about to speak again, but her gaze falls behind the girls on my two new friends Ethan and aiden. She firmly grabs both there arms before turning and walking briskly down the hallway in the opposite direction.
"That psycho left a bruise!" Lydia says as I walk up behind them.
"It takes one to know one doesn't it Lydia?" I say with a fakely sweet smile on my face before promptly walking off with a confident strut.
"How were you ever friends with that bitch?" Allison murmurs under her breath. I have nothing against her, but her rude comment might make me reconsider. All I wanted to do was go home and take a 3 hour shower to wash the bird off of me so I let Allison get away with it. For now.
8
I hadn't slept much that night, I was busy mulling over what Stiles had said about the animals acting weird and the "bad things come in threes" thing. A couple of months ago I would have just dismissed this as superstitious babble, but lately superstition doesn't sound as crazy. If the deer, prada, and the birds were the three bad things did that mean that there were more threesomes to come? If so would they be worse then an angry dog and a few animals committing suicide. When the light finally shone threw my drapes as it rose I was relived. My brain hurt from running those thoughts through my head all night. My alarm clock hadn't rung yet. It read 5:36 and was due to go off in about a half hour so I hopped out of bed and headed for the stairs. When I reached the bottom of the stairs my big blood hound Copper, yes named after the dog from the fox and the hound, wasn't in his usual position waiting at the bottom of the stairs. I called him so I could let him out side, no response. Walking around the corner to the living room I was surprised to see that he was not on his cushion either. As I made my way into the kitchen I felt a breeze coming around the corner. The glass door to my back patio had been shattered. Copper was standing in my backyard franticly digging under the fence. I ran out to try and stop him or comfort him or something, but as I approached copper turned towards me, and arched his back in a defensive position baring his teeth with and aggressive growl. Copper has never growled at anything but his own reflection. I stood there in disbelieve as he lunged forward aiming for my leg. I jumped back in heart break. Copper loved even my parents who thought he was a waste of space and smelled like a dirty old shoe and here he was attacking me. He was about to lung again when a deep rumble escaped from my mouth. He instantly backed of and retreated to his dog house. I guess the animals are going completely insane.
9
I made it to third period, econ with Coach Finstone. Coach always seemed a little out of it to me and today he was ranting about the stock market and "risk and reward." When he asks the class what risk and reward is Scott raises his hand.
"Yes McCall, you can go to the bathroom," coach says when he notices him. Apparently last year Scott skipped all the time and got terrible grades.
"No coach I wanted to answer the question." Coach nods his head in response. "When you're dealing with the stock market you have to consider if the risk outweighs the reward. If the possibilities are worth what you might loose." Coach looked as surprised as everyone else.
"Uh good job McCall," he mumbles under his breath. "I need a quarter! Anybody have a quarter?" he continued. Stiles was sitting in front of me. He leans back and sticks his hand in his pocket. When he pulls his hand out a quarter is clutched between his fingers, but that's not all that comes out. A condom labeled XXL falls to the floor followed by a ring of laughter from the other students. Lydia really must be missing out. Stiles covers his face in embarrassment while coach leans down and retrieves it for him. "I uh… think you dropped this." Stiles extends his arm with quarter in hand. "Congratulations" coach says as he takes the quarter and turns to the blackboard. This brings more laughter and an even more embarrassed look to stiles' face. When coach reaches his desk he grabs a mug off of it and sets it on the ground in the front of the class. "Danny! What if I told you that if you get this quarter in that mug you don't have to take the pop quiz tomorrow?" Danny, a great lacrosse player and a close personal friend, looks confused.
"Coach it's not really a pop quiz if you just told us about it." He replies.
With a disappointed look on his face coach straitens his back "I expected more from you Danny. McCall how about you? Is it worth the risk? He says as he turns his attention to Scott and hands him the quarter.
"What's the risk?"
"An essay. If you get this quarter in that mug right now then you don't have to take the quiz, but if not an essay." Scott studies the quarter in an effort to contemplate this and then semi-reluctantly hands back the quarter to coach. "Really? Well does anyone care to take the risk?" he says now addressing everyone he makes his way back to the front of the class. In front of me Stiles raises his hand. "Come on up here Stilinski!" ah so that's what his last name is. Stiles excitedly hops out of his seat, to the front of the class. He grabs his quarter from coach's hand and leans down too concentrate on his shot. As he prepares to take his shot the class room door opens slowly and quietly to revel Stiles' father and two of the other police officers that were here yesterday for the bird incident.
Apparently Stiles doesn't notice his father because when he calls his name stiles says, "I know coach" still in his concentrated stance.
"Stiles" he says slightly louder.
"Yea coach I got it."
"Stiles!" he says, almost a yell. That's when Stiles finally catches on and looks up.
"Dad?" he says confusedly as his father motions for him to join him in the hall way. Naturally I'm suspicious. Stiles talks about weird superstitious stuff and then his dad the sheriff calls him out of class with back up. I tune out whatever coach has started talking about and use my new found abilities to do some more eavesdropping.
"She's missing?" Stiles light, dorky voice says.
"She hasn't been seen since her party last night and some of her friends say you were the last one to see her." His dad's husky voice says.
"We were hanging out alone and I left for a little bit. When I came back she was gone I just figured she met up with some of her other friends." There's a slight quiver to his voice like when someone is trying not to cry. "Dad you gotta find her." What? Are unfortunate coincidences attracted to this kid or something? Or maybe they aren't coincidences, weirder things have happened and I'm one of them.
10
I made it through the last two periods and I only had my free period left till I could go home and try to forget about all of this SiFy bull shit. All of this stuff about psycho animals and missing girls was dogging me all through class and I couldn't focus on anything. I decided that maybe some flirting would get my mind off things. Thankfully Adien was in my free period. The two twins were standing in front of a book shelf in the library whispering to each other. Ethan sat down at a table across from Danny so I saw my opportunity to talk to Adien and I took it. He was lingering near by his brother. I walked up behind him and touched his large shoulder. He turned around with a smile on his face.
"Hey! I missed you guys at Lunch." I said with a sexy pout on my face.
"Oh yea sorry. We met up with some friends and left for lunch, but well be there tomorrow if the offer still stands." He said obviously flirting back.
"Of course," I turned to Ethan. "Danny will be there" I say as I shoot a smile to Danny. His puppy dog face shows that he is hitting it off with him. I hope for Danny's sake that Ethan goes that way. I turn back to Adien with a smirk. "So how do you like Beacon Hills so far?" Adien's attention is elsewhere though. He's glancing across the library at Lydia and Allison looking our way. "Just a piece of friendly advice. I wouldn't bother with her if I were you. She's like literally crazy." I say in a hushed tone. He looks back at me like he wasn't listening to me the whole time.
"Right, thanks. Maybe you can tell me about it at lunch tomorrow." He says trying to recover from that. He can't just flirt with me and then zone off right in the middle of the conversation and expect to continue flirting.
"Yea maybe, hey I have to go I'm supposed to go meet someone so… see you tomorrow." With that I turn and leave with an uninterested smile. Let's see him be staring at Psycho instead of me now. I pause at the doorway long enough to catch the end of Allison and Lydia's conversation.
"… pay attention Lydia." Allison squawks at her. She had been staring at the twins again. "I think I found the symbol, it's to a bank here in Beacon Hills."
"What was she trying to do, give us investment advice?" Lydia bitchs back. What the hell were they talking about? Then my gaze lands on her arm. The bruise that the sweat girl from yesterday had left, it matched the symbol on Allison's screen.
"Not at this bank. It's been closed down for years."
"Are you going to tell Scott?"
"No, I have to have something real, remember?" what were these people into? Mystery bruises, abounded banks, missing girls. Whatever is going on Scott, Stiles, Lydia, and Allison were all involved and I can't think of anything else anymore so why not find out. I'm going to that bank. Tonight.
