Get Out Of Here

I really don't have time for all of this! Charlotte thought as she trudged to the guidance counselor's office.

With Boyd, Erica, and Isaac on the run, people thought it would be best if the sister of one of the runaways would get some free counseling. Being normal wasn't really an idea of hers. People thought it was weird how she acted as if Boyd had never left home when his picture was on every corner of the school and everywhere else in Beacon Hills.

"So, how is everything, Charlotte?" The counselor asked with a very blank expression on her porcelain face, her eyes burrowing deep into the teenager's.

"My answer will be the same as last week. Nothing has changed! I eat my fast food, do my homework, and stay out of everyone's way. I really do not have time enough to do anything else."

Char was getting tired of the same routine, especially when the person she was talking to had no expression. Although she was in the room, everything ended up being about 'how are you dealing with Boyd being gone?' She was getting sick of it. The lady across from her just sat there with no emotion with her arms folded on her desk. The teen returned the cold glare as she sat in the padded chair.

"Any other questions you want to ask me counselor?"

"No, I'm just trying to figure you out. You have no emotion - no anger, no sadness, no rage - built up inside. You seem completely blank. I can see the jealousy, but other than that, I see nothing. You're something tough."

"I have single-handedly baffled the psychological world by being as blank as a sheet of paper." The brown eyed teen said grabbing her backpack.

"Look, whenev-"

"Spare me of the whole girl talk bonding thing lady. I am hungry and it's my lunch period. Sorry, but I have to go." Charlotte said before marching briskly out of the office.

After making it to the cafeteria, she hopped in line to grab her tray. There weren't a lot of good things to eat in this cafeteria, so she picked up what she thought to be vegetable soup and an orange. She began walking in long strides to her designated table in the corner by the vending machines. She enjoyed being alone. Here, she could just be herself in her own little world with her paper, pen, and iPod. One of her favorite songs began to play through her headphones as she began scribbling in her note book. The song blared so loud that she thought everyone in the cafeteria could hear it.

Good, she thought. Hopefully they could see that I don't want to be bothered with their stupidity.

She scribbled ferociously as she began eating slices of her orange.

I'll stop the whole world.

I'll stop the whole world from turning into a monster

Eating us alive

Don't you ever wonder how we survive?

But now that you're gone

The world is ours!

These lyrics were like the words that she had written down in her diary had finally been said for the world to hear.

She looked down in her journal looking at the swirls and hearts and blooming flowers she had drawn with her pink gel pen. Isaac & Charlotte, Charlotte & Isaac, written repeatedly in her notebook made it seem more evident in her heart and mind. She looked at her watch and it was 1:18 P.M. She sighed at how long she was going to have to wait for the night to fall, at how long she would have to wait to see Isaac in the moonlight. She wanted to see him marveling at her just as Romeo did with Juliet.

Smiling, at the thought, she picked up her spoon and began slurping the vegetable soup. She looked up to see Stiles Stilinski running towards her table with his backpack in front of him. He'd almost crashed completely into the chair in front of her.

"Hey, Charlotte, how are you today?" He asked.

"What do you want, Stiles?"

"I, uh, wanted to ask you if Boyd said anything about the Kanima."

Her eyes searched his face for an explanation for the sudden outburst. She had seen Stiles talking to Boyd the day he decided to "run away." She was also the one to find out about Boyd becoming a werewolf.

She was at the rink that night when Derek bit him. He had told her to hide in the supply closet before Derek walked in. He didn't want her to see. But just like every other younger sibling, she'd crack the door and watched everything that happened. She helped Scott when he thought he was alone in the rink.

"It's okay," she remembered hearing Scott say. "I'm a fast healer."

"That doesn't look like healing. You have to get that stitched up. I'll drive you to the hospital."

"No, take me to the animal clinic." He said with a faint hint of pain in his voice.

"The animal clinic? Why there?" Charlotte was confused.

At the clinic that is where she learned almost everything about the wolves. The rest she had learned from observing her brother when he made his late night visits.

She snapped back to Stiles almost instantly after remembering her brother saying something about that weird creature thing.

"Is that what that giant lizard thing is called?"

"Yes, has he said anything to you about it?" Stiles asked with shifty eyes.

"He hasn't really said much. But I can ask him about it tonight." Charlotte assured him.

"Thanks. So, back to my first question, how are you?"

"What's it to you?" She was really getting tired of people asking her that.

"I didn't mean to upset you. I don't understand how someone caring about you upsets you." He was a little scared and hurt with her response.

"You don't have to act concerned, Stiles. No matter what you say, I know all of this sympathy shit is just a mask that people wear in my presence just so I could think they're a good person and they care. But I know that they could really give two fucks less about how I am. I know what people really think about me and they could suck a large one."

Stiles looked a little confused with her response. He knew what it was like to have someone he cared about turned into a mythical creature of the night but this was a new reaction to the outcome.

"Well, you're right. Fuck all the other insecure douchebags. I am here asking you how you are with no relation to anything with Boyd, besides the previous conversation." He assured her.

"Everyone needs at least one friend in life. I'm that one friend you have." Stiles said placing a hand on hers.

"To make it official, you are going out to a movie with me tonight. I think we could both use a break from the Beacon Hills Never Ending Halloween Fest."

Charlotte was not a fan of people. But she thought, if life would better if she that one friend in life. She sighed and Stiles took that as a sigh of surrender.

"Great, I'll pick you up at 8." And with that, he sped off.

"That kid has got the metabolism of Speedy Gonzalez." She said out loud to herself right before the bell rang.

She gathered her stuff and threw away her stuff before heading to class.