Back in the dorm room the boys and I made an unexpected discovery. Apparently, due to Mr fantastic slept-in-lost-and-found, *cough cough*, the one and only Scott McCall, we've gained a new addition to our epic dorm room.
"Come on, just tell us what it is," Matt whines, obviously bored of the whole ordeal, I completely agree with him. Scott had dragged us all back to our room after our Saturday morning breakfast with the biggest shit eating grin I'd ever seen dawn someones face. He'd sandwiched all four of us up into a line in front of his desk which he'd pulled into the middle of the living space. On top of Scott's desk sat a strangely shaped, slightly rectangular object covered in an old pillowcase. Quite inventive, if I must say so myself. Scott stood behind his desk, facing us.
"Oh shush yourself, princess, you're going to love me for this," Scott sasses, hand-on-hip, making me bark out a laugh. I covered it quickly with the back of my hand by coughing, as Matt shoots me his dead-eye glare, Scott gives me an amused grin.
"Someone already does," Stefan dead-pans in a whisper they yelps as my elbow connects with his rib.
"What's that?" Scott questions, irritated at being interrupted yet again.
"Nothing!" Stefan and chimes in his most innocent little cherub voices, mine is slightly rougher as I stare at Stefan warning him to shut it. Scott shrugs his shoulders and positions himself behind the strange object hand on top of the cotton pillowcase ready to pull it off.
"Gentlemen and no ladies," Scott announces dramatically, everyone lets out a sigh. "Drum roll please..." Scotts the only one to start slapping the desktop. 'Poor thing,' I start drumming my hands against my stomach. "We have a coffee machine," Scott reveals an old battered scratched coffee machine. I'm truly impressed.
"How the hell did you get that?" Matt yelps, ungracefully throwing himself onto the floor reaching to inspect the coffee machine, "You dark-haired God among men, you-you genius, you-you,"
"Okay, okay don't boost the man's ego anymore, his head won't fit through the door when you're done with him," Stefan and I chuckle at Matts antics, while Scott stands a little straighter as if to prove our point. Matt doesn't seem to listen as he half tackles Scott into a bear like hug dramatically fake smooching him in the lips.
Scott swoons reciprocating the fake kiss, while Stefan turns to me placing his finger in his mouth blanching. I just look on in envy.
Once finished with their little performance, Scott turns to us, "now all we need is some coffee grounds from the cafe, then we'll be able to refuel whenever we want."
"I'll go!" Both Matt and Stefan echo in unison. Scott pauses for a second, almost in disbelief.
"Ummm, sure. You can both go if your so desperate." The two boys scamper through the door almost knocking each other out in their need to acquire coffee. Scott turns to me dangling a large chocolate bar in front of my face "I thought I was going to need some kind of reward in order to get someone to nick some coffee."
An hour later and there's still no sign of Stefan or Matt and you could tell their sensible(ish) influence had been much missed. Mistakes had been made. Scott and I had long before munch our way through the family sized chocolate bar, toilet paper now decorated the room, cushions were flung everywhere, beds had been bounced on and at one point I had found myself sprawled over Scott on the sofa as we slowly made our way down from our sugar-induced high. Now, however, I was pacing on the spot slightly worried.
"Calm down sour-face," Scott chastises me, "come on sit down, they'll be back soon, in fact, any second... Now!"
I look at the door expectantly, but no one comes through it, I wasn't expecting them too, I would have heard them coming. "This is shit!" I growl in frustration.
"Hey, I know it is, but we just have to wait." Scott replies, 'Oh Scott, always the voice of reason' I let my gaze linger on his rumpled clothes, but snap my head back up when I realise my friends are still missing, call me dramatic but something must be wrong.
Then I hear it, the unmistakable sound of feet scurrying along, and the voices of...
"Matt and Stefan where the hell have you been?" They share a nervous glance with each other, almost holding there own private silent conversation.
"Almost got caught," Matt huffs trying to catch his breath still, "Tanner chased us, we had to lose him, then took a long way back to make sure he wasn't following us and give him the impression we were housed in another part of the college."
Stefan nods along, "yeah, I take everything bad back that I ever said about the man, he's fit enough to be a coach, and he's damn well persistent and determined enough to give us a run for our money, literally."
Their lying. Oh. My. God, their lying. I can smell it on them, they reek of deception and worry about being caught out. I can almost smell a hint of sorriness on them as well, like they regret having to lie.
"Don't worry about it, let's have us some coffee!" Scott almost fist bumps the air he's so happy.
"Sounds like someone doesn't need it," Stefan teases, as he figures out the machine, grabbing a hand full of coffee grounds and adding them to the machine slowly. The coffee looks almost bitty with dashes of something purple laced in with it. I shake my head, 'trust Matt and Stefan to pick a special blend, no wonder Tanner chased them for it.'
"Oh lay off it Salvatore and pour us a cup would ya?" I push my mug towards him, he happily obliges filling it up to the top while Matt adds a dash of milk. Scott and I take a sip at the same time, sighing.
"Umm, guys, I think the milk's off?" Scott grimaces, swallowing his mouth full.
Forget the milk there's something very wrong with my coffee, it's burning my mouth. I can feel it, like fire burning my insides, blistering the sensitive skin, it's like my hand all over again, but much, much worse. I think my mouths melting, I can't swallow it. I rush to the sink and spit it out, puking. The sinks a bloodbath. I daren't look up. The metallic sink gleams and in the reflection of my blood, a yellow light? My eyes! I can't let them see, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.
(Stefan POV)
"Now, all we need is some coffee grounds from the cafe, then we'll be able to refuel whenever we want." Scott grins turning towards us.
"I'll go!" Both Matt and I echo in unison. Scott pauses for a second, almost in disbelief.
"Umm, sure. You can both go if your so desperate." We scamper through the door almost knocking each other out, without giving Scott of Aidan another look. 'This is it, this is our chance to prove Aidan is one of us.'
Matt and I don't need to speak, we both know where we're heading. A quick stop at the kitchen and a little sweet talk with Lola, one of the dinner ladies and we've scored ourselves some coffee. Win. 'Now for the hard part.' Matt an I walk side by side towards a hopefully empty room. I knock, but there's no answer, good. I nod at Matt whose already on his knees picking the lock, just seconds later the door swings open. Aidan was right, Mr Saltzman loved to travel, I place a thick rubber glove onto my hand that I snatched from the kitchen and swiftly pluck a few dark flowers, Wolfsbane. No hassle so far.
The light flicks on, "Hello boys." Saltzman's sat in his armchair, frowning at us, arms crossed. "Now, what do you two need wolfsbane for hmmm?"
'Way to go, Stefan, you idiot, you jinxed it.' "Aconite, Sir, wolfsbane's," I pause to allow my statement not be misheard, "such a derogative name for it now isn't it?" Saltzman's eyes widen a smidge, not enough for the untrained eyes to see but well, my eyes aren't untrained, for lack of a better word. "Nice to know I'm not completely alone here." He quirks half smiling at us, but his head falls into his hands as he groans. "White, he doesn't know does he?" We shake our heads, Saltzman sighs. "Shit," he mumbles under his breath, "I knew there was something more to that kid."
"Wait, we're not even sure he is," Matt pauses, "you know, of the furry nature." I shove Matts' shoulder. 'Furry nature!'
"Oh please, you've not seen the kid having a panic attack, or touching wolfsba... sorry, aconite." Saltzman stutters, Stefan nods appreciatively.
"It's just, your aconites awfully close to your vervain, Sir, and well, White's not terribly sure which one he touched."
"Vampires," Saltzman snarls. Matt and I nod in agreement. "Go, but no more sneaking about, you and your 'friends' are always welcome here, and if all goes well," Saltzman's lowers his voice sincere, "tell White to stop by, any questions, big or small, just tell him I'm here if he needs me."
We nod then rush from the room as Saltzman shuts the door behind us, if only we'd checked first.
"Hay! You!" It's Tanner yelling for us to stop, as if, our hoods are pulled up and we're off like lightning. That prick doesn't stand a chance.
I feel a hand squeeze my shoulder, and a pair of brilliant blue eyes join my yellow ones. Matt? "It's going to be ok White, your one of us, you're a wolf."
A:N I just want to say I'm not happy with this chapter. I don't know why but I don't like it, that's why it's taken so long to be published/uploaded. I'm sorry this took so long, but tell me what you think and give me a comment ;p, is it as shit as I think? Next chapter holds a long conversation quite similar to 'the talk' but more werewolfy in context :) such fun, hopefully, it'll be out in the next week, but college is really holding me back from writing, which is a real shame.
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