Chapter Seven:

Diana's POV

"This food is disgusting!" Sami comments, gaining some glares from the lunch ladies.

"Sami, shut up." I whisper to her. She sticks her tongue out at me like a child. "Fine, then. Ignore my favorable advice."

I cross my arms over my chest and tip my head up in mock pride. Sami rolls her eyes, smiling.

"So, I heard that Isaac is a wanted criminal now." Sami says, slurping some of her pasta noodles.

"Well, yeah." I say, twirling the fork around In my lunch. "he busted out or something after I left."

"Cheryl kick you out?" Sami asks me. She hasn't too many fond memories of Cheryl either.

"Yeah." I sigh and sprinkle parmesan on my pasta and pipe up, "What if she doesn't like me? I mean, it's impossible not to like me!"

Sami snorts and rolls her eyes. "Yeah, cause you're so loveable."

"I am!" I protest.

"Stop arguing with me." Sami says, pretending to be a parent.

"I'm not arguing," I tell her. "I'm just explaining why I'm right."

Sami laughs at me and then looks over my shoulder, her eyes wide and her brows shot to the sky.

"What?" I ask her, turning around.

Erica Reyes walks into the cafeteria and it seems to be in slow motion.

She's wearing cheetah print high heels, a strip of black leather around her upper legs; passing for a skirt, a white tank top; which I can see her bra through and a black leather jacket to match.

Her skin is perfect and her hair is curled and smooth. She's donned in make-up and all eyes are on her.

"Someone got a major make-over." Sami whispers to me, still staring like the rest of the students.

Erica smirks, clearly loving the positive reaction from the male population of the school and the jealousy of the other girls.

She leans down at one table and takes a boy's apple, biting on it seductively.

If I tried that, I would look like a starving ape.

The newborn model walks from the room and I see Scott and the sheriff's son jump up and follow her. I roll my eyes.

"Whoa!" Sami says, looking down at her legs. "Why can't my legs look like that?"

I chuckle at Sami and then we dump our trays.

Sami goes on about random topics and rumors she heard at school about Erica's transformation.

We stop in front of the school just in time to see a black Camaro drive away with Scott and his friend staring after it.

Sami speaks up first, "Jealous boys?"

They look at her and shake their heads in unison.

"Nah, you know. Just uh…curious." Scott's friend says. I try to remember his name, but fail.

Sami gives a light laugh. "Okay."

"Any of you know how that happened?" I ask the boys.

"No, not-not really." Says Scott's friend.

"Stiles." Scott nudges his friend. They obviously know something but Sami doesn't press on and grabs my wrist.

That's his name! Stiles. Woo, almost forgot it.

"Well, we gotta run." Sami says, dragging me away.

"Bye, Scott." I say, waving to him. He waves back, smiling at me and Stiles elbows him in the ribs.

I roll my eyes as Sami laughs.

"Wow, Diana." She says to me simply.

I roll my eyes at her and follow to her car, which she gave me ride in this morning.

"So.. Are you doing anything tonight?" Sami asks me.

"No, I'm so tired today." I tell her. "I'm just going to go take a nap."

Sami scoffs at me. "Lazy, lazy."

"I'm not lazy!" I tell her as she turns on the radio. "I'm on energy saving mode."

Sami laughs at my horrible joke and I look out the window and see Jackson, who gives a faint, fake smile to me. I smile back in response and he turns away, walking in the other direction.

Sami turns up the radio.

"I've got a plan in the palm of my hand,

To get me golden."

After school, I collapse on my bed beside Baby. She mews at me in annoyance.

"Oh, shut up." I mumble to her. I pull my hair out of the braid. I lay my head on the micro fiber comforter and close my eyes.

I drift off and wake up in the middle of the woods, leaves tangled in my hair.

I sit up and rub my arms, seeing it's dark and cold out. My bare feet are covered in dirt and I run my fingers through my hair.

I look down at my black maxi dress and straighten out the skirt, hugging myself.

My nails are painted a maroon color and I feel a hair band on my head. I take it out and find a velvety dark red rose. I rub the silky petals through my fingers and stain them with the red color.

A hand touches my back and I hear a man's voice whisper my name into my ear.

He kisses my neck and I gasp mutely as his arm tangles around my waist. I wrap my fingers in his and he clenches them together with his own.

He twists my head to the side, tangling his fingers in my hair. His delicate kisses move up my jaw line and towards my mouth.

Just as I face him, the man disappears and I bolt up in my bed, still dressed in my school clothes. I look down and see my feet are clean.

I sigh and stand up, nearly stepping on Baby's little tail. She whines at me and I whine back playfully almost tripping over my new candle lying on the floor.

I stand in front of the mirror. My hair is wavy from the braid and my clothes are clean, not covered in soot and definitely not black.

I sigh as I feel a headache coming on and rub my temples.

I begin to forget about the dream, blanking on certain details.

Sleep fades away from me as I stay up all night, trying to remember what it was I had dreamt about the night before.

My mother wakes me up the next morning and I groan, having a searing pain in my head.

"I'm sick." I mumble to her. She shakes her head at me.

"You're not that sick." She tells me, pulling blanket off. I pull them back on and she moves to more extreme motives.

She pulls my ankles until I fall on the floor.

"Mom." I whine, climbing back on the bed. My mother laughs lightly.

"You really are sick, aren't you?" She asks, putting her hands on her hips.

I nod, pulling the blankets over my head.

She walks over and holds the candle between her fingers.

"You know, this candle doesn't smell very good." She mutters to herself, looking over the ingredients to the candle she'd bought me the night before. She blows it out and then sets it back down.

Instantly I begin to feel better. I sit up and look at her. She smiles at me, her brown eyes sparking with morning attitude. My headache recedes rapidly and I stand up.

"Are you feeling better already?" She asks, shaking her dirty blonde head of hair.

"What's in that candle?" I ask her, untangling my hair from its morning rat's nest. "I think it was giving me a headache."

"Oh, it's a candle Mrs. Argent gave to me. You know, Allison Argent's mother? You two are in the same grade." She says.

I nod and reach for the candle, she hands it to me and leaves saying, "Get dressed, you'll be late!"

"Got it!" I say to her, looking through the candle. It's an herbal candle, made up of natural spices and plants.

The ingredients are simple:

Rose,

Mountain Ash ,

Wolfs bane.

Nothing incredibly strange.

Scott's POV

I lay on the ice, trying to get the gigantic scratches on my chest from Derek to heal.

I suck in a sharp breath as Boyd's words echo through my mind.

I want to be like you.

How would that turn out? Would he be part of Derek's pack or an omega, like I was at the moment.

After I gain back the strength to stand up and walk out of the ice rink, I run into Diana on the way to my car parked a block down.

"Diana, hey!" I ask, trying not to flinch. She smiles at me and looks at my chest.

"Are you okay, Scott?" She asks me, her beautiful green eyes staring at me in worry.

No, Scott, I tell myself, No dirty thoughts.

"I'm fine." I tell her. She smiles again, but its uncertain.

"Are you sure?" She asks me again.

"Yeah, Diana. I'm alright. Just got a little scratch." I say, zipping up my jacket to cover my shredded shirt.

Diana nods and I stare at her neck. It's a pretty ivory and slender and pleasant.

Very kissable.

I scold myself for letting my wolf thoughts through.

It's silent for a long moment before she takes out a candle and I start to feel a prickly sensation crawl up my spine at the scent.

Wolf's bane.

Mountain Ash.

"Uh…Diana? Where did you get that?" I ask, stepping away from the candle. The smell makes my nose wrinkle in disgust. I can tell she doesn't like the scent either.

"Mrs. Argent gave it to my mom and she put it in my room. It's been giving me a headache all day." She says. I snap my head up to look at her.

How did wolfs bane affect her? She was human.

"Could you maybe take it back, you know. So it doesn't go to waste." She asks me. "I know you and Allison used to date."

"Yeah…used to." I repeat under my breath.

She smiles and hands me the candle. I take it gingerly between two fingers. It's small enough I won't drop it.

Diana laughs at my face as I look at the candle in disgust.

Why would Mrs. Argent want the Arvin's to have a candle like this?

"Guess you don't like the smell either." she says. I nod.

"It's disgusting." I mumble.

"I know." She mutters in response, shoving her hands into her red coat. Rain starts to sprinkle down on us and she pulls up her hood.

Little Red Riding Hood comes to mind.

Dirty Little Red-

I need to stop thinking about that.

"Thanks, Scott." She says, waving and running to her car.

I stare until she drives away.

Then I throw the stupid candle into a wall, making it crumble and glass shatter.


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