Honestly the timeline is probably completely fucked up in this chapter because I wrote this at 3AM but who even takes canon into account anyway? Psssshhhh. Anyways, enjoy! Review!
Penelope hated arriving to class late, everyone always bore holes into when you walked in; were they not taught that staring was rude? She went to her teacher and explained to her that Coach Finstock had stopped her to talk, it wasn't a lie but it wasn't the entire truth either. He let it slide, warning her that if she were late again he would count her as tardy. She slid into her seat next to Issac, who gave her a questioning look when she sat down. She waved him off, signaling to him that he would tell her later, but right then they needed to copy notes.
"So, what did Coach need you for?" Issac was happy to finally be able to question her, since for most of the period they had to be silent because their teacher thought it was a good day to take notes the entire period. "Oh nothing really, he wanted me to join the cross country team." she replied as she gathered her stuff. They walked out into the hall, heading towards her locker. "Really? Why? No offense." he put his hands up in defense seeing the look that she gave him. "How is that not offensive? Well, anyways, I was running to class because I was oh so late, and he forced me to join under the threat of a write up." Issac chuckled, he would do something like that. "Well, actually, that's great, because he's forcing the lacrosse team to do cross country, doesn't want us to become lazy fatasses or something like that." Penelope snorted at him. "Seriously? Fatasses? Lacrosse? I didn't know people even played the sport, I thought it was only in the movies." It was his turn to snort at her. "Well, you'll come to see that lacrosse is a pretty big thing here at Beacon Hills High." They arrived at her locker, which she opened and closed, retrieving her things. He walked her to her next class before saying goodbye, and turning to head in the direction of his own. He looked up, and immediately a growl rose to his throat. The twins were there, looking into Penelope's classroom. They both turned to him, hearing his growl. They smirked, before turning away, throwing glances over their shoulders occasionally as they made their way down the hall. Issac turned and stomped up the hall to his class; he swore he was going to tear one of their throats out.
Penelope was so glad when lunch swung around. Her classes had been dragging and she just really wanted to see her new friends. She threw her bag into her locker, making sure she grabbed her wallet, and sashayed down the hall to the lunch room. When she entered, she spotted her group and made her way over. She noticed another person among them, a large dark-skinned boy with a practically bald head. They were all hunched over the table, whispering amongst each other. When she got closer she noticed that they stopped their discussion. "Hey guys." she greeted happily, smiling at them. They greeted her back as she took a seat, but noticed that they all seemed rather tense. "How's it going?" they all mumbled their various answers and she frowned. What was going on? She didn't bother to ask, feeling that if she did it would only get more tense. She turned to the new boy and smiled, "Hey, I haven't seen you around here, are you new? My name's Penelope, I'm sorta new too." she looked at the boy expectantly. He gave her a blank look. Her smile started to fade, until he answered. "Boyd, you can call me Boyd. And no, I'm not new." He said it in a friendly enough tone, so her smile came back. "What, did you take an extended vacation?" she chuckled, but it was cut short as she felt the tension in the air quickly thicken. She looked around: Issac had his jaw clenched, Scott's fists were balled up into fists, Stiles was playing his fingers, Allison's eyes shifted around nervously, and Lydia, well, she couldn't tell. Boyd simply looked at her before stating, "You could say that."
The rest of the lunch period past with little conversation, aside from Stiles trying to fill the awkward silence with his aimless chatter. She was relieved when the bell rang, she quickly left, not even bothering to say goodbye to them or wait for Lydia. She always hated when people kept secrets from her, it was one thing she couldn't stand. She knew she wasn't close with them, especially since it had only been a few days, but still. She remembered when she kept asking Erica why she wasn't responding as often whenever they would talk, but she always gave vague answers, much to Penelope's annoyance. Now she was going to never to know. She clenched her jaw, her temper rising. Why couldn't Erica have told her what was going on? She knew something was wrong, but her friend refused to tell her. Did she not trust her? Erica had always been there for her when she needed a shoulder to cry on, why couldn't Penelope do the same for her? She had retrieved her books and went to her class, taking a seat. She clenched her hands into fists, opening and closing them, trying to calm herself down. Did they not trust her? If something was bothering them they could tell her, heck it would probably make them feel better to tell a stranger what was on their minds, she wouldn't judge. Her nostrils began to flare. She hated this, hated not being trusted, hated not having friends, she absolutely loathed it. She wished she never had left Beacon Hills, maybe things would have turned out differently, maybe she would have had more friends, maybe she would have already made friends with them, maybe...maybe Erica would still be alive. Maybe Erica wouldn't have had to go through whatever she did or Penelope could have helped her through it. She sat like that through the whole period, not noticing Lydia's attempts at getting her attention. She sat there, thinking of the possibility that if she had never left her friend might have never died.
When the end of the day came, Penelope was still mulling over her thoughts of Erica. She headed towards the girls' locker room, gym bag in tow. She was glad she had remembered to text her mom to bring her some clothes. When she entered, she immediately changed, putting on a black long sleeved shirt, black running spandex and her black free runs. She pulled her hair into a bun, pushing a headband onto he head to keep the stubborn pieces from falling into her face. She went to one of the sinks, pulling out a pack of makeup wipes from her bag. She removed her makeup, not wanting to sweat in a layer of foundation. As she was finishing up she heard a whistle, signaling for the girls to come out. She threw the now dirty makeup wipe away, following the herd of girls out of the locker room.
They arrived at a trail not too long after. As Coach Finstock instructed them to stick to the path, Penelope stretched. She knew how sore she could get from all the running they were about to do, after all she did play soccer. When he blew the whistle, they all started jogging, saving four people: the twins who had creeped her out the other day, Issac, and Scott. They sprinted far ahead of the group. She had noticed that Issac had had an angry look on his face before they had started and was curious. He appeared to be chasing after the twins. She decided to follow them, sprinting in front of the group. She started slowing up, realizing that she had accidentally run off the path. She looked around, trying to find her way back. She heard a noise, was that a growl? She froze. She heard another one, and slowly moved in the direction of it. She felt stupid for going towards it (what if it was a rabid animal?) but she felt drawn towards it. She hid behind a tree, slowly poking her head around it. What she saw made her freeze again; Issac was on his knees, each twin on either side, holding him. "Say, how many bones are in the human body again?" one of them asked. The other looked at him before smirking. "I don't know, why don't count?" He growled at the end of his sentence, which frightened Penelope. The noise sounded so animal like, it was so inhuman. She could feel her heart racing, her palms started to sweat; what could she do? They looked like they were going to kill him. As she began to step out from behind the tree, she heard skin connect with skin. She went back behind the tree, peering around it. Scott had appeared from seemingly nowhere. "That's one." he said. One of the twins was on the ground, hold his nose. The other had let go of Issac, probably in shock. They both looked at him, growling in unison. They opened their mouths, while the did so, and Penelope saw...she saw fangs. She gasped, clamping a hand over mouth. Issac turned at the sound, seeing her. They made eye contact. His eyes widened, as did hers. The other three hadn't seemed to notice her make noise, which she was grateful for. Their growling match was cut short when a blood-curdling scream shook the air around them. The four of them turned, as did she, in the direction of it. The twins immediately took off, leaving Scott and Issac in their dust. Scott turned to run, but Issac grabbed his arm. He turned to his curly haired friend, looking somewhat ticked. The taller of the two pointed in Penelope's direction. Scott followed Issac's fingers until his eyes landed on her. His eyes widened, had she seen? Had she seen that whole encounter? From the look in her eyes, yes, yes she did. But they didn't have time to discuss it, he had to go see what had happened. He jogged over to her, she seemed to be frozen in place. He grabbed her arms, crossing them around his neck before hoisting her legs around his waist. He nodded to Issac, both of them taking off into the direction of the trail.
If you saw a guy magically grow fangs and he started growling like an animal, what would you do? Personally I would probably scream and cry idk I'm very emotional. Tell me in a review! Also I like Boyd, because he is literally so funny. Especially when he interacts with Stiles oh my god. Hope you guys liked this chapter!
