I could tell that they were hiding something from me. The way they'd scurry off, or sit close together that their heads are touching and mumble words that make no sense at all. And every time I asked them about it they'll shrug it off and come up with a lame excuse. To say I'm pissed is nothing compared to the searing feeling in the pit of my stomach, churning and my mind scheming their deaths that I sadly won't commit. Lucky bastards.

What are they hiding from me? I thought we were a team.. Bitches stab me hard; damn that sounded wrong. And how come Alison and Lydia get told what it is but not me? Also the cute boy with the cute eyes joins their conversations every now and then - I should ask Stiles about him..

"Earth to clara!" A hand waved itself frantically in front of my face.

"What?"

Danny quirked an eyebrow. "We're you even listening to me?"

Shit.. Wait he said something about a cute guy? I think so..

"Um, yeah, yes! Of course! Cute guy on my right has a crush on another cutie that I haven't seen yet." I grinned at Danny. He rolled his eyes, but couldn't manage to hold a chuckle back. Seriously why are gay guys so hot?!

He nodded his head. "That's right."

I puffed my chest and pointed a finger at myself. "This girl got powers!" He rolled his eyes, laughing. "Seriously. I wasn't listening but I'm good at guessing! Do you think I'd win Americas got talent?" I wondered out loud. Danny burst out laughing, I shook my head laughing too.

"Whhaaat?"

"You're crazy." He gasped for a breath.

"I'll take that as a compliment." I smirked and waved at Danny before entering class. Maths. Yay! Not.

The teachers lecture was muffled by the sound of pens scraping on papers and the whispering voices of the students. The teacher, is a pump man, wearing a tight suit with a red pudgy face and bald scalp. He's really nice though no one gave him a chance.

The class passed by in a blur and soon enough I was back home.

The afternoon sky burned away to a vast of black silk, sprinkled with diamonds that twinkled down at us. Thick fluffs of gray clouds pulled away and a full moon beamed, sending soft rays to touch the earth.

I sat on bed with a blanket draped around me, cuddled up with Harry Potter and the half blood prince held in my heads and as my eyes trailed down the page, soaking in the world of magic. I was so focused on the story that I lost reality and dissolved into a little world where everything and anything could happen.

I was too observed when a loud bang thundered through the walls causing me to jump with fright. Okay, that's either Stiles or bloody Tom Riddle appeared in my house because I'm too bloody irresistible! Or maybe it's a clumsy owl finally arriving with my Hogwarts letter.. I knew I was a witch deep down.

A howl echoed from somewhere nearby. Okay.. That's defiantly NOT Tom or an owl, it's a BLOODY WOLF! Holly cow! It's wolf, I need a silver bullet it's a werewolf come to get me! But I don't have one.. I should hide.. Under the bed, or the closet? No, I don't think so the last horror movie I watched the ghost was in the closet and the boogie man hides under the bed..

That's when I remembered something from a school project; wolfs don't live in California, so it's probably the guys pulling a stunt on me. Ha. Ha. Ima show'em how to scare someone.

Slowly, I made my way to my bedroom door. As quietly as possible, I cracked the door open and popped my head outside checking if anyway is awake. Apparently, no one and Stiles door was left ajar. I cautiously crept towards the door and peaked inside, empty. It's totally them!

Swiftly I ran back into my room; shutting the door and locking it behind me before sneaking out the window. I climbed down an old ladder with ivy crawling onto it; the chilly breeze biting at my bare legs and arms - I should've brought a jacket or at least wore shoes, I'm sometimes dumber than a blonde, I swear!

I jumped down and my foot came in contact with the damp grass. I stood there, ears strained to hear any sort of giveaway to where they are. The howl echoed again from somewhere to my left. I ran down the path to my left, I hesitantly stepped into the woods. I carried on walking with my arms wrapped around myself. Twigs cracked under my bare feet reminding me yet again about my stupidity.

My dad was probably blonde..

I didn't know where I am but I kept on following the howls and the sound of feet.

The sound of crunches came from somewhere behind me, I froze. Both boys are clumsy, they can't manage to sit still for a second. A smirk broke across my face; they're so gonna get it. I turned around and tiptoed towards the location from where the sound came from. The large bush rustled before me, defiantly them alright. I was about to pull away its large leaves when something jumped over me. It moved like lightening, fast and unpredictable. I didn't know what it was. With its speed it was impossible to tell.

It circled around the glaze before crouching in front of me. Yellow eyes burned intensity into mine, they glowed through the dark piercing through my heart. It's body was human though its face wasn't; hair grew out of its face and its nose scrunched up and twisted, and fangs peaked out of his lips. In every way he resembled a human with the face of a wolf.

My heart rattled and my breath hitched. It growled and clawed at the ground, hungrily.

Oh, how right was I about the werewolf thing. Did I mention that I'm about to die?!

The werewolf lunged at me.

My life flashed before my eyes. I saw myself grow up, I even imagined myself growing older; a smile that soon stretched with wrinkles. I saw my mum with a guy though his face was blurred out, I knew its my dad - and I knew I didn't want to give that up. I'm not ready to die, yet. Theres so many mistakes to amend, and many things that I haven't done yet. I crave to grow old with a man that loves me, have kids that would surround me and bury me when I die. I want to make my mum proud and I want to meet my dad. But thats not going to happen? I'm just going to die... by a werewolf nonetheless. Much for a painless death.

"Here goes nothing." I sighed. I know what you're thinking, I should scream and panic however, if you haven't noticed its a freaking werewolf for crying out loud - running would get me now where, he's too fast compared to a pathetic human being.

Time somehow turned to a sloth trying to walk, everything started to play in slow motion. The werewolf hung in mid-air, his jaw slowly opening to reveal gleaming fangs that I'm sure could cut through me like sizzling knives, it drew its hands upwards slashing the air with claws of daggers. My pulse quickened as adrenaline rushed through me - blinding me with fear. I shuddered, just the thought of its claws and fans ripping through my flesh caused my skin to itch.

Suddenly a blur of colors zoomed in front of me, it pushed the beast away. The werewolf smashed into a tree and slid down to the ground. The blur of colors - a boy - turned around and faced me and my breath caught. The boy eyed hottie was looking at me! HE SAVED ME! WE ARE SO MEANT TO BE! I could write a fanfic and ALOT would read it, a harry potter maybe? And I could spice things up..

"We are so meant to be." My eyes widened and I could feel my cheeks burning. Curse my big mouth! "Ah, um, I mean.. Thanks. You saved my life, I owe you." I tried covering up my words but his face remained emotionless, its kinda of hard to tell if he heard.

"Head back home." He turned around and walked away. Thats it? Go home? No goodbye or bette yet a hello? Don't I deserve a few words? Bloody hell, you are not cute ya know?! In fact you don't make me few that way..

"Stupid boys." I mumbled and trudged back home.

On my way home, something clicked in my mind. If I go home know what would I do? Go on the internet or read more books, thats all I do. So why not prank someone. Someone who is such a pain in my bottom.. But who?

Mr Harris! Thats it, the jerk needs to be taught a lesson and then maybe I'll prank that cutie pie that sent me home. "Hell yeah!"

I twirled around and ran down a path of twigs and rocks towards the school.