23
When I enter the hallway after 5th period and waded through the pool of students towards Mr. Harris' chem. Class I am intercepted by Diana Miracle with an urgent look on her face. She probably has a new piece of gossip to spread around.
"Liv, your friends with those new twins right." She says, looking like she is about to burst with secrets.
"Yea," I have to push the word out and it doesn't sound sincere.
"That freak Isaac Lahey just beat the shit out of Ethan!" my eyes widen and I can't help, but laugh with pleasure. She's still talking, something about how Isaac was in jail last year, he had been accused of killing his father, but Jackson got him off the hook. She has a look on her face like she is waiting for praise. "But anyways, I saw the whole thing, I just came from chem. With him and we heard a whole bunch of banging in the hall and we all ran out and Ethan was lying on the floor, there was so much blood. I think that Isaac guy is like a sociopath or something, he probably threatened Jackson and that's the only reason he retracted his statement last year. All he got was detention, can you believe that?" She looks like she might cry when she doesn't get the praise she is anticipating as I breeze past her and into Mr. Harris' class.
My body is filled with joy, at least one of those twins got what he deserved and Isaac was the one that got to give it to him.
24
I finally made it to 7th period, the free period I was anticipating, I had it with Stiles and I was awaiting squeezing the answers that I yearn for out of him. I enter the library to find him sitting at a table with Lydia looking like he is trying to convince her of something and she wasn't buying it. I sauntered right up and pressed my hands down on the cold table in front of them, snapping them both to attention.
"Hey guys," I say with big smile on my face, "can I borrow him for a second. "I say directed towards Lydia, but still not meeting her eyes. Stiles stands to his feet and gives a reassuring glance to Lydia before directing me towards the hall. "You guys are cute." He ignores my comment and gets right down to business.
"I don't know what your trying to do or if your part of all that alpha pack shit, but it's not gonna work ok?" the expression on my face shows that I don't know what he is talking about, but he doesn't trust it. A teacher standing at the end of the hall giving us a suspicious look so I shove Stiles down a near by hall and into the big empty auditorium. There is a couple of stoners passing around a joint in the back rows of seats, but they quickly vacate there seats and head for the door when I give them a sharp look, laughing and mimicking me in hippy voices as they open the door to leave.
"I don't want anything from you, but a simple explanation." I say staring him down. "I just want you to tell me what the hell I have changed into!" I can tell that my face looks weak and confused and I hate it.
"Look I don't know if you are just trying to play some kind of trick or something, but I can't see how you can't know what you are if you're an alpha."
"An Alpha?" my forehead wrinkles in confusion and his does the same.
"Yea, that's why your eyes are red." He says this hesitantly like he doesn't know if he is telling me something I already know. I try to make sense of this, but I can't.
"Why does Scott have yellow eyes?" I say hungry to know more.
"Because he's not an alpha." He says with an expression that seems to say "duh".
"No I mean what is he then?" I say exasperated and losing my patience
"He's just a regular wolf! Just plain, I don't know!" he says sensing my intolerance.
"What?"
"He's plain?" He says furrowing his eye brows.
"No, the wolf thing. What do you mean a wolf?"
"werewolf." My mind is reeling and I don't hear anything, but the pounding in my ears. A werewolf? I'm a fucking werewolf? My legs feel like jello and my mouth is dry. I grab for a near by auditorium chair and Stiles hands extend to steady me.
"You mean like a werewolf werewolf? Like all the hair face, full moon, turning in to a fucking dog bull shit?" I squeak and he gives one short nod in response. "SO YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT IM A FUCKING DOG!" I can't help, but yell and Stiles has to silence me for me to remember that we're hiding. I bury my face in my hands and don't bring it up until I have composed myself. When I bring my head up I see a surprisingly calm Stiles staring at me.
"So we have established that you're a werewolf?" he says this like it's the most normal thing in the world. I feel like he picks the most aggravating times to be sarcastic. He leans against the back of a seat a row in front of me and waits for me to continue.
"So Scott and the twins, their all…" I don't want to even say the word.
"Yea." He says without needing to hear it.
"And you, are you a…?"
"A werewolf? No. I'm just a plain old human; my dad says I'm special though." He says with his usual sarcastic look.
"So there are werewolves… does that mean that there's like vampires and mummies and all that fairy tail shit?" I say hoping that it's a joke.
"No, no vampires, but there is an all powerful alpha pack that is terrorizing beacon hills." He says with a flakey pleasant smile. Before I get a chance to question this we're interrupted by a sudden thunderous roar and I flinch at first thinking it might be the twin's friends coming to finish me off. Stiles starts towards the auditorium doors and I follow closely behind. We emerge from the doors just in time to see a shiny black motorcycle, one of the twin's, whizzing down the empty hallway, the rider's identity hidden by a black helmet. He gets to the lobby of the school when he is intercepted by a fiery eyed Adian. Adian's knuckles are curled so tight around the handle bars of his bike that his knuckles are pure white.
"Get off my bike!" he hisses with his sharp teeth bared. Stiles and I inch in behind the two of them as the rider pulls his bulky black helmet off to reveal a smiling Isaac.
"No problem." He says as he sets the helmet onto the seat of the bike. Isaac then is in the air as fast as the motorcycle had speed down the hallway. He flies over Adian's head and lands on his feet behind him his smile bigger than ever. He slowly backs away and crosses his arms over his muscular chest as Adian swings his leg over the side of his bike just in time for students and teachers to filter out of their classrooms wide eyed.
"What the hell do you think your doing?" Ms. Blake squawks at Adian as she shoves her way to the front of the crowd of smiling students. "Detention Adian." Scott and Allison are at the head of the crowd of students with matching smiles to Isaac's and I feel one creep across my face as well. Not for Adian's sake, but because I haven't seen Isaac's deviously nice smile in a long time and it's like when you stay up all night and finally get to see the sunrise that you have been waiting for.