Arden's POV:
I walked out of the building, trying to maneuver my way around the student body as I reached Meg's car.
So far, I had been successful in avoiding Stiles and Scott after second period, spending lunch with Danny who I also found out was in my third period, computers and talked about the "hot new guy" named Ethan.
Aw, Danny is so cute when he's crushing on someone.
Reaching the car, I was surprised to see that Meg was already there, sitting on the hood, twirling her keys in one hand and giving me a look.
"What?" I demanded, pausing in front of her as she studied me; when it came to my moods, Meg was like the world's weathermen, letting people know when a storm was coming.
Or, in this case, was already wreaking havoc on people.
God, it was so bad I scared a poor freshman who accidentally bumped into me during lunch.
It made Danny laugh, but it was still pretty bad.
Her eyes scanned my face before she asked "Want to go somewhere?"
I raised a brow. Now that was a surprise.
"Where are we going?"
Meg hopped off the hood and put a hand on my shoulder.
"Some place I think you're going to like,"
So a couple of hours later changed and working hard, Meg and I were working out in some local gym here at Beacon. I was punching a bag and Meg was running on the treadmill.
My thoughts about economics class, the condom and the missing girl powered my punches and a strong round-house kick I threw in to mix things up.
I liked kick-boxing, when I got into arguments with my dad, I still had left over anger and the desire to punch somethign. So I took it all out on a punching bag in our home gym. Then, after a while of doing that, I started taking kick boxing lessons.
Meg checked her phone and stopped the treadmill. She hopped off; putting a towel on her shoulders and then went behind the punching bag, holding it for me.
"It's five now, you've been punching this bag for the past two hours." Meg informed me as I increased my punching, trying to beat the resistance she was putting out.
Shit, two hours?
"So can you tell me what's going on with you?" She finally asked that burning question.
I gave the bag a few more hard punches and then quit.
"A missing girl is what's going on," I said, removing my pink boxing gloves as Meg's eyebrows raised in confusion "In economics class today, Stiles got called out of class and got told that a friend of his went missing and that he was the last one that she was with,"
"She?" Meg asked, surprised as I nodded.
"Her name was Heather,"
"And this is why you're mad?" Meg asked.
I sighed, wiping my face with a towel "No- I don't even know why I'm mad now, it all started because Bobby asked for a-"
"Who's Bobby?"
I paused, confused "Oh! Um, my economics teacher Mr. Finstock, he prefers being called Coach but I call him Bobby,"
Meg, smirked "Of course you do,"
I grinned a little, softly punching her arm.
"Any who- He asked for a quarter to show the principal of risk and reward with a drinking game and Stiles, who of course is the good guy that he is, pulled one out of his pocket and as he did, a condom fell on the floor."
Meg's mouth dropped open.
"-And because Stiles and I were whispering to each other about what he did last night while Bobby was teaching, he of course, assumed Stiles and I were having sex-"
Then Meg laughed, making me frown and punch her again.
"I'm not finished!" I pouted, annoyed.
"Sorry," she breathed, after laughing "I still don't follow on why you're so pissed,"
"Because last night Stiles went to his friend's birthday party, Heather was turning seventeen,"
Just to make sure she got the point, I added "And the pants Stiles wore to school today were the same pants her wore at her party last night,"
A look of understanding registered on her face.
"So because he had sex with Heather, your mad at him?" another question she hits me with as we walked into the change room.
Wow, a question like that makes me sound like a clingy, jealous bitch…. but that really isn't like me to act like that, or to feel this way.
God, what is wrong with me?
"Again, I don't know," I sighed, changing out of my gym gear "I think the only person I'm mad at is me because I'm all worked up over nothing: It's not like I'm Stiles girlfriend or anything,"
Meg doesn't reply, probably thinking as she grabs her stuff and waits for me as take showers.
It's not until, half an hour later; I'm more calm and tying up the laces of my old, black converse when she says "Did you know Derek was at school today?"
I raised a brow "No… I didn't, how did you know?"
"Scott told me; apparently, Allison told you there was some sort of meeting between first and second period?" She asked more than stated as she pulled up her black leggings.
Both of us were wearing a pair, but the similarities in our outfits stopped at that. I was wearing a red "LA" knot tank and she was wearing a collared, sleeveless, button up with birds all over it.
I shivered.
"Allison didn't say anything about that," I replied, perching my glass on top of my nose "She complimented me on my shirt and then talked about how we had to hang out sometimes, but that was it."
Meg, had a look like she was thinking hard as she nodded, fixing her hair into a cute, messy bun.
My stomach growled as I ran a hand through my slightly damp hair. That was probably a good cue that it was time to head home and get some dinner.
Maybe also study for my not-really-a-surprise pop quiz for Economics.
"Want to pick up some dinner on the way home?" I asked Meg as I noticed she was clipping the back of her heart-and-key pendant around her neck, like she had taken it off before.
"Sure," she said, swinging her bag on her shoulder and walked out of the change room.
I didn't say anything but smiled to myself as I followed behind her.
I have this theory about that necklace of Meg's: It's like a fucking dog collar, constantly around her, showing the world that she belongs to somebody.
But if she's taking it off….
"Chinese or Pizza?" Meg asked, snapping me out of my thoughts of her independence acts from her (barf) love of (gag) Jeremy Red.
I was about to answer when my phone suddenly buzzed.
Ignoring the missed calls from Daddy (Can't you get the point dad? I'm not going to call back!) And Stiles (who I still may or not be mad at), I read Derek's text asking where we were and to bring food, because we had company.
My guess? Scott, Stiles, Isaac and Uncle Peter because I swear that's all who would be considered Derek's "company".
"Pizza," I replied, as she started the car "A really big pizza,"