A/N: Have I mentioned recently how much I love hearing what you guys think? If not then let me do that now. I LOVE IT! It brings a smile to my face when you guys review. Thanks so much. Still don't own Teen Wolf, just the heartbreak that comes along with Percy.
The next morning I woke up and rolled over onto my injured shoulder causing me to hiss the recoil slamming into the wall with a thud before ricocheting to the floor. The noise brought my mom running in panicked.
"Why are you on the floor?" She looks down at me as I sigh and groan at the stiffness in my arm.
"Because I decided my bed just wasn't good enough?" I roll my eyes at her placing my hand on my shoulder and rolling to my feet.
"Are you okay?" I smile turning to my mom, who had been hovering all night, worried that the injuries might have been worse than the EMT had told us.
"I'm fine. Just rolled over onto my arm." My mom relaxes a little then looks at me sadly.
"You don't have to go to school today if you don't want." She leans on the doorframe with a lazy smile. "We could stay home and watch movies, and I'll make pancakes." She winks mischievously at me making me giggle.
"Pancakes?" I grab reach into my closet still laughing. "Maybe I should get hurt more often." My mom's face falls as I say this.
"No." She shakes her head but I can see tears welling up in her eyes and I walk over to her and hug her tightly.
"I'm sorry. I…." I breath in deeply as she wraps her arms around me. "I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry mom."
"Just…. Just don't joke around about that. You scared me." She smushes my face between her hands then steps back.
"Sorry." I nod meekly then look up at her. "And while your pancakes are amazing, I actually want to go to school."
"Nerd." She says lightly before heading to the door. "Get ready then. I'll give you a ride."
"Alright." I head back over to my closet as she pulls the bedroom door closed. Reaching in I grab the loosest shirt I can find and a pair of well-worn jeans. The next 10 minutes was spent with me fighting with the clothes and swearing every time I tried to lift my arm over my head. I give up on the shirt and find one of my plaid button downs and slide easily into it doing the buttons up as quickly as I can and the proceeding downstairs.
"What took you so long?" My mom doesn't even look up from the paper she was reading.
I just shrug and grab a cup of coffee as my dad wanders down the stairs. I look at him confused then look at the clock hanging beside the archway and then back at him.
"Your father was worried about you." My mom had caught me looking around confused.
"Ah." I muttered as if that explained everything.
"I was not worried," My dad walks over to where I was standing in front of the coffee pot and kissed the side of my head while grabbing a cup out of the cupboard, "I knew you could handle yourself." I smile at him and take a step to the side looking over at my mom.
'He was worried.' She mouths making me smirk and nod.
'I know.' I silently say as my dad walks slowly into the living room with his coffee and turns on the news.
"You ready to go sweetheart?" My mom smiles at me when I put my coffee cup down.
"Yeah. Just need to grab my schoolbag. I'll meet you out at the car?" I head up the stairs after she nods, and grab my bag pulling my phone out. Looking at my phone I descend the stairs laughing when I see messages from Allison, Scott, and Stiles. I send them all a quick response telling them I'll see them at school and hop into the car.
Walking down the hallway to my locker I see Allison at hers about to open it. As soon as the door swings open 3 balloons slide out and Allison jumps back before frantically trying to stuff them back in without anyone seeing.
"Secret admirer?" I ask making her jump again. She turns and glares at me and I see a birthday card stuck to the inside of her locker. I point at it, "Birthday?" Allison pulls the card out and quickly reads the inside.
"Lydia." She sighs before putting the card back where it had been.
"I'm going to pretend like I knew the whole time. So…." I place a wide grin on my face and squeeze Allison tightly with my good arm. "Happy birthday." I whisper into her ear before releasing her and scooting around her to get to my locker.
"Is today your birthday?" Scott appears behind me pointing at the balloons escaping from Allison's locker.
"No, no, no." Allison pulls at the strings of the balloons trying to get them to agree with her. "I mean, yes." She gives up and lets the balloons drift upwards again before turning to him with an annoyed look on her face. "Please don't tell anybody. I don't even know how Lydia found out."
"She's sneaky." I shrug my good shoulder pulling a textbook out.
"Why wouldn't you tell me?" Scott asks sounding hurt.
"Because I don't want people to know. Because….." Allison pauses when she catches Scott's puppy dog eyes.
"Because she didn't want the awesome presents we would have gotten her had we known." I whisper jokingly at Scott.
"No. Because I'm 17." She scowls as she says her age.
"You're 17?" Scott's head bobs slightly as he asks.
"That's the reaction I'm trying to avoid." Allison sighs into her locker.
"I think what he meant was, 'You're 17!'" I roll up onto the balls of my feet excitedly earning a light smile from both of them.
"Why?" Scott asks in regards to Allison's statement. "I mean, I totally get it."
"You do?" I turn my head towards him looking confused.
"Uh, you…." Scott points at Allison, "had to repeat a year because of all the moving around, right?"
Allison's face was shocked as she pulled her locker door closed before she grins and kisses Scott making me gag and turn back to my locker.
"What was that for?" Scott's goofy grin was very evident in his voice.
"For literally being the first person to ever make the correct assumption." Allison says with a little bob of her head. "Everybody's always like, 'What? Did you get held back?', 'Did you ride the short bus?', uh, 'Did you have a baby?'" I wheel around at the last one blurting out "Really?" loudly causing people to turn and look at us.
"That's what you hear on your birthday?" Scott asks as I shoo my hands at the students who were staring.
"Yeah. All day long." Allison nods and I place my hand on her arm comfortingly.
"Well, at least you have us." I smile at her as Scott sighs. "We'll make sure you have a good day."
"What if we got out of here?" Scott asks bringing Allison's head whipping up.
"Skip class?" Allison asks as I furrow my brow.
"Yeah, the whole day." Scott nods enthusiastically.
"Well, you're asking someone who's never skipped one class to bail out the entire day, and I don't….." She turns away from him and looks at me.
"Allison go with him. I'll cover for you in class. Besides it's just one day." I grab my bag strap and reposition it on my good shoulder smiling encouragingly.
"See, Percy thinks it's a good idea. And if you get caught, then they'll go easy on you." Scott gestures at me grinning.
"Well, what if you get caught?" She asks patting Scott lightly on the chest. Scott looks over at me hopefully.
I sigh dramatically, "I guess I could cover for you too." Scott's grin widens and Allison looks at me shocked. "Allison, live a little. Go!" I push her forward lightly and then signal for Scott to get moving. I head to my class after I watch them leave the school doors. Sliding into my seat next to Stiles he looks me over and his eyes linger on the parts of the bandages that are visible.
"How are you feeling?" He spins in his seat so he can look at me better as Mr. Harris walks in and starts pacing up the aisle.
"I'm fine, really. Just sore." I smile at him and pull out my notebook and Stiles nods before pulling out a highlighter and going to work on the textbook in front of him.
"Just a friendly reminder, parent/teacher conferences are tonight." Mr. Harris's voice drifts through the class. "Students below a 'C' average are required to attend. I won't name you, because the shame and self-disgust should be more than enough punishment." Mr. Harris stops next to Stiles and looks down at him. "Has anyone seen Scott McCall?" Stiles raises his head slowly looking around before shaking his head at the teacher.
The door to the class opens and Jackson wanders in and heads to his seat. Mr. Harris walks over to him and leans on the desk, "Hey, Jackson. If you need to leave early for any reason, you let me know." Mr. Harris places a hand on Jackson's shoulder making me scoff loudly causing Stiles to turn to me.
"Was that out loud?" I whisper to him causing him to smirk before nodding.
"Everyone, start reading chapter nine." Mr. Harris makes his way back to the head of the class and I start looking through my bag for my chemistry book. I open a couple pockets and see that it's not in there. I could have sworn it was in my hand earlier. "Mr. Stilinski." Mr. Harris' voice makes both my head and Stiles' shoot up. "Try putting the highlighter down between paragraphs. It's chemistry, not a coloring book."
Stiles glares at the teacher before popping the highlighter lid out of his mouth and catching it. I turn back to my bag and try looking again, and I hear Stiles lean forward towards Danny.
"Hey, Danny. Can I ask you a question?" He whispers and I give up on finding my book turning to listen.
"No." Danny says definitively.
"Well, I'm going to anyway." Stiles leans forward a little more. "Um, did Lydia show up in your homeroom today?" I sigh quietly at his question before reaching over and dragging his textbook across the table so I can start reading.
"No." Danny kept to the one word answers only sounding slightly bothered.
"Can I ask you another question?" Stiles asks again after a few seconds.
"Answer's still no." Danny sighs writing something down in his notebook.
"Does anyone know what happened to her and Jackson last night?" Stiles asks ignoring Danny's answer. I throw my hands up lightly causing Stiles to glance over at me mouthing, 'Besides you.'
"He wouldn't tell me." Danny whispers with a hint of shame in his voice.
"But he's your best friend." Stiles points out for no reason and Danny just shrugs in response. "One more question." Stiles slides forward on his seat to whisper.
"What?" Danny turns in his chair slightly annoyed.
"Do you find me attractive?" Stiles asks simply causing me to hide a giggle behind my hand. He continues to slide forward on his seat waiting for an answer before falling off his chair startling me. I reach out to help him straighten up but he clears his throat and glances around awkwardly before replacing his chair and taking a seat. I spin the textbook and place it between the two of us so he can start reading again. He just shrugs and grabs his highlighter again. We spent the rest of the class hunched over the book, me reading slowly and Stiles highlighting almost everything. Every time he got to the end of a page he looked at me and waited for my nod so he could flip to the next page.
When the bell rings signalling the end of class Stiles pulls his phone out and dials Scott. I grab his textbook, my notebook, and my bag and follow him to the door. He pushes it open and holds it letting me leave first still holding the phone to his ear.
"Finally!" Stiles shouts making me jump and look at him, he points at the phone. "Have you been getting any of my texts?" I reach out to grab at his phone and he slides easily from my grasp. "Do you have any idea what's going on? Lydia's totally M-I-A" I stop going after the phone and my body sags at the mention of Lydia. "Jackson looks like he's got a time bomb inserted into his face, another random guy's dead….."
"He wasn't random." I hiss at Stiles smacking his arm when he started to talk about Jack.
"Ow! Percy is in a crappy mood, and you have to do something about it." Stiles continues rubbing his arm lightly where I'd smacked him. "Scott? Scott…." Stiles looks at his phone then groans when he sees that the call was ended. He goes to call him again and I place my hand over his phone.
"Leave him…. Just for now okay? There's nothing that urgent going on." I smile lightly as he puts his phone in his pocket.
"You know where he is don't you?" He asks following me down the hallway.
"Maybe. But I'm not telling." I push through one of the doorways and Stiles lets out moan that almost sounded like a five year old not getting his way. "Let's get to class."
"I'm not going to class." Stiles says stopping at a side door to the parking lot. I tilt my head questioningly and move out of the way of hallway traffic. "I'm gonna go check on Lydia. Do you want to come?" He opens the door and holds it waiting for my answer.
"As tempting as that sounds." I crinkle my nose lightly before pointing over my shoulder. "I promised Allison I'd take notes for her today." I lied with a smile.
"Alright. I'll text you later?" He starts out the door and I nod. As soon as the door closed I let the fake smile fail and grumble as I head to my next class.