Disclaimer: If I were to own Teen Wolf, I'd smack put Abby on that show. But clearly, she's not sooooooo...yeah.
"Am I an honest man and true?
Have I been good to you at all?
Oh I'm so tired of playing these games
We'd just be running down
The same old lines, the same old stories of
Breathless trains and, worn down glories
Houses burning, worlds that turn on their own." We Don't Eat by James Vincent McMorrow
Well, that was a bust. Guess what we found last night. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I mean, why would Lydia go there – of all places? Not possible bro. Not possible at all.
Ugh. But getting four hours of sleep…guess what that makes me. Grumpy Abby. And you don't want a grumpy Abby.
I cursed the alarm clock for getting me up so early. Ugh. School. Why school in the morning? I don't know. Clearly people don't like me…HA! Yeah right. They love me, I mean, who doesn't?
I got ready, putting on a blue cropped knit pullover sweater, some distressed black denim, and of course – my gracious Converses'. I wore my beautiful leather jacket and grabbed my bag before I slugged downstairs to see my brother munching on a sandwich.
What.
"Why in the world are you eating a sandwich for breakfast?" I grumbled, placing my head on the kitchen island after getting a glass of nature's juice – orange juice.
"Why not?" He said, slyly with a smirk.
"Touche little brother, touche. Must we go to school today, little brother?" I groaned.
Scott laughed. "Stop the lousy British accent Abs, you sound like a reject of Shakespeare. And yes, we must." HE IMITATED MY BEAUTIFUL BRITISH ACCENT!
"Ugh. Let's us go, young one." I muttered, before getting off the stool and walking to my skateboard.
So there we were brother and sister, riding to school when suddenly…A FISH FLIES AND DROPS IN FRONT OF US! HOLY SNICKER CHEESE FLAKES!
We came to an abrupt stop and we looked at each other – gaping.
"What just happened?" I questioned, staring at the immobile fish in front of my vision view.
I started looking around to see if anyone threw it or it was just a prank or something. No one. There was nobody there.
So, no one threw this and no one pulled a prank on us. I looked at the sky. Nothing. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?
"I think – um…that's a fish, Abby. I think it's a bass." He muttered, staring at the dead sushi.
"Oh. My. God." I pointed at it. "SOMEBODY DROPPED THE BASS!" I belted.
And then the rest of the school ride was uncontrollable laughter.
"She ate the liver?" Scott asked, disgusted after Stiles told us that Lydia may or may not have eaten a liver from a decomposing body…um…yolo.
"No, I didn't say she ate it. I said it was missing. And even is she did, so what? It's the most nutritious part of the body." Stiles argued.
"Well, at least she wasn't attacked by a bass." I sighed as Scott laughed and Stiles laughed. Yeah. I'm funny.
"Still can't believe that," Stiles said, after finishing his chuckles.
"Anyway, I never ate anyone's liver." Scott said, smirking – probably proud of his non – liver eating ways.
"Yeah, cuz' you're a real model of self – control." I said sarcastically, earning a thump to my head.
"Totally worth it," I grinned.
"Actually, wait hold on." Stiles stopped us, almost causing me to trip over my skateboard. Stupid Adderall BFF. "You're the test case for this so we should be going over on what happened to you." YES!
"What do you mean?" Scott asked.
"What was going through your mind when you were turning, ya know? What were you drawn to?"
"…Allison."
"Sapppppppppy," I groaned, receiving another thump. "Still worth it."
"Nothing else, seriously?" Stiles grumbled.
"Nothing else mattered to me."
"That's way too cute dude." I muttered, rolling my eyes. Thump. "I SO TOTALLY DID NOT DESERVE THAT!" I yelled, making them roll their eyes.
"But that's good though, right?" Scott continued, "When Lydia was bit, she was with you."
"Yeah but she was looking for - "
"Jackson," I interrupted, watching the ass get out of his precious car. "And here I thought he decided to move to Mexico and change his name to Pablo." I sighed as the two chuckled, getting inside the torturous school building.
"OOPH!" I fell. I tumbled to the ground. A hard shoulder decided to connect my back to the ground. Ugh. Awesome start of the day – really.
"I'm so sorry." I heard a masculine voice say. "Again." I opened my eyes. Oh look. It was curly haired blue eyed guy…with another black eye. Huh, wonder if went to the nurse.
He had his hand held out to help me from the ground and I grabbed it, as he easily hauled me up.
I brushed the dust off my clothes and said while doing so, "Ya know, to think the amount of time you've knocked me over, I would know your name."
Curly boy chuckled and said, "Isaac, and I'm sorry for knocking you over…three times."
"Eh, you win some, you lose some." I shrugged, making him smile. Aw, he was so CUTE! I COULD JUST EAT HIM UP! "I'm Abby, by the way."
"I know." I gave him a weird look saying 'how – the – eff – do – you – know – who – I – is?' "Your brother? Co – captain of the lacrosse team, everyone knows his twin sister."
I nodded. Right. Twin. Not older sister. Twin.
That's when I realized he was wearing the school uniform. OHHHH HE WAS ON THE LACROSSE TEAM! That made sense.
"You should totally get your eye checked…did you fall again?" I sneered at the curly cutie.
"Um, no, it was actually lacrosse."
"Mhmm." I hummed, disbelievingly.
"I gotta' get going to practice. It was good to actually know you Abby." He said, while walking away.
"Yeah, you too, bye Isaac." I waved and he waved back. Aw, he was still so cute. But where did he get the sucker on his eye? Poor Isaac.
"This is a pop quiz Mr. Stilinski." I heard our dick face chemistry teacher yell. Jackie and I looked over to my idiot best friend. "If I hear you voice again, I may be tempted to give you detention for the rest of your high school career."
"Can you do that?" Oh. My. God. Don't be a smart ass Stiles. But wait, it's Stiles. I don't expect anything less from him.
"There it is again. Your voice. Triggering the only impulse I've ever had to strike a student repeatedly, violently-"
"Harsh threat, Mr. H." I muttered, writing my name – on top of the pop quiz I'll probably fail.
Ah. Such confid-
"Did you say something, Ms. McCall?" Oh lordie. Booming voice.
"Um, other than the fact that you're an amazing teacher? None, whatsoever." I smiled a sickly sweet smile as he glared at me. What sort of love do we got?!
"I'll see you at three Stilinski." I sighed, relieved I wasn't the one to get detention. But wait – ugh STILES! Really? REALLY!?
"You too, Mr. McCall?!"
"No sir," Good answer lil bro.
I started my quiz…well…shit. Drip. Drip. Drip. WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!? I look up from my paper, to look at Jackie – drip. I looked down at his paper. Blood. Huh. BLOOD!
"Yo, Jackie," he looked and I widened my eyes at the sight of a black bloody nose, "your nose." Black goo was coming out of his nose. Well, he's more of a freak now isn't he? Next thing I know he's up and gone into the bathroom as everyone else stared after him.
Um, stranger things have happened?
…Maybe?
"Funeral – talk about chills." I groaned, leaning against a locker near Allison's.
"You're still coming right? Camera's, people…I need some support here." Allison mumbled, taking a black dress out of her locker.
"Come to the funeral of best friends' aunt whose family hates me and my little brother to support best friend? Okay." I nodded, while smiling as she laughed at me.
"My family doesn't hate you. They hate Scott." She sighed.
"Speaking of Scott, you may wanna' check the little note in your locker." Allison looked at me puzzled but she saw a little note with some cheesy cheese written on it. Yeah, go CHEESE!
So yeah, she was blushing and stuff and here I was feeling awkward as ever. Hmm.
"Well, you gush over that and I'll be…looking at a tree." I started walking backwards as she just giggled.
"Alright, I'll see you after school, bye Abs."
"See ya, Allison." I waved, walked a few feet, and then CLASH! I dropped my papers. Ugh.
"Oh, sorry Abby." I look up from grabbing my fallen papers to see Matt – English buddy! Hey, he was helping me pick up my shit, he was in my good graces!
"Hey Matty, it's cool. I mean, I'm a magnet for trouble." I said sarcastically, as he gave out a tiny chuckle.
Matt was tolerable. That's all I have to say.
Oh God. The funeral. Oh, how I dreaded this. Me – being smart as I am – went around the entire cemetery, in black heels, to avoid the cameras that were unnecessary. Didn't they have anything better to do? Like have a life!?
"Abigail." Mrs. Argent seethed, "Wonderful to see you here." Mr. Argent acknowledged my existence by nodding his head at me.
Yeah – we're not even on speaking terms. At least he doesn't glare at me as if there's no tomorrow like Mrs. Argent. Yeah, those are killer!
"Isn't it?" I questioned, sarcastically, getting off my chair to wrap Allison in a hug. I asked, concerned, "You okay?"
She shook her head, while I let go of her and held her hand, sitting down beside her. Her parents were talking amongst themselves while I decided to talk to Allison.
"So, what's the verdict?" I whispered.
"The 'others' are coming today – now." She muttered back, anxiously.
I looked at her, stunned, "Do they know about…" 'Scott' I mouthed. She shrugged, looking ever more anxious.
"Christopher," a deep male voice greeted. I look up to see this old dude with gray hair hugging Mr. Argent.
"Gerard," Mr. Argent said back. The old dude had security guards. He has guards. Wow. Was he like…the senator or a farmer? Do farmer's have security guards? Probably.
Allison and I looked at each other, while I clutched onto Allison's hands tighter and she returned the gesture. Old dude snapped his gaze to look at the two of us, "You remember me?"
Oh God, it's those stupid 'remember me' games. Like she totally knew you when she was pooping in diapers and sucking her bottle.
OH SNAP! She remembered him.
Then Allison snuck a glance past the tombstones but dragging old dude's stare with him. Back to the conversation, we go.
"Considering I haven't seen ya since I was three, I don't suppose you'd call me grandpa." HOLY HOLLY! GRANDPA!?"So, if it's uncomfortable, just call me Gerard for the time being. But I prefer Grandpa." He looked over at me, "And you are, sweetie?"
I was about to answer but I got cut off by Mr. Argent, "Abby, she's a close friend of Allison's, came here to support her." I gave a small smile to old dude and Mr. Argent, who once again – nodded.
Awkward is what came to mind during the entire funeral. The paps were awkward. The priest was awkward. The entire Argent family was awkward. I was awkward. The little bird on the tombstone was awkward. Awkward.
"Ya know, when you said we were hanging out, the woods didn't come to mind." Danny complained, for the millionth time.
"This is hanging out. We're searching for a lost friend." I answered, wrapping my arm around the crook of his held out elbow.
"Yeah but-"
"Would you do this for me? If I went missing?" I asked, abruptly.
"Yeah," he answered, immediately. Man, I love Danny. My life wouldn't be complete without my gay best friend. Like at all.
"Then we're doing this for Lydia."
"Fine, you owe me." He grumbled, as we walked around the woods with our flashlights.
"Yeah, yeah, your favorite mint chocolate chip disgusting ice cream on me." I replied, grinning.
"Hey, mint chocolate chip is awesome, alright!?" Danny boomed.
I rolled my eyes. "It's like eating death!"
"Yeah, right whatever. How would you even know what death tastes like? Knowing you, you may have accidentally licked a dead body." I slapped his chest, while laughing.
"I'm not that disgusting!" I exclaimed.
"Says you -" his phone cut him off and he went to answer it, probably Jackson or his boyfriend, Tyler. I decided to walk around but then of course, me being me lost Danny. Peachy, real freakin' peachy.
"Danny!" I called out. Nothing. Great, Abby, props to you. I took out my phone to call him and realized I was near the stream, I really did love this part of the woods. It was really a beautiful – screams. I heard screams of terror, like less than fifteen feet away from me! I turned half a step and I was right, there was a werewolf with long hair and he was being electrocuted by Allison's crazed father.
I walked closer so I could hear the words coming out of his mouth, I walked behind a tree that was quite near them and I heard, "What're you doing here?!"
"Nothing," the man whimpered. "Nothing, I swear."
"You're not from here, are you?" The man didn't answer. "ARE YOU!?" I flinched at the loud yelling voice.
"No. I came – I came looking for the Alpha." Derek? "I heard he was here, that's all. Look I didn't do anything. I didn't hurt anyone! No on living. He wasn't alive in the ambulance!" Ambulance? "He wasn't, I swear!" The man pleaded.
"Gentlemen, take a look!" Old dude hollered. "A rare sight! Wanna tell 'em what we caught?"
"An omega," Argent answered.
"A lone wolf!" Scotty. "Possibly kicked out of his pack. Or a survivor of a pack that was hunted down, maybe even murdered. Possible, alone by his own choice." Scotty. "Certainly not a wise choice." I gulped. Scotty.
My Scotty. No. They weren't going to hurt him. I wouldn't let them!
He had a sword. An arming sword and stood right in front of the man, who dangling for his life. "Because as I am about to demonstrate, an omega rarely survives…" he swung while at the same time he yelled, "on his own!"
I covered my mouth to muffle the screams erupting from my mouth. A few squeals got lose though and a gasp. BUT COME ON! Old dude cut the poor man…IN HALF!
I turned around quickly and I ran, I ran as quickly and quietly as I could.
Unbeknownst to me Derek saw.
I ran … into someone! I look up – DANNY! Oh thank God! I gave him a quick hug and started hauling him out of the woods, ignoring his questions of what was going on.
"I just really want that ice cream!" I answered, walking out of the woods and to his car.
Once again, a stressful day in Beacon Hills. Please, oh PLEASE God let me live till I'm at least 21.
"I saw a man get murdered." I whispered, playing with Derek's hair as his head lay on my stomach. "An innocent man got murdered right before my eyes." I sighed.
"You can't be like your brother, Abby. You need to make him understand that that is what they do. They will hunt every single one of us down." I flinched. "Unless he's with me." Derek added quickly.
"Trying to convince him to join you is like trying to convince a fat kid he can't eat more than two Oreo's."
He turned to look at me with an amused smirk.
"How come you don't tell me anything about your past?"
"Because you don't tell me anything about yours." I retorted, grinning.
Yet, we know everything about each other.
"I'm terrified Derek." I whispered, turning to look at the ceiling while running my hand through his hair again. It was comforting. I needed comfort and he was there. I just needed him to stay here. With me.
"I'm not gonna' let anything happen to him, Abby." I bit back a smile, knowing that this was the real Derek Hale. Not the one he poses in the outside world as a ruthless, cold heart person. But my Derek.
My Derek. Hmm. I like the sound of that.
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