So, here I am, sitting in my New York apartment bored outta my mind because the hurricane has cancelled school for Monday and Tuesday. I've decided to post another chapter for you guys! You got lucky.
Disclaimer: Hurricane Sandy probably has a better chance than owning Teen Wolf than I do, it'll blow the house down.
"Every step that you take What if you should decide
Could be your biggest mistake
It could bend or it could break
That's the risk that you take
That you don't want me there in your life
That you don't want me there by your side
Ooo, that's right,
Let's take a breath, jump over the side.
Ooo, that's right,
You know that darkness always turns into light.
Ooo, that's right." - What If by Coldplay
"HOLD YOUR BOOBS, ALLISON!" I yelled from my window as she kept honking her horn. I adjusted my blue coastal floral bustier which was tucked into my coral low high skirt. Yeah, I know awesomely cute.
I was trying to find my beige wedges. UGH! THEY WERE CHIFFON, OKAY!? AND THEY WERE PEEP TOES WITH ANKLE STRAPS!
They must be found.
Closet? Nope, destroyed that already. Under the bed? Destroyed. Bathroom? Destroyed. Scott's bedroom? Destroyed. UGH. WAIT! IN THE KITCHEN!
I ran downstairs – barefoot, mind you – and looking inside the cabinet. There they were. I was gonna' kill Stiles. I quickly strapped them on and ran out the door, grabbing my white leather jacket and my bag.
"What took you so long?" Allison asked, exasperated and started the car – getting out of the driveway.
"Stiles hid my heels in the kitchen cabinet. Remind me to chop his dick off." She laughed. I don't know why she laughed.
I was serious. I have a pair of scissors.
"You talk with Lydia?" She asked, driving our way to school.
"Yeah and I mostly got insults. So, Lydia Martin is officially back." I clapped twice, with a wide smile to get my strawberry headed friend back.
"Abby um…Scott let something slip when we were together. I mean, I totally understand that you don't want me to know – or anyone for that matter. It's nothing bad, I find it completely normal. But it's okay-"
"Yes, Allison, I am dyslexic. I kinda' am glad Scott told you, don't have to go through the embarrassment of telling you myself." I gave her a soft smile.
"Oh please, Abby, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. So what, you have dyslexia and you're 18, big deal. You're still an awesome, loving, caring person. Dyslexia doesn't change who you are."
"Yeah, I am a pretty awesome person." She laughed and so did I.
I don't think I have ever met someone as genuine as Allison Argent.
It's a wonder how creepy her mother and father are, I mean she didn't get anything from there genes.
She drove into the school parking lot and parked the car.
I said, while getting out of the car, "It's not you, it's others. They have words, and they like to throw them out. Those words hurt."
As we walked together, side by side, to the school building she said, "Well, I'm not gonna' be the one to say those words." I smiled at her and wondered, if her and Scott don't get married, I will!
"Lydia's here," I said, pointing behind us as the strawberry blonde walking our way.
After our greetings, Allison asked, "You really don't remember anything?"
"They called it a fugue state which is basically a way of saying we have no idea why you can't remember running through the woods naked for two days." We listened to her say as we walked up the school steps. "But, personally I don't care. I lost nine pounds." She said, striking a pose for us as I snorted and Allison let out a laugh.
"You sure you ready for this?" Allison asked, before we got into the school building.
"Please, it's not like my aunt's a serial killer." My eyes widened as I looked at Allison. She looked at me and just shook it off, as I wrapped an arm around the crook of hers. On to school, we go!
Eyes. Everywhere. Dear God, is this the Twilight Zone?
Usually the eyes were on Lydia like 'my god, who is the magnificent creature' but now they were like 'this bag of potatoes, it has been found!'
"Probably the nine pounds," I whispered, into Lydia's ear.
Lydia humphed, flicked her hair, and held her head up high as she walked down the halls of Beacon Hills.
That's a whole lotta' confidence for a girl strolling through the woods. Gotta' love Lydia Martin.
"…I couldn't tell who it was." I heard Scott say. I looked at them puzzled, and walked off the bleachers to Stiles and Scott.
"Tell who what was?" I intervened. I needed to know this too, alright!?
"There's another werewolf he – what are you wearing?" Uh – oh protective younger brother mode has been activated.
"A skirt…" I said slowly.
"Yes, why?! I thought I burned that when you bought it a week ago!" Stiles looked between us and then looked at my legs…his eyes trailing up. I automatically moved his head so that it was positioned to look at the field.
I could practically feel him blushing. Aw, so adorable.
"You did. I bought another one, different color. Scotty, it's a high low skirt, high in the front and low in the back. Deal with my sense of clothing! Anyway, another werewolf?" I asked, ending our argument.
Clearly I was the winner of this shindig. Shindig…I like that word. SHINDIG!
"Uh yeah, Scott smelled another werewolf in the locker room but he couldn't figure out who it was. How about getting them one – on – one? Would that help?" Stiles questioned, turning to look at Scott.
"Yeah," Scott nodded, glancing around everywhere – frantically.
"Okay, I think I got an idea." Stiles stated, before he ran off the other direction…IN ONE DIRECTION! Ha, see what I did there? I'm just so funny, aren't I?
"Why is Matt talking with Jackie?" I asked, suspiciously looking at the other bench full of players.
"Who?" Scott asked. I motioned to them with my head. I looked at Scott and I said, "I'm gonna' stalk Jackie today, okay?"
"Why? It's not like Derek gave him the bite." I shrugged.
"Just wanna' see what's goin' on," he looked at me with a raised eyebrow and I ignored it. I walked over to the speaking duo and sat down on the bleacher right in back of them.
SPYING ABBY HAS BEEN ACTIVATED!
"…something that can record in low light…all night long…" Jackson was saying.
"…are you recording?" Matt asked. I guess he asked what he was recording but I wouldn't know because this douche bag was right in front of me doing…JUMPING JACKS LIKE A MAD MONKEY!
He honestly sounded like he was dying…he was on his 14th one.
I walked away from them, Jackie needed a camera. A camera? Something that can record all night? Was he making a sex tape? With who? He's not with Lydia anymore…what is he was making a sex tape by himself?…
EW! OHMYGOD! MY MIND! EW! EW! EW! DELETE! DELETE! I HATE MY BRAIN!
I just knew I had to stalk Jackie even more now.
I walked back over to my boys to hear Scott say, "I hate playing goal."
"Remember when I said I had an idea? This is the idea."
"Oh,"
"There we go." Stiles exclaimed proudly. I chuckled, as I sat down next to Stiles.
"What's the idea?" BRO! I EVEN KNOW THE IDEA AND I DON'T PLAY LACROSSE!
"I seriously don't know how you survive without us sometimes." I muttered, making Stiles let out a laugh and drag Scott onto the field.
"Let's go! Line it up! Make daddy proud." I honestly wonder if Finstock takes something before he coached. Maybe he forgets his nutrients. Yeah, probably forgot to eat an orange or banana or a dick…wait…never mind.
So, there was Scott being goalie, kicking everyone's ass – sniffing them not so discreetly – as Finstock yelled at him to stop leaving his post, and possibly, flirting with Danny.
Armani. Danny always wears Armani and the way Scott sniffed him was clear that Scott knew he was wearing Armani.
Jackie…where are you going Jackie…
He came and sat down on the bench. GASP! Is he a werewolf? DETECTIVE SKILLS ACTIVATED!
I walked over to Jackie and sat next to him, much to his surprise. "Abby," he acknowledged, "…you're wearing a skirt."
"Why is that so hard to believe?!" I groaned. "I've worn dresses before, what's the difference between now and then!?"
"I wasn't really paying attention then. You look really…pretty."
Speechless.
Mind Blown.
Twilight Zoned.
Did Jackson Whittemore compliment me? Me? Abigail McCall? The one who almost stuffed crayons up his nose in kindergarten? The one who always threatens him that she'll cut off his balls and sell them on E-bay?
Well, this was new.
"…Thanks," I mumbled, not looking into his eyes. "Why are you sitting out and not getting annihilated by my bro?"
"I actually want to live and see my 18th birthday, don't think McCall's gonna' let that happen." I went to the beach with my friends, nothing special.
"Right," I drawled out when I saw Isaac being taken away by Papa Stilinski. I muttered, "What's going on?"
"You didn't hear?" Jackie asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Hear what?" I wondered.
"His father's dead, they suspect it's him. It makes sense, abusive father murdered by abused son." Abusive?! ISAAC WAS ABUSED!?
How could I have been so stupid? The black eyes were from his father. Wait, suspect!? They though Isaac killed him?! ISAAC!?
Jackie suddenly stood up, saying, "I gotta' change, I'll see you later."
I nodded, giving him a quick bye and ran over to where Stiles and Scott were. "Please don't tell me Isaac's the new pup." No answer.
I turn my head to look at Scott, nodding.
"And he's being taken away to a holding cell?" I turn to look at Stiles as he nodded. I sighed, "It's a full moon tonight."
"Yes." They both answered.
"Stiles," Scott intervened my questioning, "remember when I said I don't have the urge to maim and kill?"
"Yeah," Stiles answered.
"He does." We all looked at Isaac being escorted out of the field by the officers. I was beyond worried for him. Beyond!
I'm gonna' kill Derek.
"Why would Derek choose Isaac?" Scott asked, while we were in Harris' room.
Gonna' kill Derek, I will maim and kill him! God, is he stupid!? Isaac? An innocent teenager…like my brother…oh god. This is like history repeating. Hopefully he won't fall in love with an Argent.
"Peter told me that if the bite doesn't turn you, it'll kill you. Maybe teenagers have a better chance of surviving." Stiles elaborated. I sat alone because Jackie was in the office talking with Papa Stilinski.
"Doesn't being a teenager mean that your dad can't hold him?" I whisper/yelled.
Stiles turned around to face me, "Not unless they have solid evidence, or a witness." He immediately looked at the empty desk next to me and asked, anxiously, "Where's Jackson?"
"In the office, talking with your dad." I explained, writing down a couple of notes before looking up at him again.
"What? Why?" I sneered at him. For a dude who's the child of a police officer, he isn't the best detective.
"He lives right across the street from Isaac, dummy." I said, in a 'duh' tone. "He's a witness." I groaned, as I realized what I said.
"We need to get to the principals office." Stiles muttered.
"How?" Scott asked. I widened my eyes in excitement as I ripped a page out of my book and crumpled it up.
"Wait, what're you do-" too late Stiles! I threw the paper ball and it hit Harris square on the head.
There were a few people who chuckled and I ducked, writing down my notes so when he turned around and asked, menacingly, "Who in the hell did that?"
I sneakily looked up and saw Stiles and Scott pointing at each other.
HA! THAT FELT SO GOOD TO DO!
They were sent to the principals office – because of me. Man, I felt so school. However, now I had to continue my stalking of Jackie!
…how was I gonna' do that? I can't use the bathroom. Oh. Mah. Gerd. Thanks a lot Harris.
"So, what's the verdict?" I asked Stiles as we made our way to Spanish. Ew. Foreign languages, man they were so foreign.
"Gerard's the principal." That was his first sentence. A very blunt sentence, might I add.
"What?!" I exclaimed.
"Yeah, he's the principal now and he gave me his first detention." Ooh.
"That's brutal," I winced.
"I know," Stiles groaned, as I patted his back.
"Where's Scotty?"
"He went to go chase after Isaac, see if he could stop the cops before taking him to the cell."
"Alright then, we both know that's not gonna' happen. What about info from the Jackie – o – later?"
"He knew everything, Abs. Jackson knew that Isaac was being abused by his father and he didn't say anything." Stiles sighed, seemingly pissed of at Jackie.
"So, the dick that we knew just became ever more of a dick?"
Before he got a chance to answer, I heard a shrilling voice say, "What was that, Senorita McCall?" MRS. HERNANDEZ!
"Um, tacos?"
"…stay home the night." Well, I was gonna' do that anyway so no point – Jackie! I HAVE FOUND MY TARGET! HE HAS BEEN AQUIRED!
I turned a corner to see his back facing Lydia and I. She asked, with a sharp tongue, "What's tonight?"
"It's a full moon." I gaped as I listened to the words escape Jackie and I could practically see him satisfied smirk.
So, that meant that Derek lied to me? Derek knew where Jackie was and still lied. Derek gave him the bite even though he's already an arrogant ass., giving it to him would make him ever more of an ass.
Wow. And to think I believed Derek would've never been a dick to me.
I guess it wouldn't have been the first time I was wrong about things.
DundundunDUUUUUN! So, what does this mean for Abby's and Derek's relationship? She caught him lying to her. How many more 'secret agenda's' does he have hidden from her?
Oh, and note the One Direction reference in there. If you guys haven't listened to their new song, "Little Things" you should because it's a real tear jerker, like it did in fact make my eyes watery and made me cry a little because the message is just...beautiful.
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