I felt this weird pain my chest as I heard the sound of the tattooing gun switching on. I glanced away from the wall of art I'd been looking at to look at Scott and Stiles. Scott grinned at me, my heart fluttered. I'd spent practically every waking moment of my time over the summer with Scott and Stiles without incident. I had talked to Isaac a few times and helped him catch up on some school stuff. I even convinced Lydia to hang out with us a few times and hung out with her on our own a few times.
Allison had left for the summer, after having a breakdown and cry fest of apologies to me and Lydia, her and her Dad packed up some bags and took off to France. She was supposed to get back tonight, she and Lydia were going on a double date. I watched as Stiles fainted to the ground. I jerked him up, setting him on a bench and watching as Scott got to rings circled around his bicep.
We slid back in to Stiles' Jeep, he held an icepack to his head. I ruffled his hair.
"You gonna live or you need me to heal you?" I joked.
"I'll probably live." Stiles replied, small laugh.
"This kinda burns." Scott said, glancing at his gauze wrapped arm.
I pulled the bandage off with careful fingers and he gasped slightly in pain. The lines on his arm were gone, like he'd never gotten a tattoo in the first place.
"It healed." Scott pouted.
"Thank god, I hated it." Stiles said, voice low.
I wacked his shoulder.
"Sorry." He shrugged.
"Text Derek and ask him how to make it stay." I said. "Let's go, I've got curly fries to eat."
Stiles started his Jeep and we headed down the road. I glanced to the side and noticed Lydia's car. I saw Scott freeze in front of me. He hadn't spoken to Allison once since they broke up. I leaned up, waving at Lydia and Allison who were both frozen too. I saw Allison start to say something and Lydia went straight through the red light we were sitting at. The light turned green and Stiles took off.
"What are you doing?" Scott asked.
"Driving." Stiles replied.
"I don't want them to think we're following them." Scott responded.
"Don't worry, Lydia knows this is the only way to that sweet curly fry action." I patted Scott's shoulder.
"What do you want me to do?" Stiles asked.
"I don't know, anything." Scott suggested.
Stiles slammed on the breaks, causing me to jerk forward slightly.
"Rude!" I yelled.
Allison and Lydia came to a stop and then there was something running at their car and then there was screaming, lots of screaming. I pushed on Scott and Stiles to get out, we all ran over to them, both of them getting out of the car.
"Are you okay? Are you two okay?" I asked, grabbing them both and looking them over.
"I'm okay." Allison said.
"Well, I'm not, I'm totally freaking out!" Lydia rose her voice. "How in the hell did that just run in to us?"
Scott circled around the front of the car to look at the deer who had run itself in to Lydia's windshield.
"It just came at us, like it, like it was crazy." Lydia said, on the verge of tears.
"Or it was scared." I offered.
"More like terrified." Scott stated.
Allison and Lydia forced us to leave, Allison calling her father to pick them up and Lydia calling the police to have her car towed. Stiles and Scott dropped me off at home. I sorted out my school stuff and then slid in to bed. I woke the next morning, showering and grabbing a dress and sliding on a pair of booties. I skipped breakfast and headed to school. I parked and stood in front of the school waiting on the others. Scott pulled up on his bike and I walked over, leaning on the handlebars as he pulled his helmet off.
"Nice jacket." I said, fixing the collar.
"Nice dress." He replied.
It'd been four months and I'd be joking myself if I said he was over Allison but he seemed more… open to the fact that he was single. I still hadn't told Allison though Stiles was being overly annoying about my crush and so was Lydia who had finally caught on to who it was.
"I'll talk to you later, I've gotta go find Lydia." I said, patting his shoulder.
I turned and walked in to the school. I tapped a foot on the ground slightly harder than normal, tracing where Lydia was. I'd been developing my magic more and more over the summer. My father stayed home more often and had helped me but since it re-elections were next month, he was pretty busy and rarely home. I walked in to a conversation as I saw Lydia at Allison's locker.
"Tons and tons of freshmen." Lydia said, waggling a finger.
"You mean boys." Allison stated, looking at her flabbergasted
"They're like 14, Lyds." I said, coming up behind them.
"Eh, some more mature than others." She said.
"You know, it's okay to be single, focus on yourself for a little while." Allison replied.
"Allison. I love you." Lydia said. "But can we not do that thing where we talk about me when we're actually talking about you but I don't want a boyfriend, I want a distraction."
I watched her eyes roam the crowd, hand leaned up against the lockers.
"What are you looking at?" I asked.
"Options." She replied.
She'd felt off to me lately, almost like there was a supernatural feeling about her but I couldn't place it and I figured it was just a side effect of being bitten by Peter. I watched as her eyes stopped moving and I glanced down the hallway, two boys were walking through and they were twins who were dressed pretty much exactly alike.
"Don't get any ideas." I nudged Lydia.
As they passed by, both had smug grins on their faces and I felt a shiver run down my spine. Werewolves. I muttered under my breath and then I went to class, plopping down in front of Stiles. It was rare that me, him, Scott, Allison and Lydia would all have a class together. Allison awkwardly sat down in front of Scott and I shrugged. Everyone's phones began to buzz.
"The offing was bared by a black bank of clouds and the tranquil waterway leading to the utter most ends of the Earth flowed somber under an overcast sky – seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness." A voice said, heels clicking on the floor.
I glanced up, noticing our teacher walk in the room, I felt something. It wasn't supernatural but it was off, something about her was off for me. Maybe she was like Marin or Deaton.
"This is the last line to the first book we are going to read and it is also the last text you will read in this class. Phone's off everyone." She announced.
I slid my phone in to my bag, the sound shut off. She handed back papers to through the rows, an introductory paper for her to learn names. I filed mine out and I glanced over, watching Allison pass a note to Scott. I felt my heart swell. I noticed someone walk in to the room, leaning over to our teacher.
"Mr. McCall." She said.
Scott stood up, glancing at me and Stiles and walked out the room with Ms. Blake following him. I turned to Stiles.
"What's that about?" I asked.
"I'm sure we'll find out in a few minutes." He replied, pointing at the clock above.
I went back to my worksheet and Stiles was saying something to Lydia behind me when I heard it. A splat. I looked over and a black mass was coming towards the windows. Suddenly glass was shattering and birds were flying in to the room. Everyone started to scream. Stiles covered Lydia and I went under my seat, grabbing Allison and placing her head against my chest to cover her.
Ms. Blake screaming for everyone to get down. Suddenly it stopped, everyone starting to stand. Dead crows covered the room, everyone looked terrified. With shaky hands, I called 911, going to Ms. Blake to let her know. Soon enough an ambulance showed up as did the Sheriff and two or three parents, including Allison's dad. I excused myself, calling Scott to tell him. He answered, telling me about Isaac.
I didn't bother to tell anyone else, I headed towards the hospital. I walked inside and started towards the elevator. A women slid in after me. She leaned over to press the button and that's when I felt it. She was a werewolf too. I looked at her and she smiled at me, her eyes bright and brilliant red. I felt it then, a sharp pain in the side of my throat and that's when I felt everything go black.