I watch from my window as Scott goes with Stiles. I huff in annoyance, at once again being left behind by those two. I turn away from my window, and crawl under my plush lavender blanket. I love living with the McCall's but sometimes I really miss my family. I hug the wolf plushy my mother gave me all those years ago close to my chest, and let just a few tears slip out. Why did that argent bitch have to burn my house down with my family trapped inside? I close my eyes and try to get to sleep, but that idea is shattered when I hear a strange alpha howl long into the night.
The next morning I am up way too early after staying up way too late, and already have everything packed, and am waiting on the sidewalk for Stiles. Scott is moving around slowly in the house, but I feel antsy after that howl last night. Did anyone else hear it? Does anyone else even know what that means?I jump a little when Stiles pulls up in front of me.
"Hey there, Tilly, is Scott still sleeping?" he asks as I open the door and climb into the back.
"No he is almost ready. Did you guys go out to the preserve last night?" I ask him.
"Well yeah, but you can't tell anyone that Scott came with me. I told my dad I was alone when he caught me out there," he explains.
"So did you find anything interesting, or hear anything?" I ask him. I lean forward and rest my chin on the back of his seat. This close it is impossible too ignore how good he smells.
"No I got caught before we could find anything, but maybe Scott found something. He stayed there after I got hauled away," Stiles says smiling and waving as Scott finally comes out of the house.
"Stiles, why didn't you invite me? That really hurt my feelings ya know," I huff and flop back in the seat as Scott opens the door.
"I'm sorry Matilda, but I thought you were asleep," he says.
"Yeah, but be glad you didn't come. Some big animal friggin attacked me last night, and I think it was a wolf," Scott says with an annoyed huff, as he gingerly climbs into the jeep.
"You think it was a wlf that attacked you?" I ask him, leaning foreward as I smell the blood on him. It was a lot harder to smell it before, I just thought that Melissa put some bloody scrubs in the laundry or something.
"That is impossible, There have not been any wolves in california for many years," Stiles says in his know it all tone of voice that makes me grit my teeth in annoyance.
"For your information there is a pack in the area that rotates it's hunting grounds. It passes through beacon hills on its way from one to the other," I tell them both, and Scott looks a little hopeful.
"So then it could have been a wolf?" he asks.
"Sure why not, did it bite you?" I ask him curiously.
"Yeah, it left a pretty gnarly bite in my side. The thing must have been massive," he says. Stiles pulls into a parking spot, and we all get out. Stiles then demands to see the bite wound. When scott lifts his shirt to show off the bandage, I get a strong whiff of wolf from him, and close my eyes. So there was an alpha and it bit Scott last night. That is just awesome. Though judging by the scent he is not rejecting the bite like some do.
"Cool, what's it look like?" Stiles reaches for the bandage, only to stop when I slap the back of his head.
"That is very rude," I remind him. He gives me an annoyed look, but then he sees Lydia Martin arriving, and all other people on the planet cease to exist to him. I roll my eyes before heading inside. Scott doesn't take the oppurtunity to get away while Stiles is distracted. I hate that he worships the very ground that snobby red head walks on. I twirl a strand of my dark chaocolate hair around my finger and wonder why I still have not had a boyfriend. I detour into a gril's bathroom and study my reflection. My hair is down today and falls in waves to the top of my butt. I picked out a knee length dress to wear today, and feel very good about the state of my make up, and yet not a single boy has ever asked me out before. I smile at my reflection, and can't seem to see anything off putting.
"What are you doing?" I turn and see the one person I hate the most standing there and staring at me like I am crazy.
"I was trying to see why I am still sans boyfriend," I tell her honestly.
"It is because you are always hanging around Scott and that spastic boy. Anytime someone tries to approach you he glares daggers at them, and pulls your attention onto him. He makes others think you two are dating," she says, before disappearing into a stall. I stare blanking after her. Stiles? Has he really been doing that?
I hurry from the bathroom, and put the book I don't need for the first two classes away in my locker. So if he is so very into Lydia effing Martin, why would he act that way and keep ther boys away from me? I hurry to first period english with Scott and Stiles. I decide to sit behind Scott instead of behind Stiles this time. I scribble a quick note, and hand it to him.
'Does Stiles really scare other boys away from me?' I ask him. Scott reads it before writing an answer quickly and handing it back to me.
'Yes, all the time. Did you really not notice until today?' is his reply. I write out another question and hand it back. 'But why?'
He turns to face me, and his only answer for me is a shrug. "What are you too passing notes back and forth for? Class hasn't even started yet?" Stiles says in a stage whisper.
"Maybe I needed to talk to Scott about a very personel matter," I tell him, and rip up the note. He gets a hurt look in his eye, but I try to ignore it for now. I really need to figure a few things out.