Chapter VIII: The Teamwork
"Emory? Emory?" said Stiles quietly to his cousin. She was curled up, in her bed, and under the covers. However, it was 7:40 and homeroom started at 7:45.
"Emory," he stated a little louder.
Stiles had figured she would have stayed the night at Derek's. Stiles was insanely happy to see that she was indeed safe and unharmed. But still, slightly confused about here whereabouts because of how they ended it last night.
Stiles looked around the room before eyeing what he need.
BOOM
Emory had completely awoke on account of her astronomy textbook being dropped on the hardwood floor next her bed.
Before she had processed what she was doing, however, she had her hands around Stiles throat and her eyes glowed blue.
She blinked and her eyes returned to normal as she released Stiles.
"Oh, my god." Emory covered her mouth with her hands.
"I see your powers are working just fine."
"I am so sorry, Stiles."
"Derek must have knew what he was doing."
"No," Emory frowned as memories from last night flooded in. "He didn't."
Stiles looked at her, confused.
"Still no claws and teeth," she put up her hands.
"Well, no time to waste pondering. We are late for homeroom."
"You actually care about getting to school on time?" Emory questioned in disbelief.
Stiles seemed at a loss for words, while Emory lost all seriousness.
"Is this because a certain red head is on the morning announcements discussing Saturdays game?" Emory joked light-heartedly.
"Oh, shut up." Stiles said quickly while shoving Emory out the door.
It was hard for Emory to think of geometry when she had just learned that she had the power to break her fellow classmates' bodies in half.
Especially when Scott and Stiles kept asking for specifics about last night.
"So are you going to Derek's after school to see if you can figure out the rest of your powers?" whispered Stiles from the desk behind her. Stiles earned a glare from the teacher.
"No, I do not think I will be seeing Derek any time soon," Emory whispered in return as the teacher turned his back towards the chalk board.
"That's my cousin," Stiles triumphed a little too loudly as the teacher turned back around. "I knew he wouldn't be any help," he whispered.
"What happened between you two?" Scott questioned during lunch.
"Me," Stiles ignored Scott's question with a mouthful of mac and cheese. "On the other hand would be a great teacher. I already have some ideas."
"Really?" confirmed Emory, completely aware that she was ignoring Scott's question.
"Meet me on the Lacrosse field during 8th." Both Scott and Emory nodded and both a weary of what Stiles had in mind.
"Okay," Stiles put both hands out. "Now, stand right there." Stiles talked as if he were training to puppies how to stay. "And stay." There is was.
"Stiles," both Emory and Scott started.
"I am going to throw these at you guys," he said ignoring the two werewolves by picking up a rubber ball with his lacrosse stick.
"Because that's gonna feel like a nice pillow to the stomach," Scott whimpered.
"Exactly," Stiles smiled.
"You guys do understand that we don't know if I can heal, right?" I raised my eyebrows at the pair.
Stiles just cradled the lacrosse ball.
"I guess this is better than Derek's way," Emory whispered under her breadth.
"What did he try?" Scott said. Stupid super sighed.
"Nothing," Emory shook her head. "Just hit me already."
"That's what she said," Stiles smirked before chucking the lacrosse ball at Scott's stomach.
"Stay calm." Stiles raised his pointer finger at his friend as I would to Casper. "Your turn, Emory."
Emory linked her hands behind her back and attempted to let herself get hit with a lacrosse ball. The first ten tries wee fails as Emory had instinctually caught the lacrosse ball with her bare hands. Emory's eyes had only changed once and that had come from the pain and speed of catching the balls.
"How come we are forcing Emory into changing while I have to learn not to change?" Scott pouted. "It's unfair."
Stiles shook his head. "For now, we are going to focus on Scott because control is better than no control."
Emory huffed although she couldn't help but agree.
Emory ran home from school. Yes, it was a long way but she had finished her homework so she was able to leave her backpack in her locker.
She wore gym shorts and a t-shirt to school so she was already in work out clothes. The issue was her sandals. When she got about a mile from school and was surrounded by neighborhoods, she removed her sandals and started to run barefoot.
Emory loved the feeling of her bare feet slapping against the pavement. The pavement felt warm under her dry feet.
A car slowly drove past her. Stopped and then reversed. Emory stopped moving and waited for the car to stop next to her.
A man in his forties sat from inside the car. He had piercing blue eyes and grey hair.
"Do you need a ride?" He asked.
Emory practically smelled danger. Or literally.
"I think you go to school with my daughter," the man said when Emory did not reply. "Her name is Alison. She is new."
"I am new as well," Emory said simply. "From New York."
"Why the change in scenery?"
"My parent's death," she said darkly. No matter who this man was, Emory could sense she wanted him nowhere near him.
"I'm sorry," the man nodded.
"I don't know your daughter," Emory continued. "I might have heard of her, though."
"Are you sure you don't need a ride?"
Emory squinted at the man. "Yes, thank you," she said tightly.
The man nodded in goodbye and pulled further down into the neighborhood.
Emory quickened her pace the rest of the way back to her cousin's house.