This is my first story and I know that it is probably not brilliant but please be kind. I have written this chapter and have a few more already planned but I don't know if anyone will enjoy this story so please review if you want me to continue.
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf.
I could hear my brother next door as he thundered around his room doing who knows what. I was trying to get to sleep despite my nerves for the first day back at school.
Suddenly I jumped as I heard a scream outside and I jumped out of bed and ran to the window. Looking out I could see Scott talking to Stiles who seemed to have been attempting to climb into the house.
Listening out the window, I hear Stiles saying that some joggers had found half a body in the woods and that his dad had gone to investigate. Immediately I saw where this was going, and soon my fears were confirmed as Scott and Stiles set off to find the body. I had learnt long ago that it was not worth trying to stop them, and all I could hope was that they managed to not be killed by the murderer that was roaming around.
I got back into my bed as I picked up the book I was reading before I tried to sleep. I was trying to not think about the next day at school, and the danger my idiot brother and his idiot best friend had put themselves in. The distraction didn't work, so I gave up and headed downstairs to watch tv.
A few hours later I awoke on the couch as the front door opened and closed and I saw Scott head instead drenched to the bone and bleeding. Horrified I jumped up and rushed over to him.
"What happened," I asked concerned
"Nothing," he said brushing passed me
"Something happened" I replied "your bleeding
"I think I got bit by something it's no problem."
"Let me at least look at it" I replied
"I'm fine" he replied, annoyed "I just need to get to bed."
He rushed upstairs, and I sank into a chair in the kitchen. When we were little my brother, and I were very close however we drifted apart until we barely talked to each other. I miss the relationship we used to have and often feel jealous of his relationship with Stiles. However, I will never admit that to anyone. The three of us used to tell each other everything, and then my dad left me, and Scott dealt with it in different ways. Stiles and Scott became closer, and I withdrew spending less time with them. While this was my fault, I feel that they could have tried to support me and realise that I was struggling; however, they were too caught up in their own lives to care. By the beginning of Sophomore year, we lived separate lives.
I got up and headed upstairs. There was no point in dwelling on the past, and I had a new school year to feel anxious about.
I wake up the next morning when my alarm goes off and fall straight back to sleep. My second alarm then goes off, and I try to bury myself deeper into my bed.
"Breakfast" my mom calls from downstairs. She had the night shift last night and will be going to sleep as soon as Scott and I leave the house.
I get dressed, which is stressful as I try and work out which clothes will reduce my anxiety about going into school. My attempt is to be comfortable in what I am wearing but also fit in. My mom stands at the kitchen counter and hands me my bowl of oats as she does every morning and watches over my shoulder as I add honey to the oats. I sit down next to my brother, who is racing to eat his cereal. He jumps up, calling goodbye to Mom as he heads out to his bike. I hate cycling and prefer to walk the short distance to school. As I head out, I call goodbye to Mom, wishing her a good day's sleep.
I arrive at school and head to my locker. As I walk down the corridor, I keep my head down and hurry to my first class. I try to breathe slowly, but the rush of people feels overwhelming, especially after the holidays, which were blissfully free of. I immediately head to the back of the class where I don't have to worry about teenagers giggling about problems with the latest from the Kardashians. However, this will overwhelm my thoughts as I stupidly believe that they are laughing at me and will try to work out why they are laughing at me.
My teacher mentioned the body Stiles and Scott went searching for last night. Still, I focus on the syllabus as I start to pen the dates of upcoming tests into my diary. I look up as the principal walks into the class, followed by a pretty brunette who is introduced as Allison. I watch as she takes a seat at the open desk behind Scott who turns around in his chair and hands her a pen. I try to catch his eye to work why he did this, but he just turns around.
After the lesson, I run to catch up with Scott, and I ask, "Why did you give the new girl a pen."
"No reason" he answers me as he looks over my shoulder
"But." I try to reply
"Look" he cuts me off "it's just none of your business okay."
He turns to open his as I turn away tears stinging my eyes. As I walk away, I see Lydia approach Allison and is quickly followed by Jackson, who sneers at me as I walk past. I hurry up as I head to my spot in the library. I struggle not to cry as I sit down in the same place I sit in every day and open my book. I spend the next hour reading until the peace is interrupted by two girls who sit at the desk next to mine.
"Did you see how he caught every ball?" the one said as I tried to block them out
"I thought Scott McCall was unless" my head snapped up as the other's answer. What my brother is good at is lacrosse. I mean he didn't suck; usually, he struggled to keep up with the team.
Their voices fade into the background as I carry on reading, but I can't help but think that Scott couldn't just get that good quickly.
I close my book and pack up before heading to work. Both Scott and I work at the animal shelter, and we usually have different sheets, but as Alan had to go into the big city about an hour's drive from Beacon Hills, he asked both of us to do the evening routine of feeding the animals and closing up the practice.
I arrive before Scott and start to feed the animals. When he arrives, he closes the main shop up, and as I'm going to feed the birds, I catch him removing the dressing from his side. As he turns to examine it, I see that there is no wound and I presume that the large dressing was my brother being a drama queen.
I go to feed the birds however I hear a considerable racket coming from around the corner, and I arrive to find Scott backing out of the cats room.
"What did you do?'' I say probably more annoyed than I should be given I don't know what happened, but I am still upset at his earlier comments.
"Nothing" he replied defensively, "I think they just don't like me can you feed them tonight
I nod, and he heads out of the cat clinic. There is a knocking at the main door, but Scott answers it, and I see Allison crying at the door. I know Scott will call me if I'm needed, so I carry on feeding the cats. Allison pops her head around the door and says
"Scott suggested that you may have a spare change of clothes that I can borrow."
I freeze, not because I don't have a spare pair of clothes or that I don't want her to borrow them, but I worry that she may judge my choice of clothes.
"Of course" I reply, "let me just get them."
I pull the cloth out of my bag and leave her to change. I join Scott in the room with the injured dog and ask
"Is it okay."
"Yup" he replied, "she just needs a splint."
I'm about to point out that I can do a splint when Allison returns
"Thanks for doing this," she said, "I feel really stupid".
"How come?" my brother asks all concerned
"I don't know. Cause I freaked out like a total girl." She replied
"That not a bad thing" I butt into the conversation then panic realising that I may have sounded too aggressive "Sorry."
Allison replied as Scott glared at me "I freaked out like a girly girl, and I'm not a girly girl."
I hold my tongue as Scott sends me a warning look. I tend to get work up when people use girly as a negative adjective. Scott says that I get too emotional and shouldn't push my beliefs on people. I would love to stand up for gender equality and other issues whether or not it upsets people because my anxiety kicks in and I keep my mouth shut and tune out their conversation as I carefully pick up the dog from the exam table and carry her over to the kennels.
"Will you finish locking up" I call out as I grab my bag and umbrella and head out
"Yup" Scott replies, and I head out into the rain.
I headed to the lacrosse pitch after school the next day to watch the tryout for the team. I didn't feel like going, but I knew that I had to stop avoiding social events, or I would never make any friends. Avoidance had become my best practiced skill. As I walked to the pitch, I saw Scott and Jackson talking just ahead of me. I slowed down and moved into one of the corridors where they couldn't see me. Jackson made me anxious as he liked to make comments that were typically aimed to make others laugh at me. Scott seemed confused as he said
"My mom does all the grocery shopping."
I was confused but Jackson seemed to get angrier "Now, listen, McCall - You're gonna tell me exactly what it is and who you're buying it from because there's no way in hell you're out there kicking ass on the field like that without some sort of chemical boost."
Drugs, he thinks Scott was on drugs, but Scott would never take drugs. Then again, Scott had been really secretive recently and had been sneaking around at night. I focus on the conversation again to hear Scott say;
"I can see, hear, and smell things that I shouldn't be able to see, hear, and smell. I do things that should be impossible, I'm sleepwalking three miles into the middle of the woods, and I'm pretty much convinced that I'm totally out of my freaking mind!"
Jackson obviously doesn't accept the answers and replies
"You think you're funny - Don't you, McCall? I know you're hiding something. I'm gonna find out what it is. I don't care how long it takes."
As he walks away, I rush up to Scott
"What's going on," I ask him quickly "Are you taking drugs."
"No" he shrugs off the question off and starts to walk towards the pitch
"You can tell me anything" I plead "and because drugs are not worth it."
"I'm not taking drugs," he says angrily
"Then tell me what's going on" I reply
"Just leave me alone," he said, "I'm fine."
I fall back and leave him to walk towards the pitch. It hurts that our relationship has come to this and I know that I am partly to blame, but I feel so betrayed by the fact that he gave up on me so quickly. I had withdrawn from everyone in our Freshman year as I struggled with my anxiety. But he just gave upon us and our relationship. Anyway, I gave up on going to the tryouts opting instead to go to my trusty spot in the library.
When I arrived home that day Scott was getting ready for the party with the help of Mom
"Hey Susan" she greeted me
"Hi" I replied
"You going to the party tonight," she asked
"No," I say setting my bag down on the floor
"Why not" she's looking at me in the way that I know means she wants me to go. She carries on "You can't keep avoiding socialising. You could make a friend if you go."
I sigh, knowing that I am fighting a losing battle. My mom is amazing but doesn't really understand how difficult socialising is for me. But she is trying to help, and I worry that she will resent me if it looks like I'm not trying to make friends.
"Okay" I relent
"Great" she looks excited "Scott can take you."
"But Mom" Scott moans "I have a date."
"Yes, well, you are just giving your sister a lift."
"Fine" Scott said with a roll of his eyes
As soon we got to the party Scott and Allison disappeared, and I wandered to the back garden as the party carried on around me. I looked around, hoping to find anyone that I may be able to talk to, but everyone was in groups, drinking or dancing. I had never drank alcohol. The fear of losing control and embarrassing myself was just too large to take that risk.
I hear a dog barking and look over to the gate. I walked over to it and petted it through the bars. It seemed to enjoy the attention, so I let myself through the gate and walked around the corner.
The dog followed, and I sat down on the floor.
"Hey," I murmured, "How are you doing, the music is too loud. I don't enjoy it either. Your company was much more enjoyable. I don't have to worry about what you think about me as long as I scratch you behind the ears. When I hang out with people, my age and I can't seem to get it out of my mind that they are judging me. Every laugh makes me panic that they are laughing at me. It feels that no one understands. My mom tries to understand, but she doesn't seem to understand that it's not just something to get over. It affects my every waking thought."
The dog barked, and I fell silent as I glanced around, making sure that no one was listening to my confession. I thought I saw a shadow just around the corner, but when I glanced back, it had disappeared, and I thought that I probably imagined it. The dog just lays happily on my lap as I scratch his belly. I know that I have all evening before I have a good excuse to bail.
Suddenly, I heard Stile
"Yo, Scott, you good?"
I jumped up and rushed out of my hideaway and followed Allison into the house. I saw as Scott jumped into Mom's car and drove away. I stopped next to Allison and asked
"Where's he going?"
"No idea" she replied
Suddenly a voice behind us spoke up "Allison, Susan. I'm a friend of Scott's. My name's Derek. I can give you a lift home."
"Thanks so much," Allison said relieved as she followed him to his car.
I paused, unsure whether I could trust him. Then I realised that I wouldn't know if Scott made a new friend, so I had to presume he was telling the truth, especially as it was my only way home.
I got into the car.