After I ran off from Stiles, I stole, borrowed, his Jeep and went to Derek's place. On the way there, I just kept thinking about tonight. Tonight was going to be the night that I got to see Luca again. I was going to see him tonight during the game. I planned everything out in my head: Stiles would be playing, the roof, seven o' clock.
I parked the car in front of the apartment complex and jogged inside. Maybe Derek had answers as to what I am.
"Hey." I said, dropping my bag on the table.
"Hey. Where were you last night?"
"So, that's partially why I am here. I need your help."
"I do, too." As he said that I felt a sharp pain in my neck. I swung my arm behind me hoping to hit someone's jaw. Instead, I fought the air. The world spun around me and my legs went out below me and I fell into a rock hard abdomen. Derek .
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"Hey, look who is up." My eyes fluttered open, a black ceiling being my first sight. I sat up from the leather seat. I looked at the school in front of us.
"What. The. Hell." I grit through my teeth, "That is the second time today I have passed out."
"I'm sorry. I knew you wouldn't come willingly, so I kidnapped you."
"Oh how kind." The sarcasm ripped through my teeth, "How come you needed to kidnap me?"
"Well two things… One, Scott needs to see how strong Liam is now. And he wants to see if he can use you as bait against Liam."
"Oh I'm glad I've updated from cousin to bait. Thank you, Derek. Thank you so much. I really do appreciate it."
"You get to piss off Liam."
"What are we waiting for?" I winked and hopped out the car. We entered the school, Derek carrying a lacrosse stick. Immediately went to the boys' locker room.
"Why are we here?"
"Liam is lifting and will be here any second."
"And how do you know this?" He didn't say anything and just pointed to his ears, suggesting super wolf hearing.
"Scott over here." Scott showed up in front of us in an instant.
"You guys know the plan?" Scott asked us. Derek nodded and I shook my head vigorously.
"Just piss him off. Can you break a lacrosse stick?" Scott asked me.
"If he pisses me off enough."
"He's here." Derek whispered. He pulled me around the corner and Scott went into coaches office. Liam threw open the door angrily and threw his red and black duffel bag on the bench. He looked in the mesh locker in front of him, "What the hell? Where's my stick?" He looked around, hoping to find it. I heard Scott open coaches door, then Derek pushed me out from around the corner.
"Hi Liam." I grinned at him, toying with the lacrosse stick in my hand.
"Lexa, you are so conniving. My life was so much better without you. That restraining order still stands you know. I could have the cops here in a second."
"Oh," I chuckled a little, "Then you obviously don't know who my boyfriend is. Stiles Stilinski, the sheriff's son. I have a question. Does a restraining order count if I snap the victim's personal property? Is this yours?" I snapped the stick in half, making him flinch.
"Yeah, it does bitch." I threw the halves to his feet. His eyes turned to a bright yellow. He rushed toward me when I hit the lockers, a coarse hand covering my throat making it impossible to breathe. I looked into his green eyes, pissed. He reached for my boot and grabbed the single dagger. He took me off the lockers and put me against him, facing an angry Liam. The sharp blade pressed against my skin so hard it drew blood.
"Let. Her. Go." Liam enunciated every word, a growl followed each syllable.
"Liam, run." I whispered, not being able to raise my voice any louder.
"I said let her go!" He roared. Liam charged us. Derek dropped me and the blade and pushed Liam against the beige lockers. I grasped my neck and breathing heavily.
"Liam." Scott finally appeared.
"You're right. He is angry and you can use Alexa to your advantage."
"No. No. No one will being using Alexa." I said, finally found the strength to stand.
"This one's yours." Scott tossed Liam his real lacrosse stick.
"Derek! What the hell!" I yelled at them, just as the school bell rung.
"Get to class, Liam." Scott said quickly.
"Why doesn't she need to?" Liam pointed to me.
"Because I'm smart." I tapped my temple. He walked past me, but kicked my knees so I fell on the cold, concrete floor. I immediately jumped up and ran to him before a large force stopped me and covered my mouth. I surrendered and he let go. I stood up straight as Scott sighed heavily.
"You aren't actually dating Stiles, are you?"
"What would you do if I said yes? No, I am not dating Stiles." That's when I noticed the almost faded pink scratch on his collar bone.
"What happened? I asked, pulling back his button up.
"Nothing."
"Why is everyone being so secretive? Stiles, Derek, you. Why can't anyone tell me?" Then it hit me, "I hurt you?"
"Not that bad, it's already healing. See?"
"Yeah, but Stiles won't heal." I ran out of the locker room to Econ, my next class. I opened the wooden door, Stiles was the first person I saw. He sat straight up and readjusted when I took the only open seat, behind to him. He took out a bunch of pictures. Stiles didn't even acknowledge my presence, no 'Hey how are you?' or 'Please don't run out of Econ because of me.' i felt something brush my leg. I reached down and grabbed a hand that held a note. Stiles' hand. I held his dry hand, hoping he didn't let go. Just the touch of him gave me warm fuzzies inside. I grabbed the note and let go.
Please don't be mad at me. I am not mad at you. Not in the slightest. We are going to figure out what you are. I understand more than anyone how a full moon impacts someone. Just know that I am here if you need someone to talk to. Please don't run out on me again.
A smile came across my face, reaching my eyes. My idiotic glee was interrupted by, "Stilinski!" Coach Finstock slapped a lacrosse stick on Stiles's desk, "If I could grade you on how profoundly you disturb me, you would be an A plus student." Stiles' arm hung next to his seat. I could tell he was a bomb about to explode, so I reached below my desk and laced our fingers together. His shoulders relaxed and drooped enough that I could see the morbid pictures on his desk.
"Thanks, Coach." Stiles responded. He squeezed my hand, it sent butterflies through me.
"Put those pictures away." Coach tapped Siles' desk once more. Stiles squeezed my hand one last time before letting go. He grabbed onto the lacrosse stick Coach held.
"Lexa. Look." Stiles said. He pulled off the white rubber that protected the end of the stick. Stiles held one of the disgusting pictures next to it. The shape of the lacrosse stick and on the picture were a perfect match.
"Perfect match." I said looking over his shoulder. He turned to Scott, I hadn't even seen him walk in.
"It's a lacrosse player." Stiles told him.
"The killer is on our team." Scott said.
"Alexa and I will search the equipment. You go tell my dad."
"Why me? Oh." Scott realized. I glared at him begging me not to leave him in there alone with me. I didn't want to hurt him. Not Stiles.
"She stole my car. Which I am going to need back."
"Yeah, I was going to give it to you, but someone asked Derek to kidnap me." I glared at Scott again. The bell interrupted our conversation, signaling the end of school. Stiles packed up his gruesome picture and grabbed my hand. He dragged me to Coach's office. He started to look at the bottom of lacrosse sticks, throwing each failure on Coach's' desk.
"Stiles, I know you didn't drag me in here to help you." Stiles dropped the lacrosse stick he was holding.
"Nope. I wanted to talk to you, but not until you said something."
"I read your note. I know that I can always come to you, but I need to know you will come to me." he walked closer to me and grabbed both of my hands, interlocking them with mine. I smiled at him and laughed.
"I will. I just don't want you to run out on me again and commit a federal crime."
"I am sorry ran out on you. I guess just the thought of me hurting you scared me. How is it feeling?"
"Not great. But it's okay. My best friend has been a werewolf for four years. Sometimes we lose people, and that hurts. I know how to take a little pain."
"Look, I need to go see an old friend before the game. Can I trust that you have this handled?"
"Can I trust you won't hurt anyone?" I nodded and walked out of the office. I headed straight for the parking lot, knowing that is where Liam was going. Although I hate him, I can't have kill Brett Talbot. When I got to the main hall, I already saw Mason trying to restrain Liam.
"Brett!" Liam screamed, I sprinted.
"Oh god," I got in front of Liam and put my hand on his chest, "Liam let me handle this I swear to god, Liam." Brett got off the bus, looking even hotter than last time. Damn. He eyed Liam and I and smirked. Ew, hell no. He caught me off guard. Liam pushed me off him and walked over to Brett.
"I just wanted to say…" Liam started, I thought something sarcastic and stupid.
"That Alexa and I are together, so if you do anything stupid, you will have to go through me." I smiled and grabbed liam's hand. Oh god. Blood. He was about to attack Brett. Brett started laughing.
"That's cute ,Liam. Really. You have Alexa protecting you."
"Oh Brett, you see I've changed. Alot. Last I remember I should be saying that to you. You were the nerd in grade school that everyone stole homework from. The nerd that always won-"
"Sorry pumpkin, I'm talking to Liam. Not to a little princess gone bad."
"Please, have a civilized conversation, the second you say something that makes me want to punch you, I will." I let go of Liam's hand and walked over to Scott and Stiles. I showed them my bloody hand.
"We need to get Liam." They both nodded and we headed over to Liam and his adversaries.
"Whoa whoa, let's go." Scott said, grabbing Liam and pulling him to the showers.
"Hi, Brett. How are you? If you hurt Liam I will break you in half. Okay? Okay! Ta-ta!" I said in a really girly, high pitched voice. I sprinted to the bathroom where I knew I would find a fully shifted Liam, "Liam! Hey look at me, okay? You need to calm down. You destroyed Coach's car. So what? It was for good reason. You punched Hayden and I? We healed. The past is in the past it's forgiven. What you do now won't be." I yelled at him. Scott and Stiles had him pinned under running water in an attempt to calm him. They let go of him after his fangs disappeared.
"That car you smashed, I thought you said it was your teacher's. " Scott finally broke the silence..
"He was also my coach. He benched me the entire season." Liam responded.
"What did you do?" Scott asked.
"I got a couple red cards."
"Just a couple?" Stiles finally spoke up.
"Be honest, Liam," I chimed in, "Tell them what else happened."
"Nothing happened, Lex. I got kicked out of school. They sent me to a psych eval."
"What did they call it?" Scott asked quietly.
"Intermittent Explosive Disorder."
"I.E.D.? Your are a walking I.E.D.?That's great. You gave superpowers to a walking timebomb." Stiles gave Scott a thumbs up.
"Did they give you anything?"
"Risperdal."
"It's an antipsychotic." I said.
"Oh this just keeps getting better."
"I don't take it."
"Obviously."Stiles said.
"I can't play lacrosse on it. It makes me too tired."
"Okay." Scott told him, "I think you should be bail on the game. Tell Coach your leg is still hurting."
"He's gonna say no." I whispered to Stiles.
"No, no!" Liam yelled, I high fived Stiles, "I can do this."
"Liam, no. This is just a scrimmage." I said, "Stiles, can I talk to you in Coach's office please."
I led him into Finstock's office and shut the door behind him. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"
"I need to know that you are." I grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it up. I took the bandage off and looked at the three bloody claw marks, "Have you put anything on this since this morning?"
"No."
"Stiles! You need to tend to this. This could get infected. You're not supernatural. You need to treat this like you are human, because you are."
"That's what makes it hurt more. I can't heal like you."
"Take off your shirt." I commanded. He did so as I got new gauze and hydrogen peroxide, "I never wanted this. If I could be human I would chose it in an instant."
"I've never told anyone, but on Homecoming night, the night Lydia got her powers, Peter asked me if I wanted the bite. I said no."
"Did he hurt you?"
"No." He hissed through his teeth as I touched his skin with the hydrogen peroxide.
"Sorry."
"It's fine, I just wish I did because then I wouldn't feel so weak."
"Stiles. You are one of the strongest people I know. I don't care that you are human. You are Stiles."
"Being Stiles sucks sometimes."
"Shut up." I wrapped the new gauze around his torso. I finished taping it up when Stiles grabbed my hand. His grip was gentle, but firm, "Stiles, you need to back out of the game."
"Why? There is a murderer on the field."
"There are also people with superhuman strength."
"A lacrosse field is the only place I feel superhuman."
"I rather you be hurt by me on accident than be in a cast." I looked at the clock nearby, 6:45. Almost time.
"I am going to play."
"Fine, don't hurt yourself." I walked out of the office, then I felt someone grab my wrists. They wrapped their hand around my mouth.
"Don't say anything." Liam. I nodded my head in reassurance. He pulled me over to the showers and let go of my hand, "Did you really mean it when you said you forgave me?"
"Well I would if I got an apology."
"I'm sorry."
"Good. Take out your phone."
"Why?"
"Text Hayden and apologize."
"What! No! I do not have a death wish."
"Then goodbye and good luck, Liam."
"Wait! I have been a jackass to you not her. Please just forgive me."
"No. Sure, I have to see you everyday, but I could cover up my jaw, she couldn't cover up her nose."
"I couldn't cover mine either!"
"Liam! Why are you so selfish? I knew you were an I.E.D. before the restraining order. That didn't stop me, us, from beating the shit out of you. Text her. I will have her call me when she gets an apology. Then, and only then, will you be forgiven." I stormed out of the locker room. 7:56. I needed to get to the roof. I sprinted toward the door labeled 'ROOF'. I swung open the door and began to climb the silver ladder. A cold breeze brushed through my hair. I slowly walked toward the edge of the building. I reached the short wall when I heard the same door I came through open
"Lexa! No!" Stiles screamed, his voice hoarse. A gleam from the cement below shone into my face. I didn't want but I had to, for Luca. I have been thinking a lot about him lately and what he would say if he saw me right now. He'd be pissed. He'd be mad for making so many promises, and not saying goodbye. But this meant that I couldn't go to Mexico again, I couldn't go if I chose live either. "This is my heritage. I'm sorry."
"Lex, please don't. I don't give a shit about your past okay? I only care about what is happening right now. And I hate what's happening right now." Stiles screamed, worried.
"I'm so sorry, Stiles." I whispered, my eyes blurry. I heard screams of protest when I shut my eyes tight and let the wind go through my hair as I fell. I hit the cold, hard ground.
AN: Hey guys! I cried while writing this chapter! I hope you enjoyed it because I know some scary things happened. You will just have to read to see how Stiles takes it! Please fav, follow, review!
Love, Z!
