I felt as if shooting myself in the head wouldn't be too bad of an idea in biology. The teacher's voice was dull, as he rambled on and on about the things I already knew. I glanced over at Allison, thinking about what happened in the woods. 'I bet she had no clue what happened.' I thought. I ripped a piece of paper out of my notebook, scribbling a note to her. "Do you know what happened yesterday- out in the woods?" I folded it up, tossing it in her direction when the teacher had turned around to write something on the board. She glanced down at the paper, grabbing it off the floor before looking up at me. I watched, as she turned around and unfolded the note, reading over it. She glanced back at me for a moment with a confused expression before scribbling on the paper and passing it back to me. I opened it to read what she'd wrote. "You mean how Derek tried to break into my house?" I narrowed my eyes at the paper. "No- I mean about the rest of your family trying to kill Erica." I wrote, before passing the paper back to her. I watched her read it. She sat up for a moment, stiff and rigid, before responding to what I'd written. She passed me the note, and I hurried to unfold the paper and read what she wrote. "What? What happened? No one told me they'd attacked Erica. I didn't go straight home- I was with Scott for the most part. But the minute I walked through the door they told me we were going after Derek. But no one said anything about Erica."
I looked up at her, as she glanced back at me. "No, it happened before that- earlier in the day. They shot her with an arrow." I wrote, before sending the note her way. I decided it would be best if I left out the fact that Erica had also been shot with a wolfs bane bullet. They didn't know I had stolen the rest of them- and I'd like to keep it that way. Eventually they would realize that they were missing- but they wouldn't know it was me. I watched as she stiffened for a moment. Then she crumpled up the note, and stuffed it in her pocket. After biology, was gym. As I walked to my locker to grab my gym bag, I thought about the conversation Allison and I had had during class. Her family hadn't even told her the whole truth. They'd decided to leave out the fact that they'd tried to kill Erica. I reached my locker, opening it and grabbing my bag before heading to the gym.
As I walked into the gym, I noticed the coach standing against the wall, reading a piece of paper. While I barely knew him, I'd seen him around school every now and then. Walking the halls, and terrorizing anyone he recognized from the lacrosse team. I walked into the girls locker room, having been the first one there, and quickly changed into my shorts and my tank top. As I walked into the gym, I noticed a group of boys standing by the bleachers, watching as the coach set up a mat in the middle of the floor. Isaac stood among them, talking to what I assumed to be a friend of his. Toward the end, I noticed both Scott and Stiles, talking and looking around. "Okay!" The coach yelled, as more girls entered the gym and hurried into the locker room. "Today, we are going to be sparring." He said. I couldn't help but smile at the thought. I felt kinda bad for whoever it was I was paired up with. I'd been trained by my parents from the time I was ten to be a fighter. And with good reason.
The coach glanced at me as I walked toward the rest of the group. "Selene, is it?" He asked. I nodded. "Well, since you're new, you get to go first." He said, trying to come off as intimidating. I smiled at him. "With pleasure. Go, ahead coach- name my opponent." I said, walking onto the mat. I took off my shoes, leaving me in my socks. "Uh, why are you taking off your shoes?" The coach asked. I glanced at him. "Well last I checked you didn't want anyone getting a concussion on your watch, did you. You know, if they get kicked in the head and someone's wearing their shoes." He glanced at the rest of the class. "No, of course not." He said, passing off a false laugh and a false smile at his lack of forethought for the class's safety. I looked back at the group, noticing more girls having been added to the mix. "Allison, why don't you give her a go." He said. I noticed her presence then, toward the front of the line. A few of the guys I didn't know snickered- I take it that meant she was good- but stopped immediately when I picked them out of the crowd with my glaring eyes.
Allison took off her shoes and stepped onto the mat, smiling kindly. "Sure thing." She said. "Okay, no cheep shots. No kicking each other when one of you is down. And try not to hurt each other too too bad, okay?" The coach said. We both nodded. "Start!" He yelled. We began circling each other, looking for an opening. I wouldn't be surprised if she was a decent fighter, growing up in a family of hunters. But truth be told, my heightened senses, in addition to my speed and strength, I had a feeling I knew how this fight would go. She stepped forward, throwing a right hook. I ducked under it, coming out on the other side and tripping her in the process. I turned in time to see her catch herself on her hands as she fell onto the mat. She got up, narrowing her eyes at me for a moment as we continued circling each other. She moved to the side, going in for a body shot. I moved to the opposite side, tripping her foot. She fell forward again, forgetting to catch herself on the mat. I took it as an opportunity, straddling her legs and pinning her arms. I could hear the coach laughing. "Looks like we gotta winner!" He said loudly. I got up, helping Allison to her feet. She smiled at me. "Nice. You're the first one to beat me in a while." She whispered. I laughed, sighing as she walked back toward the bleachers. "Who's next?" I asked, glancing back at the coach. He looked at the line up. "Lahey, your up." He said. I looked up as Isaac stepped on the mat. "Round two." He whispered. I smiled. "Just, don't break anything this time." He said. I nodded, still smiling. We began circling each other, as Allison and I had done just moments earlier. Only he decided to take a more direct approach. He ran forward, tackling me to the ground. Easy!" The coach yelled. Now people were cheering and whistling.
He leaned over me, looking down at me with a sneer of a smile. "Now wha-" He began. Before he could finish his statement, I wrapped my legs around his waist and squeezed, pressuring his ribs. I saw his jaw clench in pain, forcing me to loosen up enough so as not to break anything. He'd have a hard time explaining that one to the coach. I rolled, forcing him onto his back. There I pinned his arms to the mat. I could hear the coach laughing again. And I was too. "We've got our winner!" The coach hollered. "Looks like I won this round too." I said to him. He smiled up at me. I'll beat you eventually. Now get off of me. You bruised my ribs." He said. I rolled off him, getting to my feet and helping him up. "Sorry bout that." I said, only loud enough for him to hear before he headed back toward the bleachers. "Next?" I asked. I hadn't even broken a sweat. "Stilinski!" He yelled. I looked up at Stiles. He sighed, hanging his head as he moved toward the mat. "Go easy on me?" He asked, looking up at me as he took a fighting stance. I nodded. We circled each other for a moment, and I almost felt bad about having to spar with Stiles. I didn't exactly take him for the "fighting" type. But I respected him for trying.
He moved off to the side as I faked a jab, putting him where I'd hoped he would go. Using the back of my heel, I tripped him foot, making him fall on his back. I leaped down by his side, holding him by the throat. "There, see?" I said. "Fairly painless." He nodded, as I let him up from the mat. "Damn, Stilinski. That was the least painful of any of these few sparring sessions. I think Selene actually likes you." He said. I rolled my eyes, preparing for the next session. One by one though, I faced, and beat, every opponent the coach gave me without breaking a sweat.
When it was Scott's turn, he walked silently up to the mat. "Ready?" I asked, feeling a bit more playful now that my opponent stood a fighting chance against me. He nodded. We circled each other and before he had a chance to make a move, I stepped forward and tripped his leg out from under him. But he grabbed my arm, pulling me down on top of him. We rolled for a moment, until we landed with him on top. He tried pinning my arms, but not until I'd gotten my legs under him enough to kick him off of me. I got to my feet and we began circling each other again. "Looks like you might have a fighting chance Mcaul." The coach said. I smiled, knowing that while the thought was nice in theory, it was ultimately futile. He charged, attempting to tackle me. But I ducked to the side, tripping his foot and ending the fight sitting on his legs with his arms pinned behind his back. "Well, looks like you have yet to prove me right Mcaul." The coach said happily. "Showers everyone!" He yelled, as I climbed off of Scott and helped him to his feet. He shook my hand before heading into the locker room. "Selene." The coach said, coming to my side. "Where did you learn to fight like that?" He asked. I smiled. "Uh, krav maga classes when I was little." I said with a nonchalant shrug. He nodded. "Good work." He said, before following the guys into the boy's locker room. With a sigh, I walked into the girls locker room myself, taking a quick shower and changing back into my regular clothes.