I flowed through my classes feeling watched. I couldn't pay attention to the teachers. The only thing on my mind was who was my stalker.
"Do you ever feel like someone's following you?" I ask Danny as we change for Gym.
"It's Beacon Hills," he smirked. "It's normal."
Our conversation was cut short by a whistle. "Whoever isn't out of here in one minute will be doing suicide runs," Coach Finstock yelled causing everyone to rush out behind him.
I follow behind the group, but break away from the group near the door. I slowly creep between a line of lockers, and see a brown haired boy peaking around the locker. That morning I saw the same boy jump out of the blue jeep that was following me the night before. He turned, hearing me behind him.
I grab him by the collar of his shirt. "What is your problem?"
I watched as he struggled to form an answer. His mouth opened and closed repeatedly. Growing impatient, I raised my fist to punch him, but my attention was caught by a tanner skinned boy rushing to us.
"Wait! Don't hit him," The boy yelled.
"Then tell me who you two are, and why you have you two been following me," I demanded.
"I will tell you if you let my neck go," The boy in my grip yelled. I don't remember putting my hands around his neck. I let go of the squirming boy. "I'm Stiles and he's Scott." He pointed towards the boy who looked like he would attack me if I made a sudden move towards his friend.
"Why the hell are you two following me?"
"We seen you with Allison, so we had to see who you were," Scott finally answered my question. I started laughing at the two. "What's so funny?"
"So, you're the caring ex-boyfriend of my cousin?"
"Yep that's my old pal Scott." Stiles playfully punched Scott.
Scott gave Stiles a 'this is not the time' look, causing Stiles's smile to quickly disappear.
"So you're not dating Allison?" Scott asked.
"No! Eww dude. Why the hell would you think that?" I shouted.
Instantly relief washed over Scott. Before he could answer my question a loud whistle was blown. All three of us covered our ears from the echoing whistle. After the whistle stopped, I looked up to see a furious Coach.
"Do you three princesses think you're special. That you don't have to participate in this class. WELL, YOU'RE WRONG! Now get your lazy asses out of this locker room," Coach Finstock screamed.
Stiles was the first one to run out of the locker room after tripping over his feet. Scott followed shortly, but not after a glance toward me. I rolled my eyes as I started walking. When I was about to pass the coach he blew his whistle again.
Without thinking I snatched the whistle from off around his neck. His eyes grew huge instantly. I smiled at him before I pushed the whistle into his chest. "If you blow that damn whistle in my ear again, you won't see your precious whistle EVER again." I started walking again leaving coach to stare at me.
I worked on homework in detention. I could feel the dirty looks Coach Finstock kept giving me.
"If you don't stop looking at me with your huge eyes, I will have to rearrange them. Oh and it won't be pretty." I look up and smirk. "I'll have one looking up and the other looking down."
"If you come near me with your filthy hands, I will have you arrested."
"I've already been to arrested," I lied. "I spent a week in juvie."
The coach gulped loudly. "Don't move," he ordered, leaving the room.
"This isn't staying out of trouble." I look to the desk beside me and see Kate.
"I rather be in detention than the shit that you drag me into," I hissed.
She shook her head and smirked. "But you promised your sweet Dad."
"He meant stay out of your kind of trouble. Like not killing innocent people," I stated. "So, I think detention is an OK on his list."
"How many times do I have to tell you werewolves are not innocent people?" she complained. "Hell, they aren't even people. They're just animals waiting to turn feral."
"Once again, you're crazy," I repeat, "and I don't have any respect for you at all."
"You will have respect for me. I'm you damn mother for crying out loud," she acknowledged. "And, If you don't start talking to me like you have any sense, I will have no choice but to punish you. I really don't want to punish you Kevin."
"Being your child is enough of a punishment."
She opened her mouth about to say something, but was cut off by Coach coming back in the room.
"Ok Mr. Smart Ass, Detention is over" He announced. "Get the hell out of my sight."
Before I replied I looked back to where Kate was to make sure she was gone. I turn back towards the coach after seeing Kate was gone.
"I'm glad to get out of your sight." I began to walk out the classroom, but turn back. "See ya Bobby."
"Don't call me that," Coach Finstock yelled after me.
As I walked through the halls, I could hear Kate footsteps behind me. I turn, but don't see her. The sound of her feet sped up as I began to walk again. Distracted, I crash into someone causing their books to fall to the ground. I kneel to pick them up. After repeatedly dropping the books while trying to get them, the person reached down to help. I glanced over to the person hand, to see that they had claws. I look up at the person to learn it was the girl from Harris's detention. Instead of seeing her normal brown eyes, I look into her now glowing amber eyes.
"Youre a hunter?" She looked intently at me.
"No, I'm not," I argued. "Dont call me one."
"Then, why do you have a knives?" she questioned, knowing about the weapons I had hidden on my belt.
"They're not just 'KNIVES'," I argued. "They legendary handmade throwing knives. It takes perfect aim to throw these."
"And, how are you not a hunter?"
"Just because I know how to use a weapon doesn't make me a hunter," I stated. "I never know when I'll have to protect myself from girls like you."
"What do you mean girls like me?" she questioned, growing offended.
I look down at her claws. "Are you going to put those away?"
She retracted her claws and stood. Rising with her, I handed her her books. She mumbles "thanks", and turn to walk away.
"What's your name?"
She stops and turns to me. "That's for me to know, and you to never find out." She turned to continue walking.
"You're Cora." I smirked as she turned around. I lift the french test that was left behind. "Bon travail," I complimented her high grade in french.
"Restez en dehors de mon entreprise." She snatches the test away.
"Je vais essayer." I smiled. Trying to hide her smile, she turns. "A bientôt" I yelled after her.
she turned back to me.
"Au revoir, Kevin." She turned and exited the school.
I stood there in shock. Not only did she actually say bye, but she knew my name. How did she know my name? Rescinding that I would think about it later, I quickly placed my book bag on my shoulder and left the school.
When I entered the apartment, I was met by Allison leaving. She explained she was going shopping with Lydia. Not wanting to be alone, I decided to go with her. After placing my things in my room, we leave.
The mall became a miserable place for me. I had to deal with two girls throwing bag after bag to me. They constantly asked for my opinion on the outfits they tried on. When we reached Macy's, I had had enough. I had to get away from them. I looked for a way to shift the attention away from me. I had selected my target; a woman walking by wearing clothes that didn't match.
"Wow. Why did she come out of the house looking like that?" I looked the woman up and down. "She's embarrassing herself."
I held in my laughter as Allison and Lydia quickly turned, trying to see the women.
"Who?" Allison asked, but I was already at the exit of the store. "Kevin, where are you going?"
"What?" I asked, pretending not to understand her question.
"You, and your curly hairs get back over here," Lydia ordered. "Someone has to hold my bags."
"Who?"
"You," Lydia said while grabbing one of her bags from the floor.
"What?" I raised my eyebrow. "You said I could go. Oh, you're so nice. Bye," I yelled over my shoulder as I walked away.
I strolled through the mall with my hands in my pockets. I look through the entrances of every store I pass. I stop walking when I notice Cora inside a shop.
In a blink of an eye I see Kate creeping up behind Cora. Kate quickly grabs Cora's arm and twist it behind her back. Having an advantage, she places a knife to Cora's throat.
I rushed into the store and tackle Kate to the floor, or so I thought.
"What are you doing?" Cora yelled from under me. "Get off of me."
I obeyed and stood. "I'm sorry." I reached out my hand to her, but she stands on her own. "I fell for your beauty." I smirked at how cheesy I was being.
Cora shook her head. "Careful, you might attract mice."
"How about you let me take you out, and show you how sorry I am?"
"No," she answered, beginning to walk off. "What do I have to do to get you leave me alone?"
I reach out and grab her hand to stop her. "Go on a date with me," I answered.
"If I do, will you leave me alone?"
I smirked at her. "If you go out with me; you won't be able to leave me alone."
"Fine," she accepted. "Tomorrow, then you leave me alone." She walked off.
I flop down on my bed. It had been a long day. My eyes slowly began to close until I felt the upper corner of my bed lower. Kate softly hummed while calm rearranging my curls of hair.
"Don't touch me," I mumbled with my head buried into a pillow.
She stood, and moved so I could see her. "You are so smart," she complimented causing me to sit up.
"What are you talking about?" I looked at her skeptically.
"I mean it's the perfect plan. I'm so proud of you."
"Once again I'm going to ask what the hell you're talking about."
"You make the beast fall in love with you. Then when she's vulnerable, you take her and the rest of her family out. Basically you finish what I started," she smiled.
"Oh my god that would work" I said excitedly "for someone that is fucking crazy, like you."
"If you're not trying to kill her what are you tr... No. Kevin, you are not about to date her," she said in disbelief
"We'll I'm not about to manipulate her then stab her in the back. I'm not doing what you did to Derek. I mean, do you have no respect for other people's emotions? Don't answer that."
"I care about yours, sweet heart." She reached over and rubbed my face.
I rolled my eyes at what she said. Everyone knows that my mother, the famous Kate Argent, doesn't care about anyone but herself. "Can you just leave me alone?" I asked. "I have a important date tomorrow."
As she stood she started mumbling words under her breath. I could easily understand she was talking about Cora.
I quickly sat up in my bed and looked towards her. "If you can't say something that is nice, then don't say nothing at all."
"Now you want to be an animal from Bambi," she complained, remembering when I was six years old.
"I was not going to dress up so you could shoot arrows at me," I argued.
"They wern't real arrows."
I shook my head, refusing to continue the argument. "Turn the light off."
She rolled we eyes and flicked the light off.
"Goodnight, mom," I smirked