The Morning After
I threw on a V-neck, sweatshirt, jeans and a pair of high-tops and hopped in my turquoise jeep and hurried to school. I pulled up, watching as Jackson Whittemore hit Scott with his door. 'What a dick' I thought to myself. I jumped out and walked over to Scott after Jackson walked away.
"Ignore him," I muttered.
"Thanks," he smiled.
We went over to find Stiles, who was standing in front of the school.
"Let's see it," Stiles smiled.
Scott and I lifted our shirts and showed our twin bandages.
"You both got bit?" Stiles asked.
"Yeah, it bit Scott first," I stated.
"It was too dark to see much, but I'm pretty sure it was a wolf," Scott explained.
"A wolf bit you? No, not a chance," Stiles said.
"It was definitely a wolf," I assured.
"I heard a wolf howling," Scott shrugged.
"No, you didn't," Stiles denied as we walked into the school.
"What do you mean, 'No I didn't?' How do you know what I heard?" Scott asked.
"Because California doesn't have wolves, okay?" Stiles chuckled, "Not in like 60 years."
"Really?" Scott asked.
"Yes, really," Stiles stated in a 'duh' voice, "There are no wolves in California."
"Alright well if you don't believe us about the wolf, then you're definitely not gonna believe us about when we tell you that we found the body," I smiled.
"Are you kidding me?" Stiles asked putting a hand on my shoulder.
"No, man I'm going to have nightmares for a month," Scott stated.
"Wimp," I scoffed.
"Oh, God, that is freakin' awesome," Stiles grinned cheekily, "I mean, this is seriously gonna be the best thing that's happened to this town since the birth of Lydia Martin. Hey! Lydia, you look like you're gonna ignore me. You're the cause of this."
"Uh-huh," Scott cocked his head to the side.
"Draggin' me and Alyse down to your nerd depths," Stiles continued, "I'm a nerd by association."
"You're a great friend Stiles," I said sarcastically.
We sat in class as the teacher talked about the body being found, while I attempted to read what was on the board. The words jumbled together and I slammed my head down on the desk until I heard a phone ringing. Looking around, I saw that Scott heard it too and I attempted to ignore my enhanced hearing. I looked down at my paper as the 'n's and 'm's jumbled.
"Stiles," I whispered.
"What?" he whispered back.
"Can you help me?" I asked.
"Why should I?"
"Because you love me and I'm dyslexic."
"Fine," he groaned and went to ask the teacher if we could work in the hall.
We walked into the hall and he read the article to me until the bell rung. Walking through the halls, Scott and I went to our lockers and Stiles walked over to us.
"Can someone tell me how new girl has been here all of five minutes and already is part Lydia's clique?" Jennifer asked.
"Cuz she's hot, beautiful people herd together," Stiles shrugged.
I turned back to my locker and braided my hair, getting ready for practice. Stiles and Jennifer were in deep conversation and I blocked them out. We went to practice with our pads on and I looked around, hearing someone talking about me.
"But if you play I'll have no one to talk to on the bench," Stiles whined, "Are you really gonna do that to your best friend? I mean it's not like I have Alyse, she's like the second best player on the team."
I rolled my eyes and heard Jackson, Danny and Greenburg talking about me across the field.
"She's hot, but you're dating Lydia, I want a shot with her," Greenburg whined.
"No way, Jackson, you need to stay away from her, she's like a little sister to me," Danny stated.
"A little sister who is probably great in bed," Jackson grinned.
I stopped listening and rolled my eyes putting on my helmet and throwing my bag down after grabbing my lacrosse stick. We lined up and Scott played goal, taking the first ball to the face and catching all of them except for mine. When I took the shot, it ripped through his net and went into the goal. Jackson glared at me and Scott, but I just gave a smug grin and wave.
Later we walked through the woods and Scott was explaining to us, "I can hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear, smell things."
"Smell things? Like what?" Stiles asked.
I stopped and sniffed, "Like the mint mojito gum in your pocket."
"You smell it too?" Scott asked.
I nodded and Stiles said, "I don't even have any mint mojito..."
He pulled a stick of gum from his pocket and I looked over at Scott.
"So, all this started with a bite," Stiles recalled.
"What if it's like an infection, like my body's flooding with adrenaline, before I go into shock or something?" Scott asked.
"You know what? I actually think I've heard of this. It's a specific kind of infection," Stiles explained.
"Are you serious?" Scott asked.
"Yeah, I think it's called lycanthropy," Stiles began, making me roll my eyes.
"What's that? Is that bad?" Scott panicked.
"Oh, yeah its the worse, but only once a month, on the night of the full moon," Stiles finished.
Scott looked confused until I howled like a wolf and he hit Stiles.
"There could be something seriously wrong with us!" Scott wailed.
"I know, you're werewolves!" Stiles laughed, then growled and added, "Okay, obviously I'm kidding, but if you see me in shop class trying to melt all the silver I can find, it's cause Friday's a full moon."
We stopped and Scott started explaining what happened the night before. I looked past them and saw Derek Hale standing in the woods.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
"Uh," Stiles sat speechless.
"Hey Derek," I waved.
"Hey Alyse, I'm sorry but your friends have to leave, this is private property."
"Uh, sorry, man, we didn't know," Stiles struggled to say.
"Yeah, we were just looking for something, but..." Scott trailed off.
Derek threw me the inhaler and I handed it to him, saluting him and turning to get Scott and Stiles out of the woods.
"Alright, come on man, I gotta get to work," Scott mumbled.
"Dude, that was Derek Hale," Stiles said, "You remember him right? His whole family burned in that fire like ten years ago."
I swallowed at the fact that the family that my uncle was so close to along with my parents were all burned in a fire set by hunters. After finding our way out of the woods, I went home and took off my bandage.
"Bubba? Can you come here?" I called my uncle Alan, the owner of the animal clinic and Scott's boss.
"What is it filla?" he asked, (Filla means daughter in Galician).
"I think I got bit by a werewolf," I said, looking down where my bite used to be.
He sighed, "Get some sleep, I want you to go see Derek tomorrow before school."
I nodded and went up to my room and changed into a pair of shorts and a loose tank top. Laying down and rolling over, I found myself next to Scott in the woods. We saw the alpha and took off running, hopping over a fence into a pool. We came above the water and there was a man with a hose watching us.
"Morning," I smiled.