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Chapter Six
Daisy stayed in bed from when she got home from school that day till the next morning. She still felt sluggish and sort of sad, so instead of going to school, she left the house and went for a run. Without realizing it, she ran all the way to work. The dancer hasn't planned on doing anything, so she might as well get some extra hours in.
"No. Go home. Better yet, go to school." Janina said as soon as she walked into the back office to see the teen lounging at her desk.
Daisy pouted at her and stood, her black locks, pulled back into a loose pony tail, swished with the movement. "I thought I could come in today, make up the hours that I missed last night. I don't really wanna go to class so I could do some errands or something?"
Janina 'Hmm'd and narrowed her eyes, thinking. She sighed. "Fine. I do have a few things that need to be done," she moved around to the desk so she was standing next to Daisy, and pushed the papers around until she found a blank piece and a pen.
"Okay..." the woman started, "I have a few things that need to be delivered to my brother. Just boxes of things he requested. I also need you to order new balance bars. Ours are getting rather rusty aren't they? I'll write down the measurements and numbers you'll need to call. Umm," she tapped the pen on the side of the desk and gave Daisy the list. "When you're finished, go get something to eat for the both of us. You look like you haven't even in days." She slipped the younger a twenty. "I'll call you if there is anything else, okay?"
Daisy nodded. "Your brother, the vet? Where are the boxes?"
"Just take my car," Janina passed the keys to the younger, "I already put the boxes in the front seat. There's some in the trunk too." The younger tugged on her pony tail, swirling the keys between her fingers, moving to leave through the back door.
"Alright, I'm off then. I'll be back soon." Daisy heard a response as she pushed open the exit to the back parking lot.
There were a few cars parked there, but the Impala was easy enough to identify. Unlocking the door, she slipped into the drivers side and turned on the engine. The radio blasted through the speakers and Daisy scrambled to turn it down. Curiously, she looked at the boxes in the front seat. They were relatively a decent size, a few of them marked as "MOUNTAIN ASH" in big block letters. One of them had a caution symbol and the word "WOLFSBANE" in red letters across the side.
As she pulled out of the lot, she heard her phone ring and blindly reached into her pocket. Her eyes flicked off of the road and to the screen to see that Stiles was calling. She hit the answer button and put the call on speaker phone
.
"You couldn't have called at a worse time Stiles, what is it?" Balancing the phone on one hand, she kept her free one firmly on the steering wheel.
"Oh, my God you're okay. Where have you be-" A smash. "Never mind. Where are you right now?"
Her eyebrows furrowed. "I'm driving to Deatons. My boss wanted me to drop off some... Mountain ash and wolfsbane, whatever the hell that is."
She heard a choke come from the speaker. "Uhm, Stiles, are you okay?"
Stiles cleared his throat. "No, no, yeah I'm good I- just.. yeah. Do you know where Boyd is?"
This only confused the dancer even more. "No? Why would I know where Boyd is?"
A sigh of relief. "Alright, just asking. Listen if someone comes up to you and- and I don't know, if someone named Derek tries to talk to you, run. Just- just run, okay? Run and call me or Scott and-"
"Hey, sorry to have to cut this short but I'm driving and I'm almost at the animal clinic so I have to go. But yeah, if someone ever comes up to me and they happened to be named Derek, I'll run and scream for you and Scott," her voice was teasing, "I seriously gotta go. I'll text you later."
She hit 'End Call' as she heard Stiles telling her to wait.
Why the hell would he tell her to stay away from this 'Derek' guy? Whatever.
She pulled into the parking lot of the animal clinic, only seeing one car parked. She put the car into park closest to the front and stepped out, going around to the passenger side and picking up two mountain ash boxes.
Balancing them in both of her arms carefully, she walked around to the front and pushed the glass door with her foot. "Um, hello? Doctor Deaton?" Daisy heard footsteps coming from the back. She sat the boxes on the front desk and wiped her palms on her shorts. An average height black man came from the back room and opened the gate.
"You must be Daisy. My sister called and said you were coming. Please, come to the back." He gestured behind him, and the dancer took the boxes into her arms again, carrying them to wherever the man was leading her. "Set them on the table, please." Deaton rested a hand on a silver operating table, and Daisy did just that.
"There are a few more boxes in the car, I'll just go, yeah." The teen pointed over her shoulder.
"I can help. Another set of hands will make everything go quicker."
In about five minutes, they both got all five boxes into the clinic, as well as the cloth wrapped rods from the trunk.
"Thank you, for your help, Daisy." Deaton said, hands clasped behind his back. The girl in question was petting the small dog on one of the tables, cooing at it.
"You know," he continued, "I noticed that you are very good with animals. If you ever need another place to work, I could find a position for you."
Daisy laughed. "You trying to steal me from your sister? But I'd like that. On the weekends, maybe?" Weekends, she always had off, and usually did nothing, so a weekend job is something she would welcome.
"Deal." The man extended his hand, and Daisy took it, shaking it firmly.
After the animal clinic, Daisy got back into the car, noticing multiple calls from Stiles and even one from Scott she missed while working. She pressed the formers name and brought the phone to her ear, listening to it ring. After five rings it went to voice mail. Instead of leaving a message, she ended the call and started up the engine, peeling out of the parking lot.
After picking up lunch, a fruit salad for herself and a chefs salad for her boss, she finally got back to the studio and flopped into Janina's chair. The older was teaching a class, and would be done soon, so Daisy waited to eat, instead bringing the corded phone closer to her and dialing the number on the small slip of paper from her pocket.
Janina came in about twenty minutes later, just as Daisy was finishing the phone call.
"Yes, uhuh. Thank you so much, have a nice day. Mhm. Bye." She slammed the phone into its holder, groaning, "I hate people." The girl pushed the second salad to the elder sitting across from her, a piece of paper on top with the information about the bars.
They spent the next 40 minutes eating, or in Daisy's case, picking, at their lunches and talking. Daisy told Janina about the job offer Deaton gave her, in return Janina told Daisy about that ridiculous little boy in the noon class who made a new dance to present to the other students, this time, Superman themed.
Janina ended up letting Daisy teach the rest of the afternoon classes and gave her a ride home after closing.
The next morning, the dancer got to school early to pick up her missed work. With her dance bag slightly heavier than before, she noticed Scott and Stiles at the end of the stairs. She crept down the steps, crouching down just behind them and listening in.
"-can get through this. I know, ah, because I love you." Stiles said, gesturing with his hands. Scott was smiling at him.
"Aww," Daisy said, clasping her hands under her chin, "what a kodak moment." Both boys jumped away from each other, Stiles making a pained noise when he fell off the bottom step and onto the floor. "Go on, Scotty. Tell him that you love him back."
Stiles groaned. "Oh, my GOD. You and Allison just have to find a better way to communicate. I can't- just- no."
"Come on, Stiles. You're the only one we can trust. Is she coming to the game tonight?" Scott rolled his eyes.
"Actually, she is." Daisy quipped, raising a finger, "I'm sitting with her. She told me last night." Scott looked back at her and nodded thanks.
"Okay. Message complete. Ugh." Stiles rubbed his head and Daisy stood at full height, fixing her skirt so it looked right.
"As fun as this is, I have class. See you later, boys." She slipped through the area between Scott and the railing and skipped the last two steps in a jump.
The next time she saw either of them, she was spending her free period outside with Allison, studying. He came running up, out of breath. "Where...does he... keep it?"
Allison bit her lip. "Maybe in his office?" And then Stiles was running off again. Daisy looked over to Allison curiously and she only shrugged as an answer.
Stiles came running back, and he stopped in front of their table, hands on his knees. Daisy leaned over into her bag and closed her fingers around a blue, plastic inhaler and threw it at the panting boys head. He caught it, and after taking an inhale, he said "You know, drug dealers have been using disposable cell phones pretty successfully for years." He coughed.
Daisy rolled her eyes. "Why would we know this? And why do you know this?" Yet again she got no reply, just a look and her inhaler thrown back at her. It hit her chest and she scrambled to catch it before it hit the floor.
"My parents check every call, email, and text I send. Trust me. They'll find it." Remember that time where Daisy said she really didn't want to be apart of Allison's family during game night? Well... She wouldn't want to he apart of her family EVER.
"A-ugh can you just get the book?" Stiles asked.
"Not without his keys." Was Allison's reply. Stiles walked off and the older girl stood. "I'm gonna go meet my grandfather, okay? I'll meet you on the field tonight." Daisy nodded absently, already focused back onto her Chemistry work.
She hated Mr. Harris with her everything.
That night, when the game started, Daisy sat on the stands, Allison and her grandfather, Gerard, sat in front of her.
The game was already in full swing, a lot of people from the Beacon Hills team were already injured from a boy on the other team. A huge boy. At least twice the size of the others on the field. Daisy flinched when another from her team went down.
Suddenly, both Gerard and Allison stood, the old man putting his newly shed jacket around the teens shoulders. Daisy noticed Allison put her hand into the pockets and pull out the keys. Just what was she planning? Not saying anything, she focused back on the game, rubbing her arms to keep the warmth in her body. Her light sweater did nothing against the cold.
"Good God, is it always this violent?" Gerard asked Allison with his eyes on the field, who in return shrugged. Daisy's eyebrows furrowed when the older teen held the keys out and she almost said something when Stiles came by and took them from her hand.
A Beacon Hills player was taken off the field on a stretcher. The dancer winced in sympathy, momentarily forgetting the key situation. "Where's Stilinski?! Where's Stilinski?!" She heard from the field and looked over to the coach.
Stiles still hadn't come back?
"You!" Coach pointed up into the bleachers. Daisy followed his finger and gasped. "You play lacrosse?" She heard, already beginning to stand. It was Boyd. He was getting ready to stand, but Erica tried to stop them. When did they start hanging out?
He stood anyway and shed his coat. Coach started jumping excitedly, calling out. "We got ourselves a player!" He exclaimed.
"Shit shit shit, I'm sorry, I just- let me get out there real quick." Daisy cursed, flinching when both Allison and Gerard turned to look at her. Allison looking up curiously and Gerard glaring. She squeezed past them and pushed down the bleachers, moving down the sidelines and to where Boyd stood.
"Boyd!" Daisy shouted, running up to him as she shrugged on a jersey. "What the hell are you doing? You hate those lacrosse dicks!" The tall man looked down at the dancer and smiled, white teeth shining. "I know." He said, walking past her and putting on a helmet. She stood there for a second, dumbfounded, jaw hanging open.
Something was happening with her friends. She was going to find out what. She stormed back up the sidelines and ran in the direction where Stiles went just 10 minutes before. Daisy heard Allison call her name but ignored it.
If anyone knew what was happening, it had to be Stiles.
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