When I woke up, my first thought was that something smelled really good. I sat up and looked around. It wasn't the breakfast- eggs and bacon- kinda good. It was… well I wasn't sure. I couldn't pin point the source either. Then it hit me- it was Stiles scent. I looked down at myself, realizing that I smelled like him. It most likely was from when I was in his car. I took a piece of my hair and raised it my nose. Yup- it was me. I smelled just like him. I blinked, sighing as I got out of bed. I stretched for a moment, before moving over to my dresser and pulling out a pair of jean shorts and my waist top. It just barely came down to my hips, and it rose up to my naval when I stretched.
I quickly changed into my clothes, running a brush through my unintentional blowout. I grabbed my bag and went downstairs, seeing that my mom was already in the kitchen, drinking a cup of coffee. "Hey." I said, sitting down across from her as I set my bag down on the floor. "Hey." She looked up at me as I sat down. I grabbed one of the pieces of bacon from her plate. Nibbling on it, I looked down at the newspaper she had splayed out on the table. "What are you looking at?" I asked. She sighed. "Well, I'm looking for a good sports store." She said. I frowned, looking at her. "A sports store? Why?" I asked. "Because, if I can find a sports store somewhere in this town, I'm almost positive that they'll sell weapons." She explained, glancing up at me. I nodded, understanding what she meant. If the hunters were to find us again, she wanted to be prepared. I sighed, finishing the piece of bacon. I walked into the downstairs bathroom and brushed my teeth.
As I walked back out, I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder. "I'm gonna walk this morning." I said. I had my own car, but unfortunately for me it was in the shop. "Okay." She said, not looking up from the newspaper. With a sigh, I headed outside, and pulled my I-pod from my bag. Putting my ear buds in, I scrolled to "Wonderland" by Natalia Kills, turning the volume all the way up. I mouthed the words to myself as I walked along the slightly wooded road. Our house was partially covered by the forest, which acted as good cover were the hunters to find us. As I walked along the side of the road, I looked around me, taking in the trees. They were tall, and the area smelled of pine. I reached for my hair, pulling it to my nose. It still smelled like him. I smiled, but slowly it disappeared. It wasn't good for me to get involved with him. Not if I wanted to keep him alive. Two days, and the full moon would be here. And by then, I very well could end up killing him. While I was able to refrain from shifting on the full moon, it still had an enormous effect on me. Usually unpredictable.
I turned to look beside me, seeing a powder blue jeep pull up next to me. Stiles sat in the driver's seat, smiling down at me. I pulled the buds from my ears. "Need a lift?" He asked. I smiled, suddenly feeling both nervous at the thought of being in the car with him, as well as guilty due to the fact that this was a really really bad idea. "Sure." I said. He leaned over and unlocked the door, pushing it open for me. I climbed in and tossed my bag in the back; I was immediately engulfed in his scent. Closing the door, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, leaning back against the seat. "Hey, me and my friend Scott are hanging out tonight. You wanna come?" He asked. I opened my eyes and looked over at him. "Sure." I said, noticing an unusual tone in my voice. Suddenly I could feel my body burning- aching. On one hand it was physical, but on the other… I sighed, closing my eyes again and stretching my arms above my head. I could feel the cool air hit my naval as my shirt pulled up. I sighed quietly, unable to control myself. Damn. I could already feel the tug of the full moon. Feel it burning in my veins and suffocating my lungs. But in a way, it felt… good.
I looked over at Stiles to see him staring at me. I felt myself smile. "Ready?" I asked, noticing the car's lack of movement. He blinked, looking back out the windshield. "Uh, yeah, sure." He said. Listening closely, I heard the pace of his heartbeat as it hammered in his chest. A part of me- the more animal part- was glad that I had done that to him. But the other part that actually remained in good sense thoroughly chastised me. My jaw tightened as I realized what I was doing. On the full moon, everything would be heightened. Including my emotions. As the days drew closer to the full moon, it's effects became more apparent, and that meant that anything I felt now, would be amplified three- fold. But what I felt for Stiles remained undefined. That also meant that any small fraction of what I could feel would be violently yanked to the surface- no matter how far buried it was, and shoved under a magnifying glass. Being anywhere near him for the next few days wasn't going to be easy. In any sense of the word.
As we drove to school, I stared up at him from where I sat against my seat. "So, how was your night?" I asked, hearing the aggravatingly suggestive tone in my voice. He glanced over at me. "Uh, it was okay, I guess. I mean, I didn't really do much after I dropped you off." He said. "Oh." I said, drawing the word out in a voice that could only be described as sleepy. God, damn it. What the hell was wrong with my voice? It was like I couldn't… control it. I sighed to myself, drawing the curtain of my hair closer to my face. I looked up at him from behind it to see a him staring at me, his eyes filled with longing. "Same here." I said, trying to change to tone of my voice to dull and possibly even bored. But the look in his eyes ceased to change.
As we got to the school's parking lot, I leaned into the back and grabbed my back pack. "So, where are we going tonight?" I asked, glancing back at him, and having caught him staring at my butt. "It's a surprise." He said, looking up at me. I nodded. "Cool." I said, sitting back in the passenger's seat. "I take it we should get to class. Mr. Harris seems like kind of a stickler when it comes to tardy students." I said. He smiled and nodded. "You'd be right." He said, as we got out of the car.