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Chapter Five: Birthday Wishes
Curses, drunk man, ghosts, mountain lion and psychopaths were only a few of the absurd rumors buzzing around the campus about what happened at the video store last night. Luckily for me, I didn't have to guess since Scott told me that it was in fact the Alpha. I wanted to just yell it out to the rest of the school, but I obviously couldn't...plus I'd look like a crazy person. This just proved how insane the Alpha really was and the only question remaining is: why?
All the people being killed can't just be random. I don't think the Alpha is that much of a lunatic. Even I, an ordinary human being, think that he or she has a bigger and far worse plan in mind. Just what is it? How are all of these people connected? They just had to have something to connect each other. My thoughts were rudely interrupted by the loud school bell. I checked my phone to see that Scott decided to ditch the rest of the day with Allison for her birthday.
Scott was sweet like that, but also very stupid since parent teacher conferences are today. It'll be just another hit on his lowering grades. I blame Allison for his lack of focus and at the same time I'm happy for him to have her. There hasn't been a girl who actually liked Scott as much as Allison has shown in such a small period of time. If only he was human and she wasn't from a wolf hunting family then everything would be perfect for them, it's like Romeo and Juliet. Now I just need Stiles to get rid of his crush on Lydia and find a girl for himself. I know for a fact that Erica finds him attractive. They would be adorable together yet very, very odd. I could picture Stiles blabbering on about something and Erica just listening with her full attention. I can really see that happening with a good plan. Odd, but cute.
I went to the library to meet up with Erica. I can understand why she wouldn't want to eat in the cafeteria, with everyone thinking she was a freak, but there were times where I think it would be good for her. That she would conquer some of her social anxiety. In the end, I couldn't control her so I go with what makes her feel better. Then again, I take it as a challenge I was willing to accomplish. "Hey, so I was thinking we should eat at the cafeteria."
Erica innocently looked up at me and replied, "Sure." I didn't know what to say and I thought not to say anything in order to avoid her changing her mind. I grabbed her hand and we walked to the crowded, loud cafeteria. It took a bit to find a good seat for us and we ended up in a somewhat secluded area near the far right back corner. I sat down across from her and she was already munching on her food.
"So what do you think about the whole video store attack?" My attention was all on her answer as I begun to eat my sandwich.
She looked up as she thought about it for a moment. She finally looked at me and said, "It was some crazy or some rabid animal." 'Well if you combine the two, then it would the correct answer' I thought. "Someone in my computer design class said it was that the store was built on some cursed old cemetery and that the ghosts were beginning to get sick and tired of being ignored." I bursted out laughing and she joined. People can obviously get creative, come on, a haunted video store? "Right? Like what the fuck?"
"Yeah, you should-"
I was stopped as some freshman said, "Weirdos," strait to our faces. I tried to keep my cool, but then I looked at Erica who tried to hide the fact that, that one word hurt her deeply.
The girl kept walking, I stood up and yelled, "Rude, much?" She stopped and did a bitch turn to face me. "The fact that you're a freshman makes you that much more pathetic. You think by calling people names would make you better? Grow up sweetheart."
"Sydney, don't," one of her friends said. From that moment, I knew exactly who she was and how to keep her away from her pathetic ways.
Sydney was about to say something, but I beat her to it as I said, "Sydney? As in Sydney who got rejected by the entire lacrosse team? Yeah, that's you." Her face got mad and that's exactly what I was hoping she would do. "Why the rejection? Oh yeah! I know how you threw yourself at Jackson Whittemore. Emphasis on how. Then he told the rest of the team and then every single one said no. Jackson is a good friend of mine so imagine how close I am to his girlfriend, Lydia Martin. Now imagine your life if I told her what happened." I could tell she was slowly breaking down, but she kept her confidence.
"Hey, Savanna. Is this little fresh-meat bugging you?" Jackson asked as he walked up to me. Knowing him, he probably heard me yell out his name. We both faced Sydney. I've never seen anyone change faces as fast as she did at that moment. She went from being a Regina George to a Cady talking to an Aaron Samuels in three seconds flat. I rolled my eyes and simply nodded my head to Jackson. "Let's let Lydia handle this." He raised his phone to take a picture of her confused face. He rapidly sent the photo along with a text to Lydia. "There, now she knows what happened at the party." Jackson smirked at the girl who looked terrified. She let out a squeal and stomped off.
I smiled at my triumph of that bully. I may have swooped a bit down, almost to her level, at least I got her off Erica's back. I tuned to Jackson and hugged him. Jackson could be a good friends at times and thankfully this was one of those times. "Thank you, I almost went crazy on her. You just saved me from suspension."
"Oh, a cat-fight, I should have let you continue," He chuckled,.. I let out a tiny laugh. "She's gonna regret this in a week. Three days if Lydia feels extra revengeful."
"Well thanks again and I shall see you in PE," I said as I begun walking away. He simply nodded and went to his jock table.
I turned around to be standing in front of Erica with a triumphal smile plastered on my face. She had her head down and I was about to ask what was wrong when she stood up, took her stuff and stormed away. I was too stunned to go after her. All I did was defend her, I didn't do anything wrong at least I didn't think I did anything bad. I wanted to go ask what was up, but I had the feeling that she just wanted to be by herself. I didn't want to bug her since she made it clear that she didn't want me near her for a while. The rest of lunch felt empty without Erica or Scott or Stiles.
Tick tock, tick tock the clock went as I was stuck in my dreaded history class. The last minute hit and then the bell. I was in such a rush to leave, to find Erica, that I ran into someone and I attempted to avoid their dropped stuff which caused me to run into Mr. Harris, who dropped his coffee all over himself. I winced at the whole scene that was caused from my urge to leave this campus and head strait to Erica's house. I could already feel the anger radiating from Mr. Harris.
I didn't even get a chance to apologize to the boy as Mr. Harris strictly yelled, "McCall! Lahey! Detention. Now."
"I can't Mr. Harris," the boy said.
"Yeah, I have other commit-"
"Do want to push it for the rest of the week?" We both became silent since neither of us wanted to spend everyday with Mr. Harris for a week. I kept my mouth shut when I really just wanted to yell at him. We both followed him to his classroom, neither of us saying anything because we did not want to end up more in trouble than now. Mr. Harris is crazy like that and he's known to give detention for the stupidest things.
The library had never felt so dull. I looked over at the guy across from me and I felt completely horrible for putting him into this situation. He shouldn't even be here since I was the one that caused everything. I gave an apologetic smile towards him and he just gave a tiny one back. A few awkward moments passed by, I took it as a chance to actually say something, but since he didn't look familiar and he was pretty good looking, my shyness level rose just a tiny bit.
I took a subtle breath of encouragement and said, "Hi, I'm Savanna McCall and I am completely and utterly sorry. Is there any way I could make it up to you?" I held my hand out for a friendly hand shake.
He looked at my hand oddly before accepting the gesture. "It's fine, I'd rather be here then...at home," he calmly said. At least he wasn't mad at me or he's just really good at hiding that fact. "I'm Isaac, Isaac Lahey."
"This is detention so I expect you to stay quiet," Mr. Harris grumpily stated. He sat down at a desk away from us, grading the pop quizzes from yesterday. I mocked him and got a tiny from from Isaac. Isaac begun to read a book and I just sat there since I had already finished my homework. I got a piece of paper and started a tic-tac-toe game and passed it to Isaac. He glanced up and gladly put his book down to play.
By the end of detention the paper had various scribbles surrounding the numerous tic-tac-toe games. Comments from our competitiveness and random conversations. Mr. Harris have had to notice that were weren't doing anything productive, he just chose not to do anything to stop us. Good thing because I was winning.
"So what does the winner get?" Isaac asked as we walked through the semi-abandoned hallways.
"We I think I want a free-"
"You? I was the clear winner," he said. We argued on who the true winner was until we reached the front of the school. I know I was the one with the most games won, he just wanted to argue for fun. The paper was evidence that I won, but then again there were various accusations of cheating and there really wasn't a clear winner. In the end, we agreed upon a tie.
I glanced at my phone to see no missed calls or texts from Scott or Erica and that there was an hour left until parent teacher conferences. I didn't want to go to Erica's house since she made it clear she needed her space. I'd just wait for her to talk to me instead of me going and irritating her. I looked at Isaac putting his stuff on his bike and then my stomach growled...loudly. Isaac stared at me with an amused expression. I tried to hide my embarrassment, but failed miserably. "Yeah...I'm hungry... How about we go get a burger and my debt to you will be paid."
Maybe getting to know Isaac was the type of distraction I needed at that moment. To forget that my brother is an animal, that there is a family trying to kill him, that family happens to be his girlfriends family, Erica refuses to text back, Scott is no where to be found, my mom is going to kill both of us, I have an essay due tomorrow and soccer tryouts are in a couple of days. Yup, I need some normal distractions. "Um...sure. You know you don't owe me anything right?"
"Yeah, but I rather fear the wrath of my mother finding out I have detention with witnesses for my murder," I said. The vibe I received from him was slightly uneasy. I quickly changed the topic. "So where do you want to eat?"
"Actually, I think I'm gonna have to take a raincheck. I have a parent conference in an hour...I don't want to upset my dad even more." Parent teacher conference, a detention and if he didn't show up to the conference on time it would be blamed on me, two out of three incidents that I would have caused him today. Better keep it safe and just not eat today or least with Isaac. When I get home I will probably eat the entire fridge and order a pizza with some cake on the side.
"Completely understandable. So is my suffering of starvation," I said, being overly dramatic.
"So what happened to your finger?"
A sarcastic or nervous laugh, I couldn't tell what type of laugh escaped my mouth as I responded, "Yeah... I just fell...nothing exciting. I tripped if that makes it more thrilling."
"Such a daredevil," he said with a small chuckle. I grinned with all the pride within me. I am very prideful person even when it came to a ridiculous fall that gave me an equally ridiculously cast. My pride combined with my stubbornness can cause one hell of a frustrating argument against me. I don't know Erica or Scott or even Stiles can deal with me.
Quickly changing the subject I asked, "So who's the lucky teacher today? I think Scott has Mr. Harris. Woo." Mr. Harris probably thinks that Scott and I are meant for failure, but I'm not the one with a parent teacher conference, I'm still actually trying in school. I shouldn't say Scott isn't either, he just has more wolf-y problems on his plate and Allison. I hope it doesn't include me, but I am convinced Mr. Harris has something against Scott and Stiles...mainly Stiles.
"I think my coach, coach Finstock."
"As in lacrosse?" He nodded his head. That means the whole time I watched the practices and games I've never noticed him. The guilt I amounted from Isaac was overflowing. This just makes me wonder what other players I hadn't paid attention to during the games. Maybe that one guy at Lydia's party was on the team and knowing my luck, that's most likely true "Do you actually get to play? I'm used watching the bench for Scott and Stiles."
"Yeah, I've never really been on the bench as long as Stiles. Stiles can actually be good, but I don't think coach really notices him and Scott...well he's co-captain now so..." All because he became a werewolf which enhanced his abilities over one night. That complete life changing accident has already helped Scott in popularity. Yeah, I can't exactly tell Isaac about that.
"Scott practiced all throughout summer," I said as I got some type of normal excuse for Scott suddenly being excellent in lacrosse when he was just a benchwarmer last year. Also I don't want the team to start thinking he was taking some type of steroids.
"Good for him." I was about to say something when his phone started to ring. He looked at the screen and said, "Sorry, it's my dad." He walked away as he answered. I want to yell that I'm sorry and that it wasn't Isaac's fault. My mind traveled back to Scott and Erica. I texted Scott that I was going to kill him if he didn't show up soon. I sent a simple text to Erica, telling her to call me. My hopes were high as I impatiently waited for her phone call. I got a text back saying 'Later' from Erica. A sigh of relief escaped my mouth; at least I knew she wasn't completely mad at me. Scott on the other hand, he had a conference to get to soon. Mom will kill him if he isn't here on time. I will kill him if he isn't here on time. That brother of mine is a dead man walking.
Isaac finished his phone call and came back looking a bit unease. "My father is coming to get me, he's not that far from here...I'll get back to you about the burger."
"You don't seem too happy..."
He took a deep breath before saying, "I don't have the best relationship with my dad."
The air got a bit awkward around us and I decided it was best to not avoid that subject. "Hey, my burger offer will be here if you ever need to get away," I calmly said. He just shyly smiled as an old car came up on the curb. I didn't say anything as Isaac placed his bike on top of the car. His dad looked angry at him and gave me a cold hard stare. I felt really uncomfortable, but it's not like I could just give him a dirty look back, that would be completely disrespectful. "I'll see you around." Isaac gave me a subtle way goodbye and got into the car. Isaac was the only normal person that was not mad at me. Speaking of normal, my abnormal brother has shut everyone out for the day to get more in Allison's good graces. I shouldn't even be worried...even though I am, constantly with him.
Parents begun to show up around fifteen minutes after Isaac left. Then I spotted my mom in the crowd. She looked worried for a second until she saw her good child. "Where's Scott?"
"Yeah, I'm fine mom. Good, glad to hear work was fine. Scott? Oh, he's shut the world out so I know as much as you," I said with a bit too much sass.
She gawked at me and said, "Tone down the attitude."
"At least I didn't ditch-"
"But you got detention." I was speechless, it's as if she read my mind. "Your teacher called me." I felt like a criminal that got caught on a cartoon show. "That's right, lets go." I followed her into the conference because I had no other choice. I let my mom go in first before I saw Mr. Harris again. I slowly let myself into the classroom and sat down next to my mom. We sat there awkwardly for a while with same awkward chit chat until Scott showed up, but of course my idiot brother never came. When the conference actually begun I zoned out.
Until Mr. Harris said, "...lack of authority figure."
"Excuse me?" Both my mom and I said. Lack of authority figure? He better not be meaning my father. Sexist bastard. My mom was a good enough parent, way better than my dad. Plus, she has sacrificed so much for Scott and I that she is a parent times five.
"I didn't mean any offense, I only mean a lack of a male figure in the household. That could be the reason behind his recent misbehaving." every word that came out of his mouth caused my patience to thin. He had no right to judge our family because of a 'lack f male authority figure', I'm on my moms side. She had always been there for us when we needed her and no family is ever perfect. There always different types of families and why is a male figure necessary? To teach Scott all the manly things? I say Scott is better now in a house of women, he'll know how to be a good husband someday.
"Savanna, go wait outside for Scott while I finish talking to your teacher," mom said with that angry tone she gets when she wants to stay polite. I wanted to object just to watch, but I'm sure she'll be making more valid arguments when I'm not in the room. I glared at Mr. Harris before leaving; I'll probably regret that tomorrow.. I walked the halls and peered into some of the conferences, until one teacher caught me and I sprinted to the front of the school to avoid another detention.
A few conferences were over and some cars were leaving, but as more parents walked out, Allison's car drove into a parking spot. I rushed over there and with my normal hearing I could hear my mom leaving voice mail in Scott's phone. "Dude, you are dead," I practically yelled at him. Then I turned to Allison and said, "Happy Seventeenth, Allison." They were both about to say something if her parents and our mom walked up to the car.
There were too many voices to really pay attention to and the only thing I really focused my attention on were the screaming coming across the parking lot. One scream turned into a chain reaction and causing everyone to panic. A growl came from one side of me and then another. The first thing came to my mind was the Alpha, but it wouldn't be that ignorant. As the growling and panicking grew louder, my heart beat grew faster as I was more and more frightened so I just ran. Scott and mom yelled at me, but my survival instincts kicked in and I didn't get far as I heard two gunshots.
My body stood still and Scott came up to grab me. We walked back to find Mr. Argent pointing a shotgun towards the dead mountain lion.A mountain lion just like everyone was saying. Something was off and this was just to give the public a piece of mind, to drive them away from looking to deep into the killings. Coming from a villains perspective, it was a pretty good way to cover up the tracks.
The car ride home was silent as we were all trying to wrap our heads around what happened. I threw my bag and binder next to my doorway as I threw myself onto my bed. I didn't even bother changing. I heard paper rustling near my door. I turned my head to see Scott looking at the tic-tac-toe paper. "Are you alright?" he asked as he kept looking at the paper.
"Yeah," I mumbled into my pillow. I did not want to talk about my feelings right now, especially to Scott. I just wanted to sleep. A nice, long, relaxing sleep.
I thought Scott left, but then he said, "You lost by one game, what happened to your mad skills?"
"Shut up," I said as I threw a pillow at him.
"Talk about being a sore loser." I sat up and threw another pillow at him that he took as a sign to leave with laughter filling his lungs. Unlike my mom, he actually closed my door.
It took a while to fall into a goodnight sleep and I had to eat a bit to calm down the dinosaur in my stomach. When I finally got to lay down on my bed, the last thoughts were about the Alpha, Erica, Scott ditching and Isaac. The one thing that overshadowed those thoughts were soccer tryouts. That night, I think I successfully put myself to sleep from being overstressed. That's healthy.
Words cannot express how sorry I am for being so late on this chapter. It's quite a long time and once again, I am enormously sorry. There is good news, like how my seasonal job is over and I now have more time to write and that I also started writing a Vampire Diaries FanFic, so if you like VD you should go check it out :) As for the next chapter, it will be back within the next week or so. Now that I'm writing two stories I might have to switch off each week from writing until I get ahead on both of the stories, but I certainly hope that will not be the case.
As always, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and reviews would be spectacular :)
-Z