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The loud buzzer woke jolted me awake and I fell off of the bed.
I let out a huff and shut off the alarm, putting on a pair of jeans, my arm was still slightly sore so I put on a thin camisole, and a loose sweater over it so that the bandages wouldn't be noticeable, I got my jacket and I dragged myself into the dining room.
"Morning sweetie." My mom greeted as I walked in.
"Morning." I said, I wasn't a morning person, never was, never will be, my parents on the other hand, were up by four in the morning everyday, honestly, I thought they were possessed, I mean why else would you be up at four in the god dammed morning?
"How'd you sleep?" She asked.
"Fine." I said eating the eggs she'd put in front of me.
"That's nice, well be sure you're home early today we're having guests over and I want them to meet you." She said, her tone was sweet but I knew if I was even one second late she'd have my head, my mom was big on appearances like that. I smiled and nodded eating my breakfast in silence.
"Alright, I'll see you later mom." I said slipping on the jacket and taking the car.
Where Stiles had the jeep I had a camaro, it wasn't new, we'd purposely bought it old my dad and I fixed it up two summers ago as a bonding thing, and as long as I'd promised to maintain it he got it a new paint job.
"You know Belle denim on denim is so the eighties." Stiles mocked as I got close to the two boys.
"You know Stiles it was your signature look all throughout eighth grade." I shot back he glared slightly.
I looked over at Scott satisfied with myself.
"You!" I hit Scott across the chest.
"Ow!" He said looking at me in shock.
"I was worried all night because of you!" I shouted I was about to hit him again when Stiles caught my hand stopping any further assault on Scott's body.
"What! Why?" Scott asked moving away from my fists.
"Hmm, I don't know, maybe because you were alone in the middle of the freaking woods?!" I shouted followed by a swift kick to his knee.
"Ow!" He said putting emphasis on the sound making sure to glare at me.
"I got attacked and you hurt me even more!" He said, attacked?
"What! When, why, what attacked you? Are you okay do you need to go to the er? Did your mom patch you up?" The questions came out at a million miles per hour.
"Belle I'm fine, look." He life's up his shirt to show me where he'd bandaged it over.
"What the hell attacked you? And why aren't you freaking out over this as much as I am?" I asked turning to Stiles raising an eyebrow.
"Well, he um, he called me earlier to tell me." Stiles said and I turned my attention back to Scott.
"And why didn't you bother to call me! Once again I'm deprived of key information!" I shouted drawing the attention of a few near by students.
"You don't like it when I wake you up." He said completely improvising his excuse.
"Bullshit, I get pissed when you wake me up to tell me you're bored or hungry," I said looking at Stiles, who gave me a speechless look. "Not when you're injured and alone." I said slapping his arm again.
"Sorry." He said as if expecting another hit for simply apologizing.
"Whatever I need to get to my locker and empty out my useless junk into it." I said motioning to my backpack, in reality I saw Lydia coming and decided to escape before she started judging my outfit, the way she did every school year.
Stiles and Scott nodded and stayed talking about things I didn't want to bother listening to.
I dumped my belongings into the small compartment and picked up my journal and my pencil case, first day of school called for some serious doodling.
I walked into my first class, advanced calculus, joy. I was good with formulas, doesn't mean I liked them.
Mr. Williams started by passing out the parent forms and reviewing last years algebra lessons, I was a sophomore in a class for juniors and seniors.
Let me rephrase: the only sophomore in a class for juniors and seniors. I opened to a clean page and started doodling the creature from last night.
"Miss. Venatrix, if you wouldn't mind returning to earth and answering the following equation." Mr. Williams said mockingly.
"Nine." I called out not bothering to look at the board.
"Very nice Miss. Venatrix, but try looking at the equation." He said I glanced up for a split second and repeated my answer.
He got fed up and started solving the problem on the broad himself and judging by the sound of his heartbeat I knew I was right.
He didn't call me again the rest of the period, instead choosing to torment the upper class men.
The bell rang dismissing us and I met up with Scott and Stiles at the lockers.
"So who's that?" I asked pointing at the new girl talking to Lydia and being ogled by Scott.
"Allison, she's in our English class." Stiles said when Scott's full attention stayed on the girl.
I looked over at them.
"I can't, Fridays family night." I turned my attention back to Stiles, the girl was across the hall, how had I heard her from where I was standing?
"So he's into her?" I asked motioning to Scott.
"Yep, madly in love, tragic really." Stiles said and I couldn't help but chuckle.
"Need I remind you of Lydia Martin?" I asked smugly.
"That's different, Lydia and I's relationship is on a completely different level." He informed me.
"Yeah nonexistent." I smirked. "Besides what was it that you said to Scott last night? Something about completely unrealistic dreams?" I asked rhetorically.
His expression fell. "Have I ever told you how much I hate you?" He said, I smiled.
"Yes, on several occasions might I add." I said in a serious tone.
"Well, lets add one more to that list." He said I rolled my eyes as the bell rang.
Somehow the three of us ended up in Harris' class and he didn't look too happy about it, time went by quickly though with me avoiding eye contact with him.
The bell rang jolting me out of my thoughts.
"Miss. Venatrix, might I suggest you pay a little more attention in my class and a little less attention on your drawings." He said stopping me at the door.
"Yes." I said.
"Yes what?" He asked, I knew what he was demanding, yes sir, but there was no way in hell I was giving him that.
"Yes you may suggest." I said and I walked out of his class.
I ran to the gym at full speed, I'd have soccer tryouts tomorrow which meant that today I had to do stuff, but I hoped I'd be able to squeeze some sentimental crap about my messed up arm.
"Coach." I called out, he turned to look at me, his face showed how strict he was and it was at moments like this that I preferred coach finstock.
"Yeah." He boomed.
"Coach I was wondering if I could be excused from today's activities." I asked.
"And why would I allow that?" He asked.
"Well because Coach, my arm's busted up." He stayed staring at me.
"Well, what are you waiting for, lets see it." He said.
"Coach it's pretty bandaged up." I said.
"Now Venatrix, you want a pass I have to see the damage." He said. I took off my sweater and started removing the bandages and turned around so he could see the wound.
"Nice try Venatrix, there's nothing there, now suit up, today I want you to give me twenty laps, thirty for lying to me." He said and I reached for my shoulder feeling nothing but smooth skin.
"But sir-" I started confused.
"Now Venatrix, I want you suited up and in the pool doing your laps by the time I get back." He said and pushed me into the locker room.
I rushed in and ran to the mirror looking at my shoulder.
It was gone, as if it'd never happened.
This was way too freaky, there was something weird going on.
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