Alright, so I've started school meaning I'm onto gonna get to write as much, so from now on I promise I'll update every friday, I don't care if I've got a test coming up, every Friday I'll be updating.
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She pulled completely free of Allison's grip as Lydia marched down the hall. "Anna, please don't do anything stupid." Allison said trying to pull her friend back. "No promises." She said Lydia stood in front of her. "Jackson's mine." Lydia said coldly. "I thought you didn't play with broken toys." Anna said enjoying the reaction she got from Lydia.
"Well you'd know a lot about broken toys wouldn't you? I mean you're family is just about one of the most broken up families in the world, I mean do your parents even sleep in the same bed after your sister died?" Lydia's tone was cold and ruthless. "Oh my god Lydia, I had no idea you had a thing for my parents, are you that much of a whore?" She shot back faking shock. "I do not have a thing for your parents." She said angrily. "Then why ask if they still sleep together? Oh, is it my dad, do you have a thing for my dad? Because it's okay to have a thing for older guys." Anna said comfortingly stroking Lydia's hair.
"Yeah, you're sister liked a whole bunch, didn't she?" Lydia said motioning to Harris classroom down the hall. "Yeah, at least she did it with style, which is more than I can say about you." Anna said not breaking her mask, Lydia slapped her hand away.
"Well at least-" Allison cut in between them. "Alright enough! Can't we at least try to be civil?" She asked, the two girls looked at their friend, then back to each other. "No." They said in unison. "See you're agreeing on something." Allison said pushing the girls apart.
"No, we're not." They said together again. "Agree to disagree?" Allison asked the girls looked at each other once more. "No." They repeated.
"Well, you're gonna have to get along, because I'm dating Scott meaning you two are going to be seeing a lot more of each other." Annabelle and Lydia looked at each other. "Pass." They both said together, Allison looked at them in shock, their way of thinking was similar, they talked the way siblings would and yet they refused to acknowledge one another.
"Why do you two hate each other?" Allison asked confused the two glared at each other.
"Ask her." They both said, Allison rolled her eyes. "Fine, then why can't you two get along?" She tried rephrasing the previous question. "Because I don't dumb myself down for popularity." Anna said at the same time that Lydia responded with, "Because I refuse to take the blame for something I didn't do."
"Please, try to get along, for me?" Allison asked batting her eyelashes. The girls looked at each other with obvious disdain. "If you mean don't kill her, I'll do my best." Lydia said. "Oh darling, you couldn't kill me, you might break a nail." Anna mocked, Allison looked at her seriously. "Fine," she sighed, "as long as you're dating Scott I'll be nice to Lydia." Allison shrugged, at least it was something.
The bell rang but the three girls still had quite a bit of crowd around them, they were expecting some sort of fight between the two well known enemies. Anna rolled her eyes and pushed through the crowd making her way to the gym. The class went by quickly for her and before she knew it she was sitting in Harris' class next to Stiles, behind Scott.
"If I don't play on Saturday I'm no longer first line." Scott said dully as he slumped in his seat. "Come on Scotty, Coach won't really do that, you're one of, if not the, best player on the team." She said patting his back comfortingly. "He's lying, especially now that no one know if Jackson's playing for sure, he just doesn't want to lose." She continued, she was being sincere, she wanted him to be happy, but if he hurt someone on the field her parents would be the ones forcing her to hunt him.
"It's all Derek's fault." He said grimly, Anna sighed, how was she supposed to get both halves of her life to merge if Scott hated Derek and her parents hated her kind? "I know why you feel that way Scott, but trust me, everything is gonna be fine." She said trying to remain neutral. "Until then let's try to focus on other things alright?" She said as Harris walked in. "Miss. Venatrix it would be greatly appreciated if you could keep your hands to yourself." He said mockingly.
"And it would be greatly appreciated if you could shut your trap, but by the looks of it that ain't happening either." She said before Stiles could stop her. "It would also be appreciated if you could show up for double detention after school today." He said smirking, she knew he had her, well she was already in trouble, lets she how far she could push it.
"Well, I'll have to check my schedule and I'm pretty sure I'm booked today." She said and the class let out an ohh, she rolled her eyes. "Well I'll call your mother, I'm sure she could clear somethings up." He said facing the board as if he'd already won. "Go ahead, tell her I said hi." She smirked and the class repeated their sounds. Stiles put his hand over her mouth forcing her silent; her parents weren't on good terms with Harris, and Stiles doubted Harris would call, he knew from personal experience how intimidating Anna's dad could be.
"Our lesson for today will be on-" Anna tuned out, she knew she'd won, she still had Detention but she figured she'd show up this time, school only noticed grades, not how many detentions you had, besides she had a feeling Finstock and Wright would be fighting on her side. Her and Stiles spent the class passing notes back and forth between the two, their topic; Scott's game.
'He can't play.' She wrote handing him the paper. 'Why not? What if you teach him to control it?' Stiles wrote sliding the piece back. 'It took me a week to control it, I'd have to give him a crash course on werewolf control and trust me that won't be easy, it's painful. Besides, I had a teacher who's lived with lycanthropy since birth.'
'What is the deal with you and Derek anyways? It's not like you're getting anything out of being friends with a psycho killer.'
'Right, because controlling my transformation is not going to benefit me in any way, it's not like my parents are Hunters who can practically smell a wolf.' Stiles rolled his eyes, even on paper she managed to be sarcastic. 'That doesn't change the fact that he's a killer.'
'Why are you so hell bent on proving he's a killer? He hasn't done anything to you.' She wrote, they were both so caught up in their conversation that they failed to notice Harris standing before them. "Might I see what is so important that it takes away time from my lesson?" Harris asked making them both jump, he reached for the paper but Annabelle grasped it and stuffed it down her shirt. "Nothing, you have no evidence that we haven't been paying attention to your marvelous lesson." Anna said giving him a sweet smile.
"Mr. MÄhealani, did you see anything?" He asked turning to Danny who was right behind them. "No sir, I wasn't paying attention." Danny said Anna turned to look at him and he winked, she let out a small smirk. Mr. Harris wasn't done just yet though, "Jackson, did you see anything?" Her smirk fell. She looked at Jackson, she was in deep with him right now, there was no way he'd vouch for her. "No sir, I didn't see anything." Anna coughed slightly and Harris looked at her pointedly. "Dry throat." She lied, Harris looked back to Jackson. "You're absolutely sure you didn't see anything?" He asked his hands curling into fists, an act that went unnoticed by everyone but Anna and Stiles.
"Positive." He said, Harris turned to face the board obviously irritated. Annabelle turned and gave him a questioning look, he didn't respond he simply looked at the board as if he suddenly wanted to know every secret it possessed. Stiles and Scott turned to look at her, shock written clearly on their faces, she shrugged and turned her attention to the board as well.
"What was that about?" She asked pulling Jackson away from Danny as they walked out of Harris' class. "I don't like owing people anything." He said, her brows scrunched together in confusion. "So what, I owe you now?" She asked. "No, my debt's payed off." He said starting to walk away, she caught him by the arm bringing him back to her. "And exactly what do you owe me for?"
"You didn't tell anyone." He said, his face stayed the same but Annabelle looked into his eyes, she saw the small boy who came out of the room crying on career day. "You didn't owe me anything for that, I didn't keep quiet because you intimidated me, I kept quiet because it was the right thing to do." She said placing a hand on his cheek, he smiled for a moment before remembering he had an image to keep. "Yeah well, whatever, silence for silence, you didn't tell on me I didn't tell on you. We can forget all about it." He said he pulled her hand away from his face.
"So does this mean we're not friends anymore?" She asked, he scrunched up his eyebrows. "We were never friends." He said seriously, she smiled. "Sure we were, that was our little secret, now we don't have anything bonding us together." She said placing her hand on his cheek again, he rolled his eyes. "Don't lie, we're friends aren't we." It wasn't a question and he knew it was true. "Yeah, we're friends." He said moving her hand again. "Good. But I hope this doesn't mean you're giving up in figuring out what I am." She said smirking. "Not a chance Venatrix." He said returning the smirk. "Good, I like you better when you're trying to ruin my life Whittemore." She winked and walked away she turned and saw his grin before he went with Danny.
"So, you're buds with Jackson now?" Stiles asked almost angrily she looked at him confused, how had he heard that? Her answer was right next to them: Scott McCall. "Yeah, I am, is there a problem?" She asked placing her hands on her hips, her smile long gone.
"Actually yeah, there is, he's a total ass and you're letting him mess with your mind." He said, she raised her eyebrows. "Really? And how exactly is he ruining my life?" She asked. "You're falling for him." He said angrily, a small hint of hurt laced his voice. "I'm falling for Jackson Whittemore, that's what you think is going on?" She asked sarcastically. "And were did you hear this little piece of information?" She continued. "I overheard Lydia talking about it." He said she got angry. "Right, MY feelings are getting in the way." She said stressing the word. "You're the one letting whatever Lydia says bother you, because apparently Lydia's the best source of information now a days, right? She's WAY more believable than you're best friend, right?" She asked her fists curling angrily. Stiles started to say something but she cut him off. "No, don't you dare try to make excuses. It's true if Lydia asked you to throw me off a cliff you'd ask which one. It's disgusting that'd you'd choose her over me. It hurts that you'd choose her over me." She said the last sentence softly with tears threatening to fall. Stiles didn't say anything and she turned to walk away, he caught her hand. "Belle wait-" he started but she pulled her arm out of his grip with ease. "I feel sick, I'm going home Stiles." She said, he reached for his car keys. "Alone." She said marching out the doors.
"Leaving school property are we?" Harris asked stopping her. "Move." She said not looking at him. "Excuse me?" He asked raising his eyebrows. "Move." She said firmly, her eyes flashed the electric blue and he moved out of her way in fear.
She ran, she ran as fast as her legs could take her, she let her legs carry her where ever they pleased. She found herself in the preserve, in the spot where she was attacked by the Alpha. She should've stayed home that night, she should've convinced Stiles to stay home that night, she should've never brought up the Sheriff's phone call, everything that night was her fault. She sat on a near by tree branch and cried; it was all her fault, she'd do anything if she could just go back and stop herself from being attacked, stop Scott from being attacked. She let the tears fall, she didn't care if she looked weak, she needed to let out all the pent up anger, the sadness, the hate.
"Go away Derek." She said obviously annoyed. "You're getting better at this." He said standing next to her. "I don't want to get better at this." she said bitterly, he looked down at her tear streaked face. "What's wrong?" He asked sitting on the fallen log. "I don't want to talk about it." She said in the same tone wiping away the tears from her eyes. "Well, how about I tell you a story? I kinda owe you one." He said wiping away a tear that she'd missed. She looked up at him and he flashed his eyes blue, she shook her head. "It's your personal story, it's none of my business." She said wiping the area he'd just touched. "I owe you." He said before he told her his story.
Alright, so I don't want to spoil it for those of you who haven't seen visionary, so I'll leave it at that. But yay! Derek's starting to warm up to Annabelle more! And sorry about the spat between Stiles and Anna, but you'll see in later chapters why it is necessary. Anyways tell me who do you like her relationship with best Jackson, Derek, or Stiles, and tell me if you'd want to see more Anna/Scott interaction.