Chapter 6.
I couldn't make out anything odd but the strange feeling of being watched when I woke up sometime early in the night. I looked around with my sleepy eyes until they settled on a dark figure standing by my open bed room window, the one I especially made sure was shut before I went to bed as it was the one Derek and Scott would use to get into my room uninvited.
The figure is slim and famine, along dark hair to her lower back. I recognize her from the kitchen, when she mutilated my hand the rude bitch. I sit up quickly and shuffle till my back is against my headboard. I squint my eyes through the dark to try to stare her down. The dark figurine practically flowed over to my computer desk, running her long fingers along the wooden surface with a grace, if you could get grace by stroking inanimate objects.
"Did you tell them?" She asks softly, her attention seeming to be more focused on the junk scattered on my desk, picking up a pencil or book to look over before gently placing it back down. I reach over and pull the string on my bedside table lamp, illuminating the room in an almost blinding new light. The nameless women needs unaffected and continues with her freaky exploratory of my personal area. Though I am in no position to stop her.
"Didn't really get the chance," Her bottom lip pouts out in a understanding or agreeing gesture.
"Did they finally get rid of you, then?"
"Yes." I snarl at her after a moment's silence. She takes slow and easy steps over to my dresser beside my bed, merely inches away from me, though strangely she doesn't look at me. "Why are you here? I'm sure they know you're in town."
She tilts her head to the side and she looks closely to the fabric design of my lamp. "You're smart," she states, like it you would if you were telling someone it's raining outside. She brings a long fingernail up to the lamp shade and seems to trace the design.
I huff, but feel kind of proud. I would deny is anyone said they saw me puff out my chest a little "That's what my teachers say, yeah."
"But not you?" She says slowly, well more slowly than before. Though, no matter what she says, she will always sound like a psychotic child from every horror movie. The ones with the pretty red dress and innocent hair cut, but have a knife behind their backs.
"Well, not smart enough, I guess..." I whisper, bowing my head a little. She turns her head to look at me straight on, a small smile dances across her face.
"You're smarter than all of them, you know that. You hold power that none of them understand, and inside you are stronger then all of them combined. Without you," She leans over the bed, her petit hands holding her up as she puts her lips close to my ear. I can't help but shutter as the closeness, "They would be dead." she breaths in my ear. I open my mouth to say something, but close it when I realize I can't form words. In a flash she is standing straight up again and is brushing off her skirt of imaginary dirt when she continues, "Join us, my pack and I would love to have you." Though an obvious question, it comes off as more of an assertion.
I furrow my eyebrows together and look to her in disbelief. Surely she doesn't want me in her pack, the whole idea seems idiotic. I'm human, for one, and for two; she certainly must not think I actually trust her at all; she broke my hand for fucks sakes! I run my lanky fingers through my recently grown out, messy, brown hair. What could they use me for, anyway? Then it hits me; information about Derek's pack.
How easy would it be for me to simply wipe out my betrayers if I joined this lady's pack. How easy it could be for me to get my pay back from all the shit I've taken, all the beatings and letdowns I've received since becoming involved in Derek's life. With my information about the whereabouts, the research and strategies I've gained since coming into this mess, I could most defiantly take out all of my friends without even lifting a finger. I know its wrong that I think on this too much, wrong how I am actually considering doing anything like this. I can't help it. It's like Derek stabbed me in the heart, and each and every one of them twisted the knife one by one afterwards. I frown and shake my head then look up to her.
"I can't. I won't," I answer in barley a whisper.
She sighs and looks towards the window, "We'll change your mind," she tells me and begins to walk towards the open window. She's in a pouncing position on the window still when she looks back to me with glowing gold eyes, ones I can see clear as light from the other side of the room, regardless the lamp light half blinding me, "We can finally give you what you truly desire." She jumps out and vanishes into the night.
It takes a few minutes to process what she said and the fact that she didn't threaten me or hurt me when I refused her offer, an action I am fairly used to when I stood up to Derek on those rare occasions in the beginning of our relationship. After I get over the small shock I jump up and race over to the window, slamming it shut and pulling the curtains across. I then sit on the edge of my bed, my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands. I take a deep breath and try to get my thoughts to stop doing summersaults.
When I at last lift my head the sun has risen and I have a colossal kink in my neck. I crack it a few times before standing up and doing the same to my body. I must have been sitting like that for hours and not even realize it; too caught up in my thoughts, I guess. I look at the digital clock on my night stand and almost piss myself. It reads seven am, meaning I have to be at school in a half hour. I grab the first set of cloths I see, the first shirt and pants I spot in the clean laundry pile dad must have did, and throw them on, brushing my teeth so fast the Flash would be jealous, I then put deodorant on all in less than 7 minutes. I snatch my backpack and throw it over my shoulders and dash downstairs. I grab a bagel and my car keys from the bowl on the counter of the kitchen and bolt outside. Dad's car is gone so he must have had an early shift. I hop into my Jeep and fly out of the driveway. If I miss Math class, I'm going to be in serious shit.
I park in the school parking lot when my dashboard clock reads 7:26 am. Without wasting any more time I dart out of my Jeep and into the school in record time; making it into the threshold of my Math class just as the bell rings. A room full of eyes look at me in surprise but I ignore them and Mr. Harris's death glare as I shuffle to my desk at the back of the class.
I reach down to my bag for my text book when I do an extreme face-palm. I had forgotten my bag in my Jeep.
Fuck.
I panicky look around for someone else who might have had the same misfortune. Everyone has their books, sadly, even Scott who seems to always forget his.
Scott.
I had forgotten about them in my rush this morning.
A weight, I must say about a 1000 ton weight, instantly falls onto my shoulders then keeps on slipping down into my stomach and form a gigantic flaming ball of loose nerves. I look at my desk before he notices me staring at him with an embarrassing but horrified expression.
All of the pack goes to this school, except Derek, and are a part of every social group. They are everywhere. How am I going to survive the rest of high school when I have to see the people that hurt me every day? I don't think I can stand it, not even for a month. I pray to god that they don't bully me, give me the stink eye that they are all very good at producing. I just hope they stick to their own wolf business and forget I ever existed. Anything to make living alone like this easier on me. They owe me that at the very least.
I'll have to find other places to sit in all my other classes, since every single one of them I am seated beside a pack member.
A bell rings loudly throughout the school, signaling the class's end and the start of a ten minute break before the next one. I shrink out of the classroom with a large group that file out of the door before I can even see Scott and whatever disgusted face he has seeing me. I use the break as an opportunity to stop by my Jeep to pick up my bag before next class. When I walk out of the school with my hands buried deep in my pockets the first thing I notice is the black Camaro parked out front and a mop of blond hair leaning with her forearms against the driver's side window. Of course it has to be Derek's Camaro, and it has to be Erica walking to him, because that's all my luck is doing these days. Deceiving me. I try my best to ignore them and proceed to my Jeep to fetch my much needed school items, but knowing Erica I feel heat lasers, otherwise known as eyes, staring at the side of my head, then the back of it as I accelerate up my walking into a pathetic speed walk and I know my heart is doing the same thing, giving me away to the pesky wolves.
I hear Erica mumble something to Derek and I'm positive I hear, "Do you think he's alright?" But I know I must be mistaken and brush it off, not really giving two shits. Okay, that's a lie but still, better not to think too much into something my stupid human ears might have heard and even if it is what I heard, she could mean someone completely different. Whatever.
I get my bag out of the Jeep as fast as I can and scuffle back to the school without so much as one peek back at the black Camaro I love so much.
The rest of the school day goes by pretty peacefully. I was able to steer clear of the pack on the most part; I actually don't think they even saw me other then Erica this morning. Though that all changed during Lacrosse practice.
I missed one easy shot, one little mistake. I didn't mean to, but got distracted when Jackson decided it was his job to practically murder me with his stares. Nonstop the entire game I would catch him glaring at me, seething. I don't know why he is so pissed, I mean, yeah I tripped a couple times and pretty much played with two left feet, but that's how I usually play. He should have expected it to get worse since being abandoned by my friends, than get better. So, when I seen him give me yet another cold glare, I decided to give him one back which cost us a point. I haven't even seen Scott the entire practice, probably skipped to see Allison, but if he was here he would probably have something to do with this.
Now Jackson is arguing with Coach Finstock only a few yards away from where I'm sitting on the bench. I can hear faint, "He's no good," "He is horrible at this," And the coach nods to these sometimes and argues back a little. I don't get to think much on what they could be arguing about because only a few moments later Finstock is giving Jackson one last, assuring nod before walking in my direction. He comes over calmly and sits down beside me on the bench. He doesn't look in my direction once.
"We need to talk, Stilinski." This never ends well.
"What about, sir?" Don't let your voice falter. No weaknesses. You're not a kid anymore, Stiles.
"You're performance out there. It's not at the... skill level we're lookin' for," He says slowly, taking off his baseball cap and running the back of his hand across his brow to wipe away the sweat that collected there.
"I know, sir, I'm just not feeling right, and plus my hand and everything..."
"What I'm trying to say is that I'm removing you from the team." He says quickly, like it might actually pain him to break that to me. I know I'm wrong on that because I have been a prime source for Finstock's disappointment for years, and he has told me this in many ways. He plays with his baseball cap almost nervously for a few long, silent moments before going on. "I'll need your uniform and for your name to be removed from your locker." He stands up after that and looks down at me, "Sorry, Stiles."
I nod to him and then look down at my hands, listening closely for his footsteps as he strolls away, probably headed to the locker room to check up on his team. When I'm sure he's gone I jump up off the bench and lounge forward to punch the wall to the benches. I punch it hard enough with my wounded hand, the genius I am, that some of the red paint around it crackles off and falls to the dirt below. I press my forehead against the cool wood with pant, anger boiling inside me.
How fucking dare he.
He has the audacity to once again come into my life, where is made it perfectly clear he wants no involvement in, and fuck it up even more? They take another thing away from me, something they had no part in this time. That's low, even for them.
It's not like I cared that much for Lacrosse, I actually was thinking on quitting anyway as I never liked it and only joined because Scott begged me too. No, I'm pissed because Jackson took something from me so easily. He has control over my life, all of them do. They have the say on what happens to me more then I even do, and that's not fair. I will not allow a group of inconsiderate fuckers waltz into my life anytime they want and control it after telling me they don't want me in theirs.
I push myself off the wall with new determination and a destination in mind. It's then I spot Jackson still in the field, looking at me with a strange expression, then down at my wrapped hand, then back up at my face.
It was the first time in my life I smirked with pure, undeniable malice.
I didn't know where I could find her, but I did know she had eyes and ears all over. I could tell her pack was bigger than Derek's and I know they are sneakier. Her pack probably isn't full of immature teenagers who do nothing but let their emotions get the best of them; they never think their actions through. It makes them weaker than others.
I know she would have seen, or heard, of the affair that happened in the field so I go straight home. I know she'll be there waiting.
When I pull into the driveway I calmly enter my house, greet my dad who is lounging on the couch watching some sports game, and climb the stairs by twos. I take my time going to my room as I feel strangely tranquil and light. It feels good to have my mind clear for once since this whole ordeal, I finally have a goal, a set task and not a jumble of nonsense going on in my head.
When I open the door to my room I am not at all surprised when I see her sitting on my computer chair facing my door. We both look at each other for a long time in silence before I speak up, "I want to join."
"I knew you would come around," She grins wickedly.
"What's your name, then, my new pack member?"
"Kali."
AN: Dun dun dun. Alright. If you guys haven't already guessed, by my easy misspellings of names or fuck ups in the story line of Teen Wolf, I actually never watched the first few seasons of Teen Wolf. I know everything about the show from the intense research I did when I got hooked on Sterek. DON'T SHOOT ME. But if you see a obvious fuck up in the story line or anything you would like to mention please feel free to do so.
Anyway, its 5am, I've been up all night writing this chapter so good night, bros and broskis. ~~ Shy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf in any way, shape or form.