Slightly emotional. Hope you like it! ^-^ ~rymilu
Lonely
Tears roll down her face. She cuddles to the bed, her whole body shaking, in search of comfort. Her heart pounds hard against her ribcage. Makes her only hear the blood rushing through her veins. She tries to be quiet and not let anyone know she is there. Pulls the blankets closer to her body until her body is completely covered. It's hard for her to breath. Her hand darts to her inhaler that rests beneath her flower shaped pillow. The cool metal goes in between her lips, forefinger on the button. One squirt, then another. Two more just for good measure. Her shaking stops, and body becomes relaxed. She closes her eyes, and breathes through her nose and exhales through mouth gently. Her heart beat calms down until
It's the weekend. And she hates it.
Most teenagers are pleased to be on weekends. Not doing homework and relaxing. Going out with friends and such. But not her. Not Savannah. For her, being away from school and the work it provides makes her feel panicky. It's not that she is being a workaholic at a young age or anything. It's just that being at home reminds her of her childhood. It makes her remember about all those times that she had to hide under the covers. Those times her blankets were stained by her tears of sorrow and reeking of fear. Even though it's been years, those memories burn in her mind. And it makes her hate being at home. Makes her hate not being away from where most of her memories have been tainted by pain.
The brunette gives a slight sniffle. Huffs and shifts in her bed. Like many times, she tries to distract herself from feeling the pain. Avoiding feeling the empty void in her heart every time she thinks about her dad and mom is always the best. Especially when remembering only fuels the fire of hatred and anger.
In an attempt to forget, her mind wanders off to Liam. She has not seen him In a very long while. A week or three. It's not like she has been keeping track of him. And even if she is, it's because she wants to thank him for doing what he did. No one in school - or Beacon - is that kind to stop bullying. Or scary. Except for Lydia and just maybe Scott. And Liam, of course. It's Liam that would stop bullying and other things by scaring the crap out of everyone. It's funny and somewhat ironic that it was him to protect her. That it was not her friends or anyone else. Now that she sort of thinks about it, it depresses her that no one took it upon themselves to defend her. But it also makes her curious. Why would he protect her? To clean his record as a bad boy? Or did he do it because he likes her? Almost instantly, she dismisses the thought. Because it's absurd. He doesn't like her. Not in that way. She is sure that the athletic male has more important things to do than crushing on a girl. But then, why?
It irritates her that she can't have a firm answer. That she doesn't know for sure. That she can't ask him because he is not present at school. And even if he was, she would never ask him. It's not like she has too much pride in herself after what happened. But she wants to defend her honor and keep the pride that she has left. After all, she does not want to NOT be at the top of her game. Things that happen unexpectedly make her uncomfortable and make her lose control of the situation. And that... that is something she hates.
Maybe she'll ask Lydia, she reasons after much debating. Thank God it's Sunday and not Friday or Saturday. If it were, she would have had a heart attack. She sighs gently and slowly starts drifting off. Before she knows it, she has been dragged under by oblivion. And that is good. Otherwise she would have seen the two glowing golden eyes staring at her through the window.
The next morning comes, and she gets up early - perfect attendance is crucial for a scholarship. She gets out of the bed, groaning. Trudges to the bathroom and hates what she sees the second she looks into the mirror. She looks like crap. Like if someone had beat the living shiznit out of her. Her face is tired; the corners of her lips turned down. There are bags under her eyes from countless nights of haunted dreams. Her shoulders seem to have caved in as they dangle at her sides. Even her eyes have lost that spark of warmth and life. And she hates it. Hates it, hates it so very much. Quickly, she cleans herself up. By the time she blinks, she is at school, putting on that smile and being the Savannah Rangel that everyone knows.
"So what's up with Mr. Bad Boy and you?" Stephanie Vargas, her Asian friend, asks.
The brunette shrugs as she puts her books into her locker and gets what she needs. "I don't know what you're talking about," she replies. Savannah closes the locker, just in time to see the Asian girl fix her a look. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Because I think you are lying," Stephanie declares. "Now give me all the juicy details on how you met."
Savannah rolls her chocolate eyes. "There is nothing to tell. I mean, I don't know anything about him-"
"Except that he is crushing over you," the Asian female interrupts.
Quickly, Savannah shakes her head. "No, no, no. You've got it all wrong. He is not crushing over me. He just defended me, that's all."
Her attempts to control Stephanie are not working. And it's annoying her a bit. "Oh! It's the classical good girl and bad boy romance thing!" Squeals Stephanie with pure delight.
Two of her other friends, Carla Orozco and Rafael Valenzia, approach them. "What's this about romance?" Carla wants to know. Stephanie explains, and the three are soon launched into a conversation on how Liam and her will make the cutest couple. She tries hard to ignore them, but it is an attempt in vain. The romance conversation is making her ears bleed and head to pound with pain. Finally, she can't take it anymore.
"Guys! I'm not into dating right now," she tells them, annoyance and a hint of despair in her voice.
Carla reminds her, "That is what you said about Sam."
Stephanie nods and chirps, "And you two DID make the cutest couple."
Savannah groans. Remembering Sam makes her heart ache badly. The longing that has disappeared comes back. But she shakes her head and tries to voice her reasoning. "Yeah, and then we were no more. Guys, I appreciate your opinions and all, but I'm not going to date. Not right now when there are the tournaments and school work. Plus, dating right now would be looking for a rebound." She sighs. "Can we just drop the subject?"
Her friends exchange looks. With a sigh of their own, they nod. The bell rings, and the four friends have to part. "See you guys at lunch," the brunette calls. Then heads to her first period class.
Math sucks butt. Out of all her classes, this one is the one that she hates dearly. The numbers make no sense to her. All they make her want to do is bang her head against the desk. She takes her seat and smiles at her group. Then focuses her gaze on the teacher. The teacher talks and explains, she takes notes. It's hard to understand the teacher since she starts saying something and ends with something else. In Math, they talk about a lot of things and always get sidetracked. Which is one of the reasons why she hates it. Sure, the brunette doesn't want to be bored out of her mind, but she needs to pay attention in order to ace the tests and open up the various scholarship doors wider. It looks like the lesson is going to take at least ten minutes before it is returned to.
Her classmates are talking about diseases, and then some stupid guy shouts out, "Ebola!" Everyone starts cracking up, except for her.
The teacher soon starts explaining that diseases such as Ebola are not to be joked about. Especially when people in Africa are dying from it. Before Savannah knows what's going on, the teacher starts telling them that someone can be sued for spreading rumors about another person having a disease. The whole class becomes quiet, letting the teacher explain. And just like that, the bell rings and the period is over.
Kind of annoyed that her classmates distracted the teacher, Savannah grabs her things and starts for the door. Her stomach growls; she sighs. It's good that it's lunch time now, because she is starving. The roars her stomach makes tell her to hurry and get lunch. Under her stomach's orders, she hurries and enters the cafeteria. She grabs her food - careful to not get anything with peanut butter - and then looks around the cafeteria. Carla, Rafael and Stephanie aren't there. The realization makes the air take a sudden heaviness. Awkwardly, she stands there. Then decides that she should move because people are looking at her and whispering things.
Just as she takes a step forward, the room goes quiet the second the sharp click of heels is heard. The air is sucked out of the cafeteria and from everyone. A voice says from behind her, "Want to sit with us?"
Maybe she has a huge problem with meddling and doing everything in her power for things to work out her way. But this doesn't bother her. Ignoring the bad feeling she has, she approaches the brunette freshman. "Want to sit with us?" Lydia asks. The girl - Savannah - turns around and looks at her with wide eyes. For some odd reason, this amuses her. She can't help the smile that is carved on her face.
Savannah nods slowly, as if she can't believe that she is being invited to sit with the Misfits. That's what she secretly calls the Pack. Because, really. There is nothing normal about a Pack of supernatural creatures and two humans. Lydia turns on her heel and walks to the table where the Pack is sitting at, Savannah at her heel. The strawberry blonde sits at her usual spot next to Scott and gestures to the seat in front of her. Which also happens to be where Liam is sitting next to.
The True Alpha and the rest of the Pack shoot her looks, but she ignores them. Being Lydia Martin, she really isn't intimidated by supernatural creatures. Plus, her scream can make anyone's ears bleed and brain explode. And that... that is scarier than anything with claws and fangs and bloodlust.
"Liam, why don't you introduce Savannah to the rest of us?" Lydia asks innocently, with an innocent smile on her face.
The second she says it, the beta's stormy eyes widen and he coughs. He opens his mouth to protest, but she shuts that idea out of his mind. His eyes widen even more at her barely whispered threat. Then he nods feverishly. Lydia can't help but smirk. Ah, what power she has over men. Over anyone, really. Just fix them a look and threaten them, and they start begging and doing what she wants. It is a talent that she loves to possess and use.
Liam rubs the back of his neck and clears his throat. "Isn't it better if she introduces herself?" He asks her.
The brunette adds, "We really don't know each other."
How cute and amusing. "Then let's see how much he knows about you," she replies, a smug grin on her face and that twinkle in her eye. If looks could kill, Liam would have blue eyes instead of golden.
"Um, well," starts the teen. Even though she does not have super senses, she can smell the nervousness that reeks from the freshman boy. "She plays sport, is really smart. She's looking for scholarship options and is well prepared. Sam used to date her, and that is a subject she does not want to talk about. Savannah - she can be a bit of a perfectionist-"
Her green eyes light up the second that Savannah scoffs. "I am NOT a perfectionist," the younger female hisses. "And if I am, then it's not my fault that I want a better future for myself. No one can blame me for that."
"Do you ever take a risk? Do you ever stop thinking about the future and decide to live the present?" Liam asks her.
The whole Pack just watches the two bicker like an old couple. It makes Lydia grin big and bright. The banshee catches her Alpha's gaze. Scott shakes his head slightly, and she just grins even more. Oh, if she were a regular teenaged girl, matchmaking would TOTALLY be one of her callings. Of many, many callings.
"You always seem to get what you want, don't you?" Scott murmurs, amazed and slightly shocked.
Lydia just shrugs and replies rather smugly, "I am Lydia Martin." Without meaning to or realizing, she repeats what Peter Hale - the man that made her life a living Hell by being in her kind and making her think she was going insane - once told her. "Lydia Martin is not only beautiful, incredibly intelligent. She's immune."
She misses the looks the Pack - minus Liam - exchange with one another.
He is sure he is going to kill Lydia. It is her fault that he got sucked into an argument that was full of surprising turns and twists. Savannah is feisty, and while he likes that, it irritates his wolf greatly. By the end of lunch, he managed to get into some weird meeting with the brunette. Normally he would not mind, but he is going to see her in a few hours. And that is what bothers him a bit.
The hours fly. He is finished with his homework and now has to go see Gilda and the rest of the troubled teens. When he gets there, he does not see her. But he does not dwell on It since he is early. The session begins and he exchanges his usual greeting with Briana, Ron and Mike. Savannah does not appear. The session ends quickly. He barely manages to scribble down his answers for the reflection worksheet before he is out of the room.
The beta falls Scott and tells him he has something else to do . That he will see the True Alpha at the McCall house. Then he starts running to where she lives. No, he does not stalk her, because stalking is creepy.
When he gets to her house, he automatically picks up her scent. Careful not to be seen, he climbs the side of the house and takes a peek through the window. The girl lies there, unmoving. At first he thinks she is sleeping, but then realizes that there is barely any breathing and a faint pulse. Panicked, he jumps from the side and pretty much bursts his way into the house. He goes straight to her room and goes to her unmoving figure.
He scoops her into his arms. Before he realizes what is happening - before his brain can process any information - he finds himself in the hospital, waiting in the waiting room and feeling miserable. For some reason, he stays there. For some reason he has no idea about but follows it. Sighing, the beta closes his eyes.
Footsteps are heard and he can already smell the scent of the sheriff and feel the presence of his Alpha. Already, he knows that he is in trouble. There is only one thought and one that only in his mind: his life sucks ass.