A week passed and I hadn't talk to anyone with a supernatural connection. I haven't been sleeping properly, I'm always jumpy and I can't keep my food down. I've been ignoring Dad, Allison and Gerard while I was at home, which wasn't that often since I had been staying at Jeremy's place.
A couple days ago was a presentation night at school so I was busy throughout the week. The night was to give out medals, awards, and even some music and drama performances were shown.
Also, Melissa had put in a good word for me at the hospital and they offered to give me job there once I graduate school. So I guess that was some good news.
My hand hovered over the door knob of my house. I wasn't sure if I wanted to go inside. What if Allison had told Dad and Gerard? Turning the knob, I opened the door and entered the building.
It was dead quite so I assumed no one was home...until I walked into the living room. There was Allison, Dad and Gerard.
"What's going on?" I asked in an innocent voice.
"We were just waiting for you, since you haven't been home all week," Gerard said.
"That's because I was busy. The presentation night was two nights ago," I responded.
"Why didn't you tell me about that?" Dad asked.
I clenched my jaw, "I did. There's was even a reminder on the fridge. But...I guess you were a little preoccupied." I ignored his guilty expression.
"A couple days ago," Gerard started, "Allison told us that knew Derek. A little more than you should." My heart started to speed up. Of course she did.
"I can explain–"
"Explain what?" He hissed, standing up from the lounge. "Explain that you've been fooling around with the enemy?"
"Was he forcing you?" Dad asked.
I averted my eyes to the ground, "No," I whispered.
"Where's Derek?" Gerard asked.
"I don't know, he never told me," I lied.
"Do you know what would happen to a hunter if that ever happened?" Gerard questioned. "It was the families duty to take the problem out." Kill me?
"Well, I guess it's a good idea that I'm not a hunter."
"But you're still a part of this family," Allison spoke. Ouch...
I crossed my arms and glared at the trio in front of me, "No, I'm not. Legally, yes, but I was born a Devereux. So I'm not a part of this family, and right now I don't think I want to be." My flickered from Dad to Allison. "I have no idea who you two are anymore. You're willing to kill werewolves and possibly kill me in process. And Dad, you have this look in your eyes that reminds me of when I told you Elijah was a werewolf, you looked disgusted in me, like you don't know who I am," I wiped away a couple tears that escaped m eyes, before continuing, "You two were so caught up in trying to find something that you know you won't catch that you forgot the performance night, so you might as well forget about my prom and my graduation."
I turned around and walked upstairs in to my room.
God, that felt good to get off my chest.
Later that night, I turned up at the school for the lacrosse. I walked over to the bleachers with Ashley and Ben, and sat down a few rows behind Scott and Stiles so I could listen to their conversation.
"You're Dad coming?"
"Yeah, he's already here."
"You seen Allison?"
"No, you seen Lydia?"
"Not yet," Scott shook his head.
"You know what's going on?"
"Not yet."
"It's going to be bad, isn't it? I mean, like people screaming, running for their lives, blood, killing, maiming kind of bad?"
"Looks like it."
I sighed, rubbing the side of my face.
"Scott, the other night seeing my dad get hit over the head by Matt, you know, while I'm just lying there and I can't even move, it just...I want to help, you know, but I can't do the things that you can do. I can't..." I feel like crying just from hearing that. Gosh, I'm so emotional.
...why am I so emotional?
"It's okay," Scott said.
"We're losing, dude."
"The hell are you taking about? Game hasn't even started," Coach Finstock said, walking behind them. "Now put on your helmet and get out there. You're in for Greenberg."
"What? What happened to Greenberg?" I smiled at Stiles's face.
"What happened to Greenberg? He sucks. You suck slightly less."
"I'm playing? On the field? With the team?"
"Yes, unless you'd rather play with yourself."
"I already did that today, twice."
I laughed, shaking my head.
"Get the hell out there!"
"All right."
Once Stiles ran on the field with her gear, I saw Scott sniff the air and turn to face me.
I gave him a weak smile.
"Have you talked to–" Allison.
I shook my head, hugging my mid section.
He nodded.
We were losing. The guest team had two point, while we had none. The whistle blew and the ball was thrown. Stiles caught it...then got tackled by the other team.
"Ooh, I got it, I got it," I heard him say, getting the ball in the lacrosse stick net. I cringed when he got tackled again.
Sometime through the game, Scott got ready to play, but Finstock grabbed his shoulder, pushing him back down.
"Sit down, McCall."
"But, coach, we're dying out there."
"I'm aware of that. Now sit." I laughed, catching Ashely's attention.
"What did I miss?" She asked, looking up from her phone.
"Nothing, we're just losing. It's kind of funny," I shrugged.
She hummed before going back to her phone. Anti-social person. I frowned.
Isaac then joined the field, but kept knocking our team players to the ground. Coach was calling his name, but then had enough.
"Lahey! Seriously, what the hell is your problem?"
Isaac just shrugged cockily.
I shook my head, looking amused.
Feeling like I was going to throw up, I quickly left the bleaches and ran to the girl bathroom inside the school. I just made it to the toilet and threw up everything I ate today. Yay, note the sarcasm.
After washing my mouth out with cold water, I cleaned my hands.
"It was a good effort, Isaac. It was. This would be so much more poetic if it were half time." It was Gerard.
I looked around the bathroom and didn't see him. How–how can I hear that? I know I don't have supernatural hearing, but how could this be possible?
The sound of something colliding against a wall made me jump.
I quietly walked of the bathroom and ran out of the school.
Looking at the scoreboard I saw BH lacrosse team had ten points, the guest team had nine. I smile, knowing we won. "We did it! We won!" Coach praised.
Suddenly the field lights started turning off one by one. Screams echoed everywhere, people were knocking into me, but I held my ground.
"–somebody is down on the field."
Then the lights turned back on.
Walking closer to the crowd of people, I saw Jackson.
"Get out of the way. Move. Back off!" Coach made his over to the group.
"Jackson? Jackson! What's happening?" Lydia started to panic.
"Can we get a medic over here?" There was a pause. "Were gonna need a medic!"
I kneeled down in front of Jackson and put my ear to his chest. There was no pulse. "He's not breathing," I told them, "no pulse."
Melissa lifted up his lacrosse jersey and there were bloodied claw marks.
"Oh my god. There's blood!" Lydia panicked.
I frowned, my eyes searching the puncture wounds. He did it himself.
As Melissa started to do chest compressions, I saw Mr. Stilinski looking around the field.
"Stiles! Where's my son!"