DARKROOM
A room in which total darkness is achievable, permitting light-sensitive materials such as film to be handled without fear of their exposure to light.
"Stop with the pictures kid," I smirked in amusement as Matt was ushered away be a frustrated deputy. Reluctantly he shuffled back though he was totally still taking photos as he moved away from the ruined school bus that was slowly being encased with bright police tape. As if a few bits of ribbon would keep curious teens away. Talking of curious teens, the dynamic duo chose that moment to join us, freezing as they stepped out into the chaos . Scott's eyes widened as if reliving some horrific memory and Stiles eyes quickly darted between the bus and his friend before returning to the bus. I could see the pair whisper to each other before Scott began fumbling for his phone and shot off into the school clearly searching for something or someone.
"Got any weird theories?" Matt jested as he sidled up next to me pulling me attention from the doorway where the pair had just stood. I merely shrugged back at him as we set off to class. Matt was one of the few people, actually the only person other than my middle school councillor who knew I liked to read about bizarre legends and myths. It had begun as a fascination (or perhaps it was a mind numbing fear) of monsters and developed in a slight obsession with the unknown. "What not even a little conspiracy about escaped government experiments running lose around Beacon Hill?" He grinned at me as I nudged him sharply in the ribs for teasing.
"Prove to me there wasn't any government involvement," I stressed the word wasn't as the sentences rolled of my tongue. The corners of my lips curled upward was a caught sight of McCall pushing his way through the hall clearly he had not found what he was searching for. Stiles scurrying along behind him struggling to keep track of his friend's movements. I turned towards Matt, "I doubt anyone knows what happened just yet. Though I'd bet those two have something to do with it." I could see Matt's eyes follow my thumb as I gestured over my shoulder towards the pair who had stopped by a row of lockers.
"Come off it Em, Those two are just a pair of…" He stopped abruptly. I turned to see what had stunned him into silence, which was not an easy thing to do. There on the opposite side of the hall stood Stiles. He was now completely alone and seemed to be fixated on one locker in particular as it hung from its hinges. A clear fist indent sat dead centre of the door and I knew instantly who had put it there. "…He just, McCall just, what the hell,' I ignored Matt as he mumbled away to himself about the event. Ignoring his disbelief and his need to rationalise it. Instead I lifted my head to meet the panic set of hazel eyes. I know Stiles could see the gears churning in my brain as the dots began to join. He knew I knew something was going on. Even though we weren't friends from the look on his face I think he knew I wasn't about to drop it anytime soon.
The dull tones of the tannoy droned out across the hall as stiles hurried of after his friend. My eyes only leaving the locker at the return of its owner. An incredibly pissed off looking Jackson. "Attention, students, this is your principal. I know you're all wondering about the incident that occurred last night to one of our buses. While the police work to determine what happened, classes will proceed as scheduled." A chorus of groans and complains filled the halls, "Thank you."
"I'm already late of class so I'm not even going to try and discuss that with you. Save me a spot at lunch?" Matt shock his head as if trying to remove the image from this mind.
"Nah, I'm going to sit with people I actually like," He bumped shoulders with me as he walk past muttering something about doing me not having any friends. No different to our usual goodbyes. I followed the rest of my peers into our chemistry class purposely evading eye contact with Mr Harris as I slid onto a stool near the back.
I should have picked my seat better, I was just out of earshot and couldn't quite make out what McCall and Stilinski were discussing so animatedly. Not that I didn't try. " , if that's your idea of a hushed whisper, you might want to pull the headphones out every once in a while." The class turned to watch the teen as he scoffed at the teacher's words. "I think you and Mr McCall would benefit from a little distance, yes?" Clearly Harris was as annoyed with the pairs constant muttering as I was. Though I imagine for very different reasons.
"No," whined the teen as he scooped his books up and looked new seat. Scott had moved forward nearer the front so he needed to go back. I gave him a small smile and tapped the stool beside me. His eyes widened and I could see him scanning the room for an escape.
"Let me know if the separation anxiety gets to be too much." Harris quipped as Stiles placed his belongings on the bench beside me with a dry laugh.
I opened my mouth to question him about the bus, the strange behaviour, the photos but quickly closed it as a voice called out across the classroom, "Hey, I think they found something!" In an instead the entire class was up at the window. Peering out at the bus and a body being stretchered out of the bus into an awaiting ambulance. As the group of gossiping teens pressed themselves against the glass I side stepped my way towards Scott and Stiles desperate to hear there thoughts on the situation. Unfortunately, I missed most of the discussion as I was forcibly pushed backwards into a bench as something made the crowd scream and jump backwards.
I stopped trying to move closer as Scott looked towards his friend, "Stiles I did that." He genuinely looked concerned. If Matt had been there he would have told me to think logically. There is no way a high schooler could do that to a bus. But, and it was a big but, I had seen enough illogical things that I was beginning to think there was nothing this high schooler couldn't do.
I made the executive decision not to tell Matt about the snippet of conversation I had overheard in Chemistry. He would only make a boring explanation for it. The world was already boring why waste time trying to explain things in a dull way when there was a chance for a 'what if' moment. "Would you either stop staring or go and sit with them. You clearly aren't listening to me," Matt snapped at me as he pushed my tray of food toward me making the drink spill slightly onto my freckled arm.
"Oh stop being such a baby. I'm trying to figure something out." I replied calmly using his sleeve to wipe the soda off my arm.
He could tell I still wasn't giving him 100% of my attention as a watched the animated pair slide into seats at the table beside us. "What can't you decide which one to take on a late night drive? Has Michael been replaced that easily?" He shot back. Now he had my full attention. I was annoyed he had brought up Michael considering it was his fault the idiot had stopped talking to me. Before I could reply with my own barbed reply his foot nudged mine and he was clearly trying to get me to look back at the table he had earlier been jealous of.
"What," I sighed turning to look. Well I hadn't expected that. The table beside us was now full. Lydia, Jackson and others from their pose had followed Allison as she settled in next to Scott. An Image that seemed to rile Matt up even more. I stared in disbelief as the mismatching group settled into a convocation. Though from the look on Scott and Jackson's faces I doubt it was civil.
"Okay maybe you're right something is definitely up with McCall. He has to be on something. Bet him and Jackson use the same dealer that's why their suddenly so chummy." Matt spat out as we exited the hall after spending the last 10 minutes of lunch grumbling about how Allison never looks at him. He slammed his locker closed and continued to mumble angrily about Jackson and Scott under his breath.
Sighing I massaged my temples in annoyance. I just couldn't deal with him and his stupid pity party for one moment longer, "okay on that note I'm leaving." He barely acknowledge me as I turned the corner and continued down a different hall towards the carpark.
There in the middle of the hallway blocking my exit was none other than Stiles Stilinski. One arm in the air and back towards me he as watched Scott leave. "Wait, Scott, you didn't, am I attractive to gay guy? You didn't answer my question." I cocked an eyebrow and waited for him to release what he had just shouted down the hall at his friend.
"I can think of much more pressing questions." Both arms flaying in the air he stumbled around with a yelp nearly crashing into me as he tripped over his feet to turn.
"You," he gasped breathlessly as he tried to straighten himself out causally. One hand coming down to point at my face in an accusing manner as if it was my fault he couldn't turn around like a normal human being.
"Me," I replied pushing his finger away from my face slowly. Trying to decide what question to ask first now that I had him alone. However, as always things never go as planned. Before I could get my first question out a shrill series of beeps erupted from my pocket making the twitchy teen in front of my jump. I can't stop myself rolling my eyes at him as I fished the phone out and answered with a bored, "what?"
I was greeted by the sugary tones of my mother, "Hello hunny your dad is working late tonight and I'm," she paused as if trying to think of an excuse, "well I'm just busy," how creative. This from a woman who writes books for a living, "could you pick Joshie up please?"
"fine" I hissed through my teeth as I ended the call. The hiss turned to a groan as I realised Stiles had used the phone call to sneak away. He obviously didn't what to chat to me and I doubt it had anything to do with my dazzling personality. It isn't that big of a deal he was my neighbour after all. It isn't like he could avoid me forever. I spent the time running around after Josh to prepare my questions. I knew I had to ask about McCall's strange behaviour. It was clear something strange was going on and it seemed to have all started with the body they found in the woods.
Once I returned home I made a point to jot down the questions that had whirled around during the drive. Soon the back of my bedroom door was covered in developed photos of Scott. Post it notes with messy scribbles of 'glowing eyes' 'claws?' 'body in woods' 'faster' 'stronger' and other random words clung to the wood around the photos. Standing back from the door to see it all I could feel my brows furrow into a frown. Once again my eyes lingering on the silver font of the book I'd moved onto my desks days ago. Pulling a clean post it from the pack I scribbled one last word. 'Werewolf'. No. I scribbled it out in frustration before scrunching the note up. As much as I wanted to believe it that was just to far-fetched even of me. A light chime pulled my attention away from the door and to my phone. Matt's name filled my screen along with a message, "Rumour has it that drive kicked it. Thought you'd be interested." I couldn't help but look across to the Stilinski house hold. The Sherriff's car was missing and if I wasn't mistaken the shadowy figure fumbling through the bushes looked like his son, who clearly didn't care for the curfew that had been imposed.
big gaps between updates I know. Hoping to get season 1 done this summer as I have nothing else planned at the moment. fingers crossed.
As usual tell me what you think good bad what ever xx