School just finished and I didn't get a chance to talk to Scott or Stiles all day. Though, I did see them leave together in Stiles' truck. So I've been following them to make sure Scott doesn't do anything stupid... Such as playing in that game tonight.
I was running through the forest next to the car, staying out of sight. Luckily, I was able to keep up, but when the car stopped I was surpised when I almost ran into a tree. I brushed down my black skinny jeans. I picked up my leather jacket that I dropped.
I was too slow to listen in to what they were walking about, but then I saw Stiles get out of his jeep and throw something towards me.
Stupidly, I went to catch it and it was some plant. When it got closer, I could smell it. Then when it landed in my hands, I hissed. "Ow, ow, ow, ow."
I clench my fists and throw the plant to the floor but it's too late. I've already touched it. My hands are all burned and now they might not heal for a while.
I turn back to see Stiles... alone.
I walk over to him, "Stiles... Where the hell is Scott?" I yell and open the door wider to see if Scott was actually in there, and as I already knew, he wasn't.
"I didn't- I don't know... I-" He starts but I cut him off before he has a panic attack.
"You call and see if anyone has seen anything suspicious." I order him, taking charge like the woman I am.
I run in the opposite direction to Stiles and back into the forest to see if I can catch a scent. However, when I do, I know Scott's long gone. But I know one place he might be...
The lacrosse game...
I was sat on the bleachers waiting for the players to come out and praying that Scott isn't with them. But of course, here he comes.
I got up and walked over to him, but Lydia beat me to it.
She grabs his uniform and pulls him close so he could hear her properly, "Scott - I just want you to remember one thing for tonight..."
"Uh - Winning isn't everything?" Scott repleys with hope and uncertainty.
"Nobody likes a loser." Lydia told him before walking off.
"Scott... What do you think you are doing?" I hiss at him quietly so nobody hears me. He rolls his eyes at me and carries on walking, "Not you too!"
"Yes, me too. What are you going to do if you, shift, on the field?" I ask him, saying 'shift' quietly so no one thinks I'm a weirdo. "What? Everybody'll just keep cheering, huh? You are not only putting yourself in danger, but also me! And Derek." I try to talk some sense into him, but he doesn't listen.
"If I don't play tonight, I lose first line!" He exclaims, sticking on his helmet.
"That's a good thing Scott!" I yell at him and ignore all the weird looks I got from passing people. "This is a very agressive sport, and you know that you could hurt someone or more people because you're selfish enough to take this risk just so you can make first line, and get the girl, and have a perfect life. But get this Scott, think of us who were born with it, and could never do stuff like this, or play aggresive sports, or have a normal life..."
"Ari-" He starts but I cut him off.
"No, Scott! You don't get it. I didn't choose to have to baby-sit your ass, or look out for you, or help you survive. No, I'm doing this out of the kindness of my heart. Why do you think I'm here Scott?" I breath and search his eyes through the helmet.
"I'm sorry Aria, but I didn't choose this life either. So I'm going to carry on with mine." He runs off to the field and leaves me standing there, angry and fustrated. I sigh and walk back up to my seat.
"Aria! Come sit with us!" I heard Lydia shout at me from the other seats. When were we friends? Ah well, she's with Allison and I like her, so why not?
I walk over and sit down between Allison and this over-excited dude who I think was about to take his top off and run around screaming 'Lets go, Lets go, Lets go!' like a hyper active cheer-leader. This was going to be a long game...
The game was almost over and Scott was... Well, doing all the stuff he shouldn't be doing. Flips, laps, scaring the other players into giving him the ball, you know.
Eh, he's just so... Stubborn! Didn't he listen to any word I said?
Of course, he scored the winning goal so I stood up with the rest of the crowd and clapped, with an irritated fake smile. When everyone started running down to the field, I saw Scott run off to the changing rooms. Then I saw Allison run after him.
I cursed under my breathe and chased after them. Stiles came up next to me, "Scott's wolfing up and we need to stop him before he kills someone." Stiles starts hyperventleing.
"Stiles, calm the hell down! Lets go before Allison sees him." We both run towards the changing rooms.
"It's okay. I can handle weird." I heard Allison say with a laugh. Oh no, she knows. What the hell?
"To be totally honest, you, uh... make me kind of nervous." Scott replied.
"Yeah, kind of like really nervous. I just... I wanna make sure I get my second chance."
"You already have it. I'm just waiting for you to take it."
"Well, maybe I need to learn to take more chances."
"Maybe you do."
I peeked around the corner of the lockers to see Allison and Scott making out! Ewwww! And now I'm sounding like a 4 year old!
Stiles sees them as well and doesn't turn around, instead he just watches them. Creep!
"I gotta get back to my dad." Allison tells him when they pull apart and she turns around to see us stood there. I give her a little wave and an embarrassed smile. "Hi Aria, hi Stiles."
"Hey." I say quietly, not wanting her to ask questions on why I am here.
"Hey, yeah." Stiles tries not to grin as she walks out of the changing room, then I turn back to examine Scott. But he was to dazed to even listen to what I had to say.
"I kissed her." Scott smiled, looking at me, then Stiles.
"We saw." I smirk at him and sit on one of the benches. This place makes me want to throw up.
"She kissed me." Scott told us.
"We saw that too. That's pretty good, huh?" Stiles shrugged, but something was up with him.
"I - I - I don't know how, but I controlled it. I pulled it back." Scott grinned at me. Probably because of the heightened emotions. "Maybe I can do this. Maybe it's not that bad."
"Yeah, heh. We'll talk later, then." Stiles starts.
Stiles pauses before speaking, "The, uh, medical examiner looked at the other half of the body we found."
"Well, I'll keep it simple. Medical examiner determines killer of girl to be animal, not human. Derek's human, not animal. Derek not killer. Derek let out of jail." I smirk at this. Telling the police was a stupid move.
"Are you kidding?" Scott exclaimed.
"No, and here's a bigger kick in the ass." Stiles looked between us both, "My dad I.D.'d the dead girl. Both halves. Her name was Laura Hale." Laura? What? She can't be dead? Derek knew about this? No, he must have gotten it wrong. Derek told me Laura was out of town. Could he have lied to me? How could he do that when he knew she was my friend!
"Hale?" Scott asks.
"Derek's sister." I glare at the wall in front of me. Could Derek really have killed his own sister...?
I walk into the unlocked loft, where I knew Derek was.
I was sat at his table on his laptop.
"So," I start but Derek doesn't turn around, "We won the game."
"And Scott played in it. Didn't he?" Derek asked, but he already knew the answer.
I cough awkwardly, not knowing what to say next. "Did I not tell you to not let him play?"
"Sorry dad." I say sarcastically and he turns to glare at me.
"You lied to me, you said you wouldn't let him play." He argued and I raised my eyebrows.
"I lied? What, so I have to obey your every command but you don't tell me about something as simple as your dead sister!" I shout and his face turns emotionless again.
"I didn't think you'd be staying." He simply said and turned back to his laptop.
"She was my friend! Did I not deserve to know why she wasn't answering calls or texts?" I yell, angry. My eyes glowed a little then turned back to normal. Did I mention I grew up with anger issues? I haven't been having trouble with it until now. And it's even more of a problem as I'm a werewolf.
"Let it go. She's gone." He hissed, not wanting to talk about her anymore, but I wasn't ready to just let it go.
"Was it hunters?" I ask, a permanent glare on my face.
He sighs and turns his head slightly, "She was cut in half, what do you think?"
I tried to calm my breathing but it didn't work. To say I was mad was an understatement. I was seeing red. I clenched my fists and only just noticed my claws digging into my skin.
Derek, who must have heard my jagged breathing or smelt my blood, turned to look at me. "What are you doing?" I just heard him ask, but it sounded distant to me. All I could hear was the sound of my heavy breathing. "Aria?" I look up at him and I know my face had turned into my wolf one. "Calm down, just... focus on my voice."
"I..." I trailed off and grabbed a fist of my hair. I heard myself growl and taking deep breathes.
I realized Derek was slowly making his way over to me, "Hey, it's okay. Please calm down." As he spoke, his voice got louder. Or I could just hear him clearer. Either way, it was working. I close my eyes and focus on his voice. 'You're going to be okay', 'I'll protect you', 'Calm down'.
When I opened my eyes up again, I realized Derek was hugging me. It's strange, I didn't think Derek was much of a hugger... Though when he noticed I was back to normal, he pulled away and lead me to the sofa. He wrapped a blanket around my shoulders and walked into the kitchen. Was Derek actually being hospitable?
He came back out and handed me a bowl of vanilla ice cream and a spoon. "Thanks." I whisper, slightly embarrased about blowing up like that in front of him.
"No problem." He walks back over to his laptop and I eat my ice cream. When did he get this? I looked everywhere the other day! He must have a secret hiding place for the ice cream... And I'll make it my life mission to find out where it is.