Grasp Onto

She was the sheriff's daughter. She was always protected, and always cared for, and with a brother like Stiles Stilinski, how could her life ever be boring? It can't.  But it does get very dangerous.  There's a new boy in town, and he's the bad boy. He was transferred from Bradford High to California's Boarding House in an instant heart beat. But Fae has seen this boy before, she just couldn't remember.  Fae started to have nightmares. Horrifyingly real nightmares full of blood and gore. Stiles thinks that the mysterious boy is the cause behind all of this madness. All of her fright.  And maybe he was right. But all Zayn wanted was someone to grasp onto.


3. II. Nightmares

"My nightmares are not just my imagination... they're my reality."

*Fae's POV*

"Girl, get up!" Red shook my shoulder as I saw an unwanted light shine through my closed eyelids. I groaned and stirred to my back as my head fell to the side. I smacked my tongue a little and rested my hands on my stomach. I felt hot breath on my ear as Red got closer.

"C'mon Faerona." She taunted.

"I hate that name."

"Well then, up you go! I promised you I'd do your hair!"

My eyes fluttered open and my eyes focused on her. I narrowed my eyebrows together as my eyes squinted angrily at her. I sat up carefully and stretched my arms up into the air and let out a weird, groaning noise. I threw my hands back down and swung my feet out of the duvet and over the side of the bed. I looked down at my wooden flooring and hissed as my bare feet touched the cold surface.

"Son of a nutcracker!"

"Ah, ah, ah," Red laughed, "no Elf references, dearie. Now, first we will pick your outfit. I'm already ready to go, so we just need to get you ready." Red grinned. I raised my left eyebrow in question before shaking my head.

"All right, I'm in. But nothing pink. Don't make me loose sanity on the first day of school." I chuckled and stood up fully and popped my back and neck. Red cringed and shook her head in disgust.

"Eww! Stop that! That's so revolting!" Red shuttered and hurried to my closet. I chuckled and followed behind her, scanning her outfit as I did.

She had on a red top with the Muppet, Animal, and it said 'save the animals,' some black tights with denim shorts over them, some black combat boots with some Aztec print on the side of them, and some black and red bangle bracelets that drove me insane because of all their clanking and clacking. Her hair was down and straightened, and that only told me one thing. My hair is being curled.

Red hates when I 'twin' my hair with hers. But I can't help it. My hair is naturally straight!

Red finally found a suitable outfit for me and threw the material on the bed, and laid the shoes carefully off to the side. There was a simple and plainly colored royal blue shirt with white, ripped pants and a denim jean jacket, and on my feet, there would be my prize possessions... my red Supras.

"Good choice, Redster, good choice." I nodded my head in approval and pat her shoulder.

"Fantastic! Now put it on so I can do your hair!" Red then hastily scurried off into the bathroom to start her expedition on how to make my crazy hair into something splendidly beautiful. Not going to happen.

I crossed my arms at my waist and took the material of my pajama top between my fingers before easily sliding it over my head. I threw it into the hamper before sliding the pajama shorts off as well before carefully sliding my ripped, white pants over my tanned legs, and slipping the royal blue shirt over my head. Socks were slipped onto my feet before I sat on my bed to slowly slip my shoes onto my feet. My Supras are my baby, and only I can touch my baby. Carefully.

I stood to my feet and grabbed the denim jacket and placed it over my backpack. If I know one thing about hair, it's that it takes less time and it's much easier if you aren't wearing a jacket. They get in your way all the time.

I jogged to the bathroom and came in to find Red with a crimping iron heating on the sink.

Crimps. Didn't seem like Red to me.

"Sit." Red pointed to the closed toilet lid, and I complied, sitting my butt down on the toilet seat. Red took the iron and took a strand of hair and crimping it three times all the way down my hair.

"Don't you need to brush my hair out first?"

"Don't question the master of hair." Red stopped me.

"But what about makeup?"

"I am worried about your hair at the given moment. Ask me one more question, and I will imprint you with this lovely, green, crimping iron right across your forehead."

I silenced.


After about half an hour of waiting, Red slipped a red bow into my hair on the right side of my head, and then pinned my bangs back. She smiled in victory and set her hands on her hips.

"I. Did. Fantastically. Now stay put, I'm doing your makeup now." Red said dramatically as she pulled out all of her supplies. Red went with a smokey eye and red lipstick. Hopefully, I get something a little more simple than that.

I followed her instructions for eye makeup before she told me that she was putting on lipgloss for me instead if lipstick because I had enough color that fit for me, and I didn't need red lipstick like hers. After she was done, she stepped back and gestured for me to look in the body mirror by the bathroom door outside of the actual bathroom. I nodded and got up to look. I was taken back at my appearance.

I looked beautiful. My makeup was done in a simple fashion with some sparkly lip gloss, mascara, white eyeshadow that glimmered, and a wing for my eyeliner. My hair was done amazingly, and the red bow just tied everything together. I loved it.

"All right! Grab your coats!" Stiles walked in, paying no attention to our outfits, as he was in sweats and a tee shirt with black converse on his feet, with unruly bed hair, and an unzipped jacket that he slipped over his shoulders. "I'm driving you to school."

I snorted, and Red laughed. "Not in that, you're not." We chorused and skipped happily down the stairs to my dad's tan, two door, Chevy truck. Or should I say, "Blake."

My dad really needs to stop naming his cars.


"Who's that?"

"The boy with raven hair?"

"Look at all of his tattoos!"

"He's cute!"

"I call dibs!"

"He has a sleeve tattoo!"

"He's in my math class!"

"Who's that, now?" I leaned on my locker as I talked to Red lowly. The guy had raven hair and piercing hazel eyes. His right arm was covered in tattoos for a sleeve, and a leather jacket adorned his broad shoulders. He was attractive, but he was obviously going to be trouble. Especially for Mary Margaret, or Ms. Blanchard, our English teacher. Mary Margaret is a sweet, innocent person with a pixie cut and she's always in a pea coat. This boy would cause her an intimate amount of stress.

"Oh, him?" Red's face slightly screwed in disgust. "He's in my math class, and he's complete and utter bad news. He has all the stupid girls swooning over him, and he-"

"Name, Red. I asked for his name, babe."

"Oh, it's Zayn Malik." She told me as he passed by. I felt something click in my head, but I couldn't put my finger on it in any way. He scanned me up and down before a smug smirk tugged at one half of his lips. Then, he winked and walked off. I rolled my eyes and sighed through my nose as I watched him walk into Mary Margaret's classroom with his head held high.

Great. I have Mary Margaret next. She's going to need a lifesaver with that thing in there. She's only 24! I gave Red a quick farewell and walked into Ms. Blanchard's classroom and noticed Zayn towards the back. And sadly, the only seat left in the room, was right next to him.

Lord help me.

I walked to the back and slid into the chair next to him without even giving him a second glance. I grabbed 'The Scorch Trials' from my backpack and opened the pages to where my bookmark left off at Chapter 36. I was annoyingly interrupted as a tap on my shoulder pulled me from my book. I raised my left eyebrow and looked at Zayn with annoyance.

"What do you want?" I hissed with plenty of venom dripping from my words as I bore holes through him.

"Whoa, calm down babe. You haven't even met me yet." He chuckled and that smug smirk pulled back at his lips. I just wanted to smack it off of his stupid, olive skinned face.

"I've heard enough about you to dislike you, without meeting you." I snapped with sass in my tone. "Now, if you excuse me, I'll be reading my book now. Touch me again, and you'll lose a finger."

My head fell back down to my book.


I threw my math book on my bag after completing it and I flopped down on my bed. It had been an excruciatingly long day, and my body gave out quickly. My eyes fell closed and easy breathing escaped my lips as I fell into a calm sleep.

Heavy breathing escaped my lips as I ran through the woods, and frigid air ripped through my lungs as I felt the demonic creature jump onto my back, and I screamed. The figure had no hands, no legs, no face. Just blood reeyes that bore into your soul. I hear piercing screams echo in my head as it gets closer, and I feel breathing on my neck, yet, there's nothing for it to breathe through.

"Help! Somebody help!" I cried out at the top of my lungs but the figure just pressed against me, taking the ability to breathe from me. I felt my chest tightening as evil laughter rang around me, and a voice whispered into my ear.

"I'm coming for you."

Hey! Terri the Cherry here! Sorry this chapter is a bit of a filler, but this is where we figure out Zayn goes to Fae's school.

I can't get the cast up, so I'm going to put up the MAIN cast right here.

Maia Mitchell as Faerona "Fae" Stilinski

Dylan O'Brien as Stiles Stilinski

Ginnifer Goodwin as Mary Margaret Blanchard

Zayn Malik as Himself

Meghan Ory as Red Riding Hood

Lana Parrilla as Juliana Stilinski (Fae's mother)

Lee Arenberg as Grunpy

Adam DiMarco as Chico

That's the cast for 'Grasp Onto!'

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