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•Chapter 2•
The claws come out from my nails, my fangs stick out from my teeth as my head moves in all different directions. Hair grows from my cheeks. I open my eyes, seeing the yellow shiny eyes.
I look at my reflection, remembering how I became what I am. An Omega.
I feel a pain in my side as the alpha pulls my leg making me fall on my face, throwing me towards the wall.
In pain, I am able to open my eyes to see Peter walk towards me in human form.
I feel a pain on my neck making me wince in pain before I fall into darkness.
The Alpha took away the future from me. I never choose this, and because of that my life will never be the same.
After I left Beacon Hills, I had no pack and no Alpha, quickly after that I became an Omega. Yet, my eyes are yellow. Why aren’t they blue?
“Why are my eyes yellow and not blue?” I ask Jason. The werewolf that seemed to have all the answers.
“The colour of your eyes determine your personality. If you are confident you have blue eyes, if you are insecure however, your eyes will be yellow.” He says, quickly realising how insecure I was, I am.
Sadly, there is no going back. And I still haven’t told Stiles. Every time I try to write it. It seems like I can’t get my fingers do it.
I have to live with it.
•
“Here is your car key. I figured you would need it since – it would be annoying having to call Mr Stilinski to bring you.” My father says making me smile. I finally have a car. No more rides from Stiles Stilinski. I mean, depends on the ride.
“Thanks, dad. For everything, you are literally the best father in the world.” I say as he smiles.
“I try my best.” He says and we both laugh before giving a tight hug.
“Oh, I already talked to Mr. Stilinski about you staying in his house and he is okay with it – but please. Don’t make his life miserable.” He says making me laugh.
“I will try my best.” I say smirking thinking about the things that I could do. The fact that I’m going to live under the same roof as Stiles makes my heart jump from excitement.
I say my goodbye to Candice and head to the front of my house to see my new white car. I look back to see dad and Candice hugging each other and looking at me with smiles on their faces.
I’ll also miss this town. I mean sure some people here are really annoying but the town is beautiful.
I get in my brand new car, closing the door behind me as I look back one last time at my family.
I place the key on, turning it making the car start to work. I put my seat belt on and of course I put on some music, loud music.
It is an hour journey, but I love long journeys and from what I know, it will be worth it.
•
Here I am in a mechanics with a freaking flat tires with this young kid, probably 14 years old annoying the crap out of me. He literally is talking bull and making fun of me while he helps with my tires.
Probably in work experience.
“Your clothes look funny.” He says smirking at me as I try to ignore his comments.
“Here you go, you are finished.” The older guy says as I hand him some money. I get inside my car preparing to hit the road once more.
I open my window, as I feel the heat come onto my body from my car. I put my sunglasses on since I look pretty badass with them.
“Are you going to give us any tip, ladybug?” The young annoying kid says resting his arms on my opened window.
I take off my sunglasses to look him in the eyes, giving him a sarcastic smile.
“I don’t know – do I look like a charity?” I say before putting my sunglasses back on as the boy’s mouth forms into an ‘O’ shape, probably thinking about a witty response.
I start driving and just before leaving I throw him the middle finger making me feel pretty good about myself.
I put on Zara Larson’s ‘Ain’t my fault’ as I sing along, or more like shout. Just 30 more minutes, hopefully.
•
The sun hits my face as I finally come across with the sign with the words ‘Welcome to Beacon Hills’
My eyes water as soon as I place my eyes on the sign, tears of relief fall from my eyes as I waited for this moment for the past one year.
I continue to drive as I come across all the buildings that made my two years in this town amazing. From the school to Lydia’s house to Scott’s house to the hospital and, to Stiles’s house.
I park in front of the Stilinski residence as the sun still hit the town.
I make my way nervously to the front of the house as I knock on the door. After about a minute, the door finally opens to reveal Mr Stilinski, he quickly smiles as his eyes land on mine as we hug.
“Stiles is upstairs.” He says as I push my luggages to the inside of the house. I look around and nothing has changed. My eyes wander around as my mind fills itself with memories.
I slowly walk up the stairs, smiling at myself at the memories me, Stiles and Scott created in this house.
I stand in front of Stiles room as I hear him mumble stuff making me smile at his dorky self. I knock on the door as I take a look at my clothes to see if I look presentable.
“Yes, dad –” Stiles says flying open the door as his eyes land on mine, he instantly stops talking as we just stare at each other.
His hair has grown out which makes him look even more attractive and I also feel like he has gotten smaller, or maybe its me who has gotten taller. Most likely.
I smile at him as he runs to my embrace and we just stay there, taking in each others presence and I must add that a lot of tears were shed from my part.
It’s good to be back.
•
We both tell each other what happened in each others life while I was gone. I got to know about Boyd and Erica. I remember Erica, she was the shy girl who didn’t talk much.
I also got to know about Matt, Jackson which went to London and Isaac.
I also told him about Cassandra and even the two werewolves that I met.
“Well, me and Scott are going to a Birthday Party of a close friend of mine.” Stiles says getting up from the bed. ( no we didn’t actually go there. Pervs. )
“Sure can I come?” I ask.
“Of course. The golden trio is back at it again, plus it will be a great way to welcome you back.” He says giving me a cheeky smile, giving him a smile in return.
•
Me and Stiles both decide to surprise Scott since he doesn’t know about me coming back.
I go through the back door, going around the house to see Scott, he also has changed. He got a haircut and he definitely goes to the gym more often, or maybe it’s just my eyes.
“Ready?” I hear him ask Stiles.
“Has anyone seen my favourite dog?” I ask as I get out of my ‘hiding spot’. Scott immediately notices me and runs to my embrace as we both laugh.
“Missed you. Gosh.” Scott mumbles.
“I missed you too.” I said looking up to the sky mentally thanking God for such amazing friends.
“Very emotional? Very emotional but – we gotta go.” Stiles says as me and Scott cut from the embrace.
Stiles gets in-between us putting his arms around both of our necks pulling us with him towards the party which is so close that we can get there by foot.
“What?” Stiles asks looking at Scott while I look at both boys.
“What, what do you mean ‘what’?” Scott asks while the three of us keep walking. I am wearing a purple shirt with a white jacket along with some black trousers, which was the first thing that I happened to find in my luggage.
“I mean ‘what’, and you know what.” Stiles responds back making me even more confused.
“‘What’ what?” Scott asks and by this point I am seriously getting dizzy with going in circles with this conversation.
“You guys are making me dizzy and confused.” I say putting my hand in my forehead checking if I have a fever. Which I might do, I’m not the best at switching towns.
“That look you were giving.” Stiles says making me even more confused.
“I didn’t give a look.” The werewolf says innocently.
Yet I’m the one who literally doesn’t have a clue on what they’re talking about.
“There was a distinct look, Scott.” Stiles says.
“What fuckin’ look are you guys talking about. You guys are driving me insane!” I say blowing out.
“The look that the last thing you feel like doing right now is going to a party.” Stiles says making me look at Scott with a knowing look.
“It’s not that. It just seems weird going to a different high school’s party.” Scott says.
“Oh, I thought that she was from our school.” I say. My body suffers from a freezing burn as the colder breeze hits against my body. It is night time so what do you expect, Dayton?
“Nah.” Scott says.
“God, one drink, all right? You’ll be fine. I went to nursery school with this girl, okay? She promised to introduce us to all her friends.” He says. I feel a pint of jealously going through my body and sadness as well. Maybe he moved on, it’s not like we had anything anyways but I don’t know. I had the hope that maybe he liked me.
“Fine! You’re right.” Scott says letting out a sigh.
“That’s right I’m right!” Stiles says with a slightly cocky attitude.
“How does my breath smell.” Scott asks as we approached the front door. Already listening to the music that blasted though my ears. I recognised the song ‘I took a pill in Ibiza’.
“I’m not smelling your breath.” Stiles says.
“Yeah, me neither sorry Scotty boy.” I say following Stiles to the front door. We open the door and a voice instantly calls for Stiles.
“Stiles!” A blonde girl approaches us.
“Hey! There’s the birthday gi-” Stiles is unable to finish his sentence as the blonde shell already has her lips against his. She could very well audition for a dementor for Harry Potter.
My lips form into an ‘O’ shape as that was so not expected.
“Come downstairs with me and help me pick out a bottle of wine.” She says with her patronising voice before Stiles accepts her offer like a little puppy and follows her downstairs.
He looks back one more time before disappearing.
I hope he has fun.
Scott walks towards a darker skinned girl.
“Hey.” The werewolf says.
The girl looks at Scott up and down before smiling and walking away, Scott turns to me with a sad expression.
“What did I do wrong?” He asks.
“Well, lets see – your outfit screams ‘I want to get laid tonight’. ” I say and he looks at his outfit checking it before looking back up at me. “Well isn’t that what girls like – though? Isn’t that a good sign?” He asks making me chuckle.
“Nobody likes a fuckboy.” I say patting him in the shoulder before walking away to get a drink.
I walk to get a drink and I pick up an orange juice in a glass.
I regret coming to this party.
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