Not another teen romance - teen wolf

Fear

It was pitch black outside and I can't see a thing. I kept walking, not knowing where I am or even where to go, straight ahead but the branches were getting thicker and the air was heavy. Under every footstep a crunch was heard to which I winced, cursing under my breath. I had nothing on but a tank top and shorts, the frosty air making the hair on my arms stand up. "Chloe, you need to find a way out. You will die out here from hypothermia." I kept whispering under my breath, the reason unknown. Not too far up ahead a warm yellow light could be seen and a flicker of hope jumped through my body. I broke into a sprint, smacking unwanted branches out of my way. Not too far now, I can literally nearly touch it. I stopped abruptly, almost tumbling over a branch. I was wrong, the light wasn't a sign of hope, they were eyes. Those horrible yellow eyes of wolves and I was getting closer to it, it was getting closer to me.

I turned running faster than I ever have in my entire life. The ends of branches hitting my face like knives, causing small scrapes to run along my face. I heard the growl, my blood making him hungrier. I turned my head, only for a split second to get its location but I instantly regretted it. A log or some stick, I don't know, lay still and hard on the ground. My foot caught under the wood and propelled me over the other side. I tried to get up, the footsteps were getting closer, I failed miserably. I think I broke my ankle, I tried pulling my leg free but it was no use they have already gained up on me. I didn't need to look up to know, I could hear them.

Scotts eyes shone darkly into my own. He stood only a few feet away crouched down, teeth bearing. Behind me, circling me, the blonde boy I had only seen the night before. They looked between each other as if having a telepathic conversation. Isaac nodded toward my brothers best friend and came towards me slowly. My heart is slamming against my chest hard, my breathing shallow and rapid. This is it I thought I am going to die.

They both lunged at me.

I woke up screaming, sweat trickling down my forehead into my open mouth. My tank top drenched at the back. Stiles came scrambling in, my dad not too far behind. I can't breathe, I can't catch a single breath. Stiles was sitting beside me, rubbing my back attempting to soothe me. My dad grabbed my hands, talking low "It's alright sweetie. It was only a nightmare. A nightmare is all. Look you're okay. I promise you're alright."

My breathing slowed and my heart rhythm back to normal. It was just a dream, but it felt so real? Stiles drew his hand back from my top, wiping it roughly on his pajama bottoms. "Chloe, next time can you try not to sweat like a pig?" to which I smacked him with a pillow. "Oh yeah, real mature." He stood up and stalked out of the room. Being as dramatic as all hell.

I grabbed my phone off the nightstand, 6:45, and saw I had two messages from Isaac. I am so sorry Chloe, I didn't mean to scare you and I do really like you, please talk to me. I shut off my phone and got up. My hair was a tangled mess and my face was blotchy. This is going to take a while.

I washed, brushed, and curled my blonde hair. Threw on some mascara and lip-gloss, looked at me in the mirror, looked presentable, and went downstairs for breakfast. "Leaving in 15, dad went to the office for work early." Stiles was pouring himself orange juice with a piece of toast dangling from his mouth. "What was this morning about anyway?" he asked when he sat down, shoving the plate of toast to me.

"Just school stress." I shrugged, he eyed me up and down. Crap, he doesn't believe me. "What? Mind your own business anyway." I shoved the toast in my mouth and avoided his gaze.

"Chloe, you were shouting wolf, Scott, and Isaac? That doesn't sound like school stuff." Stiles was trying to do his detective bullshit on me. "You can't just throw that stuff around. What if dad heard you?"

"Oh, I'm sorry Stiles. I'll try to keep my nightmares quieter from now on. God forbid dad finds out." Stiles exhaled slowly.

"Thank you." There was no hint of sarcasm in his voice. He thinks I'm being serious. I roll my eyes at him and grab my bag. "Well, wait for me." Stiles jumps off the chair stumbling over with his jacket undone.

The car ride to school was quiet. Stiles making stupid comments here and there to which I ignored. When we pulled into the parking lot, Scott approached the car, stiles waving frantically at him. I jumped out of the car, walking straight past Scott, not saying a word.

The school was already packed. People were everywhere. Lydia, Jackson, and Allison by the popular lockers. Two couples making out by the stairs and my old friend group by the benches. I took a deep breath and began to walk toward them until someone grabbed my arm and dragged me toward the bin which was surprisingly deserted.

Isaac.

"Isaac now isn't a good time ok." I looked at my shoes, I am really not in the mood to talk to werewolves at the moment... or ever. Isaac put two fingers under my chin to raise my head to him. His big blue eyes staring down into my cold grey ones.

"Chloe I know this is a lot to take in. I shouldn't have sprang it on you like that but please cant we at least try." His eyes were searching mine, darting from left to right. I don't know what he wants, but this is not what I want, not right now.

"Try what Isaac? Me and you? We're not even dating. Try to be friends? Is that what you want? Because I have enough friends." I ripped my chin off his fingers and walked toward the girl's bathroom. Tears dared to prick the corner of my eyes but I quickly blinked them back. Chloe, you will not cry over a boy.

The bell had rung long after I left the bathroom. The halls were empty; everyone was already in class. I walked over to my locker and slumped down in front of it. Hugging my knees tight, they're not going to hurt you I thought why are you pushing them away? They won't hurt, they won't.

I raised my head because of tapping on my shoulder. A teacher, I'm getting detention, what a crappy way to end my crappy morning. The sight of long brown hair and matching eyes eased my nerves slightly. Not a teacher but Scott. I took a deep breath and looked at him.

"Chloe? Are you alright?" He put his hand on my shoulder and I shuddered under his touch. I smiled weakly at him,

"Fine, thanks." His face remained somber, worried even.

"Stiles told me you had a nightmare last night." My eyes narrowed at his statement,

"He did? Did he tell you what it was about?" Scott shook his head, his hair flying off in every direction.

"He said I should ask you and talk to you, but if you don't want to tell me, I guess that's alright too." I obviously wasn't going to going to tell him the truth. What would you even say to that, oh yeah actually I'm terrified that you and your wolf friends are going to drag me into the woods and kill me. I don't think it would go down very well.

"It's fine. Just school stress and all. Exams and things just freak me out. I know I'm a nerd." I let out a fake laugh. I think he bought it because he was also laughing.

"A cute nerd." At that, I stood up and threw my bag over my shoulder.

"Watch it McCall." I said jokingly. He stuffed his hands awkwardly into his pockets and shrugged,

"Always am Stilinski." He winked and turned away, hopefully back to class.

When I find Stiles I am going to kill him.