The Lost Hale [𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐢]

11

DIRTY STOP OUT AND DETENTIONS

Imogen had quickly found her friends in the hallway, quickly grabbing the clothes from Allison.
"Ooh you dirty stop out." Lydia cooed and playfully winked at Imogen.
"You slept with someone?" Allison asked, wide eyed.
"I didn't even sleep near him, never mind sleep with him." Imogen rolled her eyes. She started to walk to the bathroom to change, half to avoid the intrusive questions.

Unfortunately Imogen wasn't in luck and the two had followed her to the bathroom.
"Jackson said you got out of that weird boys wrecked jeep this morning.. Is it Miles?" Lydia said obnoxiously.
"Stiles and nothing happened." Imogen protested, changing into the denim skirt and tucking the oversized plaid shirt into the garment.

"Of course nothing happened. Strange choice but everybody has to have a first time." Lydia fawned over the concept of her new friend having her first time.
"For the twentieth time, that didn't happen. The sheriff let me stay over after a row at home." Imogen blurted out, flustered from the constant questions about what hadn't happened.
"Row? You had a row with mom and dad?" Allison frowned and woke up from her position of leaning against the wall.
"The sheriff?" Lydia wrinkled her nose at the thought, oblivious to the new tension between the siblings.

"It was only a small argument. About..curfew." Imogen yelled out of the toilet stall, hooking the sun necklace she'd asked for around her neck.
"You still have a curfew? You're in high school." Lydia scoffed.
"Lydia!" Allison moaned and threw her hands up in the air.
Imogen rolled her eyes at Lydia's obliviousness, walking out of the bathroom stall and proceeding to wash her hands.
"The point of this conversation is that nothing happened between myself and Stiles." Imogen said flatly, placing her hands under the dryer.
"You're wearing his shirt."
"I nearly slept in the woods Lydia, he gave me his shirt out of of generosity." Imogen snapped, making Lydia fall quiet.

Imogen sat in her seat in history class, drumming her fingers on the wooden table in front of her as she copied down a diagram. She could feel two pairs of eyes in her direction, staring at the back of her head. Stiles, who sat behind her and Allison to her left. Imogen already regretted bursting out the news about the argument at home but Allison would figure it out eventually.

"Imogen." Allison hissed quietly, trying to get her attention to hand her a note.
"What do you want?" Imogen groaned.
"Imogen!" Allison whispered louder, handing the note to a boy in front of her sister and gestured for him to pass it along. The note consisted of demanding an explanation of what her sister had spouted earlier, about having a row at home.

Imogen took the note after it was passed to her, rubbing her temples in frustration.
"Dad rang me and asked about you but he wouldn't tell me about the fight. What happened?" The note read.

Imogen's mind switched off, her eyes becoming watery as the flashbacks from the row began to play over in her head.
"You're not a monster.. the man was joking.. he was joking... he must of been.." Imogen scrunched her eyes shut, placing her head on the desk to shield herself.

"Imogen argent? What's the answer or are we too busy enjoying our nap?" Mrs Walker asked smugly.
Imogen quickly raised her head from the desk, digging her nails into her palm. She swallowed and tried to wet her mouth, that felt like the Sahara dessert all of a sudden.
She could catch Lydia trying to subtly mouth the answer out of the corner of her eye, but she could t concentrate enough to catch what she was mouthing.
Imogen squeezed the pencil in her hand tighter, squinting and trying to get a sense of the question on the board.

"Would anybody else like to answer since Miss Argent is incapable?" The middle aged teacher smirked. Some of the class erupted into quiet laughter and Imogen finally lost it. Between Allison intruding into her life and asking her questions that she didn't know the answer to and the proposition that she could in fact be some sort of a monster.
"They're all dead anyway, nobody cares." Imogen threw her hands up in the air and stormed out of the classroom.

"Miss Argent! You can apologise to the school tonight for your behaviour, by helping out at the lacrosse game tonight!" The teacher yelled out to the young woman, as she ran down the corridor and into the nearest room. The nearest room was an empty science lab and she quickly sunk to the floor.

Imogen moved her nails around her palm in an effort to distract herself. She had to stop when she felt a source of pain and slowly opened her palm. There was sharp nail indents in her hand, some open and bleeding. It could happen all over again, the night she so desperately wanted to forget. The night she'd changed into.. something. Something that surely shouldn't exist.