❛my reputation's never been worse so, he must like me for me❜
⫍𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯 '𝘷𝘢𝘭 '𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘯 was born to fulfill the legacy of her coven: to be the strongest witch alive. after a tragedy, she finds herself in beacons hills, discovering the de...
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⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼○•∙chapter nine ☪︎
❛unhealed.❜
Val shocked herself when she signed up for the Cross Country team. It wasn't like she was a bad runner or unathletic but the social element was somewhat unsettling. Even more so when the overnight trips were mandatory and she would have to spend every second with a group of teens that she barely knew. It was one night when she couldn't practice her magic and if she messed up she would have exposed herself to a bunch of terrified, confused humans. Being around others was further proof that she wasn't normal and never would be. An everlasting reminder that nothing would be easy. Never fully accepted. Funnily enough, company made her feel more lonely because it only ever put a larger wall between her and potential friends.
That was until she figured out that Beacon Hills was no stranger to the supernatural. All her friends knew about her magic and honestly, she could use the social aspect of being on a sports team. She had gotten pretty close to the pack which only filled her with guilt. If they got too close they would get hurt, she thought. They were stuck under a crumbling dam. If she burst she would hurt them all. The closer they got the more at risk they were. Val could never escape the voices in her head that she would harm anyone who came close to her. Again. It felt like a silent curse. Bearing a weight that you could never share with someone else unless they were to share your burden.
That was why she needed a distraction. If she wasn't focusing on something her mind would sink back into the pain of the past, the questions of the present, and the insecurity of the future. Usually, she would study her magic and absorb all she could. But, shockingly, she had started to run dry all the information Maryse had in the house because she had not much else to do for the years spent in hiding. New beginnings required new practices she thought, and what better to start than to join cross country with two of her favorite people?
Val toyed with the loose hair over her shoulder as the other hand toyed with the iPad in her other hand. "Ok Scott, you ready?" When the boy didn't respond she locked up to the opposing bench.
Stiles propped himself up against the seat in front of him with his forearm to get a better look at the boy. "Yo, Scotty!"
The pair gave Scott his own bench because he was quite obviously exhausted. Black rims sank under his eyes and his body laid like a rag doll across the bench. His arm rested over his stomach and his eyelids hung low enough that he could've been asleep.
