HIM - D.H

Chapter Four

*Arabella's POV*

It was a cloudy Monday morning that I awoke to at 6am. It had been a few days since the night of the full moon and my father's face was incapable of leaving my mind. The anger pursued through my veins that night, I was tempted to rip his throat out with my teeth and end my vengeance right there and then. My body still ached from shifting that night. But, when Scott was cornered, Derek and I had no choice but to help him escape from those venomous hunters.

Sipping on my morning coffee, as the morning rays decorated my living room, my eyes glanced over to Allison's jacket on my sofa. Derek had used it to lure Scott to him into the reserve on the night of the full moon and I knew at some point I'd have to return it, perhaps stuff it into her locker.

I haven't spoken to Derek in a while. We texted every now and then, but being so busy, I wasn't surprised at the lack of communication. I didn't care entirely, however, there was that lingering feeling in the pit of my stomach that I couldn't comprehend, nor wouldn't go away.

I also hadn't had a chance to speak to Scott properly. I know that he's acknowledged that I am a werewolf, but I suppose he has countless questions that I knew I had to answer sooner or later. What made it even harder, is that he's fallen for Allison. So, in the midst of trying to help him, the potential love of his life is essentially a pawn in my revenge plan against my father, at least that is the plan for now.

I have gotten to know Allison as well. She's very kind and well-mannered. She's charming and she is quick to adjust to her surrounding, but she is also naïve and has been kept in the dark by her family. I had sincerely hoped she wouldn't turn out like the rest of her family when she finds out what they really do for a living as werewolf hunters, as well as if she were to continue her infatuation with Scott McCall – a bitten werewolf. There's a major conflict there.

After my coffee, I took a quick morning shower and proceeded on drying and styling my hair. After a quick attempt at my makeup, I changed into slim-fitting office pants, an emerald-green blouse, and black pointed pumps. I slipped an extra pair of ballet flats into my bag, before grabbing my keys, Allison's jacket, and headed out the door.

I managed to arrive at Beacon Hills High pretty early, considering the time. I had Allison's jacket gripped into my hand as I made my way to her locker. Using my supernatural hearing, I figured out the combination to her locker and slipped her jacket inside before shutting the locker door. I turned on my heel and headed back to my classroom, getting ready to prep for the day.

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I had finished teaching a class of freshmen for the day when I decided that since I had some time to kill before my next class in the next few hours after lunch, I would watch the students train lacrosse... I also needed to check in on Scott. I knew he had more questions for me, but I suppose I'll answer them all in due time.

I changed into my ballet flats and proceeded to lock the door of my classroom before heading on over to the lacrosse field. There, students huddled around, making themselves comfortable enough to watch through the lacrosse training.

Coach Finstock blew the whistle, gaining everyone's attention, "Let's go! One-on-ones from up top! Jackson! Take a long stick today. Attaboy!"

My eyes followed Jackson Whittemore swap lacrosse sticks before standing in front of the goalie as defence, opposite a line of players playing attack. A sly and cocky grin fell on his face as his eyes scanned the line.