Dark of the moon (Dnf)

Galvanize - 2

“You’re a witch.” Isaac said decidedly, as we got down from my car. I rolled my eyes. “I’m not a witch.”

For god sakes, all I did was make a few things in my bedroom supernaturally fly into my hand. That doesn’t make me a witch. They aren’t even real. “Call me that again and I won’t be picking you up.”

Isaac has been living with Scott and Melissa ever since Derek kicked him out. I mean he kicked him out for good reason, but he still hasn’t returned. Besides, I think living with Scott has been doing him some good. 

Since Scott has a bike, I’ve been picking Isaac up now. Although if he calls me that again I’ll make him walk. Isaac paused, staring ahead.

“Why are the twins here?” I followed his gaze to see Ethan and Aiden on either side of Scott at the bike racks. What the hell?

“We'd add strength. We'd make you more powerful.” I overheard Aiden tell Scott. My jaw drops in shock. They were trying to get themselves in the pack? How dare they?!

“There's no reason to say no.” 

Isaac and I stormed up, arms crossed at the twins. “We can think of one,” Isaac counters Aidens words. “Like, the two of you holding Derek's claws while Kali impaled Boyd.” 

“Or trying to kill us in the hospital.” I added. Isaac nods. “In fact, I don't know why we're not impaling them right now.” 

Aiden growled, showing his eyes and claws. “You want to try?” I make my eyes glow, if he wants to fight he's got a fight. He isn’t an alpha anymore, I can easily take him on now.

He does not get to try and join the pack after all the shit he did to my friends and my family. 
Scott holds Isaac and me back before I can pounce on the son of a bitch.

“Sorry, but they don't trust you,” Scott apologized to them. Don’t know why he would apologize, we owe them nothing. “And neither do I.” 

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“Hey, dude! Good decision, buddy!” Stiles compliments on Scotts decision to deny the twins into the pack. “Good Alpha decision.” 

Scott nods as we head to the lockers, “I hope so.” 

I shake my head, “No, you know so.” The twins have hurt us repeatedly, I think all of us would get into fights with them if they were in the pack. I know for a fact I would.

“Then I can take–'' I paused when I realized Scott was barely paying attention to me, he was looking elsewhere. I follow his gaze. At Kira. 

I grinned and crossed my arms. “What are you looking at?” I teased. 

“Me?” 

I nod. “You.” Stiles follows his eye of sight, slipping an egg carton into his locker. “You looking at her?” 

“Her?” Scott questioned dumbfounded, pretending not to know what we were talking about. “Who her?” 

I laughed, oh he is adorable when he’s flustered. “Her her-- Kira.” Don’t act like you don’t know who I’m talking about Scott McCall. “You like her?” 

Scott shook his head. “No. I mean. Yeah. Yeah, she's okay. She's new.” I smirked. “So, ask her out.” 

Scotts eyes went wide. “Now?” Stiles and I nod. “Yes, now.” 

“Right now?” 

“Right now, Scott!” Stiles said exasperated as we began to walk. “I don't think you get it, yet. You're an Alpha. You're the apex predator!” Stiles exclaimed.

“Everyone wants you! You're like the hot girl that every guy wants.” 

I frowned, pausing in the hall. “The hot girl?” Scott repeats confused. How is he the hot girl? Stiles nods, taking him by the shoulders. “You are the hottest girl!” 

Scott smiles, deciding to just revel in it. “I’m the hot girl.” I nodded, I had no idea why we were using this as an example but whatever. “Yes you are.” 

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“SON OF A BITCH!” yelled Coach from his office, the boys and I suppressed laughs. All night last night we spent it booby trapping his office. We’ve done it for 7 consecutive years, it's amazing that he hasn’t realized it’s us.

“Mischief Night!” Coach yelled as he entered the class. “Devil's Night! I don't care what you call it-- you little punks are evil!” 

It was impossible not to smile. “You think it's funny, every Halloween my house gets egged? A man's house is supposed to be his castle! Mine's a frickin' omelette!” Oh coach, I’m sure it’s a nice decorated omelet. 

On Coach's desk was a small box with a letter. “Oh,” Coach turned to his desk, seeing a small paper wrapped box with a letter. “This?” Coach questioned. “We're gonna do this again?” I frowned at the small box, we didn’t do that. I wonder who did. “I don't think so!”

Coach grabbed the small box off his desk and threw it on the ground, and then he even smashes it with his foot. It sounded like cremacic that he had broken. Coach was also confused by it, so he reached into the destroyed box. Turns out it was just a mug. A birthday mug.

"Happy birthday, love Greenberg."