𝗛𝗢𝗣𝗘?
Why was hope calling her? She debated for a long time after she left the abounded train station on weather to call her back or not. Charlie didn't know what was wrong but she knew it was bad. Hope said she would only call if she had too. So what could have happened at the school. As Charlie was walking through the school lost in her thoughts, she looks up to find what felt like the whole school starring at two girl, and brunette and a red head. She walks past a few people till she starts to get pisses off because no one is moving.
"HEY!" Everyone moves to look at her. She pushes past people to the front, "Move, or be moved. Stop starring like a bunch of idiots, get on with your fucking day and fuck off!" She yelled at everyone they don't move for a second so she takes the opportunity to speak again, "GO!" After she yelled that they all started moving as fast as the could to leave.
If Charlie wasn't so pissed off she could have laughed. After that she just walks off to watch lacrosse practice, ignoring Lydia Martin and some other girl who was trying to talk to her.
As she gets there she sees Jackson talking to a kid on the benches. She walks up to him raping her arms around his neck.
"Hey!" She smiles happily at him.
He looked up at her smiling, "hey, what are you doing here?" He asked holding her arm now ignoring the kid next to him.
She let go of him to sit down next to him, "well, it's lacrosse practice and I came to watch - yeah I can't lie. I just want to see someone get their ass tackled to the ground." She says looking at him with an innocent smile.
He chuckles and goes to respond but coach cuts him off by blowing the whistle, "I will see what I can do." He tells her making her smile, before tuning of to the players and running out onto the field.
Unknown to Charlie, two dumb best friends were watching the whole interaction suspiciously.
One wondering why his sister is still friends with Jackson Whittmore and the other wondering who the hot new girl hanging with Jackass was.
As she was a light to walk to the bleachers she smells blood, Charlie looks around before deciding to file the sent. Just as she turns behind the bleachers. The faint sent of blood is gone.
She is about to turn around and leave until she catches a scent from last night coming up behind her. Just as they about to take her by 'surprise' she vamps speeds them into one of the pole behind the bleachers.
She holds the person tighter as they struggle in her grasp, trying to free themselves.
The person who tired take to get the jump on her puts their hands up in surrender, "Woah, your pretty strong for your age." They state, she looks up only to find Derek Hale.
Great.
She sighs pushing off him to stand up properly, "Your smart, leading me out her with blood. I was hungry, still am. So tell me what you want before I decide to just have some werewolf for brunch." She threatens not in the mood for some one to try and kill her today.
He laughs, "Your a vampire, werewolf—." But Charlie cuts him of by 'shh'ing him.
"Yeah, yeah I know. Vampire hate werewolf and werewolf hate vampires. I have heard it all before." She tells the werewolf waiting for him to tell her a real reason my she is hear.
He sighs before continuing, "I want to know why you just happen to show up the same time as the argents." She freezes.
Charlie lifts her head to look at him, "Argents? Wait as in hunters, the Argent?" She asks him again.
