𝓐𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓦𝓮𝓻𝓮𝔀𝓸𝓵𝓯? ❤︎ 𝕳𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖍 𝕯𝖚𝖐𝖊

2

-First person-

The class went well, I answered all the questions correctly and went into depth with them. To say at least, Professor Duke was impressed.

"Wow, didn't know my new dear friend was good at philosophy. You're definitely Hamish's teachers pet" Randall laughed as we walked to the dorms since that was our only lesson of the day.

We talked till we reached my dorm and he said goodbye and left. I made some last changes to my new dorm room and unpacked some little things. After that, I was bored. I decided to go to the bar Randall talked about.

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I walked into the bar, it was so warming and cozy. I went to the bar and ordered a beer, as I was about to pay...

"I'll pay" A voice said.

"Oh god! Randall, you scared me" I said.

He laughed.

"And you really don't have to, I'll pay" I argued.

"No, I'm your first friend here, I'll pay" Randall said.

"Well thank you, friend" I chuckled.

"Your welcome, friend" he replied trying to copy the way I was talking.

"You here alone?" I asked

"Um no, I'm with some friends. You wanna join?" Randall offered.

"I mean- I don't want to interrupt though" I said.

"No! No no no, I insist." Randall led me over to a table.

"May I present to you my new friend, Y/n L/n" Randall smiled.

"Hi Y/n" Professer Duke beamed.

"Hey Professer Duke" I replied.

"Call me Hamish when we're outside of school" Hamish stated.

"Okay then. Hi Hamish" I laughed.

"Hi Y/n" He said back.

"Hey Y/n, I'm Jack Morton, nice to meet you!" Jack said kindly with a smile.

"Nice to meet you too Jack" I replied, still smiling.

I sat down next to Randall, across from Hamish and Jack.

I found it kind of weird I was hanging out with one of my teachers but I thought he was quite fun. He was definitely the youngest teacher there though, he was 22 and we were all 19.

We talked for a while and shared some food.

All of a sudden, I heard something.

"I think she's in here, now do it quickly, then we can get the money" A male voice said.

Shoot.

I turned my head to see three men walking into the bar. I quickly turned my head back to the boys and they stared at me, like they heard what the men said too.

"Who're they" Jack said while eyeing the men.

"I don't know," Hamish replied, also looking at the three men.

"Did you hear what they said?" I asked.

"Yes we did." Randall said.

I eyed them suspiciously. How? I thought to myself. I threw that thought in the bin when I realised the men were walking over to our booth.

"Shit" Jack exclaimed.

"Act normal" Hamish ordered, with a sense of alpha-likeness in his voice. Kinda attractive.

As the men walked closer, I realised who they were. They worked for Monroe, the crazy woman who wanted every supernatural creature in Beacon Hills dead. Crap. They were here on orders and the money.

"Hello" One of the men said.

"What do you fellas want?" Randall said cheerfully.

"We want her" The other man said.

"Excuse me?" Hamish asked, glaring, his breathing quickened and so did Jack's and Randall's.

"You guys, cmon, if you want to kill me, say so." I groaned. Sick of this nonsense already.

The men laughed. Then went dead silent and took out their knifes.

"Knifes? I thought you learnt your lesson last time." I said standing up, facing the men.

"Y/n- don't" I heard Randall said, confused. Same with Jack and Hamish who were equally confused.

"Last time?" Jack whispered, thinking I couldn't hear him.

"Give Monroe a message will ya? Tell her that next time she releases a dead pool, she doesn't get lame hitmen like you doing her duties. Aight? I'd kick your ass easily, just like last time" I said threateningly.

The men laughed again.

"Cmon little girl. Last time you weren't alone. You were with your cute little boyfriend. Now he isn't here and these boys" One of the men motioned to Jack Randall and Hamish. "They seem normal, so you're alone."

"normal?" I heard Randall whisper.

"Look, you wanna kill me? Do it outside. This is a bar, show some respect." I replied.

"Fine." The man agreed.

They walked out the door and looked at Jack, Hamish and Randall.

"Stay here, look away" I ordered. But obviously they didn't follow them.

Their eyes trailed at me as I walked out the bar.

"What is she doing?!" Randall shouted.

"Wait...just wait" Jack said, like he was figuring something out.

I went outside to a part in the forest next to the bar where no one could see us.

"Your lucky people are around, other wise I'd rip your fucking throat out with my fucking teeth" I growled. I couldn't shift, people were watching.

The men lunged for me and I ducked, I slid underneath one of the mens legs and took their knife, then threw it far away with my werewolf strength, then snapped his legs and arms and he lied on the floor groaning. I then did a flip then landed in front another man, he swinged his knife and cut me in the cheek. It quickly healed.

"Ow" I smirked sarcastically.

I then punched him hard in the stomach and he fell to the floor. The last man pulled a gun out.

"Guns?" I asked. "You could do better" I smirked.

I lunged forward and dodged all the bullets he shot. I jumped high into the air and quickly punched him in the face. I blew the hair off my face as I turned around to see the 3 grown men on the floor with broken bones.

"Looks like you won't be getting your 167 million today" I grinned back.

They tried getting up and quickly got in their car and drove away.

I walked back into the bar like nothing had happened, luckily no one saw.

"Hey," I said while taking a sip of my beer.

The three boys stared at me in awe.

"What?" I asked.

"You- you- the- that-" Randall stuttered.

"Oh don't worry about that," I smiled and went back to drinking. "I just told them they had the wrong person and they left"