Dear Rabbit

Chapter 3

Tuesday had been and gone, nothing exciting happened except perhaps the fact that a fire drill had been done. By the time Wednesday came around I was wondering if I had settled into another dull, normal routine again; one that was just get up, go to school, go home, sleep, and repeat. Dori was with her new 'squad' the whole of Tuesday-we didn't even talk once except when she got home from Lydia's late in the evening. I had locked myself away in my room texting Scott and Stiles, or trying to at least...apparently they were busy as well. That had led to me sitting at my desk perusing the internet till 3 am and sending my old friends a couple of awkward emails, thus the reason why my Wednesday was dragging by slowly.

I was tired to the point my eyes barely stayed open during class. The boys had noticed rather quickly and took turns in keeping me awake and out of Harris' war path during science. That was the theme of my lessons up until lunch when a sudden bout of energy hit me like I'd been fed a mass of pure sugar. I wasn't sure where the new found energy came from, but I was grateful for it as I sat once more across from Scott and next to Stiles with a plate of fries and bottle of water.

"What did I miss? I mean last night when you two were seemingly so busy..." It probably sounded bitterer than I meant it. I didn't exactly expect the two of them to be at my beck and call 24/7 after a few days of knowing each other, but I would have enjoyed a text back that evening rather than at 6 this morning.

"Uh, sorry about that..." Stiles said, guilt was laced heavily in his voice and it made me regret being so harsh. I just hated being ignored without a reason. A silence fell over our table until Scott had some sort of lightbulb moment.

"I have a date with Allison!" Scott all but jumped for joy. He usually looked like a puppy, but he'd never looked like one so much until that moment. What is with this school? Everyone's suddenly jumping everyone else's bones? His grin was infectious, like a child on Christmas morning; I couldn't help but smile back.

"What?" The story apparently went like this; Allison had been driving home when she'd hit a dog and brought it to the animal clinic where Scott worked, crying her poor doe eyes out. He'd given her a shirt to change into as hers was completely sodden from the bad weather and handled the dog like a pro all in time for her to agree to go to the party on Friday with him. Any previous excuse of 'Family Night' was completely forgotten. It was some sort of fairy-tale situation, in which he was the floppy haired knight in a Lacrosse uniform. I was happy for him, something told me he didn't really get much attention from girls. Perhaps it was about time he got the girl. He certainly deserved to be happy.

After his retelling his story Scott practically drifted off into La-La land, his eyes fixed on Allison across the cafeteria. I was waiting for him to start drooling and sigh wistfully. He gave off the same air as all the leading females in a romance movie with a crush, it got pretty sickening pretty fast.

"So, are you busy after school today?" Stiles talked around a chip, part of me was getting ready to tell him to eat with an empty mouth when he swallowed it, his Adams apple bobbing lightly. Scott was still off in his own world, so I turned my body to face our friend.

"Uh, yeah...I have this...well, mum decided we should all have at least one family therapy session now that we're in a different country and schools started...why?" Mum was a bit of a worry wart, in fact everything was always over the top and melodramatic. The first month of us being in America Mum wouldn't let Dori or I leave the house without her or Norman, and with the recent death of that poor girl she was completely riled up. I loved my mum and I'd do practically anything for her, but it got annoying fast. It's why I chose to just stay in my room most of the time, it caused me less hassle.