Dear Rabbit

Chapter 5

The weekend had been a case of me switching my phone to silent and hoping beyond all hopes that the dastardly duo, Scott and Stiles, didn't try and find me. I wanted to give them space, and I supposed that if that meant spending more time with Lydia Martin and Jackson Whittemore then I could make that sacrifice. If Frodo could spent a god awful amount of time carrying around an evil ring of power, then I could dodge the boys and spend time with other people.

When I say I hoped they didn't find me...well I meant that I hoped they didn't physically come and get me. And they had. Individually. Scott had been the first. Dori had turned him away when she found him knocking on the front door asking to speak with me. She told him to jog on or something to that effect. I could see his hurt puppy dog look from my vantage point at my window. Stiles had showed up later, on the Sunday at 11: 09 pm to be exact. I had rocks thrown at my window, a multitude of text messages, and one voice mail:

"Charlotte...hey, uh...it's Stiles...look, um, me and Scott don't know what we've done...if...if this is about the whole party incident and not responding to your messages we get it...but we could...I don't know...would you just call? Please? We're worried...and um, I don't...just please call me or Scott okay? I'll...um...I'm...bye, Lottie..."

I'd felt terrible for not phoning either of them back, for not texting them, for ignoring them, but as much as I had my doubts about what I was doing, I figured that if it was true...if I was annoying them ...then maybe they needed some space. It was one week, not a death sentence. We'd all be fine. If an emergency came about then I'd just postpone the avoidance.

When school finally came around again on the Monday I hadn't wanted to get out of my nice, warm bed. Mum had yelled and I had murmured in discontent at being risen...I wallowed in the shower practically numb and had thrown on the first pieces of clothing I could find. It was a day in which my usually sunny disposition was about as bright as London during December when it was pouring down. That's to say, not very.

I had been uneasily glancing this way and that when Dori approached me. Her face was covered by a large, extremely extravagant bouquet of all sorts of colours and smells. There were roses, lilies, I think I even saw a sunflower...It led to the question of why she had a bouquet in the middle of school-I didn't remember her having it when I drove her to school this morning. The creation was massive, so I doubt that I had missed it. It was larger than my bloody torso!

"I need a favour." We were stood directly in the middle of the hallway by our lockers. I wasn't too worried about class, I had a free period next and I'd probably procrastinate whilst pretending I'm actually doing some form of work. However, I had Lydia during my free period and if she saw me she'd most likely have an aneurysm-I looked even more disheveled than normal thanks to more reluctance to come to school this morning.

"What...?" I was sure the expression on my face was one of annoyance. The whole weekend had been a case of 'favours' all of which included trying to gain Lydia's forgiveness or smoothing over the ruffles between Dori and Jackass...Jackass who really didn't like me bear that in mind.

"Just...I don't know give Lydia the flowers?" Her hands lowered the bouquet so I could actually see her face rather than just a small slice holding her blue eyes. She looked fretful. Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth and her nose was wrinkled up in worry. She had been completely out of sorts after the whole fiasco on Friday night and completely hung-over on the Saturday...I had to lie and say she'd caught food poisoning of some sort. I don't think mum believed me, although Norman was pretty happy to agree with my diagnosis. Of course he was. Norman would go along with anything to keep everyone happy.