𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐄𝐒 ━━ 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝟎𝟏 | 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲

𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐄: '𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍'

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏: 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐘

THE FULL MOONLIGHT ENCASED Lana McCall in a soft glow that made her tan skin twinkle like liquid gold through her open window. She let out a low graon as she stretched on her soft bed, her back arched like a cat's and her round ass swayed in the air. Her body was sore and tiredness crept into her bones and she wanted nothing more than to slip under the covers and go to sleep but it was the first day of her Sophomore year and even if she wanted to her best friend, Cheryl Martin would never allow her.

"You still there?" a sultry voice flowed over the speaker of Lana's phone and Lana stopped stretching and laid down normally then pulled the phone closer to her and replied with a yes.

"Good because I still haven't picked out my outfit for tomorrow!" Cheryl said and Lana rolled her eyes, She had already helped pick out three outfits for her but she kept changing her mind. Lana's dark brown eyes strayed on the small clock on her bedside table and grimaced at the blaring numbers,

It wasn't the first time Lana had been up past her curfew and wouldn't be her last, not by a long shot but she had gone shopping with Cheryl earlier and was tired, especially after the long shift she pulled at the local hospital. She was doing an internship under her mother's watchful eye over the summer to earn some cash and because her mother didn't give her a choice in the matter. It wasn't like Lana wanted to be a nurse or anything disgusting like that, she hated all bodily fluids and hated unnecessarily touching people especially old and sick people fearful she would catch it. She had no problem with blood and had been a big help with the previous week's blood drive and loved jabbing needles into people.

"Come on Cher it's late and I need my beauty sleep," she stated while she got up from her bed and placed a pair of black heels on her vanity for the morning. Her outfit was ironed and ready to be worn and she was going to wear the fuck out of it. She grabbed her bottle of coco butter lotion from her white vanity and started applying it on her arms seeing as her legs were freshly shaved and were slathered in lotion and her toenails were painted a dark purple. Her damp hair was up in a soft towel and would be nicely curled in the morning.

"I know, I know! I just got to have the best outfit because Lydia will not be upstaging me for a second time!" Cheryl said, her annoyance clear through the phone and Lana chuckled, The Martin twin sister rivalry was strong and was peak entertainment for the McCall girl. Her twin brother, Scott was the complete opposite to her, he was a guy first of all and was as low maintenance as a cockroach and was labelled a 'loser' while Lana was the popular cheerleader type alongside the Maritn Queenbees. They were as close as they could be with their busy and different lives and Lana would always protect him because she was the oldest, by one minute, something she loved to flaunt and hold over Scott's head.

Lana went to say something but froze after hearing a loud bang outside her window and picked up the phone and said, "Just wear the black skirt and the red-sleeved V top. I gotta go, Cherry, love you!" She hung up without waiting for a response and stood up from her bed then quietly tiptoed to the open window and peered down to the bottom story. It was late and she couldn't see anything with the darkness covering the entire street in a shroud of mystery and it seemed to make the shadows alive and slithered around making phantoms appear around corners. She picked up her brother's spare lacrosse stick that she said she would fix yesterday after she heard yelling.

She walked out of her room, the lacrosse sticks high up in her hands as she crept down the stairs and out the door. She was thankful her mother was still at work and not able to see her paranoid self. She honestly should've known that it was Stiles, he would be the only one creeping around near midnight. He was hanging upside down on the roof talking to Scott who by the looks of it had a similar idea with his wooden bat in his hand.