ᴛᴏ ᴋɪꜱꜱ ɪɴ ᴄᴀʀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴᴛᴏᴡɴ ʙᴀʀꜱ
ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ
ʏᴏᴜ ᴅʀᴇᴡ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍʏ ꜱᴄᴀʀꜱ
ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ ɪ'ᴍ ʙʟᴇᴇᴅɪɴ'.
in which the sarcastic and emotional girl falls for the true alpha and everyone realizes it but them.
"i vant to suck your blood."
teen wolf
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·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐒𝐇
My anxiety was at an all-time high, with what happened at the police station, and Jackson 'dying' on top of it.
I truly didn't believe he was dead. Gerard controls him now; so, this is all probably a part of some master plan.
I kept thinking about what Stiles said last night, on the bench, about how it sucks watching all this horrible shit happen around us, and not being able to do anything about it.
I hated that feeling. I didn't want to be useless, and just hide in a corner while my friends were in trouble.
So, I begged my dad to help me train, not with guns just yet. But he had helped me learn to use daggers, and a few fighting techniques. I definitely wasn't skilled, but at least I'm able to do something. Maybe not against supernatural creatures, but if I had known these things before, maybe Matt wouldn't have kept us hostage for so long, I could've done something, anything.
But instead, I just stayed silent and cried. I felt weak, something I never want to feel again.
I was currently standing between Isaac and Scott in the mens locker-room. Am I allowed to be in here? Probably not. Do I care? Definitely not. I wanted to help as much as I could with finding Stiles.
"I've got to meet with the medical examiner and try to figure out what happened with Jackson. I've got an APB out on Stiles. His Jeep is still in the parking lot, so that means..." Stilinski informs us wearily.
"Hell, I don't know what that means. Um, look, if he answers his phone, if he answers his emails, if you guys see him—" he says quietly.
"We'll call you." Isaac assures.
"He's probably freaked out from the attention or something. We'll find him." Scott promises.
"Yeah...I'll see you, okay?" Stilinski says before leaving the locker-room.
"Sommers!" Coach exclaims, walking over to us.
"You're lucky I like you. Cause you're definitely not supposed to be in here."
I smile at him, shrugging as he goes on to speak to Scott about his grades.
Isaac and I had a conversation about how we don't think Jackson is dead, while Scott was being lectured.
We made up our own handshake the night we tried to trap the Kanima in the club, doing it as Coach walked away, Scott looking at us weirdly before laughing.
