A Hale of a Teacher

Chapter Five

Claire's POV
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It was the end of the school day and honestly we were all pretty tired. But every year after the first day of school, the four of us would go on a hike during the night at Beacon Hills Preserve.

We all had to be very careful that Stiless dad, Sheriff Stilinski, did not figure out we were gone most of the night.

Stiles was to pick Tori and I up at Claire's house, then pick up Isaac.

Stiles beeped his jeep and yelled, "BEEP BEEP GOES THE STILES JEEP. TIME TO GET GOING."

We hopped into the jeep and went to pick up Isaac and headed to the preserve.

We decided to hike the mountain trail up to the very top.

"Dude, It's cold," I murmured.

Stiles took off his sweatshirt and handed it to me and smiled, "I don't need it, everyone knows I'm always hot anyways," He laughed.

"Thanks, Stiles," I said, thankful to have his warm sweatshirt.

Tori and Isaac were holding hands and talking quietly to each other, once in a while laughing.

Stiles ran ahead, "Oh my god! I think I just saw a fox!" He continued to run, then tripped over a branch and rolled down a hill.

"Oh god, Stiles are you okay?" I ran towards where he had fallen and helped him up. He brushed off his shirt.

"Well that was funny," Isaac said laughing.

Tori was looking past us into the forest, she squinted, "What is that? It looks like a house?"

We all turned to see a half burned, abandoned, old mansion.

"It looks empty," Stiles said.

"You mean abandoned," Isaac laughed.

"Yeah, yeah," Stiles said annoyed, he didn't like being wrong.

"Okay, whatever, lets check it out," I said with a smirk, "Unless you're scared."

We cautiously headed towards it, then heard something in the woods. We looked at each other and made the executive decision to run into the mansion.

"This is a bad idea," Tori mumbled, "What if someone lives here?"

Isaac smiled, "Its called abandoned for a reason, love. Plus I'll protect you, if you're scared."

The inside of the mansion was broken, empty and extremely burnt.

Stiles walked around the perimeter of the room and found a small metal pan, "Oh look, I think it says Property of The Hal Family... haha who has the last name 'Hal'?"

"Well," A deep aggressive voice came from behind us. "Maybe the last name is actually Hale?"

"Shit." Isaac mumbled. "Mr. Hale... Nice to see you."

Mr. Hale growled, "Get out of my house."

"I KNEW SOMEONE LIVED HERE! TOLD YOU SO!" Tori exclaimed.

"GET OUT." Mr. Hale raised his voice.

We turned and walked, as quick as we could out of the not-so-abandoned Hale House.

We must have been forty feet away from the house, when we heard a rustle in the bushes.

"What was that?" Tori whispered.

"The Abominable Snowman," Stiles answered in all seriousness.

Isaac laughed quietly, "It's not even winter, you idiot."

The rustle came again, but louder.

"Maybe we should get going," I added quietly.

"Yeah, You're probably right," Stiles agreed.

We started to walk down the hill when all of the sudden...

"Oh my god! That's the fox!" Stiles exclaimed with a smile and began to run after it.

"Come here, fox! Wait a second... Thats not a fox! DUDE, THERE ISN'T SUPPOSED TO BE WOLVES IN CALIFORNIA!" Stiles yelled.

He began to run frantically back towards where we were. Behind him was a large, black, wolf with its fangs showing in a terrifying snarl.

The wolf grabbed Stiles by his ankles and started to pull him back into the forest.

Isaac being a surprisingly good friend grabbed a stick and smacked the wolf right in the snout. It whimpered but before backing away, bit Isaac in the arm.

The wolf charged again towards Isaac, but before it bit him again, we heard Mr. Hale yell, "Peter! No." The wolf whimpered then trotted away.

I ran towards Stiles. He was laying on the ground wheezing loudly.

"Stiles, Are you okay?" I said scared.

"Panic .... Attack," He said in between wheezes.

Stiles had many panic attacks after his mom passed away. Anything that made him nervous or scared him would give him panic attacks.

I helped him sit up and grabbed his hand, "Alright, calm down, Stiles, it's okay."

I was used to helping him with his attacks.

"Okay, Stiles, count with me one... two... three... four..."

But he couldn't stop wheezing.

So I kissed him.

It was like someone shot off fireworks in my brain. I slowly pulled away to see he had calmed down.

"How'd you know that would help? Did you read that article about how holding your breath stops panic attacks?"

"No, I just kissed you."

Stiles smiled weakly, "I love you, Claire."

"I love you too." I responded.

Then Stiles passed out.

"Shit, I think he's bleeding to death."