Without you

Wolf Moon: 1

1st Person

My names Georgina Leon, people call me Georgia because I hate my name I feel like Georgina makes me sound like a spoiled brat. 6 years ago my mothers best friend died, Talia Hale.

I grew up with the Hales going to their house everyday after school, walking to and from school with Derek, dropping Cora off at Middle School on the way. Derek Hale was my best friend despite him being 3 years older than me we were very close.

When the fire happened the only people who survived were Derek and Laura as they were at school and Peter Hale, Dereks uncle who luckily only got bad burns it was bad and still is but he's alive. After the fire Laura thought it would be best to take Derek away from Beacon Hills but Peter was in critical condition and couldn't travel, as for me. Well my mother moved us to outer banks where we would go every summer anyway, so I already had friends and was familiar with the town.

I moved back to beacon hills in January it's September now. It's been a little over 6 years since the fire, I try keep my mind off it but it still hurts , like I lost family that day too. I've finished school, my mothers friends have sons a few years younger than me, Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinksi.

My mothers dating the coach from Beacon Hills high so he put in a good word and got me a little part time job coaching the basketball team. It's not great money but I don't really mind.

I'm currently in the midst of an argument with Stiles because he bursted through my door and dragged me out of bed. When I shouted at him his excuse was "but your mum gave me a key." I hate this kid so much.

"Come on Georgia. It'll be fun." "Looking for a dead body. Sorry half of a dead body will be fun?" I roll my eyes, over the past twenty minutes I have been debating all decisions to ever come back to Beacon Hills. How did I go from floating down the marsh in Outerbanks, beer in hand, sun blazing to this. Sitting in a jeep with two boys who are younger than me, pajamas on, hair in a messy bun, going looking for a dead body, half a dead body.

"Look if you haven't noticed i'm actually very excited so could you please stop being a buzzkill." The boy who's driving says. I sigh and my eyes fall on the boy in the drivers seat.

"I thought you were getting an early night for lacrosse tomorrow?" Scott turns to face me with a dead look on his face. "So did I until someone gave me a heart attack by dangling from my roof." My eyebrows furrow in confusion. "Stiles how the hell did you even- you know what? I don't wanna know."

Jumping out the blue jeep Scott seems to be hesitant. "We're seriously doing this?" The shaggy haired boy asks. "Your the one always bitching that nothing happens in this town. Chop chop things to do. People to find." Stiles hurry's on. "I wanted to get a good sleep for practice tomorrow." The McCall boy sighs.

"Yeah because sitting on the bench is such a gruelling effort and Georgia haven't you complained enough?" The dramatic boy flails his arms. "No, because I have to hold basketball tryouts first thing tomorrow yet here I am following two teenagers through a fucking forest." I shout, Stiles shushes me and then the other boy begins to talk.

"No it's not a gruelling effort because I'm playing this year. In fact I'm making first line." Scott announces almost proudly.

"Hey! That's the spirit. Everyone should have a dream, even if it's a pathetically unrealistic one!" "Asshole."

"Hey just out of curiousity what half of the body are we looking for?" McCall asks. "Huh. I didn't even think of that!" Stiles says with an amount of calmness that in a situation like this should be studied. "Oh my god. Seriously you didn't think to check?!" I whisper-shout.