Tomorrow's Promises

3| you're a werewolf

New Character: Brant Daugherty as Ryder Ashby

»»———-　CHAPTER THREE　———-««

Victoria

"So, in other words, he got hurt after we left him alone in the woods?" I confirmed with Stiles for the second time, closing the door on his jeep. He had picked me up this morning, as usual, even though I had my own car, he always insisted. Scott usually takes his bike in the morning so we just let him tell us whether or not he would be jumping in with us. 

"Yes, Tori. For the millionth time." Stiles chuckled to me. I looked at Stiles as I adjusted by bag on my shoulder, with a serious stare. "Ah, Tor. Don't give me that look. I'm sorry, you were right and we should have maybe waited around a corner or something." 

"Listen to me next time, Stiles." I whined as we began walking towards the school, but not before getting bumped in the shoulder by a leather wearing Jackson Whittemore. "Excuse you!" I screamed at him as he walked passed not even acknowledging me.

"How you ever had a crush on him, I will never know." Stiles scoffed from beside me, nudging me. I glared at him as we stopped at our usual spot we used to wait for Scott. Yes, okay. I had a crush on Jackson freshman year. Safe to say, that is well and truly over. No, now I was dating one of the boys on the lacrosse team, Ryder Ashby. So handsome and the most beautiful eyes. He was perfect. But also friends with Jackson and his group... so it was rare we sat together at lunch, knowing I didn't want to associate with Lydia and her clique, much to Stiles' dismay. 

Scott approached us with a small smile, standing next to me. With small conversation between us all about to embark on another school year, we shifted our attention to more important topics.

"Alright, let's see this thing." Stiles spoke, while Scott lifted up his shirt, revealing a blood spotted bandage on his side. Stiles and I gasped, shocked at the size of the thing attached to him.

"Woah." I breathed out, Stiles and I both going to touch it before Scott pulled away and pulling down his shirt. "Is it that huge?" I asked Scott, surprised and feeling bad.

"Yeah, it was too dark to see much, but I'm pretty sure it was a wolf." Scott said, grabbing his bag as we all began to walk. 

"A wolf bit you?" I asked Scott, looking between Stiles and Scott confused. I swear I read somewhere for a paper that wolves hadn't lived in California for some odd years. But Scott seemed to answer my question with a mhm and a nod.

"No, not a chance." Stiles chuckled.

"I heard a wolf howling." Scott argued back looking at me as if to say, 'is he for real right now?'

"What do you mean no I didn't? How do you know what I heard?" Stiles began to laugh.

"Because California doesn't have wolves, okay?" Stiles said.

"I knew it!" I cheered for myself. The two boys looked at me with their eyebrows raised. "Sorry, carry on." 

"Anyway," Stiles chuckled at me. "California doesn't have wolves. Not in like sixty years." We all stopped, Stiles now facing Scott and I. "Tori, you did a paper on this."

"It was processing, alright." I argued, rolling my eyes.

"Really?" Scott asked, pulling his face in confusion.

"Yes, really." I nodded my head, now remembering my paper on wolves. "There are no wolves in California. Sorry Scotty." I put my hand on his shoulder, sympathetically.