I Wont Stop. (slowly updating)

Chapter 3: Shot gun.

Stiles and I have been driving along this same road for over 3 hours and we're still on the same long straight road. The suns setting and bright colours fill the sky, bringing me a warm feeling in my stomache. This is, I think, the first time I have felt happy since my family died. I know I has only been around 3 days but, I used to always be happy at home. I had everything.

I had a loving family, enough food, water and friends. I was actually quite popular with everyone. I could relate to all of the groups at school, so I liked to think of myself as friends with them all.

I had a weird thing for maths and science, so I attended science club, and was part of the mathixs team. So I tended to hang out with the so called 'nerds' quite abit.

I was a typical teenage girl so, I enjoyed shopping and doing makeup and all the girly shit like that. I always tried to be friendly to everyone and tried to compliment 5 people a day, at least. So I naturally became apart of the popular group.

I had an amazing boyfriend, Scott. He was the most amazing guy I could've asked for. He was my first love and first for everything. We're pretty certain we're each other's mates... That is if he isn't dead.

I was friends with the 'jocks' at school because of Scott. Although our school wasn't into football, we played lacrosse. I'd go and support Scott, every game he had.

I tended to be friends with everyone at my school except for the goths. but I could tell they were starting to like me. I'd talk to them as much as possible because, as Disney as this is going to sound, I hated having anyone not like me.

Is even once temporarily died my long straight brunette hair, black and put a fake ring in my little button nose. They laughed at me but it was worth it to see there smile. And it reached there eyes, not just the corners of their mouths.

Obviously that had gone. I'm sure many of my friends will have died the same way my brother did. And that made my heart ache. But I had forgotten all about that for a few minutes as I stared at the beautiful sky above me.

"Do you have an actual destination you need to get to?" Stiles asked me, breaking me from my thoughts.

"Oh, um, no not really... Just drop me off wherever" I said to him, slightly sad at the thought I loosing my only semi-friend. He just laughed

"I can't do that. I'll just take you to mine," I smiled and so did he, but then his smile faded. "Don't you have a pack?" He asked. I took awhile to think of a reasonable answer.

"No, it was destroyed by Damon." Damon is the leader of the vampires, in werewolves terms, he's the alpha. He's horrible and I hate him. And I think that's pretty strong coming from me.

"Oh..." Was all stiles replied. "I'm sorry I didn't mean- like I mean- I wasn't-" "it's fine." I interrupt him. "Don't worry about it." I was able to keep my eyes from leaking the tears which were barely being contained.

We finally pulled off of the long straight road, and onto a single lane gravel road, still coated with forest at both sides.

As we're driving, I find wolves running along the side of the car, looking at me in suspicion. I can't help but get locked in their eyes. They're amazing. Blue and green mixed with gold flecks, with a border of... Silver?

Stiles slams his foot down on the gas pedal. Racing ahead of the wolf. Stiles bursts into laughter as he speeds even faster down the road. I see the wolf slowly catching up to us.

"What are you doing?!" I screamed and he drifted around the corner. "Dylan wanted a race. So I'm putting my money where my mouth is." He said as he pushed harder down on the gas pedal. We were going over 200kmph
Holy shit.

We raced around another corner until I started to see a large house come into view, which must be the pack house.

He skids to a holt and a small scream escapes my mouth as i think we are going to crash into a little boy that ran in front if the car.

The little boy screams with excitement as stiles jumps out of the jeep.

"Stillllles" he squeals. As he does the other wolf pads over to us. The little boy, who is now in stiles arms whispers to him, "is she staying with us?" His little whisper voice is adorable, because he thinks only stiles can hear him, but In fact everyone around him can.

"Yeah, she is buddy" Stiles replies, "she's a cute one." He whispers again
"I call shotgun." The little boy whispers.