empheral ; stilinski

new student

  Waking up with a headache was not the highlight of my day. 

 "Note to self, never accept Stiles and Scott's invitation to go body hunting" I muttered to myself, dragging my feet to the bathroom. No more than ten minutes later, I was in the shower. As the hot water cascaded my body, images from last night flooded my mind. They were all flying into my head, begging for attention.The three that stuck out were the dead body, Stiles' comment, and Scott's bite. 

It was bad enough that Stiles dragged me out into the woods late at night, but then getting caught and leaving Scott and I alone to find the dead body and get attacked by a mysterious creature? That's rough. I mean I landed face first into the body. That was not a pretty sight. And Scott could have gotten killed last night. He got bit by who knows what, and it could get infected. The animal could have a disease. He could die.

 Dammit Stiles, dragging me into all his messes. What did he mean by I could pull anything off? That reminded me, I didn't have anything to wear yet. One comment from my best friend and suddenly I was melting. It was weird, and I didn't know what I was feeling. But I realized that was the least of my problems, as the water began to turn cold. I quickly shut off the water, and stepped into the steamy bathroom. I wrapped a huge towel around me, before wiping the foggy mirror.Slight dark circles had formed under my eye, and a small cut above my eyebrow, most likely caused from falling last night. 

Sighing, I returned to my room, yanking my vanity drawer open. After turning my room into a battle ground, I had found the perfect, yet simple outfit. I slipped on black skinnies, a floral top, and my favorite jacket. Add a pair of converse, a couple rings, and a necklace and I was done, with out clothes at least. After the long process of blow drying and straightening, my hair was let down loosely on my shoulders. For makeup, it was minimal. Some concealer for my bags from last night's adventure, eye shadow, mascara, and some chap stick. I grabbed my bag and took one last look in the mirror. Perfect. 

 I quickly made it down the stairs to the kitchen. As I began to open the fridge, my phone started to buzz from inside my bag. 

 "What you gon' do with all that junk? All that junk inside your trunk? I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk. Get you love drunk off my hump. My hum-"I answered my phone as quick as I could so I wouldn't have to listen to anymore of the song. Who the hell has this ringtone? 

 "Hello?" I asked."Em? How are you doing?" A voiced asked. Scott.I opened my fridge and pulled out an apple.

"Hey Scotty. I'm nifty, just a small headache. Nothing a little Aspirin can't handle. Hey, mind telling me why your ringtone is that annoying hump song?" I asked, taking a bite of my apple. 

 "Stiles and I thought it would be funny." Scott laughed.

"One more question, Scotty."

"Hm?"

"Why are you calling me when you're upstairs?" I laughed.

"There's a method to my madness, Em," he said and then the line went dead.  Suddenly, thumping sounds came from the stairs followed by my twin brother. We went outside and I hopped on the handle bars of Scott's bike, ignoring the way they groaned underneath my weight. I'd been riding on this bike since I was ten. Nothing happened then, nothing was going to happen now.He took off pedaling in the direction of our school. 

 "I called Stiles. I told him I got bit by an animal, he wants to see the bite," he said. "I also told him about how you hit your head off of something. He's really worried about you." 

 "You get part of your body ripped out of you, and Stiles is worrying about me?" I ask, laughing. He chuckled. 

"That's Stiles for you."Scott pulled into the parking lot of the school, coasting us over to the bike rack. I hopped off as he chained his bike.