Be Careful Out There

Chapter 9

It was just about lunchtime by the time I had gotten out of Mr. Hayden's office. I decide to just wait in the bathroom until the bell rings. While I sit there against the wall, I get this outraging fury. I hate this school. I used to get bullied all my life. That's why we moved here. Then I come to Beacon Hills High, thinking things will be better. Thinking everything will change, and then Mr. Harris becomes my first period teacher, and i realize that its not. I'd just love to break someone's bones. The bell finally rings and I head to the cafeteria. Once I get my lunch, I find Scott, Stiles, and Isaac sitting at a table together decide to sit with them. I start to walk over, but someone bumps me and my lunch spills all over my front. I turn around to find a guy laughing.

"Sorry bro!" He chuckles. I just slap his tray down to the floor.

"Sorry 'bro'." I say. He stops laughing.

"Is that a challenge? You get back me, so should I get back at you?" He asks.

"If you want to fight, I'd like to see you try." I sass. He raises his eyebrows. I feel two arms grab both of mine and start to drag me out of the cafeteria. They basically throw me against the wall. I realize its just Stiles, Scott, and Isaac. Scott starts to explode.

"Ty, you need to find your anchor! This isn't acceptable! I know it's the full moon but you NEED to find your anchor! The way you acted in chemistry... Now at lunch?" He calms down and kneels in front of me. "It's not your fault you're acting like this. Even though I can control my shifting, the full moon still affects me sometimes. Just PLEASE find something to slow your heart rate." I nod and Scott grabs my hands and helps me up. All three boys walk beside me back to the lunch room. I prevent a tear from sliding down my cheek. I feel so stupid for acting this way. Is it really the full moon?

"We need to keep an eye on her at all times." I hear Scott whisper to Stiles and Isaac. After lunch, Scott and Stiles make sure they are with me as we walk into math together.

"What are you guys going to do in the periods before English?" I smirk.

"We'll find a way to watch you." Scott says.

"Scott, as long as there isn't anyone who pushes my buttons, ill be fine." I tell him.

"It's not just if you get angry. It's scared, sometimes worried, Isaac, too."

"What?" I ask.

"Oh come on, I know you like him. When you're around him I can hear your heart beat from a mile away." I don't say anything. Actually, all the way until English I don't say anything. On my way there, I notice some girl just watching me and giving me a dirty look. I decide to just ignore it because honestly I'm tired being in a bad mood. How could the full moon do THIS? I walk into English and sit at the back of the classroom. Of course, Scott decides to sit next to me.

"Have you found your anchor?" He asks.

"No, I just haven't talked." I answer.

"Come to my house right after school so nothing will happen."

"I can't. I have detention." He sighs. After what seems like forever, the bell finally dismisses us for the end of school. I do the usual procedure and walk to my locker to put my books in. Another hour of hell. I hate detention. The last time I was in I found my teacher with a slit throat and blood everywhere. Not exactly the highlight of my day. When I walk back into my English class where detention is being held, I go right to where I sat minutes before. Guess who comes walking in? Stiles. He sits in front of me quickly.

"What are you doing?" I ask him.

"Scott had me come here and watch you, so I came here. And... Am watching you."

"Stiles, Ms. Blake doesn't bother me. If anything, she's my favorite teacher."

"Yeah well... Um.... Yeah I don't have anything to say to that." There are a few moments of silence. "Would you have really fought Donovan?" He asks.

"Who?"

"The kid at lunch."

"Probably. Then tomorrow when I'm back to my old self I would've apologized and baked him a cake." Stiles laughs.

"The girl that was staring at you before English was his girlfriend."

"That makes sense." I laugh. The next hour goes by quickly because I just talk to Stiles. Once Ms. Blake excuses us, Stiles and I rush to his jeep and head to Scott's house. We just walk inside like its our own.

"Hi,Tyler!" Melissa greets from the kitchen.

"Hi!" I say.

"Nice to see you, too Mrs. Mcall." Stiles whispers sarcastically.

"The boys are upstairs." She says. Stiles and I walk to Scott's room. I stop when I hear him and Isaac talking. I make Stiles stop as well.

"What?" He asks.

"Shh."

"I don't know how this is going to work out." Scott says quietly.

"Look, Stiles can get some handcuffs from his dad, it'll be fine." Isaac replies.

"No. That happened with me. It is not fun."

"Then why don't we tell Derek? He has some stuff we could use."

"No! He can't know.. Yet." Scott whispers. "You stay downstairs with her during the moon." Isaac sighs.

"Tonight is going to be.. Hard." There's silence.

"Ty, Stiles, i know you're there." Scott yells. I walk into his room.

"Just handcuff me. Chain me to the wall. Do whatever. I don't want to hurt anyone." I say.

Night finally approaches. Isaac leads me downstairs to the basement while he twirls Stiles' dads handcuffs around his finger. He cuffs me to a metal rod on the wall. "You're going to get hurt if you stay here." I tell him.

"Oh well," he sighs.

About 30 minutes pass. I start to get an outraging fury-just like earlier today- but it's even worse. I want blood. I want to hurt someone. I want to claw someone's throat out. I want the pleasure of the kill. I don't care who it is. I can feel the claws on my hands and fangs that come from my teeth. At this moment I hate everything and anyone. I'll kill anyone I find. Starting with Isaac. Look at him. Sitting with his back against the wall of the unfinished basement, playing with his fingers. I want to kill him. Just two days ago he was telling me off at my own locker. The second person I want to kill is Scott. Then Stiles. Then I'm going to find my damn chemistry teacher and make him beg for mercy. I hate him.

"Isaac," I say. "Let me go."

"No can do, sweetcheeks." He replies.

"If you don't let me go, I will not hesitate to rip your throat out."

"I can't let you kill people." I don't say anything and just try to get my hand out from the cuff. After 5 minutes, I'm successful. I want to kill someone so badly. Isaac gets caught off guard and jumps up. As I try to slit his throat, he throws a piece of glass that was on the floor at me and it lands in my cheek. In the three seconds I was distracted, he pins both of my arms behind me and throws me on the ground with him. He sits back against the wall, his arms still wrapped around my pinned ones. I struggle to fight free.

"Shh," he whispers soothingly. It actually calms me down and I stop trying to break free. My claws disappear from my hands and my teeth return to normal. Though I've stopped struggling, he doesn't let go of me. I hear him give a sigh of relief and he rests his forehead on my back. I think I've found my anchor.