Ever After ☼ Derek Hale

03; glowing

I sat at History class, though the bell was yet to ring, and just drew a feather as I listened to Korn's Issues, aka, my favorite Korn's album. 

One may wonder what I was doing at History class before it started, since I had a tendency of being late, and one's question may be answered by the fact Bobby bought a car and we stayed up all night discussing it and how cool it was, resulting in us driving to the school over an hour earlier.

I overheard Scott, Allison and Stiles talking about coyotes that tip-toe.

Which is weird, because to be honest, why would anyone know that?

Before I had a chance to dwell on that strange fact, the bell rung.

So I took out the earphones, and my phone did the weird thing when the screen is fucking up, so instead of closing the Music Player I ended up entering All Time Low's So Wrong It's Right.

"I'm really starting to like you," Stiles whispered. I glanced at him, trying to get the music to stop, "well, except for being Coach's niece."

I was a moment from going Hulk on my phone and throwing it on the wall or something.

"Gee, thanks," I smiled, finally stopping the music. "Mind if I ask why you like me?"

"Because!" He started, "All Time Low are, like, my favorite band."

I stared at him for a moment. "Hi, I'm Shay. And you're my new best friend."

"Yo, Scott!" Stiles called, turning to Scott, that stood awkwardly with Kira. "I'm canceling the whole best- friends thing. Shay is cooler."

"Aw," I felt myself blushing; no one ever really called me cool. Dylan thought I was a huge dork too, which was strange coming from the biggest dork to be born.

Scott gave the two of us a weird look, before giving Kira a short glance."Sure, have fun." Scott concluded, walking to his seat.

Stiles licked his lips, ruffling his hair. "He's usually a better friend."

"Settle down, class," Mr. Yukimura said. And then he started talking about camps for prisoners of wars and something that we were supposed to read.

I bit my lip, remembering what I ended up doing instead of studying last night.

Bobby's new car was really hella fine, it was a shame though that we had to drive three hours to each direction to get it.

But it was such a cool car.

I snapped back to reality as Mr. Yukimura called up Stiles to read something.

"Uh, maybe someone else could," Stiles offered, stuttering slightly.

"Everyone participate in my class, Mr. Stillinski."

"Okay," Stiles replied, standing up and going to read from the book Mr. Yukimiura set. Stiles stared at the book for few moments, muttering something. His hands clenched around the book stand, and he started to breath heavily. When he looked up, he was looking awfully dizzy.

"Stiles?" I asked, standing up. Scott shot up right after me. I hesitated, not sure if to follow or not, so once more, I hovered a few meters behind.

"Stiles? You okay?"

"I should take him to the nurse's office." Scott said, resting his hand on his shoulder.

"Uh, yeah." Mr. Yukimura glanced at me, "maybe you should take Finstock with you."

"Uh, sure," Scott said, forcing a smile up his face. I grabbed my bag, and followed them out of class.

I was planning on leaving them there, thinking they'd be uncomfortable with me, but I found myself following them as Scott took Stiles to a bathroom. I hesitated for a mere moment before entering. I awkwardly realized it was my first time at a men's bathroom.

"Stiles, look at me man, is this a panic attack?" those words confirmed the fact Stiles already had history with that, and I shove past Scott, grabbing Stiles's face in my hands.

Scott gave me a weird look.

"Stiles, hey, listen to me, man." I looked at Scott, hoping that he knew the reason. He stared at me, so I looked back at Stiles. "It's okay. Breath deeply," I walked him closer to the sink, opening it and taking a piece of paper.

Once it's completely soaked, I gently rub it on Stiles's face.

"It's a dream," he muttered, closing his eyes, he kept muttering as I try to cool him down.

"Stiles, it's real. Trust me, man, it's real," I tried. I raced my thoughts trying to remember any reality checks. Most of the stuff that jumped into my mind was seeing stuff as they usually are, not dizzy or fuzzy, but as Stiles was in a panic attack, I figured it wasn't the best test.

"In dreams... body parts are shaped differently," I muttered to myself, finally remembering something. "Stiles, count fingers with me." I showed him my fingers. He glanced once between my face and my hands.

"One," each time he counted a finger, I raised another, until we reached ten.

"No more fingers." I shook my head, showing him my hands. His breathing was ragged, but he slumped down against the sink.

He seemed more focused now, but he had a look of distress on his face, as though he was doubting the reality.

"It's real," he breathed in half a question. His face was all scrunched up, and I took out my phone, tapping on All Time Low's Therapy.

Both of us said the lyrics along with the song, until we were both sitting on the floor, his back and head against the wall, eyes shut tightly.

It was more than just a panic attack, and as I glanced back to Scott I stood up.

"Well," I tucked my hair behind my ear, "I guess you two would like some privacy. Sorry for butting in," I said softly.

Scott nodded, smiling softly at me.

"It's okay, thanks Shay," he said, and I simply nodded.

It's not like I have anything better to do.

*

I spent the rest of the class outside, listening to some A Day To Remember, but mainly drawing.

I ended up drawing an eye, and then another. I changed it to a pair of laughing eyes and added a familiar hair. Only half- way through the nose I realized who I was drawing and snapped the sketch book shut.

I stopped staring when I heard a snap, turning to the now-broken pencil in my hands.

I stared at it for a moment, fearing a sinking feeling that may come back before some sort of a wolf ran past me.

"What the hell," I couldn't help but to ask. It looked back at me, eyes glowing blue as it growled, before running off. "Okay, bye."

Did I just talk to a wolf?

I think I did.

I hummed in thought; this wolf looked weird.

I stared after the wolf for a while, deep in thoughts, when Bobby rushed to me. "Shay, I was looking everywhere for you!"

"Here I am," I cheered, smiling at him. Bobby crouched next to me, a hand on my hair as he looked me over.

"Did you see the coyote? Are you okay?"

"Oh, that what it was. I thought it was a wolf."

"You saw it?!" he yelled, now raising my arms, as though looking for an injury. "are you okay?"

"Yeah, but I think I annoyed it, because it growled at me."

Bobby and I stayed silent for a few moments, before Bobby stood up, making me follow him.

"You annoyed a coyote?" he scoffed, "you are cursed with the curse of being annoying."

I simply shrugged; "It's a family thing."