Ever After ☼ Derek Hale

05; trip & fall

When the alarm went off, me and Kurt were sitting in the girls' bathroom, and I was trying to teach him to sit. 

It was strange, he knew pretty much any other command.

The moment the loud noise started Kurt whined loudly, pulling me out of the bathroom and out of the school.

Kurt ran out of school, breaking records of running. I was pretty sure that not even in a car I have ever moved in the speed Kurt was pulling me.

 Stiles and Lydia were at the door as Bobby stormed back into school, ignoring me.

"Okay then, not like I'm your niece or something," I mumbled, "bye," I almost fell down as Kurt pulled me, surprising me.

"Hey, Shay!" Stiles grabbed my shoulders, helping me to stand properly,"you okay?" I simply nodded, sighing. "Coach just said that if he was four years younger, he'd punch me. What does that mean?"

"What?" I screwed my face in confusion before I rose my eyebrows; realization struck me, "oh, it's nothing. Let it go Stiles." I giggled nervously, hoping he really would let it go.

Stiles stared at me for a moment before letting go of my arm. "Thanks, by the way. For helping me through yesterday."

I was slightly ashamed to admit it took me almost a minute to realize what he was talking about and I stared at him with mouth gaping and eyebrows scrunched.

"Sure," I smiled, finally realizing he was talking about the panic attack thing.

"How did you know what to do?" he wondered, scratching his cheek.

"Uh, I used to have problems between telling the difference between nightmares and reality, and... had a lot of panic attacks." I paused, blinking. Stiles gave me a look so immediately continued, "but I'm through this and I was glad to be able to help you a bit."

"Thanks, really," he repeated, grabbing my hand in his in a thankful manner. I simply rubbed my neck before sighing.

"No problem," I smiled, "bye Stiles, Lydia," I waved to the two of them, walking to a bench to sit with Kurt for a while.

I sat at the bench for few minutes and drew whatever before Scott, Stiles, Isaac and Lydia come along with two identical cuties.

I mean, guys.

Two identical guys.

"Hi?" I asked as they were staring at me. And not the good type of staring, like 'gee, she's hot' , a creepy kind of way, as though I was a penguin in the zoo.  

"What are you drawing?" Scott asked, trying to be casual.

"Your mom." I smiled at Scott, and Stiles raised his thumbs at me.

"What?" he asked, as Lydia glared at him. "It was a bad Your Mom joke, but-"

"What are you drawing?" the cutie- guy, I swear- in the blue shirt asked again.

"I don't know. Random stuff." I twirled a piece of hair around my finger, looking him over. His face looked young, his body looked like he was a 34 years old body-builder. "Why?"

"Because you are drawing the face of the guy that caused the lockdown."

They all gave me a weird look, settling to dramatic silence.

Beacon Hills is such a weird-ass place.

I looked around, feeling like this pause is almost scripted. Were they filming a show of some sort? Or were they really just that weird?