Slightly Consequential (Slightly Awkward Series / Book Five / Teen Wolf)

chapter five---A NOVEL APPROACH

After dark, after track practice, I was still dressed in running clothes, because I was hot and sweaty and tired, tilting my head back, closing m eyes, feeling the cool breeze against my skin for a moment.

I felt a hand latch onto my shoulder from behind me, but felt like something was biting me at the same time, the pain anguishing and excruciating, making me scream as if I was dying. An arm wrapped around my neck, starting to strangle me. I headbutted whoever was behind me as hard as I could to make them let go. I turned to face Donovan, punching him with one hand, over his elbow, punching him in the face with the other, making him fall to the ground and groan in pain.

Donovan had a lamprey mouth in the palm of his hand. 

I ran toward the school, inside, getting to my locker, hitting it three times in the right places to make it open on its own, reaching inside to my bag, closing the locker door.

I heard a ringing phone, looking around.

Donovan's voice came from further in the school. "You dropped your phone. It's Stiles. Should I text him back?" I started to run down the hallway again, away from security cameras. "You don't really know who I am, do you, Stacie? Maybe you heard about my father. Did your dad tell you about him?" I rounded a corner, finding that it was a dead end, turning around, running down another hallway. "Did Sheriff Stilinski ever tell you about the time he was still deputy and how his partner got caught in a shoot-out?" I tried to open a set of double doors, but they were locked from the outside. I paused in confusion. "Did he tell you a bullet shattered my dad's T-9 vertebra? Went right through his spinal cord?" I ran down another hallway, reaching the library doors, trying to open them, but they didn't open. "Know what that means? It means everything below his waist is useless. And not just his legs." I rolled my eyes, looking around, seeing the key card swipe on the wall. "I bet he told you some of it." I hurriedly took out my student ID card. "But I bet he probably left out the part where he was sitting in a car calling for backup while my dad was going in alone." I swiped my card. "Did he tell you that he was too scared, too much of a frightened little bitch to go in after him?" I was angry with how he was talking about my dad. The light on the swipe turned from red to green, unlocking the doors. I opened them, running inside. No one was inside with how late it was, but the new library was still under construction. I ran to the stairs, dropping the duffel bag, making the objects inside clank loudly. I knelt next to the bag, unzipping it. "About how they put their partner in a wheelchair for the rest of his life?"  I took a knife from the bag, looking at it in my hand, looking up when I heard Donovan walking in. "Or do scared little bitches not tell their little bitch kids about their failures?" I looked at him angrily, throwing a knife toward him, impaling him in the shoulder, making him groan in pain. "Nice knife."

I was trying to catch my breath. "Yeah. I have a lot of nice toys."

Donovan pulled the knife out of his shoulder. "So do I."

Donovan had lamprey mouths growing all over his skin. His eyes and fangs were like those of a wendigo. 

Chimera, obviously.

I took a crossbow from the bag, shooting at him. Donovan ducked to the side, making the arrow fly past. He jumped up, flipping down to kick it out of my hands, punching me in the face hard enough to make me fall. I stood, trying to punch him. Donovan ducked to the side to make me miss, trying to stab me with my own knife. I raised an arm to block the move, kicking his legs out from under him, making him fall to the floor. Donovan flipped back up to a standing position. I tried to kick him with a crescent in-to-out kick. Donovan ducked. I punched him with either arm, making him back away, spinning to kick him in the back, making him stumble forward toward the stairs, spinning to try to kick him again. Donovan ducked, spinning around behind me, turning to face me. I turned to face him. Donovan tried to punch me. I caught his arm, pushing it forcefully to make him spin around until he faced me again, pushing him in the chest with the other arm, making him back away, kicking him in the shoulder, trying to punch him. Donovan raised an arm to block the move. I spun around, trying to kick him. Donovan ducked into a crouch, trying to leg sweep my legs out from under me. I jumped to make him miss. Donovan stood. I kicked him in the chest, making him back away. Donovan yelled in anger, trying to stab me with my own knife. I caught his arm, using all of my strength to turn it back on him, stabbing him in the shoulder, dragging it down to make him let go and groan a scream of pain. Donovan grabbed me by my waist, throwing me up against the piece of scaffolding in front of us, several feet above the floor. I caught a bar of the scaffolding and a pin, accidentally pulling the pin off.