Take A Bow (Teen Wolf)

02. Target Sighted

Through the veil of darkness my hands fumbled for the alarm on my phone. When blessed silence finally fell I rolled over in my sleeping bag, severely tempted to fall back into denial.

Then Shiloh's backup alarm began screeching and with a heavy moan I prodded her side. After a few moments of disorientation she managed to slide her thumb across the screen as we both sat up, rubbing our eyes and checking our hair for damage.

"Remind me why we have to wake up at four thirty in the morning every other day?" She hissed as I turned on a lantern and we both blinked quickly.

"Because we don't want to gag the school with our stench and people show up by six?" I supplied, though it didn't comfort either of us.

In a zombie state, we rolled up our sleeping bags and stored them with our bags in the closet, ready to leave at a moments notice. I slipped into a pair of sweats and an oversized hoodie, shouldered my bag and we were off, leaving our dark room behind us.

It was less than a fifteen minute walk to school and the brisk morning air managed to wake us up further. Moving to the far end of the abandoned soccer field, Shiloh and I managed to slip through the fence and press on towards the school.

Slipping beneath lights and avoiding the two working cameras on campus, we crept in through a side entrance left open by the night janitor and bolted for the locker rooms. I reached for the handle on the girls locker room, pulled, and nothing happened. What the- The janitors typically finished the locker rooms just before five and they left it open for the coming school day.

"No, no, no, no!" I quietly snarled, pulling harder but to no avail unless I wanted to break the door down and alert the school to it's early morning visitors. I ran a hand through my flat blonde hair. This was not gonna fly.

I cast a pleading look to Shiloh and was startled as I saw her march around the barrier and across the hall. She gave me a smirk as she pulled open the boys locker room and looked inside. "Coast is clear, come on." She called softly and my jaw dropped.

"Are you crazy?" I snapped, glaring accusingly. Had she lost her mind?

"Are you going to school like that?" She asked and I glanced down again to my disheveled state before back to the door she held open. I was moments away from throwing a legitimate tantrum when I stomped over and peered inside. There were a few lights on, but no sign of life.

I poked her shoulder firmly, my eyes livid. "If this comes back to bite us in the ass? I can and will make your life a living nightmare."

She gave a confident grin. "And to think people call you the nice one." She teased before strutting past leaving me to catch the door and slink in behind her.

I don't know what I had been expecting. Jock straps splayed about and a revolting stench perhaps? In retrospect it wasn't too terrible, a near match to the girls room beyond, then again it had just been sanitized so maybe this was the after photo of it's true state.

I suppressed a shudder as I scurried around the lockers to the showers beyond. Shiloh had no issue whatsoever as she stripped off her shirt, revealing her bikini underneath, before grabbing her shampoo and towel from her bag and trotting into a stall.

With a mournful sigh, I copied her actions before scuttling into the stall beside her and closing the curtain swiftly behind me, although it did little to obscure the view. Just make it quick, I thought to myself, turning the water on and stepping into the stream.

I lathered my hair, concerned for a moment that suspicion would grow that the boys locker room smelled like honey lemon. I tilted my head back to rinse when I heard a suspicious thud. I froze, ears straining. There was no buzzing to signal the doctors approaching. Was it my imagination?