Dancing in the Dark

Prologue

Dancing in the Dark

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Smoke drifted from his nostrils heavily as he exited Beacon Hills High School. The sunset falling down behind the trees and buildings around him.

Maybe he was getting sick.

The smell of smoke never made his head reel like this before.

"Dumb Scott," Stiles muttered under his breath as he walked down the sidewalk towards his house

He shook his head again, feeling disgusted with himself. And Scott. But mostly himself.

Almost getting kicked off the damn lacrosse team because of Scott was ridiculous. Instead of going to practice, they had to stay for detention.

Goddamnit.

If Stiles didn't have such a short temper, he would've been practicing for their next game, but as it were, he had gotten sent to detention for something he didn't even do. He was just there!

Maybe he was really sick. He never had this short temper before.

He was gonna rip Scott's balls of because he had to have a better reason to smash that one guy into the locker.

What guy couldn't keep his temper? Scott was his best friend for no less.

The hollering teenagers exiting the school, meaning practice was over for today. All their friends saying goodbye to each other was all behind him. Everything from tonight was. He wanted to leave it all behind.

"4 hours," he repeated, shoving his hands in his jean pockets, and walking down the street towards the apartment complexes.

He began to walk out to the streets, his head feeling slightly better with each step he took. He looked up at the sky, the skyscrapers being more visible above him with the route he went. The buildings blocked the moon and stars that were impossible due to the city lights.

He frowned.

It's weird how you love something and hate it at the same time...

Maybe he could ditch school tomorrow.

Yeah, that seemed like a good idea. The thrill might do him some good, and ease his headache a bit.

His head was feeling slightly better and his temper quelling itself.

All of a sudden, he heard laughing and yelling nearby.

His head turned to the left, near a convenient store. There were three men hovering over something or someone. He couldn't tell.

So he stopped for a moment, he could see down the street the corner to where his apartment was. He looked back over at the laughing teenage boys, but he saw no one being harmed.

But then...

He saw a girl hunched over, squeezing her eyes shut and yelling at them. Her purse around her shoulder tightly as one of the guys tried jerking it away from her small arms. 

Their laughs got louder, and their voices rough and cursing at the young woman. So, he walked across the street, no cars passing by at the time, and went to the other side of the street.

"Help!" The girl screamed over the laughs and snorts. Stiles had backpack still hung over his shoulder, not paying too much attention if he lost it.