Chapter 3 - Teenwolf
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As Scott and I pulled up to the school, unfortunately for Scott the only spot was beside Jackass... aka Jackson Whitemore. Fortunately for me he likes me, well he puts up with me that is. If Lydia and I weren't best friends then he would probably hate me as much he does Scott.
"Dude! Watch the new paint job" Jackass exclaimed as he glared at Scott.
"Oh shut up Jackson, leave him alone or I'll tell Lydia that you yelled at me again." I dared, as I smirked at Jackson.
He sent a quick, but fake smile my way before one of his jock friends yelled for him.
"Man, I hate that guy" Scott said as he walked towards the school with following close behind him.
Scott quickened his pace as he seen Stiles ahead of us.
"So, lets see it." Stiles says as soon as we approch him.
I turn to Scott and give him a pointed look, "See what Scott?"
Scott just glares at Stiles, while Stiles just stands there with a confused look until realization hits him.
"Ohh... Nothing just, um you know... that thing that he was um going to show me?" Stiles says while holding the back of his neck looking to Scott for help. "Yeah that thing about um the stuff we were going to talk about and stuff." Scott tries to help but fails miserably.
"Scott Mccall, Stiles Stilinksi, you both have two seconds to explain to me what you are talking baout before I lose my god damn temper" I state calmy in a sweet tone just to scare them a little bit more.
"OK, I got bit last night. By a wolf." Scott says while slowly moving out of arms reach.
Before I have time to function what Scott just told us, Stiles cuts in, "Yeah, a wolf bit you? Not a chance."
"I heard a wolf howling."
"No you didn't."
"What do you mean no I didn't? How do you know what I heard?" Scott asked Stiles confused.
"There haven't been any wolves in Californa in sixty years." Stiles stated as though it should have been the most obvious thing in the world.
I turn to Scott waiting for his response, "Really? Then I guess you won't believe that I found the other half of the body either" He says with a shrug.
"Are you kidding me?" Stiles And I say at the same time, but Stiles was with excitement, mine... not so much.
"I wish, man. I'm going to have nightmares for months"
I glare at the two boys, I can't believe that they would keep that from me. I'm done talking to them for the rest of the day. Where is Lydia when you need her?
"Come on Grace" I hear as Lydia comes at the perfect time, I turn and send her and smile while I turn and give a quick glare at the two morons.
Lydia and I walk to our lockers while not saying anything. Oh no, when Lyida is silent she don't like my outfit...
"Grace, that outfit looks really good on you. So, have you thought about what we talked about during the summer?" Lydia says as we arrive at our lockers.My face shown complete and utter shock, but then I hear what she says at the end.
"Thanks Lyds and no, I don't know. Last time I had a boyfriend it ended horrible." I state as I grab my first period binder. I turn and look at Lydia but then see Jackson walking down the hall like he owned this place. I felt like tripping him but I held back and smiled at him known that I could cut him down a few levels if he says the wrong thing to me. He glares but quickly changes it as he see's Lydia beside me, not wanting to piss her off. He's learned well I guess. When he gets to our locker every lacrosse player that are 'friends' with mr. Popular are right behid him, oh joy, a bunch of jocks that think they can get in my pants. The only one that I actually like is Danny. He is my best friend besides Lyds. As he spotted me he quickly come to my recuse, while tried but one the jocks was already beside me with his arm wrapped around my shoulder. Yay...
"Hey beautiful" He whispers in my ear. Being the nice person that everyone at the school knows me as I turn and smile up at him, but then i see Greenburg. Oh no, Danny please, please save me.
I turn straight again and look over at Lydia for a hand but she is fixing her make up, last person who will save me... Jackson. I move my eyes to meet his own and give him the 'look'. Even Jackson knows what that means, he may not act like me likes me but I know he does.
"Yo Greenburng, leave the poor girl alone." Jackson says as he grabs my arm and leads me to the other side of Lydia.
