Alive ◊ teen wolf

vii

vii//stiles pov

Lydia was right, this was some interesting game.

But luckily I was tied up with Lydia. We did a competition to see who won.

She was surprisingly good at bowling.

"Good Luck..." I say as I get ready to roll the bowling ball.

Lydia looks at me.

"Oh Stilisnki; I don't need luck, I got skill." And she rolls her ball.

With the perfect roll, she makes a strike once again. I'm shocked by her reply. She really does have skill.

It was finally my turn. My hands felt heavy, and it wasn't the bowling ball.

I swinged my arm backwards, ready to roll the ball, until a thought came to my head.

Should I let Lydia win? I like seeing her happy.

I rolled the ball weakly and it rolled to the side and missed every single pin.

In the back, I hear Lydia cheering and people clapping, congratulating her in her victory I guess.

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Next day, school again and I'm sick of it. Tired from last night. I got up from my bed until my phone rang.

Someone's calling me...

Probably Scott...

I pick up my phone and it's a random number, didn't have them in my contacts. I answer the call and at first it was silent.

"Hello?" I say.

No response.

I hang up, probably a wrong number.

But then I get the call again.

"Can you please stop calling me?" I say and still not response.

I hang up again. But this time I get a text.

Stop pretending to be someone your not, we both know who you really are.

For a second I actually thought it was a wrong number, but what if it was actually meant to be sent to me.

What does this person mean? I'm not hiding anything.

I ignored the text and I continued getting ready to go to school. As I walked outside, I saw Scott on the sidewalk waiting for me like always.

"Scott, the creepiest thing just happened..." I said as I walked towards him.

"Look at this text..." I hand him my phone and he reads it.

I hear him mumbling the words as he read, and then as he finished, his eyes were wide open.

"Who sent you this?" He asked.

"I don't know, but this exact number called me two times, but no response!" I explain to him.

We begin walking as we talked.

"What do you think it means?" He asks.

"What if this person is referring to you?"

"Since your a werewolf and all..."

As we made our way inside the school building, we went towards our lockers, which were right next to eachother.

I unlock it and I open my locker so I could take out my Algebra book.  I turn around and I see Lydia who was leaning on a locker talking to Garret.

"Hey Scott, do you mind eavesdropping  on they're conversation?" I say as I grab Scotts attention.

Scott stares at them, I guess he's using his super hearing mode.

"I just don't understand, why are you acting so jealous lately?" Lydia asks him.

"Lydia, I'm not jealous; I'm just cautions about our relationship, we've been drifting apart lately and I'm starting to think this is all because of Stiles..."

"Stiles? Pfft, as if.  Garret, I barely even talk to this person.  Besides,  I, Lydia Martin, doesn't hang out with nobody's like him." She fixes Garret's shirt.

"So don't be jealous over a guy like him..." She turns around, causing her hair to twirl and she begins to walk away from him.

Scott, shocked, turns to face me.

"So, what were they talking about?" I ask.

"Um..."

"C'mon, I can handle the truth." I beg.

"Um, well I just want to say one thing, don't let girls change who you are by saying bad stuff about you..."  I was confused.

"I'm lost."

"Stiles, she called you a nobody..."

Suddenly my heart felt broken.

"Uh, go on..." I felt the urge of crying.

I can't believe that the girl I've loved since the third grade, called me something that nobody enjoys being called.

A nobody.

That's what se thought of me.

"She told Garret to not be jealous over a guy like you."

"H-He was jealous of me?" I asked, trying to push back my tears.

"I guess..." Scott responds.

"Give me a moment..." I say as I began to walk away.

Every blink, a tear managed to roll down my cheek.  I wiped them off but more came.  I began to run.  Running through the hallways, I passed by Lydia, who saw me crying.

I ran inside the restroom and I went towards a sink.  I looked up at the mirror, looking at myself.

Thought went through my mind.  I didn't even know what to do.  But I got an idea.