The Werewolf Chronicles

Chapter Four: Yeah, I Mean Dylan O'Brien Is Really Hot.

Perhaps using her window wasn't exactly the smartest way to sneak out of her house. But with one leg already dangling in the cold air, Ariana persisted the urge to withdraw.

Besides, she liked challenges.

Not when they involve almost dying! Her inner voice chided, but Ariana ignored it praying her clumsiness and lack of co-ordinate skills did not make an appearance tonight. So far, she had taken seven minutes to get this far. One leg outside her window. In seven minutes.

"Damn," Ariana muttered as she brought her second leg outside and balanced her butt on the window ledge. Looking down she saw the ground and realised it was very far away. There was no way she could drop and land without breaking her ankles-or skull.

The bitter air caused Ariana to shudder violently and she gripped onto the door of the window, her fingers now resembled long, skinny blueberries. She needed to get a move on; with all the noise she was making it was a wonder that no one in the house had heard her. Ariana was thankful she had the decency to wrap herself in a light blue hoodie before she decided to venture outside her window. She feared she would have died of pneumonia otherwise.

The perk of Ariana's bedroom location, was that it backed out onto the main road in the estate. The light poles flooded the estate with orange light and Ariana was grateful for their superior lighting. Locating the drainage pipe which crawled up the house wall to her left, Ariana turned her attention to shifting her body over to it.

Ariana hated being "skinny" and ignored the many rumours she received as she walked down the halls in shorts hearing the urgent conference of "She's definitely anorexic" "Wow is she eating?" "She's not even pretty; she's skin and bones." It was disgusting, and made Ariana want to cry, but right now being skinny was the best news to her.

She knew the pipe could support her fragile frame and as she etched her way over, she felt her phone jump in her pocket. It buzzed lightly, but this movement caused it to move from the safety of her hoodie pocket. Before realising what was about to happen, Ariana swiftly moved her body around so her hands were now lingering above the pipe. The action caused the phone to steadily fall, and Ariana watched in horror as it fell from her grasp.

She looked away and braced herself for the impact, biting back tears and whispering prayers hopeful that by some miracle it would survive.

She never heard it hit the ground.

Ariana opened her eyes and glanced down to the dark ground and saw Ryder standing underneath her, Ariana's phone in one hand.

"Missing something?" He whispered, cocking his head up to meet Ariana's gaze.

His husky voice sent vibrations down Ariana's spine causing her to blush. Thankfully the dark blanket which covered the sky masked her red cheeks.

"Um yeah, that's mine." Ariana coughed out looking sheepishly at Ryder. She didn't know if he could even see her clearly; she was quite high up. Unfortunately Ariana's house was very tall.

"I like your lock screen," Ryder said amusedly and Ariana could tell he was grinning madly.

Fuck! Ariana's thoughts screamed silently. What the shit is it?!

"My...lock screen...oh yeah," Ariana gushed out. Ryder stepped back from where he was and stood in the street light. His dark hair was pushed over to one side, and he was wrapped in a brown cowboy jacket. His golden eyes gleamed and Ariana could still see all his features clearly from her view.

"Yeah, I mean Dylan O'Brien is really hot."

Clapping a hand over her mouth, Ariana knocked her head back in laughter. Ryder looked at his feet and laughed with her.