CHAPTER 23- LEARNING CONTROL

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STEFFIE'S POV

The doctors insisted that I should stay at the hospital because of my wound that mysteriouly healed. They thought that I'm a medical case of a really fast healer that I have this capability to heal myself so as others. But my dad and especially my brother didn't like that so... I'm out.

Stiles and I heard the news about the parent-teacher conference. He got mad at Scott for not helping. Because of the incident, dad got hit by a car but he's not hurt and that technically ended Stiles's friendship with Scott. I hope not.

The next day Stiles got ahead to school which make me drive my own car. I already liked riding my brother's jeep but he's on a hurry so I have to use my car.

I arrived at school looking for Stiles but I saw Scott. He seemed to be avoiding a lot of people.

"Oh, come on!", he finally said, annoyed.
"Hi Scott!", I greeted.
"Hey", he replied.
"Avoiding everyone, aren't we?", I asked.
"Just Allison and some people that needs to be avoided", he said.
"Why?", I asked.
"Because I might lose control when they're around. I might hurt them", he explained.
"Oh... Okay", I said.
"I heard that you were at the hospital this weekend?", he asked.
"Yeah. The Alpha attack some random guy and bit me", I said.
"I heard from Stiles. Is he mad at me?", he asked.
"I don't know. Maybe. Don't worry about that. He'll forgive you somehow. He can't stay mad at you forever", I said.
"I hope so", he sighs.
"Well at this rate you have another wolf buddy", I said, changing the topic.
"Yeah. Maybe we could help each other in controling this", he suggested.
"Maybe even Lee can help us", I added.
"You're right. I'll see you later during our free period", he said. Then leave for his class.

STILES'S POV

Scott went to our first class and looks around. He seemed to be avoiding me. Sorry to say that the only vacant chair in this room is the one behind me and he has no choice but to sit there, HA!

"Still not talking to me?", he asked. I'm not gonna answer that. "Can you at least tell me he's okay. I mean it's just a bruise right? Not a soft tissue damage or anything bad?", he continued. Still not gonna answer. "You know I feel a little bad about that?", he asked. And nothing will come out from me. "Okay, what if I tell you that I'm trying to figure this whole out and I asked Derek for help", He said. I reacted on that statement. It's really hard not to say something when it's about the supernatural.
"If I was talking to you, I'd say you're an idiot for trusting him", I began. "But obviously I'm not talking", I added then made some popping noise from my mouth.

The bell rang, start of classes. Scott began digging in his bag for books while I kept fighting myself if I'm gonna talk to him or not. But my curiousity got the best of me.

"What did he say?", I asked Scott. Scott smiled. He seemed to think I forgive him. Watch out wolf boy, I'm gonna kick your butt.

"What?! He wants you to tap to your animal side and get angry?", I asked.
"Yeah", he replied.
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but everytime you do that you end up killing someone. And that someone is usually me or Steffie", I said.
"I know. That's what he meant he doesn't know if he can teach me. I have to be able to control it", he explained.
"How's he gonna do that?", I asked.
"I don't know and he doesn't either", he said.
"When is he gonna do that?", I asked.
"He told me not to talk about it and be normal until the end of the day", he said.
"When?", I asked.
"He said; he'll pick me up after work", he said.
"So that's gonna give me 'til the end of the school then", I said.
"To what?", he asked.
"To teach you myself", I said.

STEFFIE'S POV

During our free period, me and Lee went to the cafeteria to wait for Scott because of our little so-called "practice" our controling thing. But all I saw is Allison with Lydia, eating. Then I saw someone waving at us. There's Scott reading his history book ( looks more like he's hidding) with my brother eating an apple. Lee and I approach their table.

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