Lena Whittemore

Wednesday

My alarm rings annoyingly in my ear, pushing me to leave this bed. I slam my hand against the snooze button and it finally shuts up. I slide out of bed and walk into the bathroom for a shower.

I wouldn't dare go for a run after I just found out that Alistair stalks me.

As the hot water hits my bare body, I remember the conversation about me being a seer. How in the hell did that happen? I control the nature, people, what else? I'm not exactly excited to have the power to ruin people's lives.

I cut off the water and step out. I wrap a fluffy towel around my bodice and walk into my room. I change into a pair of jean shorts, a red and grey sweater, and knee high converse. I dry my hair and comb it down. It's straight now, is that bad or good, I don't know. Anyway, I put my hair into a ponytail and a couple colorful rubber hands around my wrist. I put on Chapstick and grabs my bags.

"Lena, are you ready yet," Jackson yells from down the stairs.

"Yeah, I'm coming," I say and grab a bottle of lotion.

I run down the stairs and to the kitchen. I grab a strawberry bagel and run out of the house into Jackson's car.

I slam the door closes and eat my bagel.

As he's driving, he starts to talk. Knowing Jackson, it isn't really good.

"So, Scott told me about you being a seer," he says.

"Um...yeah...I guess. Cool, right?"

"I don't...uh...know. It's weird, because mom and dad have no idea what's happening while they're gone," he says.

I chuckle, "yeah."

When we get to the school we both sit there for a moment in silence.

But I break the silence, "so, I'll see you at lunch," I say and get out of the car.

I wave to him as he waves back, then walk over to Scott, Stiles, and Isaac.

Seeing Scott again just makes me angrier than last night. I drop my stuff on the grass and squirt lotion in my hands. I start to spread it all over my legs and arms, but then someone clears their throat.

I look up and see them all looking at me. "What," I ask.

"I told Stiles," Scott says.

"Oh," I say and straighten up. "I'm sorry Stiles, I'll understand if you hate me for this, but it was all Scott's idea, I had-"

"I told him you're a seer Lena," Scott says, interrupting my fast apology.

"What were you talking about," Stiles asks.

"Being a seer, of course. What did you think I was talking about," I ask, trying to play it cool.

"Oh, okay," Stiles says, a little confused. By he perks up, "my ankle will be healed next week. So I can make up for some lost quality time," he says, winking at me.

I blush and look away.

"You two are gross, do that somewhere else," Isaac groans.

"Sorry," Stiles says and smirks in my direction.

I look down toward the ground to avoid eye contact. He's making me forget all about my anger towards Scott.

"So Lena, wanna hang out after school," Isaac asks.

"I'll have to get back to you on that, I'm not sure if I'm free yet," I say.

When the bell rings, we go to our classes, Scott walks Stiles to class so Isaac volunteers to walk me to class.