Scars Left Behind; Teen Wolf

7: Breakouts Are For Faces, Not School

Jess's pov

'Jessica Hale 10'
'Jessica Hale 10'
'Jessica Hale 10'

Those three words kept ringing through my mind. Jessica Hale? That doesn't make any sense whatsoever.
"My name is Jessica Roads. Not Jessica Hale. I'm 16 1/2 years old. Not 10 years old. What the hell!" I yell. I star pacing back and forth, ranting. "I'm supernatural. No I'm not. What the hell! I'm freaking human. JUST LIKE STILES! OH MY GOD! Stiles what's happening!!!!! UUGGHH!"

"The 10 doesn't indicate your age. It indicates how much your worth." Lydia says. "I'm only worth $10? Trust me, I'm definitely worth more." I say, disappointed. "No. Millions." Stiles says. My jaw drops.

The next day and Jess's pov

Well yesterday was an interesting day.

So here we are. A normal day at Beacon Hills High. With exception of the PSATs going on and all. Plus it being a Saturuday. Everyone has to take them, except for me and Lydia. Apparently she had enough creds to graduate last year! Dang she's smart. My old school contacted BHHS and told them I was good to go, but shouldn't take the test! That's good! So I'm good to go! Senior! WHOOP WHOOP! Take it down a notch me. Holy canoli Jess, dang. I'm weird. Embrace your weirdness.

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"You guys will to great!" I exclaim. I'm referencing to the usual suspects. The usual suspects as in Scott, Stiles, Kira, and Malia. Yet again, Lydia and I don't have the take the test. "Are you sure?" Malia asks, not too confident about the test. "Trust me Malia, you'll do the best. You studied the hardest out of all of us!" Stiles says trying to encourage Malia. "Trust me. I know we'll all do great!" Scott says, encouraging everyone. "You guys got this! I'll still be at the school, so don't worry. Oh wait. Sorry It's not like I can help you or anything. I'll be helping coach with some stuff, so ya." I tell them. "I don't know what Lydia is doing right now so I'll be here."

Once the usual suspects begin their tests and the clock starts tick-tick-ticking I walk to coaches office. He was on his desk sleeping. Are you serious right now? Coach this is some serious stuff. These are the PSATs we're talking about here! I just walk out of his office and see Lydia's mom speed walking toward coach's office.

"What's wrong?" I ask her.

"Oh I'm just looking for Coach Finstock. Are you okay sweetie?" She asks me. "Ya, I'm totally fine. I'm waiting for them to finish. I was supposed to help coach today."

"Oh well he's in there," I said gesturing toward his office. "But he's not exactly ready to work." I say, knowing that he is sleeping.

I walk over and sit on the stairs, a couple set of lockers over from coaches office. I start playing on my phone, being bored out of my mind for the minute I'm there.

Lydia's mom walks out of his office and back into the classroom she originally walked out of. A couple minutes later she starts pacing back to coaches office. It takes her a minute to come back out. When she does, other kids are about to walk in the school.

"NO GET BACK! DO NOT COME IN HERE!" She yells running toward them. I get up from the stairs, nervous on why she would say that. She locks the door. All the students come outside from the classroom after hearing her yell. "Back to your seats. Now." She says sternly.

I run up to Scott and Stiles. "Are you guys okay?" I ask them with concern. "We'll be fine," Scott says with a smile. Stiles nods with agreement. All of the students hustle back into the classroom, Scott closing the door behind them. After the students all the students go into the classroom, Ms. Martin types something on her phone.
"Hello? I need the number of the CDC. Yes the number of the center for disease control."