The Shattered Me. [ scrapped. ]

Chapter Eleven [Part Three]

A/N: I'm writing this on my phone so please don't be mad if it is not two pages! Bye!

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I woke up on a soft bed in the loft, an aching pain in the back of my head. My vision was blurred as I saw three figures and heard voices. They were in a conversation. "You put him in our pack! You put him in even more danger!" Scott's voice. "Now we have someone else to look after, even more!" Allison. "He was destined for death if he didn't have a pack!" And of course, Derek. My vision slowly came into focus and I looked at them all. Allison's eyes met mine and she slowly whispered in his ear, "Scott." He turned to me with sympathetic eyes and sat down on my bed, right next to me. "Pres. You're a target for the Kit- well actually Deaton was wrong. He called and said they were unknown. He called them a nickname though. The 'Hoods'." , he said to me, not breaking his stare. I , on the other hand, looked at Derek and Allison, then back to Scott. "So, why am I important? Why do they want me?" , I asked, raising my left eyebrow. Derek folded his arms and slowly said, "They want to take something out that they think will be the easiest prey. So they picked you." Taking in a deep breath, I looked for Allison for comforting words. She looked like she felt pity for me so I slowly moved my gaze to the ceiling. "I'm gonna have to lay low aren't I?" , I asked, rhetorically. I already knew the answer. Yes.

( 2 weeks later. )

I was finally able to return to school. After that two-week sickness that Allison told the principal I had, I was finally happy. I was able to go back! During my first day, I overheard something about a new girl and a black light party. Apparently, there was a new girl coming today and there was a black light party being hosted later. The doors to the school opened and everyone turned to look. The new girl. My jaw dropped at how beautiful she was. She flinched at everyone's eyes though as she slowly walked towards the main office. Soon, she came back out and went to her assigned locker. Which by the way, was next to mine. I slowly moved to my locker and smiled at her. "Hi. I'm Preston." , I introduced and stuck my hand out for a shake. I was greeted with a nervous smile and a handshake. "My name is Kira." , she said, brushing her hair behind her ear with her other hand. She quickly let go and then closed her locker. "What class are you going to next? " , I asked her. "Art." I nodded to her. So we were going to the same class. I walked her to class, not in the romantic way, and we sat next to each other. She was like 5 years older then me. "There's a black light party later. Wanna come?" , I asked in her ear, quietly. Kira smiled at me and whispered back, "Aren't you a bit young to go to one?" I just shrugged and started to copy down the diagrams on the board. I couldn't help but feel someone's eyes on me. I looked up and saw it. Scott staring at me. I made a sarcastic face and looked back down to my paper.

( 7:51 , Derek's loft, Black light Party. )

I slowly pushed the doors open to the loft. There were neon lights shining around, loud music, and people with glowing paint on them. It wasn't paint but some sort of substance that glowed in UV light. I looked around and saw Kira over by the stands, talking to Scott. Well, this was my first black light party. "Here I go."