•Run• Scott McCall

Chapter 5

After meeting Scott and Stiles, they explained the situation in Beacon Hills; the hunters, Scott and someone called Allison's relationship, the missing girl that was bitten.

"I came here to avoid supernatural drama, not get involved in more of it." I sighed, pressing my hands up against my face as I leaned back against my locker listening to the boys talking. "Evidently, I can't catch a break."

"You sound like you're running from something." Scott stated as I mumbled something about avoiding hunters and other creatures.

"Oh, you have no idea." I replied.

Both Scott and Stiles looked at me strangely but thankfully the bell rang out and we had to go to our next lesson.
All three of us had Chemistry next, and from what Stiles had already told me, I hated the teacher already.

"Well well, you must be Miss Lyall." Mr Harris said to me as we walked through the door.

"Yes sir." I replied respectfully, not wanting to get on his bad side on the first day.

"Welcome to Beacon Hills High. Now please take a seat next to Mr. Whittemore." He said and gestured towards an attractive boy with blue eyes and a jawline that could cut through obsidian. Maybe this class wouldn't be so bad after all.

I took my place and dropped my bag down by my feet before turning to the boy next to me.

"Hi, I'm Artemis." I said with a small smile.

"Jackson." He replied and held a hand out to me which I shook.

Mr Harris hands out papers and tells us that we have a surprise pop quiz today.
"Uh, sir?" I said, raising my hand into the air. "I haven't learned any of the content for this."

"Well, maybe you should have studied the syllabus before transferring here Miss Lyall." He replied, not looking up from his desk. I scoffed, and opened the paper to the first page.

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As hard as I tried, I couldn't block out the sound of Jackson, Scott and Stiles' loud muttering about the missing girl.

"What if the next body part she steals is from someone who's still alive?" Stiles was saying quietly and I looked up with a frown, wondering what the hell he was talking about. They didn't tell me that she was stealing people's organs.

"This is a pop quiz, Mr. Stilinski. If I hear your voice again, I may be tempted to give you detention for the rest of your high school career." Mr Harris interrupted, turning to face Stiles.

"Can you do that?" Stiles counters, and I shake my head. Harris already hates him and he's just not helping his case.

"Well, there it is again. Your voice. Triggering the only impulse I've ever had to strike a student repeatedly and violently. I'll see you at 3:00 for detention."

I snickered and Scott turned to look at me at the sound.

"You two want to join?" Harris asked as he stared daggers at us.

"No sir." We replied in sync.

Everything was quiet again after that until I glanced at Jackson briefly and did a double take as I saw a black liquid running from his nose down his upper lip.

"Jackson, are you okay? Your nose is bleeding..." I worried, placing my hand on his forearm.

"What?" He said, lifting a finger up to his nose and staring as he pulled it back covered in the black stuff. "Oh, I'm fine. I'll be right back." He stood up, his stool scraping across the floor and walked quickly towards the door.

"Jackson!" I whisper-yelled after him, but he just kept walking out the door. Scott and Stiles turned to me both with the same expression of 'what's up with him?' And I shrugged in reply, mouthing an 'I have no idea.'

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As we parted ways at the end of the school day, Scott told me he was going to see Allison and then was going to go out into the woods and try to find the missing girl, Lydia Martin.

"You need me to come with?" I asked as we walked.

"No, I've got it." He replied.

"Oh come on, two super-enhanced werewolf noses are better than one! And I'm bored. Living in a mansion by yourself is not as fun as it sounds."

"Fine, meet us at the edge of the woods at nine. Stiles and I will meet you there." He gave in and I smiled in success.

"Wait. You live in a mansion?"