On Your Side [Teen Wolf Fan Fiction]

Chapter Two

Melanie's POV:

Neither Darla or I thought to bring a flashlight on our last minute planned adventure, so now, we are trying to find our way out of Beacon Hills Preserve with zero sense of direction. For all we know, we could be walking in circles.

I'm mentally scolding myself for not staying with Scott and Stiles, but if they did get caught by the police, my dad would have murdered me six feet under. Although, I don't think he would be all that surprised, especially since he was a bit of a rebel child when he was younger.

Not only have we managed to get ourselves lost, but I, also, succeeded in ruining my sweater I just bought a week ago. The soft material is no match for the mud caked on to it.

"I thought you had a flashlight on your phone?" Darla hesitantly speaks up, knowing I'm probably mad at her for this whole crazy idea.

"I do." I nod my head, while stepping over a root in the ground. "But, my phone is dead because someone decided to drag me along to this place and it was only charged to ten percent."

Darla lowers her head. "You're mad."

A smile tugs on the corner of my lips. "Surprisingly, no." I admit, truthfully. Darla's head snaps up so fast that I'm surprised she doesn't have whiplash. "But, you do owe me a new sweater."

"If anyone owes you a new sweater, it's Scott." Darla defends herself. "Or, maybe even Stiles because it was his idea to drop to the ground."

"He just didn't want to be seen by the police." I state, flicking a strand of hair out of my face. "Don't forget his dad his the deputy. I'm sure his punishment would have been a lot worse than ours-"

A strange rustling noise comes from up ahead of us and I edge closer to my best friend, the hair on the back of my neck standing up. Darla's eyes become wide, but not in fear, more like excitement. Oh, gosh. Why can't I have a normal best friend that gets scared along with me when we hear a strange noise in the woods instead of wanting to investigate?

I reach out, wrapping my fingers around Darla's wrist. "Don't even think about it." I warn her in a scared tone.

Darla and I have been friends for years. I know how she thinks and I can tell what she will do next just by the look on her face. Right now, her eyes are wide with a mischievous look in them and her mouth slightly agape; she's going after the noise.

Her arm shakes wildly, forcing me to lose my grasp on her before taking off. "It might be the dead body!" Darla whisper yells back at me.

"What?!" I gape at the back of her head. "Dead bodies don't make noises! I thought you were the smart one?"

Afraid to be left alone, I lurch forward in my black vans, desperate to catch back up with her. Although it may be really dark out here, I'm still able to see Darla's jacket with her track shirt underneath running through the trees. I push myself faster, ducking underneath low branches and tripping over roots a few times. Darla slows down after a few minutes, which allows me to catch up to her, slightly out of breath. My dad is not going to be happy that I'm slightly out of shape. Gym this year is going to be hell.

Darla startles me by covering my mouth with her hand. "Before you yell at me, look." She whispers, her other hand pointing at what's in front of us.

I yank her dirty hand off of my mouth before wiping my mouth with the clean part of my sleeve. My eyes focus on what is only a few feet away from us. Resisting the urge to 'aw' out loud, I bite my lip, while I watch the deer in amazement. More than two dozen deer and a bunch of doe are quietly grazing the small patches of grass beneath their hooves.