Demons - Stiles Stilinski (Teen Wolf)

Chapter 2: School Begins

I was awoken by a sudden rush of cold air which contrasted with the stuffy overly warm air within the chest. Isaac stood above me with a grim expression holding out his hand to help me out of the tiny torture chamber. As I looked closer at his face, I saw his cheek was bruised. It looks like he had tried to get me out of the chest again. I sigh as I reach to lightly touch the bruise. He flinches away from my hand and I embrace him in a light hug because of the bruising on my ribs. I bury my face in his shoulder trying to find some comfort before getting ready for school and face the day ahead.

"You have to stop trying to save me from there you know?" I mumble into the fabric of his t-shirt, "there's little point in both of us getting a beating."

"But I can't when I know what it's like in the freezer," Isaac murmurs into my hair.

"And then you get hurt. Just please leave me to it next time. At least I can wear makeup to cover the bruising," I let out a humourless laugh.

"Come on munchkin. You need to get ready for school. Are you going with me on my bike cause I'm leaving before he wakes up?" he says releasing me from his embrace to go up to our shared bedroom.

I rummage through my clothes before settling on a pair of black ripped jean shorts, a white tank top, black leather jacket and combat boots with sheer black tights. I look in the mirror and see a blue and purple handprint on my cheek and my curly brown hair in complete disarray. I quickly run a brush through the tangled mess and apply some concealer and foundation to cover the bruise. I swipe in some mascara, eyeliner and red-tinted lip gloss. I looked better but the makeup only covered the visible bruising the areas were still tender, and remnants of panic still clung to my chest. I grabbed my shoulder bag containing my books and shoved my penny board in as well rushing to get out before He had a chance to awaken.

When I get downstairs Isaac is gone but the car is still in the driveway. I hurry out the door not wanting to face Him and notice Jackson walking out of his lavish house across the street. I smile lightly and unsteadily run up to him my ribs aching at the action. He opens his arms and we share a quick hug as I angle my body in such a way as to prevent contact with my rubs. He looks down at me sympathetically, a sad smile gracing his features and worry swimming in his striking blue eyes.

"I don't see why you won't let me tell someone... I heard you screaming last night," he says sadly.

Jackson may be a complete dick to a lot of the student body, but he can actually be really sweet when he wants to be. I bow my head not wanting to look him in the face. "Can you at least tell me what happened this time?"

"Stiles came over wanting me to help him look for the dead body found last night," I say flatly. "Dad caught us talking and well you know what happens after that." Jackson smiles sadly at me again and gives me a light hug not wanting to cause me any further pain.

"Come on I'll give you a ride." He says gesturing for me to get in his silver Porsche. I smile gratefully and gently lower myself into the passenger's seat.

The whole ride to a higher circle of hell called Beacon Hills High School we talked just like we had in middle school. When we pull into space right in front of the school beside the bicycle rack, I get out still smiling. Until Jackson hits Scott McCall, a boy with floppy brown hair, the sweetest puppy dog eyes and an uneven jawline, with his door.

"Watch the paint job," Jackson sneers at Scott which makes him look even more like a lost puppy than usual, as he walks around the car to meet me. When Jackson gets close enough, I playfully slap the back of his head and give a short wave to Scott.

"Be nice," I giggle as I notice Lydia walking across the parking lot and run up embracing my strawberry blonde bestie in gentle hug abandoning Jackson in the process. She lets out a small giggle before reciprocating the action a little too hard. I try my best not to wince or cringe in pain but I'm positive it was shown blatantly on my face. I release her from our hug and step back to take in Lydia's outfit. Stylish as usual. A pink plaid skirt, black tank top covered by a dark blue cardigan which is tucked into the skirt. She wears her favourite black boots with thick black tights. Over this, she's wearing a black trench coat.

"Carter it's been way too long we really have to hang out again. How about you sit with me at lacrosse practice after school," Lydia exclaims over excitedly as we approach the door to the school and a certain pair of boys talking animatedly probably about the body from last night. Stiles was looking at the boy resembling a puppy dog in disbelief. His mouth moving fast as if finding it hard to articulate his exact thoughts and his arms waving wildly as though trying to force the thoughts into a coherent sentence.

"This is the best thing that has happened to this town since," Stiles says looking around quickly before speaking again as me and Lydia walk past, "since the birth of Lydia Martin. Hey Lydia, you look... like you're going to ignore me." He huffs slightly as my only girlfriend completely ignores the adorable geek, I call one of my best friends. I feel a slight twinge in my heart but the fake smile I have plastered on my face doesn't waver. Practice really does make perfect, I guess. I'm not sure which of my smiles are real anymore and the only person able to tell is my twin and I'm not sure he is completely sure most of the time anyway.

"Can you believe that guy? Doesn't he understand the concept of leagues and that I am out of his?" Lydia sighs as we strut down the hall almost everyone's eyes on us. She knows I like Stiles and has come to accept it.

"Don't blame him, Lydia. He might hang out with me a little too much," I giggled. She smiles and nods in agreement because I have achieved the impossible melted the ice queen herself a.k.a. Lydia Martin and forced my way into her good graces despite my lack of interest in shopping.

Suddenly Jackson comes up behind us and puts one arm around Lydia's waist and one arm over my shoulders. It used to bother Lydia, but she has come to terms with the friendship me and Jackson share and knows I could never hurt her.

"So where are my favourite girls headed," he smirks at us his eyes softening from their usual hard expression when he looks at Lydia and me. I pick up his arm and drop it to his side before stepping sideways.

"I need to go to the principal's office. I haveto greet the new girl," I say backing up, before disappearing into the crowd.The young couple too engrossed in one another to notice my absence.