THE SLAYER ■ SCOTT MCCALL

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COLTON WASN'T USUALLY ONE TO be self-conscious. She knew she was a beautiful looking girl—thanks to Lydia—and she was not afraid to flaunt that fact; a little fault of hers now.

But there was no excuse for the cautious stares being directed at her from Scott and his band of misfits. Gym was the last period that Colton shared with them, Lydia, and Rebecca and the stares—more like glares—from them hadn't lessened from Mr. Harris' class.

".. Lydia, I'm not one to judge your company," Colton started, "but can you tell your friends to take a picture? I know I'm fine, but shit! I'll pose and everything if I need to."

Her redheaded friend just laughed and wrapped an arm around her neck, "I'll make sure to pass along the message."

Colton turned her head back to Scott and, him noticing he'd been caught once again, blushed a deep red that seeped through his tan skin and turned his head back to the two brunettes from earlier. She blinked. Colton wasn't gonna lie, she still had a major crush on the teen that was called Scott McCall, but she wasn't stupid. It didn't take a genius to see the way he looked at curly-haired brunette female at his side and vice versa. 

Also, it helped that Lydia was friends—acquaintances at the moment— with the girl. Colton never asked her name and Lydia never wanted to talk much about her so that was as much information she had on the girl.

Colton was snapped out of her thoughts by the call of her name and she turned to see Rebecca looking down at her with a smile that was anything, but innocent. It sent her instincts aflame and she gave her friend and suspicious glance, "You needed something, Becca?"

"Yeah, can you help me lift something real quick?"

Ok, now Colton knew something was wrong.

Rebecca was not tall. Simply? She was smaller than most girls in their grade though Colton wasn't one to talk as she was shorter than both her and Lydia. What she's trying to say is that Rebecca isn't one to ask for help with anything and she means anything. The blonde was always saying that she wouldn't let anyone see the midget ask for help and get made fun of just because she couldn't reach something. In her words, "she'd rather trip, fall, and suffer than ask for help."

So, Colton wasn't amused with the request, but it's not like she would refuse her friend. That'd make her a bit of a bitch.

"Um, sure..." She gazed up at the blonde, "with what?"

"Can you lift those weights for me?" Rebecca pointed towards a stack of barbells; the small kind that Colton had seen most of the lacrosse players using without assistance. But that was besides the point! Was she crazy? Colton could barely move a table; let alone lift a couple of weights that more than likely weighed more than her!

"I don't think that'd be a goo—"

"Great! Coach wants them moved all the way over there, thanks!" Colton felt her eyes widened. Now, while their gym wasn't that big, it also wasn't that small. The weights happened to be a great distance from the wall and she knew that it would take her the whole period just to move two of the four barbells.

It seemed that Rebecca could already see the cogs in her brain moving and smirked, pushing her over to the weights, "Go on then."

Colton slumped as she only sighed and made her way to stand in front of the weights, already imagining the embarrassment she was about to experience as almost all eyes fell upon her form. She could hear the jocks giggling as they watched her bend down and go to grab a barbell.

They were silenced when she lifted it with no resistance.

Colton stared at her hand like she didn't even know what she was seeing. What. The. Fuck?! She was holding up a barbell! With one fucking hand! How?! That shouldn't even be possible for a girl her height and weight!

Everyone in there had the same thought because the tall Hispanic guy from her science class—Danny, right?—call out, "Nice biceps!"

Colton immediately dropped the weight, wincing at the harsh sound it made upon connection with the floor, and rushed out from the gym. She ignored the cries of Lydia behind her and broke into a sprint once she rounded the corner.

What in the hell was wrong with her? A normal girl like her shouldn't be able to lift a weight like that without some assistance. A normal girl would barely get that thing an inch off the ground if she wanted to be technical about it!

"What's wrong with me...?" She said after stopping in front of a bathroom and sitting herself next to the door. Colton hoped that Lydia and Rebecca would just leave her alone for a few minutes. There was only so much stress that she could take right now before she had a panic attack in front of everyone.

When had this even started? She was fine before she stepped foot in this school. She was normal before she stepped foot into this town. Colton didn't remember anything that could have... wait..

—As soon as she sat in the seat, it felt like she had been punched in the face by Mike Tyson twenty times as she felt herself fall off the seat. Colton barely registered the startled cries of her classmates as everything became too loud, as the smell of spice and summer days filled her nostrils, or even as she felt herself sink into fight or flight mode as a hand went to touch her—

Colton gasped as the events from earlier slam dunked on her brain and she would have thought more on it if a familiar voice hadn't interrupted her thoughts.

"Well, well, well if it isn't the little murderer all alone?"

Her head swung in the direction of the threatening voice and her brown eyes suddenly locked onto the glowing golden ones of Isaac Lahey. The smirk plastered on his lips set her on high alert and she found her body preparing itself as she stood to her feet.

Colton's eyes widened as she found herself gazing at sharp, very sharp, claws in place of where the boy's nails should be, "Derek can't wait to meet you." He purred.

And then, he leaped at her without warning.