Two Halves // Teen Wolf

Adventurous Spirit

The music blared throughout the room, making the teen swing her hips in time to the beat. She bent over her desk, checking her schedule for the next semester of her sophomore year in high school. As she sang along to the song softly, she scanned over the file. Squinting, she noticed a note at the bottom of the email that informed her she would be showing the two new students around.

Her eyebrows raised at this information. It was rare that Beacon Hills High got new students. Sure, it wasn't a small town, but it was uncommon that people moved here. Slowly, an exited grin made its way into her features while a bundle of nerves and curiosity settled into her stomach. She would be these two new students' first impression of Beacon Hills High, an honor that her friends at the front desk let her have. In reality, it was just because she was a total chatterbox, too curious for her own good, and a relatively good student, which made her the perfect candidate.

She squealed softly and jumped a little, her mind already racing with all the scenarios and possibilities that could happen.

As she grabbed her phone to text the news to her idiotic friends, she noticed movement on the roof in the house next to her. Frowning, she walked over to her window and leaned out slightly to get a better look.

Seeing a dark figure climbing onto the roof had her stomach dropping into her knees. She quickly thought of all the posibilites explaining why there was someone running along her best friend's roof. She ruled them all out before she came to the chilling conclusion that her best friend was getting robbed and would possibly get hurt, which she could absolutely not let happen.

Quickly, after deciding to damn the consequences, she shoved her feet into her converse, grabbed her baseball bat and scaled down her small balcony. Landing as softly as she could, she raced across the small distance dividing the two houses and agilely pulled herself onto the porch, landing with a soft thud. Slowly walking towards the door, she found herself face to face with her best friend who was also holding a baseball bat. Her eyes widened, but both of them managed not to make a noise.

Silently, they agreed to walk towards the source of the noise. Nyx walked slightly in front of her best friend, her bat held up in the correct position, ready to swing at a moment's notice. Both looked around nervously, especially when they heard some leaves rustling overhead.

Suddenly, a figure dropped down from overhead in an upside down position. Scott, her oh-so-brave best friend, yelled in panic, while the mysterious figure did the same several times. Nyx, after letting out a surprised gasp of her own, swung with as much force as she could muster towards the figure, narrowly missing hitting their head if they hadn't lifted themselves out of the way in time. Scott yelled in panic and alarm, quickly backing away to avoid getting hit.

The figure lowered itself back down after letting out a girly scream. However, gravity was greater and the figure fell to the floor, narrowly avoiding falling on their head and instead falling on their back. A groan was emitted from them and they stood up to lean on the porch railing.

Scott, after realizing who the figure was, asked loudly, "Stiles, what the hell are you doing?!" Stiles, eyes wide with fright and alarm, moved his hands in front of his face to cover himself from further attacks when Nyx didn't lower source of Stiles' fear.

"You weren't answering your phone", he said, like the answer was obvious. He looked over at Nyx's bat. "Why'd you swing your bat at me?! I thought we agreed we'd save that for dire situations!"

Nyx looked at him incredulously. "We thought you were a predator!" She cried in indignation. Scott nodded, backing up her statement. Stiles looked at her incredulously. "A pre-- I almost became a dead body if not for my reflexes!" He claimed dramatically. "The police would have no time for another one."