Beep. Beep. Beep.
My hand shoots out to hit my alarm clock and I blink rapidly, trying to wake up. I stumble out of bed and lazily get dressed. I toss my pajamas on the floor as I walk into my bathroom. I open the door to Scott's room.
"Scott," I say, leaning against the doorway. He doesn't answer. "Scott!" I say again, louder.
"Huh?" he asks stupidly, sitting up. He winces, clutching at his right side.
"You okay?" I tick my chin towards his side.
"Uh-huh," he nods.
"So, what happened last night?" I ask, remembering his and Stiles' little expedition for half of a dead body.
"Stiles got caught by his dad," Scott says, rolling out of his bed. His voice is foggy with sleep. "Then, when he was trying to save my ass, he left me with no ride home. So, I was walking home and all these deer ran right over me and I dropped my inhaler and found the dead body."
"Which half?" I ask, suddenly morbidly curious.
"Top," Scott states and looks at me like I'm crazy. "Anyways, I was so freaked out, I couldn't find my inhaler."
He stops short and I get the feeling there's more to the story that he's not telling me.
"And ...?" I prompt, trying to prod him along.
"That's it," Scott shrugs and walk around me into the bathroom. He closes the bathroom door and I stand around long enough to be classified as a creep. After a minute, I hear a ripping sound coming from the bathroom and I turn towards the door, my eyebrows knitting together in confusion. I peer through the crack in the door and watch as Scott drops a bloodied bandage onto our sink.
"That's not it!" I say with wide eyes as I push open the door. I rush over, studying the wound on his side. It's a faint, bloody bite mark. "What bit you?" I ask, looking up at him.
"I don't know, but I think it was a wolf," Scott says. "I heard a wolf howling."
"A wolf bit you?" I confirm. Scott nods and I shake my head. "This better not make us late." I turn and walk out of his room.
"Thanks for the concern, Em!" Scott calls after me.
"You better not give me rabies or anything either!" I shout back on my way to the kitchen. I ponder Scott's story over a bowl of cereal and milk.
Stiles got caught. I really wouldn't doubt that. He doesn't have the smoothest personality or the best thought out plans in the world. It was also just like Stiles to try and cover for Scott and inadvertently leave him with no way home. But I've never heard of deer just running over someone. Maybe something scared them. Maybe a wolf - the wolf that bit Scott.
This is how horror movies start. Someone gets bit by a wolf and then transforms into a werewolf.
I laugh to myself quietly. I can't imagine nerdy, unathletic, asthmatic Scott being a werewolf. Turning into a giant, droopy Basset Hound, maybe. I just hope he doesn't actually get rabies.
After I finish my bowl of cereal, I set it in the sink and make my way back to check on Scott. He was coming out of his room just as I was about to enter.
"Emerson," he says in surprise. "Hey, uh, when Stiles gets here, tell him I'm riding my bike to school today, okay?"
"Alright ..." I say slowly, watching my brother stumble away awkwardly. For a moment, I weigh whether or not to go after him and see why he's acting so weird, but then I decide I don't want to deal with it today.
My focus is school. I'm going to do good this semester. I'm going to do more than pass my classes, I'm going to ace them. I laugh to myself again. I'm turning into Scott with my impossible hopes. Maybe I'll ace them the first week, maybe even the first two, but after that it'll be another struggle just to avoid summer school.
I flit around my house, killing time until Stiles gets here. I check my phone, brush my teeth, shove an extra pen in my backpack, and put on a black beaded bracelet. Just as I'm considering putting in earrings, I hear Stiles honk his Jeep.
I close the front door behind me and then I jump in the passenger seat.
"Uh ..." Stiles says. "Scott's not gonna like that."
I grin. The front seat is usually Scott's spot. This is one of the rare times when I get to ride in the front.
"Scott," I say slyly, pulling on my seatbelt. "Is riding his bike to school today."
"Okay," Stiles replies, backing out of my driveway.
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Fanfiction"Don't be afraid of change. You might lose something good, but you'll gain something better." Emerson McCall is a pretty average high school student. She has one friend she shares with her brother, Scott, and between the two of them, she has all she...
