Damaged 》Teen Wolf

The Girl Who Knew Too Much

"Yes!" I shouted excitedly as I raised my fist in the air. I clapped my hands together as I pointed to Scott. "5 to 4. Pay up, McCall."

He shook his head. "No way. One more round."

I smirked. "Come on, Scott. Don't embarrass yourself even more."

Yeah, Scott and I decided to hangout again. We went towards the arcade and started playing games until we came across the air-hockey table. We bet $20 on the game to see who'd win. Guess who won? That's right this girl.

He shook his head. "No way. That was a cheap shot."

I scoffed. "No, you just suck."

"Then you wouldn't mind going another round." I raised my eyebrow at him before I bit into my cookie. "Fine, $50 if you win."

"I'll take that bet." I grabbed the puck and placed it on the table. "Get ready to lose, McCall."

He gave me an amused look. "You're on, Mina."

I hit the puck. Scott was concentrating as he hit it back towards me. I hit the puck twice as hard. It smacked into the middle corner of the table. It almost made it into Scott's goal, but he blocked it and pushed it back. I hit it again and it went from Scott's right corner before hitting my left corner. It glide towards Scott in the middle as it started to slow down. Scott leaned over the table a bit to hit it. It slowed down and I used that advantage to make the puck fly from under Scott, when he was about to get up, and it went through the hole.

The bell rang, signaling my point. "Woo!" I cheered. "I am the queen of this game!"

Scott sighed as he took out his wallet. "I think you cheated."

I smirked. "Not my fault you suck." Scott got the $50 out and placed it in my hand. "Thank you."

A guy bumped into Scott. "Watch it," He snapped.

I went around Scott and glared at the guy. "How about you watch it, you stupid piece of shit."

He glared at me. "What did you just call me?"

"Sorry, I didn't know you were deaf. Let me say it again." I cleared my throat. "I called you a stupid...piece...of...shit. Now apologize to my friend."

Scott placed his hand on my shoulder. "Mina, it's ok."

The guy ignored him and scoffed. "What are you going to do about it?"

I let out a humorless chuckle before I wrapped my hand around the guys' throat. "Honey, you don't want to know what I'm gonna do."

I felt my hand tighten around the guy's throat. He started choking as I squeezed his windpipes. He should be the one apologizing, not Scott. You don't bump into Scott and make him apologize.

The guy started to turn blue. "Mina, what are you doing?!" Scott asked frantically. I ignored him and squeezed harder. The guy started to turn blue and I'm enjoying every single moment of it. Scott grabbed my shoulder. "Mina, let go!" I ignored him again. "Mina!"

My eyes suddenly went wide. I loosened my grip on the guy before tossing him aside. "Sorry," I'm mumbled.

"What the hell was that? You almost killed that guy."

I shook my head. "I...I don't know." I don't really know what's wrong with me. It's been like that for the past few days, every time Scott and I hangout. Like one time I tripped a girl for giving Scott the goo-goo eyes. Or I slashed a guy's tire for commenting on Scott's bike.

It's not just me though. Scott actually punched a guy because he grabbed my ass. Then, the other day, he threw another guy who tried to ask me out. I told him that I had it under control, but he shook his head and said I, um, did it for Stiles.