The Phoenix

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Mac's POV

I used to like English. I used to love it actually. I didn't mind writing the papers but my favorite part was the reading. I loved getting lost in a book. It took me to someplace other than my poor life with my mother. It made me feel like I was another person.

Now, now I hate English. I hate this class with every fiber of my being. First I had thy psychotic murdering bitch as my teacher. Now my crazy ass stalker aunt. Which is precisely why I skipped the class.

I was currently sitting on the bleachers in front of the lacrosse field, playing a game on my phone. I was in the midst of crushing candies when my vision flicked orange. I closed my eyes to clear my vision.

"You skipped my class." A voice said behind me. I groaned and turned to see my aunt.

"I did." I responded.

"That's not a great first impression for your teacher." She said, with a small smile.

"Good thing I don't care." I shot back, turning back to my phone.

"Mackinzy, let me get to know you. I can help you control your powers and in the process get to know my last family member."

"No." I said.

"Mac-" She started but I cut her off.

"Do you wanna know why I want nothing to do with you? Your face. You have my mother's face. She abused me since I was 3 years old and you have her face. Every single time I look at you, I see her. I see her trying to hurt me, so no. I don't want to get to know you. I don't want to be your friend, your niece, or even your student. Leave me alone." I said, getting angrier with each word. She looked shocked and was speechless. I turned away and started walking back toward the school when Isaac called me.

"She did what?" I asked shocked. Allison almost shot Lydia in the face with an arrow.

"If I wasn't there, we'd have a dead banshee on our hands." Isaac said.

"What were you even doing there?" I asked him, heading to me car. He didn't respond. I smirked into the phone, "Were you stalking your girlfriend?"

"For one, she's not my girlfriend. Plus I was worried about her. Rightfully so. Will you just get here already?" He said and hung up the phone. I smiled and climbed in my car. Oh yeah, he's got it bad.

After dropping Isaac off at Scott's house, I headed back to my place of residence. It was currently empty of Stiles and Noah. I was in the process of making dinner when the door slammed open. Stiles stormed in the house in a rage.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" I asked.

"Your jackass father." He responded.

"What did he do now?" I asked, not surprised that Rafe managed to further piss off this spastic boy.

"He's investigating my dad! Taking all his old case files and trying to get him fired!" Stiles yelled, sitting down on top of the counter, "Do me a favor? Burn him. Phoenix out and burn him to a crisp."

"I'm glad to see you supporting murder." I said sarcastically, "I'm sorry about Noah, maybe I can try talking to Rafe and see what I can do."

"You don't have to do that. I know you hate him just about as much as I do." Stiles said, calming down.

"Stiles, it's okay. It's the least I can do. Noah has done so much for me. I can suck it up and talk to my sperm donor." I said and turned back to the stove, flipping the chicken in the skillet.  Next thing you know, Stiles was behind me gripping me in a hug.

"Thank you." He said. I could feel my cheeks getting hot as blood filled them. Oh god, I was blushing. Blushing pretty hard, I may add.

"You're welcome." I said. I sighed as I felt his warmth leave me when he pulled away. He headed upstairs and I sighed again. I got it bad.

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