Finding the Truth (Teen Wolf Fanfiction Book 2)

Chapter Three

Chapter 3:

Brittany's Point of View

I tapped my pencil on my Chemistry table and bit my nails. I was nervous, very nervous, and I didn't know why. Is it because of everything's that has happened? Am I going to get panic attacks more frequently now?

I felt a hand on my shoulder and I jumped in my chair. "It's just me!" Stiles said. I looked up at him and sighed. He sat in his usual spot next to me. He stared at me with a concerned look on his face. "What's wrong?"

"I'm nervous," I said as I looked out the window. "I don't know why, I'm either going to have a panic attack, or I'm having an anxiety attack right now." Stiles put his arm around me, but I slipped out of his grip. I didn't want to be touched, or talked to right now. I was afraid to look over at Stiles and see his reaction. I knew he'd be hurt.

Scott ran into the classroom and took a seat at the table next to ours. "Hey," he said. I nodded and saw Stiles wave to him. He looked at us confused then looked down at his books. "Kate's funeral is after-school," Scott whispered. I nodded again.

The bell rang and I looked up ready to learn about ionic and covalent bonds. But just as Mr. Harris walked through the door, so did Caroline.

"Hello class, this is our new student, Caroline McCalister," Mr. Harries said as he gestured to Caroline. She smiled at me, but I looked down at my papers. "I hope you enjoy your years here at Beacon Hills, please take a seat next to Mr. McCall." Caroline then walked to Scott's table. Scott smiled at her and pulled her chair out. She sat down and waved to me, but I ignored her. She shrugged her shoulders and introduced herself to Scott.

I scratched the back of my neck and sighed. I don't want to ignore my friends. But I have to protect them. I have to. I'll never forgive myself if anything happened to them.

Mr. Harris began the lesson and I tried my best to concentrate. I had this ball in my chest that made me just want to rush out of here. My hands shook, and I took in deep breaths to try to calm myself down. But staring at my hands wasn't helping my situation, so I placed them under my legs and stared at one spot.

One, breathe in. Two, breathe out. Three, breathe in. I closed my eyes and continued counting in my head.

"Brittany?" I heard somebody whisper. I shot my eyes open and in front of me was Jackson. He was turned around in his seat. "Um... do you have a pencil?" he asked. I let out a breath and nodded. I reached into my purse and grabbed a pencil. I almost gasped when I looked at Jackson.

He had black blood streaming out of his nose. I looked over at Stiles to see if he saw, but he was passed out on top of his textbook. "What's your problem? Do you have a pencil or not?" he said with an annoyed tone. I slowly lifted my hand up to my nose. His eyebrows turned in and he wiped his nose. Black blood dripped from it. Jackson stared at his hand in shock.

Amanda's Point of View

I had the shot perfectly lined up. In 3 seconds Greenburg was about to be hit with a rubber band. But my 5 minutes of perfect aiming was ruined when I heard Britt's scared gasp from the other side of the school.

Brittany's Point of View

I gasped and covered my mouth with my hands. "Miss Mcarthy, Mr. Whittemore, is what you're talking about as relevant as what we are talking about now?" Jackson quickly turned around and Mr. Harris gasped. "Oh God. Jackson, go to the nurse, Brittany, go with him. You look as if you're about to pass out."

Jackson and I both shakily got out of our chairs and took our things. I looked back at Scott and Caroline who both had worried looks on their faces. I looked at Stiles who was still passed out. I sighed and walked out of the room with Jackson.