I Guess I'm Stuck Now

Chapter One

As soon as I enter my room, I see two people. Stiles and Scott. Great. How did they get into my room you ask? Well, I keep my window unlocked.

I used to keep it locked, but they would throw rocks at it when they wanted my attention. This became an issue with my father, and a told them as much, so now I just leave it open.

"What's up guys?" I ask.

"A jogger found a dead body in the woods."

"So...." I trail off, curious as to how it applies to me.

"Here's the kicker. They only found half."

"Cool?"

"Stiles wants us to help him find the other half," Scott cuts to the chase.

"Stiles," I sigh,"you could've just said that. Let's go."

Scott jumps out first, me next, and Stiles last, because apparently he has a bit if fear towards jumping off of high places. Even though he's jumped out of my window dozens of times.

We walk down the street a little bit to Stile's blue jeep. That thing is so old and worn, I'm surprised it still works. I dash around to the front, and I hop in shotgun.

"What?!?" Scott exclaims.

I stick my tongue out at him. "Sucks to suck Scotty."

He hops in the back grumbling about the unfairness of life. I mentally laugh at him.

We drive over to the Beacon Hills Preserve. We get out of the car.

I wobble just a little bit. Not enough for the boys to notice, but enough for me to check under my sweatshirt. I hadn't realized it before, but the glass and cuts were bleeding heavily under the black cloth.

I decide that I won't let my friends down though, and I walk forward with them.

We get to a little stream that we have to cross. I, being me, forgot to put shoes on. Stiles, being Stiles, notices and offers me a piggy back ride.

"Hey, Ali, come here, there are some sharp rocks in the stream. don't want you to cut your feet up."

What I didn't realize is that my sweatshirt is kind of soaked, the glass is still in there, and Stiles is wearing a thin t-shirt.

I hop up into Stiles' back and he starts to cross the stream. About two steps in, he backs up and sets me down.

"Alia, take your sweatshirt off." Stiles commands.

"Ummm....."

"Now."

I take it off. The bleeding has slowed down a lot, but its still oozing a little bit.

"What happened?"

"I tripped Stiles. I was taking dad's bottle back to the kitchen, and I tripped and fell. It broke, I got some glass in my chest. I was going upstairs to take it out. You guys were in my room. I didn't think it was that bad, so I left. You know the rest."

"Sit down." I follow his instruction and lean against a tree. I sigh once I can relax.

Stiles bends die and takes a closer look at my chest.

"We need to get that glass out." He picks at the pieces pulling the bigger ones out. As soon as the glass is out, the cuts stop bleeding. There are some pieces that he can't get out, but they're extremely small, and I should be okay.

"Alright, I got all of the glass out that I could. You should be okay. Wait here, and we will come back to get you."

I had forgotten that Scott was here. He was over away from us a little bit. He's pretty squeamish around blood and all of that.

The boys cross over the stream. Leaving me sitting against a tree, slightly bleeding and shoeless.

This is where the bad part begins.