Wolfsbane (MTV'S Teen Wolf Fan-Fiction)

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I quickly walked into the school, avoiding Wade. 

When I got to my locker there was no Stiles to greet me, no Scott, no one. That is, until I began walking to the restroom.

"Back?" Scott asked.

"Clearly." I smiled.

"You know that Nick died, right?"

"Figured..." She trailed off. She knew him for a while, but his death isn't shocking, as he was arrogant and rude.

"Byron is the Alpha, so that makes you the Omega." I gave a fake smile, 'Oh, whoopee,' I thought sarcastically.

Scott leaned to the side to look around me and I followed his gaze to see Wade. I quickly sped around Scott, looking for a way to get away from him. I walked towards my next class, and saw Stiles sitting on the bench by the principal's office. I continued walking until I heard Lydia's voice. I turned around to face them, Stiles' back facing me.

"Want to play a game?" She asked innocently.

"Ok?"

"How about the firetruck game." Oh shit, I remember that game.

"What's that?"

"You'll see!" She spotted me and gave a sinister smile before blacing her hand on his knee,

"Say stop when you want me to, well, stop." She began slowly running her hand up his thigh, about mid-way he said,

"Stop, stop now, just stop!" But she smirked,

"Firetrucks don't stop for red lights." I felt the tears that once prickled in my eyes fall rapidly down my cheek, and my breath hitched. When she finally reached her goal I broke out in sobs, quickly running back to the front doors.

"Laurel?" He asked. Now, these are more than tears of sadness, because I am royally pissed off. Next time she even touches him the slightest, I won't hold back when ripping her face off.

I ran out the doors to see Wade and Isaac talking.

"Laurel! Wait!" Stiles called, gaining the boys' attention. I quickly ran over and Isaac enveloped me in a hug as I cried into his chest.

We broke apart and he gave me a swift kiss on the cheek before walking away, but I understood.

"I'm sorry, I just.." Wade explained.

"No, I can't stop things from happening, I'm sorry." I hugged him for a few seconds before I ran of, and I know where I'm going, I know what I'm doing. A slice of the wrist won't help me, no, I need torture, and I need to get rid of this curse. I need to pay Argent a visit.