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xi. SAFETY FIRST

CHAPTER ELEVEN
SAFETY FIRST

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Running. It was exactly what Violet needed after the long day she'd had. Nothing like a good run to calm her nerves. It was when she passed by the famous club, "Jungle", that she saw the unforgettable pale blue Jeep that her best friend drove, in the parking lot. Not a short walk away from the Jeep, Violet saw her brother and Stiles at the back door, quite obviously trying to get in.

At this point, Violet had stopped running and made a B-line to the club, despite her appearance. The back door slammed shut behind the duo, and Violet had come rushing in behind them. Maybe they had been hiding something from Violet this whole time. But then it occurred to her that she'd walked in on Scott and Allison way too many times for that thought to be true. And plus, Stiles couldn't be gay. Not with his constant need to find a girlfriend and his confession of love to Violet.

Humidity hung in the air, and a stench of sweat was the aroma surrounding the area. So this is what a club is like, thought Violet. Music with the bass so loud that she could feel it in her sternum, and disco balls complete with laser beams to light the place up. The most important fact, however, was that every single person in the club, not including Violet, of course, was a guy.

The younger McCall stood there in sheer awe. She was probably the only female in the entire building. A thought that was unsettling to wrap around her mind. She looked around for her friends and ultimately found them hanging out at the bar, both with drinks in hand, most likely non-alcoholic due to the fact that Scott and Stiles were obviously minors—a topic she and Stiles often debated.

Violet walked around a bit more until someone stopped her, it was Danny. He was saying something to her, but she couldn't hear over the loud EDM music that blasted throughout the club. "What?!" She yelled back.

"You can't be here! Someone's gonna catch you!" Danny repeated, louder.

"I'm just hoping Scott and Stiles don't find me!" Violet said, looking around for the two boys. But instead of finding the coast clear, Violet saw both of them approaching her at the same time, calling out her name as the entire club fogged up, only making Scott and Stiles call her name out even louder and more frantically.

The only thing she felt before hitting the ground was something slice the back her her neck and she could only see the ceiling after that.

Stiles yelled her name out so loudly, his voice cracked in panic when Violet hit the ground.

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"Violet!" Stiles exclaimed as screams began to spread throughout the club. "Tell me you're okay, please tell me you're okay!"

"Stiles, I'm paralyzed from the neck down, do I look okay?!" Violet yelled back.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, uhh." Stiles trailed off, not knowing what to do next. "I think someone's calling an ambulance."