Wild Ones - Teen Wolf fan fic

"A"

The teacher walked between desks, dropping graded papers. I cringed as he paused at my table.

"Nice work." He whispered, handing me the paper. At the top of the page was a large, red 'A'. I sighed in relief. Jackson actually did as he said. I looked over my shoulder and gave him a goofy smile and thumbs up. He smiled and shook his head. "I told you, it'd get done. Have some faith." He half whispered, half mouthed. I rolled my eyes and relaxed back in my seat. That paper had had me stressing for over a week. And now it was over. I smiled.

"What has you so smiley?" Stiles asked, plopping down in front of me. He looked from me to Jackson and back again. And his face fell. "Wait. Jackson has you smiling. No. Stop it! Stop smiling!" He lunged at me, attempting to cover my mouth with his hand but lost his balance and slipped off the back of his chair. I reached out to grab his arm, but ended up tipping my desk over on top of him. I slipped out of my seat just in time, covering my mouth in shock.

"I'm sorry! Are you ok?" I asked, pulling my desk off him as quickly as possible. His arm shot up and he gave a thumbs up.

"I'm ok." He jumped up and brushed himself off.

"Thank you, Mr. Stilinski, for that charming display. Now please take a seat so class may begin." The teacher sighed from his desk at the front.

Stiles shrugged. "Since you asked nicely..." He sat and looked over his shoulder to wink at me. I smiled and sat back down, shaking my head in disbelief. Unbelievable.

Class seemed to creep by at a snails pace. Stiles didn't pass me any notes, Jackson was too caught up in his own thoughts to even notice when I stared pointedly at him, and I had left my phone in my locker. I groaned inwardly and settled to staring at the black board behind the teacher.

After a while, the letters on the board started to change, right in front of me. I looked around the room to see if anyone else saw what I saw. Everyone was zoned out, tapping away on cellphones, clicking pens, tapping fingers. I looked back at the board and gasped. The letters spelled out a whole new sentence. 'It was your fault'. Suddenly the whole class, Stiles and Jackson included, turned to stare at me. Their faces were contorted and fuzzy, but the looks of hatred and disdain were crystal clear. I jumped from my seat and backed away until my back hit the wall of the classroom.

"What's going on?" I asked, silently begging Stiles to crack a smile and shout "just kidding!" Everyone stood in unison and started walking toward me. Then they all froze. They stood around me and stared at me in silence.

"I was your fault." I heard someone whisper.

"You did it." Another voice whispered.

"Your fault" "Guilty" "They're dead because of you" "Noone wants you" All the whispers came at once, overlapping and rising in volume. I clasped my hands over my ears and sank to my knees. "Please! Stop it! Stop!" I cried, the voices so loud they reverberated through my skull. I couldn't take it anymore. I let out the piercing scream that had been building in the back of my throat.

I gasped as I snapped awake.

"Thank you for your enthusiasm, Miss McCob. Maybe a detention after school will wake you up." I looked up in shock to see everyone staring at me from their desks and the teacher stood over me, his arms crossed across his chest. I nodded and rubbed my eyes. I glanced at the clock just as the bell rang. Everyone jumped up and hurried from the room. I was no exception.

"Nice job." I spun around to see Jackson smirking at me. I rolled my eyes and blushed.

"I'm surprised he didn't just tip your desk over." I looked at Jackson in surprise to see if he was serious.

"He can't be that mean." Jackson cocked an eyebrow. Suddenly his face went dark and he looked livid. He turned his back on me and stalked away.

"Jackson?" I called, totally confused. I turned around to look for the cause of his sudden mood swing to nearly smack into Scott and Allison.

"Hey." Allison said, beaming from ear to ear. I couldn't help but smile back. I've never seen someone so happy in all my life. "Hey."

"How'd you do on the history paper?" She asked, leaning on Scott, who couldn't stop staring at her.

"Surprisingly well. Jackson actually held up his end and we pulled off an 'A'." It was my turn to beam.

"And she managed to fit a nap in too." Stiles slipped up from behind me, making me jump and clutch my chest. I punched him in the arm, making him wince.

"At least I can get from point A to point B without face planting it, Twinkle Toes." I muttered, smirking.

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"Missy, just so you know, my party is a little upscale, so you'll need to dress as such. You won't be walking into my house looking like you normally do. I'm thinking you should do a dress or skirt. Try to look like a girl." Lydia said, twisting her hair around her fingers, absent mindedly."But even then, I'm not sure if you have the legs for it. So, on second thought, maybe some leggings." I fought back my fierce retort and smiled, my fists clenched under the lunch table.

"Oh, that won't be a problem. I have just the thing." I said, sickly sweet. Scott looked at me with a hard expression.

"I thought you said you couldn't make it." He growled, trying to intimidate me. I kept eye contact, not backing down.

"You assume too much." I said simply, breaking eye contact to grab my things, and left the lunch room.

'Who the hell does he think he is?! If I want to go to Lydia's stupid party, which I don't, I'll go to the stupid party. I know I promised Stiles, but I told Jackson I'd probably go. And I want to make Lydia eat her words.' I thought, smirking. Yes, I was going to that party, come hell or high water.

"Hey Missy." I looked to my right to see Matt had fallen in to step with me. He didn't look too good. He had dark circles under his eyes like he hadn't slept in a while and he was pale. I smiled.

"Hey Matt, what's up?" He shrugged and dug his hands deep into his pockets.

"Nothing much. Jackson tells me your going to Lydia's party tomorrow night? Should be fun, huh?" He smiled.

"I guess." I said, stepping around a freshman who was picking up her spilled pens from the floor.

"I was wondering... Do you know if Allison and Scott are going to the party?" He asked, a slight blush coloring his cheeks.

"I don't think Scott's planning on going, but I think Allison will."

His smile widened. He was starting to give off wierd vibes. I watched him through my peripherals, but he didn't give anything away.

"So are you and Jackson a 'thing' now?" He asked, nudging my arm playfully. I frowned and shook my head.

"No. Just History partners. He seems cool, but I don't think I'd ever want to date him. He's not my type." I adjusted the strap of my bag and stopped walking. Matt was watching my face, a look of disbelief plastered on his.

"He's everybody's type. Even Danny's." He laughed.

I chuckled and shrugged.

"Well I think he'd be barking up the wrong tree on that one."

Matt smiled. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow night."

I nodded and started off to my next class.