•~BOOK ONE•~
Mackinzy McCall is a few months younger than her brother Scott McCall. Agent Rafe McCall was a very heavy drinker. One night at a club he had hooked up with a women and gotten her pregnant. His four month pregnant wife, Melissa wasn't v...
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Chapter Four
Stiles POV
That next morning, I did sneak over to Mac's house, so she could recover my cut. Her blue eyes were filled with so much life. I couldn't get her out of my head. It's like her eyes were looking into my soul.
"Stiles. We're here." Dad said, breaking my train of thoughts. I looked out the car window to see his the school. I thanked him and hopped out of the car. I seen Scott getting off of his dirt bike, and walked up to him.
"Hey buddy." I said patting him on the shoulder. We walked toward the school. He looked at me with this look. I gave him a confusing one and he started telling me what happened with Deaton and Derek last night. I told him what happened with Erica. We talked about our theories about the mysterious creature on the way to class.
Throughout class I was distracted. My head was other places. The mysterious creature that was killing people was on my mind. As was my jeep. My baby was gonna need repairments. Mac was on my mind right now the most though. Who was she? How was she related to Scott?
"Stiles!" Scott yelled at me, pulling me from my thoughts. I looked at him, totally out of it. I'm so distracted today, "I've been trying to get your attention."
"I'm sorry, I've been distracted." I said to him. My main distraction walked past me in the hallway. I followed her with my eyes. She turned to see me looking and winked playfully. A smile spread on my face. Scott followed my eyes, and seen her. His eyes filled with anger.
"How are you related to Mac?" I asked him. His eyes flashed yellow for a second.
"Mac? Since when is she Mac to you?" He asked, his voice a little dark. It kinda scared me.
"Woah, calm down. I'm just asking you about her? What did she ever do to you?" I asked him with my hands up.
"Don't mention her to me again." Scott growled lowly, pushing me into the locker and walking off. I rubbed my shoulder glanced between the two McCalls. Mac was walking over to me, her glare was on Scott's back.
"Are you okay?" She asked me.Her beautiful eyes were full of concern.
"Yeah, I just have an asshole for a best friend." I said moving my shoulder around.
"You asked him how we were related, didn't you?" She asked. I nodded at her. A huge sigh left her. "He's technically my brother."
"Say what, now?" I asked. Did I hear her correctly? They are brother and sister? Scott has a sister and didn't tell me!
"Yes." She said, making me realized I was talking out loud. I was surprised and shaken. "So yeah, I'll see you later Stiles." She walked away. I shook my head and started walking toward the front door. What the actual hell?
My mind was spinning as I got in the back of the taxi I called to take me to the mechanic. Just as I got there I noticed the mechanic doing something under my Jeep.
"Hey! Hey? What do you think you are doing? All I needed was a starter." I told the fairly young mechanic who had his greasy fingers up my beautiful Jeep's ass. He looked at me and back at the Jeep.
"It looks like your whole exhaust system has got to be replaced." He said. I stared at him in shock. This bastard!
"Why do I get the feeling you are slightly over estimating the damage?" I mumbled, but he payed me no mind and continued to work on my vehicle.
"Probably will run you around 1200 parts and labor." He said. I could hear the smugness in his throat. I made me want to take his monkey wrench and hit him in the back of the head.
"Are you kidding? This thing doesn't even have a catalytic converter!" I said, "And yes I know what a catalytic converter is."
"Do you know what a limited subdifferential is?" The mechanic asks, stopping what he was doing. He got me there.
"No." I grumbled. This asshole.
"Yeah. It's gonna be more like 1500." He said and started drilling again.
"Okay. Just finish." I sighed, defeated. I will be back here! Seething with bits of rage!" I said walking off. I can't believe I just got dubbed by this stupid freaking mechanic! I went to grab the door handle and touched some type of clear, gooey liquid. Great, just great. My day can't get any better! Note my sarcasm. "Nice. That's real sanitary. Quality establishment you are running here!"
I wipe off my hand and walk into the waiting room. I go to look at the pictures on the wall. I come across one of a BHHS lacrosse player. Which just happens to be my ever so loving mechanic. "Figures." I mumble to myself. He acts like a cocky S.O.B. He's like an older version of Jackson, but just less rich. I take out my phone to send a message but my hands start becoming numb. I can't move them and internally start freaking out.
"What the." I start to say, but my phone drops out my hand and they start shaking. I look up to see the scaly hands of a creature. No, this is not happening. I try dialing 911, as the mechanic drops and the car lowers onto him. I close my eyes this isn't happening. No, this isn't happening. The creature is all of a sudden in front of me, but then he's gone again. This isn't happening.
