Hidden: A Teen Wolf Fan Fic

Chapter 2

            It was a long rough night for Hannah, sleeping in her new Porsche, the smell of a rotting body wafting in the air, and the fear that someone would find her sleeping. Luckily though, no one had found her and she was able to dispose of the rotten body in the bottom of the local lake. Shortly after her deposit though she took a deep breath and grimaced at the rancid odor. She pinched the scoop of her tank top and pulled it up to her nose, taking a good whiff. Instantly afterwards she released the tank top and began to walk back into the woods. She had parked her new and freshly scented Porsche behind a couple of pine trees, just in case some hiker suddenly got the urge to go hiking in the woods at 3 o’clock in the morning. Her mind began to shift through her many worries again. She needed new clothes pronto; there was also the lurking care that her brother appears out of nowhere sometimes and of course avoiding anybody in town that would possibly remember her… loveable face. Reaching out and yanking open the door handle, she glided her body into the driver’s seat and ignited the Porsche engine, giving it a wonderful sounding purr.

          Arriving in town she parked her car along the street next to some other sports car trying to blend in. As she was getting out of the car, her head snapped to the sound of twigs snapping in half. Eyes placed on the twigs, which were underneath a cute and cuddly squirrel, she placed her hand on her heart feeling the heart beat lower. Walking beneath the dim street lights as the sun slowly began to rise; she kept her gaze loose trying to cover all of her surroundings. As she neared the boutique her pace began to quicken. Her mind distantly wondered back to her brother. Oh how she missed him. How he used to protect her from the older boys who would take advantage of her figure. Her expression though suddenly faltered as the more recent memories blurred the happier ones. How in that tragic fire he, for some reason, was the only person besides her to make it out alive. She didn’t even see him leave the burning home while she was trying desperately to save what was left of her dear family. Shaking her head she reached the front door of the boutique and grasped the handle of the door. Click. This was typical for Beacon Hills. People often left doors to houses, shops, and cars unlocked due to the average teenage mind here wasn’t very intelligent. A light snicker escaped her lips as she headed inside the boutique’s door.

          Her expression glowed with a magnified smile as her eyes maneuvered the shops endless supply of fashionable clothes. She rushed over to the rack of clothes containing dresses from Pierre Balmain. She was trying hard not to sling off dresses from the rack as she searched and searched for clothes, finally her eyes caught on a Pierre Balmain ruched panel dress in black. Shortly after she rushed over to the shoes rack, the sound of the clock’s ticking feeling like a bomb about to explode, and grabbed a pair of Steve Madden viper bootie’s in black. Shooting around insanely fast through the store she managed to also grab a pair of Forever 21 lace leggings in a dark burgundy red and a Betsey Johnson cutout trim jacket in black. Snapping her focus back into reality she realized, she also needed to change in the boutique as well.

Taking long strides towards the dressing room, slinging the curtain open with a flick of her wrist. In less than 30 seconds flat she was out of her grimy smelly clothes. She slipped the dress over her head, readjusting it to fit right on her body. A faint smile was laced upon her lips as her admiration for the dress grew once she saw how it perfectly fit her figure. Slipping on the leggings, then shoving her petite feet into the boots, she slung open the curtain once more and slid her arms into the sockets of the jacket. Taking one shorter glimpse around the boutique she began to take her strides towards the door. Her mind drifted back again t her worries, but immediately through this issue out of the category. This boutique did not contain any security cameras, there was no alarm system, and there was an abundance of clothes that the owner wouldn’t even notice. As she reached the door she peered through the glass reassuring herself that nobody would catch her leaving the store from outside. She gripped the doorknob, giving it a good twist, and walked out of the boutique never giving it a second glimpse again.

          She camped out in her Porsche for the few remaining hours before her new school would begin. There honestly was nothing of interest to do in her car. The boy must have been some neat freak because his old Porsche was spotless; nothing was lying around in the car. Even though curiosity killed the cat, Hannah rummaged around in his glove compartment, CD player and underneath his seats. Her frustration began to grow as she continued to discover a whooping grand total of nothing. Frustration finally getting to her she wrenched open the doors handle, opening the driver’s door, and stepped out into the rays of the rising sun. She squinted into the distance beyond the car and saw students filing into the school one by one. Seeing the students slammed her terrible memories of school into her head. How the kids at school would call her insulting names, throw wads of paper at the back of her head as she walked down the hallways, and even yank her hair during class. Kids were so cruel to her entire life, but she had her own share of cruelness. Repeatedly receiving all the cruelness, it just began to build up inside of her and one day she just completely went insane and lost it. To that day she’s had a bit of instability. Slamming shut the Porsche front door she walked to the trunk of the car and popped it open. Reaching in, she grabbed a wallet and a messenger bag that she scavenged off of the boy’s dead body. As she took another look at the messenger bag, she gave it a quick toss and threw it down next to the car. She slid the wallet, fully stocked with money, into her jacket pocket and closed the trunk of the car. She gazed around to all the students walking to their first day of school, an aura of joy surrounding. Trying to stifle her laugh at their happiness because as soon as their first class began they would have all the pain and suffering off high school filter into their sad, pathetic lives. Snapping back into focus, she began to walk towards the school.

          Walking through the parking lot was surprisingly a tad bit awkward for her. She was attracting a lot of attention from the opposite sex. Receiving head nods, whistles, and of course the body checks like their eyes were a pair of elevators. Ignoring the barbaric gestures she continued on through the parking lot towards the school. Her eyes began to wander around catching some glimpses of familiar faces, but they wouldn’t be able to recognize her. The last time she had talked to any of these people were probably more than 3 or 4 years ago. She had to stifle a laugh though because these years have not been kind to most of them. As she was mindlessly thinking of her childhood with these people she hadn’t been watching where she was going and ran straight into someone, knocking her down on her bottom.

“Oh my god, are you ok?”  The figure turned around, showing a very charming young man with onyx black hair. He was carrying around a Lacrosse stick in his left hand, remembering Hannah that this school’s “good” sport was Lacrosse. Returning focus she remembered she had just fallen onto the ground. She looked up and locked eyes with the boy.

“I’m fine, I should have been paying more attention-”

That smell, that lingering scent. She could recognize it a mile away with her eyes closed and her nose covered. Her face quickly darkened as she stared at the boy and furiously pushed herself off the ground, so quickly it startled the boy.

“Umm, I should probably be going. It was nice to meet you though…” As he tried to pivot on his foot she reached out and gasped his upper bicep, squeezing with pressure. Her werewolf nails coming out and digging into his skin.

“What is your name. Tell me your name.” Realizing her tone and loosening her grip she cursed under her breath. What a great way to make new friends! She slowly put her hand back to her side and stumbled a few words out in embarrassment.

“My name’s Hannah and… I’m sorry about what happened just a second ago. It’s my first day her so I’m a bit tense and nervous.” He tried to laugh it off nervously and smiled sweetly down at her.

“The names Scott McCall.”