Worlds Apart (Teen Wolf)

7 - Batman

        Pretty sure Lydia is ditching the lacrosse tryouts. Honestly, she doesn't have a reason to go, but I really wanted to see Stiles tryout, so I didn't go back to her house with her. Scott and Stiles disappeared in the boy's locker room to get ready and I found myself leaning up against a set of lockers. I just haven't brought myself to get to the field yet.

        "Can you get off of my locker?" Malia struts up to her locker, arms flooded with books and binders. 

        I glance over my shoulder, curious to know who is in her way. A frown slips on my face when there is no one behind me. Who is Malia talking to?

        "Hey, you." Malia stares right at me, like she is actually looking at me. "Can you move?"

        My mouth falls slack. "Me?" I point to myself, making sure that she is in fact talking to me. 

        Malia gives me a funny look. "Yeah. You're the only one standing there."

        Whoa! Wait a second! Malia can see me?! She didn't see me before. How is this happening?

        "You can see me?" I ask another question, still in disbelief.

        Malia rolls her eyes. "You're not invisible. Now, move. I need to put this stuff away and get to the lacrosse field."

        How can she see me now? I mean, not complaining, but I am curious. Who else can see me? Stiles and Scott didn't. 

        I slide across the lockers, out of Malia's way. "You're Malia, right?"

        Malia nods, spinning the dial on her locker. 

        "I'm Carter." 

        "Cool." Malia shoves all of her things in her locker, but keeps a textbook, and quickly shuts the door before any of it can fall out. Does she realize that she's going to have to deal with all of that later.

        "You're friends with Scott and Stiles, right?" I ask her. Lydia is so going to kill me for this later. Maybe if Malia says something about me, Stiles will start to believe that maybe I'm still here. 

        Malia nods again.

        "Could you tell Stiles that I said good luck?" I smile, innocently.

        "Tell him yourself." Malia pushes away from her locker, headed for the exit that leads to the lacrosse field. 

        I chase after her. "Well, I'll be a little late. Please?"

        Malia gives me another look. "Fine."

        I stop following her. "Thanks!" 

        Malia can actually see me. How can she see me? I didn't even have to scream at her, like I did with Lydia. I wasn't event trying to be seen. I was just standing there, too consumed in my own thoughts. How is it even possible for her to see me? Malia isn't a banshee. I look back up to where Malia was going. She's gone. Crap! I need to get to the field to see this happen. 

        One of my favorite things about being a ghost is being able to zap anywhere in the blink of an eye. I'm sitting up in the corner of the metal bleachers, hidden from view by a group of freshman boys. Now, I actually have to hide, which is very weird for me. Malia can see me now, and if she does see me now, she won't tell Stiles 'good luck' for me. 

        Malia is sitting down by Kira on the first row of the bleachers. The only way she will see me is if she turns around. 

       Coach blows his whistle from the side of the field. The guys trying out for the team run past him from running a lap around the field. I'm not surprised at all when Liam is the first one to pass him. Scott isn't too far behind him, but Stiles seems to be in the very back, last in fact.