Wicked Game

Chapter 1

I sat at the back of class, scribbling my history notes down and trying to pay attention to the teacher at the same time. My focus only winds up on the board now, copying down the notes as quickly as I could. It only takes one glance to realize that the class had been staring at me. Oh great.

I lift my head to find Mr. Westover staring at me too, waiting expectantly.

I lick my lips, "Can you repeat the question?"

I recognized the cruel disappointed look on his face. It was no surprise at all when he stated, "Maybe detention will teach you to listen, Hera."

I keep my mouth shut. When he's finished embarrassing me, he moves on to ask the question to someone else. Great. Detention is just what I needed.

Knowing that I had that to look forward to, the day went by even slower. I stared at the clock most classes, counting every minute. And of course, lunch had to go by fast, but luckily I caught up with my sister before I wouldn't see her again.

"Hey!" I call out to Gemma before she heads into the cafeteria.

My little sister glances at her friends and tells them she'll meet them in there.

"I have to go to detention after school, so you'll have to find a ride home, or call Louie," I tell her. Our older brother would come get any of us if we needed him to.

"Detention for what? I'm sure I can get the two knuckleheads to slow down on their skateboards so I can walk with them," she says, waving it off as no big deal.

"History teacher's an asshole. Will you tell Louie I'm going to be late?"

"Sure thing. See you at home," my short sister waved goodbye and disappears into the cafeteria. She was definitely the social butterfly of the family.

I sat down in front of my locker and munch on an apple as I flip through my chemistry book to find the chapter my class was on. I at least try to fit my studying and homework in whenever I can. It's either that or talk to people.

I nearly jump out of my skin as two flashes zoom past me, followed by Coach Finstock's yelling. I look up to see my two nutty twin brothers on their skateboards trying to escape the coach's wrath. He passes me as if I were invisible, shouting after my brothers about detention and they better not blah blah blah.

I shake my head. My brothers could be real pains sometimes. That was my family though. Louie, the responsible one that always looks after us, me, the reserved one, Fallon and Duke, the buttheads, and Gemma, the sweet and outgoing baby of the family.

The bell rung sooner than I knew it, and the halls began flooding with other students. I stand and sling my backpack over my shoulder. Time to get the rest of my day over with.

Each class was the same, I sat at the back, minded my business, and got my work done. I wound up finishing all of my homework in study hall, so by the time detention rolled around, I had nothing to do except read my book. Dracula by Bram Stoker had caught my interest recently, and it's a classic piece of literature, so I went for it.

Detention with Mr. Westover drove me nuts. If you make the slightest noise or slack off just a little bit, he adds another day of detention. At least that's how it's been for me. Today there were two other people in detention. I recognize them as Stiles Stilinski and Scott McCall. They were just more people I didn't talk to.

I focus on my book, but it seemed that whenever Mr. Westover left the room, they spoke in quick whispers, and suddenly stopped whenever he entered the room again. I glance up at them, of course they don't notice though. I catch bits and pieces of their secret conversation. Something about a guy named Peter being up to something. I shrug it off and bring my attention back to my book.

"Hera," Mr. Westover calls me out, and the two boys look at me. I look up at the sad excuse of a history teacher.

"I said bring homework," he tells me, eyeing the book in my hand.

"I don't have any," I answer flatly.

"Tests to study for?"

"Already took all the tests I had to study for," I state and draw my eyes back to my book. I could feel his glare on me, but thankfully he left me alone after that.

I was out the door as soon as detention ended, passing the other two boys a long ways.

By this time the darkness had fallen outside. I quickly get to my car, eager to just be home already. I toss my back pack into the passenger seat as Scott and Stiles finally exited the building. Stiles hopped in the driver's seat of a blue jeep and Scott got in the other side. I pulled my car out of there before they had the chance to do the same.

The lights of the town reflected from the rain puddles in the streets, illuminating a warm glow. Once I passed through though, the road to my neighborhood seemed to grow darker the further I went down.

The car had had enough time to warm up. I reach down to turn the heat up until it was blazing from the vents. I grip the steering wheel and glance back at the road. I only managed to get a glimpse of a pair of bright red eyes before my car took a sudden halt and heave off the side of the road. It happened all so quick and by the time it ended, the trunk of a tree had rammed in the front end of the car.

I breathe deeply and quickly, the shock hitting me from the unexpected disaster. My right leg was stuck, I discover after trying to move in my seat. A searing pain shot up my leg, letting me know it was more than stuck. I wince, biting my bottom lip hard. I turn my head to see if I could see the road from here, or if someone would be able to see me, but it's no use. I'm too downhill at this point.

My eyelids begin falling heavy, but I try to hold them open. I search the place for my phone, and my vision begins blurring in and out. My hands crossed the cold phone on the floor, and I huff successfully. My vision blurs longer, and I squint at the phone, just hoping for one second to see what I'm doing. I reach my hand up to my forehead, a dampness making my curious. When I brought my fingers back down, the tips were red.

My eyelids grew heavier, and right as I hit call on Louie's contact, I got the feeling I wasn't alone. I turn my head to look out the window. The same pair of red eyes were coming towards me, blurring, and then it all went black.