Series Rewrite (A Teen Wolf Fanfiction) Continued

Superposition Pt 2

I walked into school alone again this morning since Scott had to go to school early for some reason. The feeling from a month ago was back as I glanced at all the faces smiling like nothing in the world was wrong while I felt like there was something missing. I couldn't explain the feeling, so I tried to ignore it.

With a sigh, I planted a pleasant look on my face and went to my locker, number 1075. My books were cradled in my left arm as I started turning the lock. I wasn't sure of the numbers I was putting into the lock, but for some reason it wasn't something I thought about.

Scott walked up behind me, wrapping one arm around my waist as he reached for the lock in my hand. "Babe, what are you doing? That's not your locker." He flipped the lock up curiously before entwining his fingers with mine to pull my hand away. "Actually, that's nobody's locker."

I frowned at the locker, realizing that he was right, but it didn't explain why there was a lock on it. I turned around in Scott's arms to see his asymmetrical smile gazing at me. His lips kissed mine softly, one hand tucking my hair behind my ear.

As he pulled me away, I glanced back at the locker, thinking that there was something odd about it. He split off to go to lacrosse practice while I went to math class. I was extremely bored and entertained myself with watching Malia highlight line by line in her math textbook yellow. I thought about telling her that if she highlighted everything, she would have a hard time trying to study with it, but I forgot about it when she stopped suddenly.

There was a word on the page that she was staring at. 'Style'. She stared at it before highlighting it in red then continuing with the yellow marker. My eyes slid over to stare at the top of my desk, which had nothing on it, as the word repeated in my mind. Why that word? What was it about it that sounded so familiar?

I snapped out of my thought when Lydia walked in, smiling widely at me. I smiled back, and the teacher began to talk as the bell rang. She went on about the impressive test grades while I looked at the empty desk next to me. I could've sworn someone sat there.

The teacher was passing out tests, so I tapped Lydia's shoulder. "Hey, was this desk always empty?"

Lydia glanced at the desk behind her, then shrugged. "Yeah, I think so."

Malia's claws scrapped the underside of the desk as she saw the D- she'd gotten on her test and she turned around, growing like she was about to attack the teacher. I grabbed her wrist as Lydia got the teacher's attention to keep her out of Malia's way.

Malia turned her growl to me, so I said, "Malia, calm down. I'll help you study. Put away the claws." She stared at me fore a second before nodding and releasing her desk, her fingers now clawless. Lydia and I sighed with relief, and Malia smiled thankfully at me.

Halfway through class, Lydia flinched, covering her ears. I watched her, trying to figure out what was going on. I didn't hear anything, so I thought it must've been her Banshee senses going off. She whizzed around in her seat like she was searching for something, then she just stilled, resting her head in her hand as she tried to calm her heartrate.

"Lyds," I whispered. "Are you alright?" Her mouth opened, but she didn't say any words. "What did you see?"

"I don't know," she replied.

"Remember..." a voice whispered. I glanced around the room to find out who said it, but everyone was engrossed in doing something. The same word echoed through my ears except on the other side of me. I stared at the empty desk, two seconds away from believing that it was actually talking to me.

I was on the brink of thinking that I was crazy when I saw a flash of a plaid flannel pass the doorway. I wanted to convince myself that it was no one. Lots of people wore plaid, and I didn't need to be getting so worked up about it.