Violet

She's Somethin

I don't speak to Stiles when I get into his jeep, other than to answer his questions about my first day. I keep my responses short and stare out the window. The gears in my head are turning, trying to work through what I just heard.

Scent
Werewolf
Alpha
Monster

The last word plays in my mothers voice. I close my eyes tight.

Was my mom not crazy, are there really monsters? And am I one of them?

When we pull up to the house I open my door before the jeep even fully stops, stomping to the front door.

"Vi!" Stiles calls after me, shutting off the jeep.

He sprints to beat me to the door, stepping in front of me.

"Hey." His eyes are almost sad, searching my face. "What's going on?"

"You tell me." I stare at him, his expression is one of confusion. "Why were you and Scott discussing my scent? And Werewolves?" I watch as his face turns to one of guilt as he realizes I heard them.

***

"So that kind of stuff is real?" I sit on Stiles' desk as he sits in the chair, explaining to me the world of the supernatural.

"Yes." He leans back in the desk chair, waiting for my reaction.

"Okay. But where do I fit into it?" He seems surprised by my lack of shock at what he just told me but recovers quickly.

I've always been pretty open minded, I mean I'm a little taken off gaurd, but its not unbelievable.

Our existence is full of mystery.

"Uh, we don't know." He sits up, arms resting on his knees, hands clasped. "Lydia's banshee premonitions or gut feelings are usually accurate and attached to death. So that's not exactly comforting." Stiles looks at the floor.

"So my mom was right? I'm some kind of monster that's going to cause someone's death?" I sniffle but refuse to cry, looking upward and blinking the tears away.

Stiles looks up at me and places a hand on my thigh. I stand up and walk away from him. I can't let him comfort me or the tears will spill over.

"Why do you always do that?" Stiles stands, walking up behind me.

He takes my hand and gently tugs on it so I'll face him. I do, but don't look into his eyes.

"Because." I look past him, over his shoulder. "If I open that flood gate, I'm afraid I'll drown."

I turn away and leave his room, walking across the hall to mine. I close the door behind me and begin to pace. I stop in front of the dresser, staring into its mirror.

What am I?

For a split second I swear I see a flint of purple in my eyes. I lean in closer but don't see anything other than my usual mint color. It must have been the way the light reflected off of my hair...

I sigh and strip off my school clothes, tugging on black athletic shorts and a baggy tie dye crop top. I sit on my bed and pull on my knee length black knit socks. I hear the sheriff come home and a thought occurs to me.

I get up and grab my phone to text Stiles.

Does your dad know?

He responds almost immediately, as if he was waiting for me to message him.

About the supernatural- Yes. About you- No.

My phone vibrates with a call from Stiles.