Chapter Five:
The fire fighters and police swarm around the property. A nurse of some sort dabs a wet washcloth against my clammy forehead. I push her away gently.
"I'm good thanks." I smile sweetly. She clicks her tongue and struts away. My eyes search the bustling crowd for Stiles. I find him having a heated discussion with one of the police officers. A golden sheriff's badge shimmer on his shirt pocket. So excuse me, he was having a heated discussion with the sheriff.
"Dad, I swear I didn't do it. Scott is on his way now and we're gonna get to the bottom of this." Dad? "See Nani, tell him that it wasn't me this time."
"This time?" I snort. Stiles guffaws loudly and motions for me to get on with it. "Oh yeah sir, it wasn't him, I swear." I shake my head. The sheriff raises an eyebrow and walks away, his boots tapping on the concrete.
"That's your dad?" I ask.
"Yeah." He smiles with a glimmer of pride in his green eyes. (A/N: are his eyes green? I think they are) After a long period of silence, I blurt,
"What is a Scott?" Stiles chuckles.
"He's a friend of mine. He's a-" He hesitated, shooting me a glance. "You'll see." Suddenly, I feel a soft breath on my neck. I stiffen, my fists clenching. It all happens in slow motion. Stiles' mouth moves to form a loud 'no!' As I swing my fist into the space behind me. It connects with a face. The black haired boy tumbles to the ground, holding his nose, wincing. I cup my hands over my mouth.
"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!" He holds his nose towards the sky, trying to slow the trickle of blood.
"Stiles, a little help here." The boy grunts. Stiles makes a soft hissing sound and helps the boy up. The boy breathes in deeply, wiping his nose on his sleeve. The bloody nose had stopped, leaving just a soft red stain on his upper lip.
"That is a Scott." Stiles says quietly. I smile meekly, holding out my hand. The boy gives his non bloodied hand to me and I shake it. His nose is crooked, the bone seems curved.
"We have to get you to the hospital your nose is broken!" I gasp, trying to hoist him up and drag him along. He dug his heels into the gravel and resisted.
"No I'm okay, seriously." He laughs. I look up and his nose is beginning to snap into perfect shape. I feel my jaw swing open as I stare at Scott.
"What? How?" I stammer.
"This is Scott. He's a.. He's a werewolf."
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Like An Old Friend
FanfictionNani is confused. She's been running for as long she can remember but now the time has come to face her fears. Her fears are burned on the inside of her eyelids. With her new friends by her side, she must face them.
