The secret

Meeting

Hannah's P.O.V

I am so pissed right now. My twin brother Charlie and my mate Sam just wander off into the woods to have a chat. They are talking about my roommates to, I should be there. What does it even matter, the girls our age maybe I'll make a new friend. I haven't heard about them being were though so I should probably stay away.

"Sam, Charlie where are you? Seriously when I find you I'm gonna rip your throats out. You can't just have these secret meetings without me." I yelled. I never yell, well that's a lie. Just when I'm pissed. Sam is the future alpha of our pack, the California pack, we are at a school just for weres. Charlie is the future beta of the pack and good friends with Sam. Me and Sam found out we were mates a couple of weeks ago when I turned sixteen. We have always been friends though.

I found them, surprisingly they weren't hiding. "I just worry about another male being around you" Sam says. Seriously did he just say that, the kids eleven and has his sister in the room, reiterate eleven. That's like illegal and pedo. Urghhh alphas. I'm quick to tell him my opinion on the kid and he drops it, for now. I just want to meet them already. I don't know why but I have seriously been feeling the excitement from my wolf all day.

ONE WEEK LATER

"Seriously Charlie, it's like she's avoiding us". It's been a week and no one has met the new girl, let alone seen her, it's like she's a ghost or not even here. "Yeah Hannah, I know. Maybe because she's not were we can't you know sniff her out." We have met the brother, his name is Harry.  He seems weirdly familiar but I'm not dwelling on it. Says his sisters name is Skyla. He doesn't seem worried about her, he must know where she is.

"Charlie, just go to class okay, I'm sick and Sam will check on me later. You don't need to worry about me." "Okay I'm going, bye."  You know I have been noticing how some people seem a little more pissed at me then usual, Chris, the Gamma said something about a surfboard, anyway, like I care. Today is a day of 'sickness' and productivity, I have a cold but since I haven't shifted yet, they all think I'm weak so I get the day off school. First things first teen wolf and maths homework, cause who wants to do one thing at a time.

skylar's   P. O. V.

I've been in this place for a week, a week of sneaking around and skipping classes. The teachers haven't met me yet though so I think I'm okay. I see my brother every day but other than that I just dick around. I go surfing every day, waves are pretty good. Sometimes I even get food at the cafeteria when other students are around, no one is none the wiser. What was I talking about, right yeah um the first day of my schemes, Monday some douche stole my wave so when he put his board away in the shed I waited a while and then put soap on it, very funny the next day. He was pretty pissed.

This school, would you believe it has a weed dealer, illegal of course. Anyway I threatened the dude, so I got free weed, Tuesday I climbed up onto the roof, it had tarps and shit up there, and a paintball gun, got in an alcove and got high. I slept up there that night, but before that I may have shot a few dudes with the gun, I'm not saying I did conclusively  I honestly can't remember but I'm pretty sure I did.

Wednesday I went to gym, you know as usual and I was working out, had my sports crop top on, skins, and a jacket. I was you know beating up the punching bag kicking, flipping, and some dude came in and mentioned the scar on my stomach, questioning me so to cut a long story short I got in a fight with him and beat him up. He was to put it lightly embarrassed, heavy super embarrassed and pissed. That night I found a roof alcove and slept there, got a little drunk as well, wow I really do have self destructive tendencies.

On Thursday I set a trap, I found out where the sport class does their warm up run through the the woods. I put in a trip wire that rigged a bunch of party poppers to explode and for silly strings to go everywhere, and a bunch of water balloons with vinegar and water to go everywhere. Also maybe some sugar, and feathers. I admit a little elaborate. Anyway I sat in a tree and waited for a class to go past. I filmed it, so good anyway it was the class with, Charlie, Hannah and Sam. It was weird when it happened they all freaked and got in defensive poses.

Friday the piece de resistance, my finest achievement yet, Friday otherwise know as Valentine's Day. I got up early for this one, real early, no one in this school locks their locker. Anyway I figured since werewolf thing I found a shit ton of shitty perfumes and deodorants and first things first, I sprayed them everywhere. Then I printed off a tone of pictures of Kirsten Stewart with differing moods, or one mood, depends how you look at it and stuck then everywhere, then I swapped some peoples lockers around, a few books here and there to make it difficult with no discernible pattern. Then I watched and I waited, it was marvellous, a true testament to my creativity. Some people cried, others screamed.

On the sixth and seventh day I rested, with most of the school watching sports I had the whole dorm area to myself, I drank beer upstairs, watched a lot of Netflix and I did some school work, yes I'm a nerd I stole someone's homework and I did it. It pains even me saying it. Teen wolf and maths work go so well together, because who wants to do just one.

Monday today, i went for my normal morning run 6km around the school, then some time at the gym with the punching bag and a few hours at the surf when I'm alone. Now I think I'm going to go back to my room and relax, for today I am doing nothing and my life will stay like this because, I do not want or need to go to class, and I do not wish to meet my roommates, no matter how curious I am.

Hannah's P. O. V

Thinking back, this week has been weird, real weird. Chris was annoyed at me on Tuesday because apparently I soaped his board. I told him I didn't, I haven't surfed since it was warm, I'm too angry cause I haven't shifted. Sam stepped in before it became a full on argument, he reckons Chris has a crush on me, I think that Chris just wants to find his mate. On Tuesday Travis or Trav the weed dealing idiot seemed like we were friends and asked me when I was planning to use the shit he gave me. It was weird cause he knows I've only touched the stuff a few times and I can never remember what I do afterwards. Last time I shot people with a paintball gun, God knows where I got that from. Anyway on Wednesday people had paintball bruises and where glaring at me, I told them it wasn't me but they wouldn't lay off. And then in third class Steve, a warrior came into class with a busted up lip and a black eye and blamed me. What? I haven't fought him since the week before that and I never go for the face, too mainstream I fight dirtier than that. Anyway I was in class.

The weirdness didn't end there, lots of people just see, to be annoyed at me and I don't know why. Thursday was weird but not the weirdest, we were on our normal warm up run and all of a sudden the whole class is covered head to toe in sill string, party popper innards, water, vinegar, sugar and feathers. Weirdest combination but again reminiscent of one of my pranks gone by, some. Thought it was me, but I don't want to be covered in that shit. Took a lot of cleaning up to get rid of that shit, I hate vinegar. Chris is acting weird, content, happy even like he found someone. Anyway Friday, was fucked, let's call it fucked up Friday, we go to the cafeteria, have breakfast all is well with the world, then we go the locker hallway and the place is covered with photos of Kristen Stewart, the whole hallway. Scary to say the least, then I find that some but not all of my books have been moved to different random lockers, it was a mess, books everywhere random, no pattern to the madness. Genius.

Today I am taking a break from the crazy and chilling. Just as I'm about to go to the next episode a girl walks in, who looks just like me. "What the actual shit" I say. Her eyes go the size as saucers and she runs, but I'm closer to the door so I catch her. "Who are you?" She isn't talking, why isn't she talking.