Chapter Four:

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Hope woke up to a pain in her neck. She opened her eyes to see Stiles was nowhere to be seen. She looked around and realized she was in her bedroom. Stiles must have brought her up here last night. Hope put on a black and white jumper tucking it into a pair of black jeans matching it with her white Adidas trainers and a black leather jacket.

She put her hair into a messy ponytail and tried to cover the marks on her neck with make-up, but it was useless. She added a gold eye shadow to her eyelids with some mascara and a pale lip gloss to her lips. Hope grabbed a patch from her bathroom cabinet and placed it onto the marks that stood out on her neck.

She knew people would question the patch, but she didn't care. It's better than letting everyone see that the new kid got attacked by some freak and that's the truth. Some freak tried to kill her, but she didn't understand why he went for the neck. What was he trying to do....drink her blood?

A bang occurred from what sounded like the kitchen. Hope quickly rushed down the stairs to see Stiles making a cup of tea. He gave her a small smile and handed her the mug. She'd thought he left last night but clearly he thought of a reason to stay.

"I thought you left" Hope blurted out "I promised I'd stay with you....I'm not letting you out of my sight Hope" he said "Why do you care about me?" she asked him "Can you just accept the fact I care about you?" he laughed "I think I can do that" she said letting out a small chuckle.

The front door slammed shut and her mother stood in the doorway with a not too please look on her face. Her father came in behind her and gave Hope a small smile "What the hell is he doing in my house?" her mother spat "Excuse me since when do you have a problem with him?" Hope asked

"Danika she's responsible enough to know what she's doing" she heard her dad add "but I don't trust him" she told him "I don't care who you trust or don't trust. I trust him and that's enough" Hope yelled "Don't you raise your tone at me" she shouted. What the hell was going on with her.

"I'm fine by the way, thanks for asking" Hope shouted grabbing Stiles hand and preparing to walk away until her father stopped her "I heard there was another attack last night....you were home safe?" he asked her "Yeah....That attack was me but you didn't bother to ask" she spat before dragging Stiles out of the house.

Hope sighed and jumped into Stiles' jeep "What's going on with you two?" he asked her "I don't know but she's been acting odd lately" she answered "You know what's funny. My aunt's been acting odd since your mother and her started to get closer" Stiles tells her "You think maybe that could be the reason?" Hope questions "I don't know but I know when it comes to my aunt anything is possible" he said.

Stiles gave Hope a small hug before he prepared to go into a separate class. She only felt safe when she was Stiles and she didn't want him to leave but she knew he couldn't stay with her forever "Remember you text me if you need me" he added before he walked off down the corridor.

Hope walked into her AP Biology class to see a friendly face. She watched as Scott waved his hand at her pointing to the seat next to him. She took a seat in the chair next to him and watched as the teacher drew different DNA fragments onto the chalkboard.

Mrs. Finch turned to the class and said, "If 99.9% of our DNA Sequence is the same as other humans, what could account for the missing 1%?" Hope searched her textbook for the answer, but Scott answered with "Nucleotides"

"I'm glad to see some of you take notice in my class" Mrs. Finch mentioned "Does that mean there can be more than one species in the same DNA?" Lydia asked, "No but there can be multiple sets of DNA in the same individual which they call Chimera's" Mrs. Finch answered "If you look in front of you, you will see a questionnaire about DNA cells. Fill it out and bring it to me at the end of the lesson" She added before giving her attention to the paperwork on her desk.

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