CHAPTER XII - THE OTHER WOMAN

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'kiss me again and next time I won't just break your nose.'




The night had quickly turned into day, the light of the sun illuminating the bedroom, my body was laying in its stomach, my head pressed against the pillow as my eyes opened with a squint. It was a rather unpleasant feeling, my senses felt like they were going into overdrive. The light was brighter than normal, I could hear the same sound of a thumping heartbeat.

Being alone was something I despised, being left alone with my thoughts was a rather destructive process and after last night, it was something I didn't want at all. It didn't take any convincing, Stiles and his father having quickly agreed for me to stay the night, the man was rather hesitant about us sharing a room however. But we both didn't care, our bodies were overly exhausted, the running had worn out our limbs and we felt asleep almost immediately after our heads hit the pillow.

I went to stand, my body being pulled back down tightly by the grip of the boy, soft snores escaping his lips but he didn't awake. I grabbed his arm, moving it away from my body and walking into his bathroom. It smelt rather strongly of mint, a hint of pine too and it made my head feel rather funny. My clothes began to be stripped from my body, my gaze turning to the mirror to look at my bite, but it was fine. There was no scabbing, no scar, the skin was completely smooth.

I moved closer to the reflective glass, my eyes training intently to my shoulder almost hoping the bite would just appear but it didn't. I went to move back, but a loud scream escaped my lips as I saw a flash of purple. My eyes glowing in the reflection but as I blinked they went away and I was left to think if I had been hallucinating. It was mere seconds after the noise left mouth that the door was barged open, a frantic and rather tired looking Stiles walking in.

"Stiles." I screamed at him, my body bare, exposed for him to see, but he didn't seem to care as he began to question me.

"What's wrong Li? Did something happen? Are you hurt?" He asked, the words coming out rather fast, them seemingly stringing together as he kept eye contact with me, my hands gripping a towel to cover myself.

"Yes Stiles I'm fine it's just the bite healed and I was looking at my eyes." I told him and he then looked at my shoulder that had dried blood but no marks, his hand reached out to touch it but I smacked it away.

"What about your eyes?" He asked, his hand being placed back to his side and a questioning look making its way into his face.

"Nothing I just thought I saw them glow." I told him, the words not seeming that big of a deal as he nodded his head in understanding. On the inside I was freaking out however.

"So it's official, you're a werewolf." He told me and I nodded this time, I was rather over the subject, I know knew how Scott felt when he first turned and I was beginning to feel the fear. The fear I was going to hurt somebody I love.

"Yes Stiles now can we talk about this when I have some clothes on please." I asked him, my hands he's turning down to my body that was now only wrapped in a towel, his face turning a deep crimson as he began to scratch the back of his neck.

"Oh right sorry I'll just be in the kitchen eating some cereal you just do whatever you were doing."

~~~

I had always been afraid of the dark, being sat with nothing but the unknown always haunted my dreams. From a young child I had to sleep with a nightlight, it was one shaped like moon. It was only now that seemed ironic. But what made it funnier was that when I slept with even a flicker of light, my dreams were quick to turn into ones of hope and joy, the fear was only caused by my own mind. I still sleep with a nightlight, my fear having never left and sometimes, it felt like it was consuming me. Today the unknown was something much worse, the misters that used to be part of those nightmares had become reality.

Night had set over the town, the only light being the one of the moon. My day had been spent with Stiles, our heads working together to figure out a solution to cure our best friends sadness. I could sense how depressed he felt, like it was my own emotion and it felt rather overwhelming. My sympathy reached out to him, I was quick to disagree with Allison's decision, what Scott did seemed to be heroic but she seemed to see it as something completely opposite.

The idea of getting intoxicated rather repulsed me now, only weeks ago I would have found it exhilarating. The buzzing feeling you get after the burn of the alcohol used to be something I craved, a way to forget all the pain. But now everything was different, Stiles held a bottle of Jack, even with the cap screwed tight, the scent of the liquid was hitting my nose and it was making me feel lightheaded.

I didn't exactly know how Scotty handled it all, being able to smell everything, hear everything and feel others emotions. I didn't feel strong enough to get through it but still I found myself following the two boys. My head was moving around almost every second, a new noise infiltrating my ears, the hooting of an owl or the rustling of trees, either way, I felt like earplugs were a new necessity.

"Where are we going?" Scott asked as he looked between us both, a questioning look plastered on his face.

"Well, when your best friend gets dumped-" Stiles started to speak, each of us taking steps over the rocky path, leading us further into the preserve.

"I didn't get dumped." Scott told him, he seemed to be in denial, him seemingly believing his own words about the whole situation, the admittance would only bring him more pain. His relationship status seemed to be the last thing he wanted to think about. "We're just taking a break."

"Ok well when your best friend gets told by his girlfriend that they're taking a break, you get your best friend drunk." Explained Stiles as he revealed the bottle of Jack Daniels he had stolen from his father, it having been hidden under his shirt and he set it down gently on the ground.

"I don't exactly see this ending well."

~~~

Time had passed unknowingly, it could have been minutes or hours, but either way the rock I was sat on, was becoming increasingly more uncomfortable. Stiles seemed to be completely wasted, he had lost touch with reality and was mumbling random things. I however was in a state of sober ness, no matter how many sips of the dark liquid I took, my body seemed to stay the same, the drunk feeling never catching up but I couldn't say I was disappointed. The floppy haired boy was the same, his eyes seemingly emotionless voids, he was numb as he stared at the ground.

"You know dude she's just one girl, one girl. There are so many more girls in the sea!" Stiles told us slurring his words in his current state, his arms outstretched into the air, the glass bottle waving around and small droplets of the liquid falling the the ground.

"Fish in the sea." Scott told the intoxicated boy correcting his sentence and the pain was evident in his tone but the the boy on the ground didn't seem to be in any state to talk.

"Fish? Why are you talking about fish I'm talking about girls!" He said to which we both let out a small chuckle, the sound causing a smile to spread on my face.

"I love them. Especially ones with long brown hair, green eyes, 5'10." He continued, my mind flicking through possibilities of who he could he talking about but I couldn't find any fitting the description. It was the opposite of Lydia, she was red headed or strawberry blonde to be more precise and was short, her eyes however were a vibrant green.

"Like Lilac?" Asked Scott staring at the boy, him sitting from his previous position and looking over at the wolf with an overly frantic expression, one you would expect a toddler to show.

"Yes exact like Lilac how did you know?" He asked.

"I think you've had a little bit too much to drink Stiles because you're talking nonsense, if I didn't know any better I would say you're in love with me." I teased the boy, his head flipping in my direction, he had seemingly just realised I was here even though I was the whole time.

"Oh hey Li, you know you're soooo pretty and I think I'm in love with you." He told me still slurring, him trying to stand but falling back and I laughed at the boy. His lips began to pucker, him making kissing motions towards me.

"Ok Stilinski tell me when you're sober." I told him, he watched me like I was a wonder of the world and I felt my stomach churn slightly at the boy thinking I was pretty, even if he was drunk.

"Oh why aren't you two happy, you don't seem happy here take a drink." Stiles said to us, his floppy body reaching over, the bottle in his hand ready to pass it us.

"I don't want anymore." Said Scott and I nodded in agreement with his statement, the liquid tasted rather disgusting, no matter how much I drank, the taste of it lingered on my tongue.

"You're not drunk? Hey maybe it's like how you don't need your inhaler anymore, you can't get drunk as a wolf. Am I drunk?" The mole covered boy asked, the question seemingly aimed at Scott, both of us wanting to go home.

"You're wasted." Scott told the boy who just laughed in response.

"Oh come on, I know it sucks. Well I don't know, but I know this, I know as much as being broken up hurts , I know that being alone is way worse." He told us and I sighed, I had felt that way. Feeling lonely and feeling alone were two different things, you could have all the friends in the world and feel alone, but feeling lonely was another type of pain."That made no sense, I need another drink."

I went to take the bottle from him, him having had enough for the night but before I could it was snatched from his grip, two grown men coming into view only barely. Scott was to his feet almost instantaneously, him standing his ground against the two who reeked of cigarettes and alcohol, their bodies clad in leather.

"Give it back." Scott told them, his voice lower than usual, a scoff escaping one of the mans lips, the other laughing at the young boy but that only seemed to fuel his anger.

"What's that little man?" One man teased, him making his friend laugh and reply. "I think he wants a drink."

I didn't want to get involved with the situation, my anger was also mildly steaming, my shift on the verge of breaking out but I removed myself, walking over to Stiles not wanting to end up with blood on my hands.

"I want the bottle." Scott exclaimed, his voice coming out in a low growl, as if to intimidate the two who just once again laughed. That quickly stopped however, his eyes trying their amber yellow, elongated claws showing on his fingers and silence rose."Give me the bottle of Jack."

The men who were now seemingly scared of the boy nodded, their arms extending to pass him the whiskey filled bottle before quickly hurrying away, their heads not Turing back in fear of the unknown creature. Scott was still feeling his fit of anger, the bottle colliding with the nearest tree, the sound of the glass shattering causing me to flinch slightly. He didn't say a word, waking away back to the car.

"Let's get you home." I told Stiles, my body supporting his weight as I pulled him along and he kept muttering about how much he was in love with me, him out to kiss me before I stopped him, my hand covering his mouth making him groan.

"Just let me kiss you."

~~~

School had always been something teenagers despised, being sat in the same building for six hours a day was mentally exhausting. There wasn't a day that went past that I didn't feel completely tired, my eyes usually shutting down in the middle of class and it became rather frustrating. It occurred to me how the buzzcutted boy must be feeling, how to alcohol must have gone to his head but it seemed I wouldn't know the answer as his seat remained empty.

I had taken my seat almost instantly, my eyes trailing over to Me Harris that was hanging out everybody's papers. I never understood why I got nervous, my mind seemed to be a place that collected information but still I felt those same butterflies in my stomach from nervousness. Neither of the boys had spoken to me this morning, but I think it was mostly because of last night. Stiles was probably sporting a hangover and Scott was probably wallowing in self pity.

But I couldn't bring myself to think about, when I woke up, everything felt different. I had heard the neighbours arguing next door and the smell of pancakes on their stove. The full moon was tonight and I think it was already affecting me. I would be lying if I said I wasn't afraid, afraid I was going to hurt someone but for some reason, I was more scared of hurting Stiles. My eyes were wandering around the classroom, every bodies heartbeats being audible and the clicking of pens. My head whipped to the door however, the scent of one of my own becoming rather potent and in walked Scott, right behind was a rather sickly looking Stiles and a small giggle left my mouth.

Scott didn't even glance at me as he took his seat, him being right beside me and he simply started at the paper that laid on his desk, I could feel his anxiety, just like the rest of the class. The seat from behind me was pulled out next, the sound of the legs scraping against the ground rather loud, I turned to Stiles.

"So, what do you remember from last night?" I asked the boy and his eyes made contact with my own, his face seemed to drop in worry. Worry that he did something embarrassing.

"Nothing. Why? What happened?" He asked frantically, him moving closer to make sure the rest of the people sat around us didn't hear.

"Well Scott went werewolf mode on two guys and you told me how beautiful you think I am and admitted your undying love for me. Oh and you also kept trying to kiss me." I told him and his face immediately turned a deep shade of crimson, his hand moving to scratch the back of his neck.

"Um I - I" he started stuttering, but I was quick to cut him off.

"I know you were drunk Stiles, you obviously didn't mean it." I said to the boy and turned back around as Harris started speaking. I could have sworn I heard him mutter something else, it sounded like 'but I did' but I didn't think anything of it, my ears picking up on the mans voice instead, how his words remained completely monotone talking about the test.

"You may begin." He spoke, the words causing handful of groans around the room. My hand lifted the first page, my eyes scanning the questions that were written there carefully. It was hard to focus, a particularly awful scent, it was acrid and I could only decipher it as anxiety. and I opened my paper reading the questions carefully. The sound of thumping hearts were so loud, I had to discreetly cover my very sensitive ears. I was startled however, Scott jumping from his seat and out of the classroom, me and Stiles quickly copying his actions, ignoring the protests of the teacher.

Stiles pulled out his phone, dialling the werewolf's number and with my new supernatural hearing, I could hear the chime of his ringtone. My feet carrying me towards it, Stiles right behind only to see the black backpack he wore in the ground, outside the door of the locker rooms. It didn't take much detective work to figure out the boy was inside, the two of us walking in, the sound of running water, a shower being heard. I was stopped however, by Stiles as he placed his arm out in front of me.

"What if he's naked?" Stiles asked and cringed slightly at the thought.

"Stiles we've known each other since we were three I've seen you both naked plenty of times and you saw me naked the other day." With that he moved his hand and shrugged.

"Scott. Are you changing?" Asked Stiles slightly louder than his previous tone. We turned the corner to see a shirtless Scotty standing under the running water, it cascading down his skin and I could hear the way his breathing sounded laboured.

"No." He replied wheezing slightly "I can't, I can't breathe."

I was quick to pull the straps of my bag from my back, inside was Scott's spare inhaler and I threw it to him. No second thought needed as he took a puff, his breathing slowly turning back to its normal rhythm.

"Why did you have an inhaler in your bag?" He asked me, a rather confused expression plastered onto his face as he passed it back to me.

"Well I asked your mom to give me your spare so I always had it in case of emergency because you two are not the most reliable people in the world and I didn't really want my best friend to die." I told them, the boy sending me a grateful look and I replied with a small smile. It was clear he was having a hard time.

"I was having an asthma attack?" He asked in disbelief, since changing, his lungs seemed to always have the ability to breathe, hence not needing his inhaler.

"No you were having a panic attack but thinking you were having an asthma attack stopped the panic attack. The irony." Stiles stated shaking his head at the situation.

"How did you know that?" Scott asked the other boy.

"I used to get them after my mom died, not fun huh?" He replied and he shook his head in response. I knew if Stiles panic attacks, I had been there a few times when they happened and I ended up just as panicked as he was, one time I thought he was having a heart attack and phoned 911, let's just say Noah was absolutely freaking out when he saw the ambulance pull up.

"I looked at her and it was like someone hit me in the ribs with a hammer." Scott said referring to his now ex girlfriend, his mind seemed to only be thinking about her.

"Yeah, it's called heartbreak, about two million songs written about it." Said Stiles earning an elbow to the side as his insensitivity on the subject.

"But if you want to listen, I recommend Olivia Rodrigo. She has some good ones, real tear jerkers." I said, trying to lighten up the situation but both boy seemed to ignore me.

"No, it was like I could feel everything in the room, everyone else's emotions. I've never felt that before it was insane. I can't stop thinking about her." He stated, his eyes wandering down to the ground and I placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, but it didn't seem to do much comforting.

"Yeah the same thing for me, I could feel everyone else's anxiety and it smelled disgusting." I added to the subject, my nose wrinkling at the thought.

"It must be the full moon." Said Stiles and we just nodded in agreement. "So we'll lock you up in your room later like we planned with Lilac and then the alpha can't get to either of you." He added looking between the both of us.

"I think you might need to do more than lock me up in my room because if I get out I think I might kill someone." Said Scotty worriedly, you could tell by the way he spoke he was ashamed to say it, his tone being a lot quieter than before. "What about you Li, how do you feel for your first full moon?"

"Well I feel anxious but other than that I feel fine, not like I wanna kill someone."

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