Nyx Grey. She's been best friends with Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski since they were kids. The three musketeers or as Nyx's mom used to call them the trio of terror. Her mother passed away the summer before her eight grade year.
Fast forward two...
"Can we stop hitting my Jeep?" Stiles groaned throwing his hands up.
Scott shoved Jackson back making Stiles get in between them. "Yo, all right! Yo, guys, stop. All right!"
"When they come after you, I won't be able to protect you. I can't protect anyone." Scott said before looking over at Stiles and I.
"I got it covered." I replied boredly looking at my nails.
"Why are you looking at us?" Stiles asked.
"You know, now you have to do it. Get me what I want, and I will be fine protecting myself." Jackson tried to reason.
"Shut him up before I hit him." I snapped over the two of them.
"No, you won't! Just trust me-- all it does is make things worse." Scott said ignoring me.
"Oh, yeah, really? You can hear anything you want and run faster than humanly possible. Sounds like a real hardship, McCall." Jackson sarcastically told him.
Scott snapped back frustrated. "Yeah, I can run really fast now, except half the time, I'm running away from people trying to kill me! And I can hear things, like-like my girlfriend telling people she doesn't trust me anymore, right before breaking up with me. I'm not lying to you! It ruins your life."
"It ruined your life. You had all the power in the world, and you didn't know what to do with it. You know what it's actually like? It's like you turned sixteen, and someone bought you a Porsche when they should have started you out with a nice little Honda." Jackson smugly told him before leaning in a bit closer. "Me? I drive a Porsche."
"Oh that's it. I'm done." I said walking up to him and punching him in the mouth hard enough he hit the ground.
"Now no one's going to hear about this and I mean no one. Not even your dad because if you do, I'll be coming to do worse than hit you." I snarled.
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"Do you understand?" I asked as he looked at me afraid.
"What are you?" He asked.
"Your worst fucking nightmare. Now yes or no, are you going to keep your fucking mouth shut?"
"Y-yes." He sputtered getting up and hurrying into his car and speeding away.
"That was awesome! My girlfriend is awesome! Oh my god you're amazing," Stiles rambled smiling at me proudly.
"He was getting on my nerves. And I was sick of looking at his smug face." I told them with a shrug.
"You can just drop me off at my house." Scott told us making Stiles nod.
"Nyx?" Stiles asked after we got in the Jeep.
"You already know." I grinned settling in the back seat.
