Something About Me // Teen Wolf [BOOK 3] [COMPLETED]

Insatiable Part 2

When we arrived at the school we heard from coach that people from Eichen House were already here to take her back. Luckily she ran off so they had to look for her giving us some time to find her as well. Although we were just too late. She was in the music class bend over a piano. A guy from Eichen House was walking towards her with his stun gun ready. Coach quickly walked over to him and grabbed his arm. 'This school has a very strict no bullying policy.' He said before pushing the stun gun to the guy's chest. I grinned and walked over to Meredith. 'You okay sweetheart?' I asked her and she nodded. 'Well? Get her out of here!' Coach said. 'Let's go.' I said and we walked out of the room. We went outside to Stiles' jeep. I helped Meredith get in the backseat, Kira told Scott she'd call him before running off. 'Okay.' Stiles said turning around in his seat. 'Where's Lydia?' He asked. Meredith frowned. 'Who's Lydia?' She asked confused. We all looked at each other with wide eyes. 'Okay, okay, let's just go to our house and we'll figure it out.' I said. 'Hurry, before one of those evil fuckers comes outside.'

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We walked inside my house and I groaned. 'What are you doing here?' Scott asked our dad. Maybe Isaac as well who was sitting on a chair. 'I can ask you the same thing?' Dad asked. 'Free period.' Scott said. 'Yeah, doing group study.' Stiles added. 'Who's she?' Dad asked nodding at Meredith. 'She's my girlfriend.' Stiles said throwing an arm over Meredith's shoulder. 'What happened to you dating my daughter?' Dad asked confused, but we didn't get time to come up with something. 'You're not my type.' Meredith said looking up at Stiles and I mentally face palmed myself. 'Okay well obviously we have a lot to talk about, maybe we should take this upstairs huh?' Stiles said. 'He's my type.' She said nodding at Isaac whose eyes widened a little. 'Okay well Isaac can come too.' I said grabbing her arm and walking her out of the room. 'Let's go Isaac!' I yelled over my shoulder. 'Dad, I can explain this later...' I heard Scott say. 'Stiles, take her to my room, I'll be there in a sec.' I said before walking back into the kitchen. 'I know your grades are fine I just wanna talk.' Dad said. 'We need to talk.' He sighed. 'No we don't.' I said crossing my arms over my chest and leaning my shoulder against the door frame. Dad sighed and looked at me over her shoulder. 'I'm serious Samantha, I don't care how much you hate me right now but you need to hear this.' He said. 'I don't wanna hear anything from you. But if you really want to talk, we're kinda busy right now. I can always check my agenda, I think maybe tomorrow we could squeeze something in between.' I said with a shrug. 'You don't even own an agenda, now let's go I wanna show you something.' Dad said walking past me to the stairs. Scott followed him and motioned for to come as well. I rolled my eyes and spun around on the back of my feet. 'You see this? This dent on the floor?' Dad asked crouching down in front of the stairs. 'That was from your head, Scott. The night before I moved out, your mother and I were fighting. You came out of your room... I grabbed you by the wrist, but you pulled back. And you fell. We watched you tumble down those stairs... you were out for probably twenty seconds and when you came to you didn't remember a thing. I remember Sammy coming out of her room asking what was going on. Your mom put you back to bed saying it was nothing and told me to be out by the morning. That's the last time I ever had a drink. And that's why I left.' Dad told us. Scott stood up with a sigh. 'Okay, let me show you something. You see the end of this window sill? When I got my first skateboard I slipped right into it and broke my collar bone.' He said. 'This used to be glass until I fell on top of it trying to catch a lacrosse ball from Stiles. Three stitches in my cheek. That chair outside on the porch? It's missing a leg because Sammy ran into it running away from Stiles and I, she broke her wrist that day. This house is full of accidents.' Scott said. 'You forgot that time I nearly blinded you with my eyeliner.' I said. 'The worst one of them all.' Scott chuckled. 'But that stairs, maybe it was an accident maybe it was worse, but I healed. I don't need your apology. So, see you at graduation. Or whenever you decide to show up again.' He said before leaving the room. Dad sighed and looked at me. 'Don't expect me to say something nice. I'm not the kid you dropped down the stairs but I am one of the kids you left behind. Sorry not sorry.' I shrugged and followed Scott upstairs. 'It's French.' I heard Scott say as I reached the top of the stairs. 'Someone translate I don't speak French, what did I miss?' I asked peeking my head around the corner. 'We found Lydia.'