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THE TRUTH " DO YOU LOVE ME?"
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it was a cloudy wednesday morning as y/n walked through the front door of beacon hills high school. y/n was definitely not looking forward to school anymore considering the pack, her only friends, were ignoring her for reasons she didn't know.
y/n toke a deep breath as she walked past the pack, catching all their attention especially scott. y/n had around 15 minutes until class started so she walked towards the bleachers with her book in her hand.
the field was completely empty, y/n being the only person there. halfway through reading her book y/n heard footsteps behind her.
"what do you want scott?" y/n rudely asked assuming it was the teen wolf. y/n waited for him to respond and was greeted with silence in return. y/n looked up and saw a set of muddy footprints stopping directly in front of her.
"scott? who's here?" y/n asked as she shoved her book in her bag and grabbed all her belongings.
y/n begin walking down the bleachers but stopped as she felt something cover her face. suddenly she felt something poke her shoulder causing her to go unconscious.
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y/n's head pounded as she finally opened her eyes. "where am i?" she whispered as her eyes finally focused on everything in the room. medical supplies were everywhere around her.
"they'll come," a unfamiliar voice said. y/n felt something running down the side of her face and something metallic in her mouth.
"hello?" y/n asked her vision slightly blurring. "hello y/n," an attractive teenage boy said to the girl as he crouched down to the girls height.
"who are you?" y/n asked as she tried to free her hands from the rope that was holding them. "my names theo, theo raeken," theo said smiling. even though y/n was currently tied to a chair she couldn't deny the fact that this boy was definitely attractive.
"why am i here?" y/n asked as she struggled to free her hands more. "you're my bait y/n," theo said as he walked to a table with a lot of weapons and tools on it.
"i don't understand," y/n said as she scanned the weapons on the table.
"i gave scott 10 minutes to be here or else i would kill you. i wouldn't worry though because if i'm hearing right he just got here," theo said as he smiled mischievously.
soon the door was thrown open and a loud growl sounded from the other side of it. scott walked through the front door, the pack following behind him. theo quickly untied y/n and grabbed her by her neck. he placed his claws to her neck and smiled.
"hey scott!" theo said laughing. "give me y/n," scott growled.
"no. you see y/n seems like a nice girl who doesn't deserve to be hurt and that's exactly what you're doing to her. tell her why you're dating her. i dare you." theo said.
"theo please don't do this," scott begged. "then i'll kill her." theo said as he drew a little blood from y/n's neck. y/n whimpered as theo spoke again, "i'm going to count to five. if you don't start telling her the truth then i'll kill her."
"five, four, three, tw-" theo tried to say but scott cut him off, "okay. i'll do it."
"y/n i," scott said as he tried to think of words to explain what he was going to say. minutes passed and scott still hadn't said anything. "y/n?" theo said as he turned towards the girl. "yeah?" y/n nervously asked.
"ask scott if he's ever loved you." theo said as he twirled a knife in between his fingers. "y/n you don't need t-" lydia tried to say but was cut off by y/n slowly walking towards scott.
"do you love me?" y/n asked as her heart pounded. after many moments of silence he finally responded.
"no, not like that. i'm sorry. you were there for me when allison passed so i thought i loved you but i didn't." he said as he looked at the ground.
"oh, okay." y/n said as tears brimmed her eyes. "y/n." scott said as he saw the expression on her face. "i think it's best if you all just leave me the hell alone." y/n said as tears fell down her face. she ran out the front door as the pack screamed for her but it was to late.
