The Chosen 🐺

Chapter Two: Mr Hale

"So, you're the sheriff's son. So I've heard."

"Oh yeah, I help my Dad out in some cases." He states proudly to me, then looking back to the pitch.

"I heard that they found a body in the woods, and that's why you and Scott were there. Wasn't it?" I asked smugly, as he looked right at me. "You have a sense of adventure Stiles, I like it."

"You do?" He asked, really disbelieving me.

"I am one myself." I smirk at him, looking towards the pitch as the team disbanded from their talk, and played the game.

"You know they found animal hairs on the body. And it was a wolf." My eyes snapped back to his instantly.

"Do you just say wolf?" I asked, surprised, as he nodded to me. "I thought Beacon Hill didn't have wolves for like sixty years now."

"Yeah they don't." That's all I heard him say, before I rushed from the seat, and grabbed my bag in the process. Rushing off the pitch, I could feel Stiles eyes upon me as I dashed.

I thought Werewolves were no longer back in Beacon Hills, that's why I thought it would be safe to come back, clearly not.

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The day went by fast, and it was time to change for the party. I had the all outfit planned out, and got ready in a flash. Grabbing my purse as I left the house, locking it. I stopped still, as a car pulled in the driveway, two houses down. I look careful, using my vision to see Allison come out from the front door, and I already made my way over to her.

"Allison!" I yell, and she looked in my direction, her eyes slightly widening. I approached her, and gave her a hug. "I didn't know you lived here. I live two houses down." I state, as I pointed down the street, to my red car parked in the driveway.

"Oh my God. Do you want a ride?" She asked as we made our way to Scott's car, his scent was really strong.

"Sure I would love too." I state, as I climb into the car, holding my skirt down as I sit.

The drive there was quiet, Scott not knowing what to say because he was totally new in the girl department, but it was peaceful enough. Allison and Scott went outside to dance, the full moon upon us, as hormonal teenagers grind against each other. I found Stiles talking to some of the people, as I stood around, slightly pulling my skirt down.

A few hours had passed and I got stuff to drink, and danced a little with some boys, because I look God Darn sexy in this outfit. I could feel Stile's eyes upon me, as I grind against some boy's junk. I would dance with them, but I had a rule of no touching me. As the song ended, everyone departed, I went inside the house to grab a drink.

"Yo! Boys' look what we have here... Fresh meat!" One of the jocks yells, motioning to me. I turn around to see a guy coming my way, him drunk off his head.

"Sorry I'm not meant to be tossed around." I started as I began walking away, but his hand quickly grabbed my wrist, spinning me around. "Let me go!" I raised my voice at him, but he didn't listen. I see Stiles make his way towards us to see what was going on. Before Stiles could intervene, I grabbed his hand that latched onto my wrist with my free hand, bending his hand, as he screamed out in pain, as he keeled to the floor. My hand now free, but my other still twisting his hand around.

"That is a warning. If you touch me again, you'll have a broken hand." I state cockily for every drunken boy there to hear. As I pushed off from his wrist, making him land on the floor behind, he quickly held his hand. I made eye contact with Stiles for a split second, and his face was impressed.

I look around to see everyone staring at me, with a crazed look. But I pushed through the crowd, and made my way down the steps of the house, my heels clicking as I went down. I Let out a sigh. Not even a week here, and I've already nearly broken a hormonal teenage boy's wrist, with total ease.

A few minutes of fresh air, Scott came stumbling past me. I look at his wearily, as he gets the keys out of his jacket, and gets into the car. Allison quickly comes to my side, as we watch Scott drive off down the street. I look at Allison oddly.

"Maybe he's not well." I suggest, but I knew better, and I've seen some much. Three hundred years can teach a girl.

"Allison. I'm a friend of Scott's." We quickly turn around to see Derek standing there with his hands in his pockets. "My name's Derek." I look at him weird, as I suggest we follow him. I wasn't going to let Allison get in a car with a man.

We arrived at his car moments later, as we climbed in. He speeds off, Allison giving him directions to her house. I just stare at him through the rear-view mirror, catching my gaze now and then. The ride wasn't long, as we arrived at Allison's home.

"Thanks." Allison replied as she got out of the car, and walked into her house, not looking behind her.

"Where do you live?" He asked me bluntly, as I pointed to the red car meters down the road. He gives me a look, as I just stare at him back with a dark gaze. Before he drives a bit further down the road.

"Oh, what a gentleman. Thank you." I sarcastically replied,, as I climbed out of the black car, with tinted black windows. As I walked towards my house, not even looking back, but I could feel his eyes burning into my skull from the back. Only to feel them lift as he drove away a few seconds later.

Werewolves! Ugh! Now my classmate is possibly one. This is not going as I thought it would do...