41; Taken

Holding the single piece of paper tightly in her clammy hand, El waited anxiously beside Scott's locker as she did every morning. She looked at her phone several times per minute becoming frustrated at each second that passed that he wasn't beside her.

"Why do you have that look on your face?"

"Scott's not here yet," El told her best friend and washed the expression from her face, but not a second later the tension returned with the wrinkles in her forehead.

Malia narrowed her eyes in that way she did when she was trying to understand something. "I got this letter yesterday," El explained and handed her the piece of paper. The coyote read it over and she scowled, looking back up at the gypsy.  "40? As in the deadpool?"

"I think so. I don't know who sent it, but it looks like they're trying to warn me."

"That's a lot of money, El. More than anyone else on the list so far."

"While I'm inclined to take that as a compliment, I'm distracted by the fact that means skilled assassins are coming to kill me."

"How long have you been waiting for him?"

"Since six," El mumbled acknowledging that the school opened at 5:30 and it was now almost 9. "I didn't want to be home alone. There's people here. I don't think Garret or anyone else will try to murder me in the middle of the hallway."

"You could have called me," Malia handed back the paper. "I'm surprised Scott didn't show up at your doorstep the second you told him."

The sheepish look on El's face was more than enough to explain why the alpha hadn't done just that. "You haven't told him yet," Malia concluded, "why?"

"You didn't see him last night Mal. With the deadpool, all these assassins coming into Beacon Hills, and trying to get Liam under control, he has so much on his plate. I didn't want to add to his stress."

Malia rolled her eyes, even she knew how idiotic that was. "Yeah, I'm sure he'll appreciate your consideration when you're dead."

"I know, I know. That's why I'm going to tell him as soon as I see him."

"Which should be right about now."

El could feel Scott close by just as clearly as Malia could smell and hear him approach. It was an awareness she could sense like a cloak draped over her shoulders and it became heavier as he neared. She'd noticed it for weeks now, it had become more apparent to her when they'd transitioned to more than just friends. El had been meaning to point it out to him, but a part of her felt it was a gypsy thing he wouldn't understand.

"I'm here. I'm late. I overslept. I'm sorry," he rambled apologetically as he came to a halt beside them.

"How are you doing?"

"Me?" Scott brushed her hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear. The cut on her cheek which normally would have needed stitches was smaller than it had been 12 hours ago, but even a scratch on her didn't sit well with him. "I'm fine. I should be asking you that."

"A few bumps and bruises won't kill me," she reassured and met him half way for a chaste kiss.

"But assassins will," Malia muttered and shot El an expectant look. She sighed knowing she was going to have to tell him eventually. As much as she wanted to save him the stress, she knew he would want to know. She took the paper from her pocket and held it tightly in her hand, "there's something I have to tell-"

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