Many would be ecstatic to be taken to class by Lydia Martin, but a stupidly innocent beta 's mind was on a particularly average punk snow white. Lydia had been mumbling on about Jessie Owens hairstyle today, she was shocked to notice that the boy had been ignoring her, but she wished to make a good impression. So babbling on she continued to admire the hazel-eyed boys features.
He was truly adorable, he owned dimples that always went deeper when he laughed, or in Carter's case, giggled, he had curly blonde locks, Lydia had a strong desire to tuck a stray curl behind his small ear. For once she didn't feel like talking a boy home. He actually reminded her of a younger Stiles, she'd found the buzz-cut charming, but unfortunately he'd grown his hair out.
"So Carter?"
Carter snapped out of his daze with a lovesick expression on his tan skin.
"Yes?"
Lydia took one look at his uninterest and daze, then scoffed.
"Have you been listening at all?"
Carter's eyes widened at the sight of a rage-filled Lydia Martin.
He chuckled nervously, backing slowly into the English classroom with an uneasy grin on his face.
"Uh, sure, yeah, uh...Jesse Ovens foot...very interesting".
And with his eyes set on avoiding Lydia's he tripped over a snivelling jocks foot, crashing down onto the teachers desk.
"Kuso!"
The room erupted into a symphony of monotonous giggles, laughter and some girls, hysteria for the cute Aussie.
"Oh shut up all of you, we all know the boys a lot more important than you idiots anyways"
And the moment of amusement softly died down to a chorus of self-pityment.
Carter raised his hand towards Lydia's in a silent plea for help, but she scoffed, flipped her cascading waves to her back and sashayed to the end of the room.
Carter grimaced and with the aid of his teachers desk helped himself up.
As he took the wall of shame he sensed a questioning stare against his back. Turning he met the eyes of a black-haired ghost-like boy glaring at him as if Carter had commited treason of stealing a life.
Carter gulped, rubbing the nape of his neck and shyly shuffled to behind the Martin girls seat.
Lydia had seen this coming and called over a blonde with short hair.
"Marie! Come sit here"
She let the desk whilst the girl let out a squeal of glee and then a timid "it's Macy"
She looked to him as if asking for approval and despite being forced elsewhere, Carter managed a beam and nod of his head.
So he swung around almost taking out a brunettes head and scanned for seats.
And of course the only one left was in front of Carter-loathing boy.
"Just my luck" Carter sighed, he hesitantly walked over, before resting the books on his desk and hiding his face with a curtain of blonde.
"Hey, hey, blondie!"
Carter abruptly snapped towards the noise to see Carter-loathing boy, he had an obviously fake smile (believe him Carter knew) and whispered "are you okay after that fall? You seem okay, you shouldn't be okay considering most people would've been knocked unconscious-" He slipped into a 'I-don't-trust-you-evil-little-conniving-shit' mode.
"It's almost like you have supernatural healing abilities....?"
And that's when Carter's superstition of him being involved with werewolves became a fact.
Carter turned around a cocky grin on his face that seemed to surprise the boy who runs with wolves.
"I'm honestly contemplating whether or not your pack are reincarnations of living souls due to how openly you speak of the supernatural".
A mischievous spark gleamed in Carter's eyes and with a mocking gasp Carter swivelled around to meet the chime of a phone notification.
What the-
"The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds and the tranquil waterway leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed sombre under an overcast sky-"
"-Seemed to lead onto the heart of an immense dark"
All heads turned to the blonde who'd just spurted out what was assumed to be the end of the teachers quote. Whilst the well-dressed woman looked impressed many were not, boys whispering about how weird it was he knew and girls concerned if he was gay or not. Hearing all their harsh words Carter frowned tilting his head to the side, pouting and pulling puppy eyes.
"Well as I was going to say....this is the last line to the first book we are going to read." The tall female graced her way to the desk, long legs gliding effortlessly across the floorboards.
"It is also the last text you will receive in this class". She gave a coy smile holding up her own phone with confidence and stability. "Phones off everyone".
Carter eyed the woman whom already seemed to be studying the hazel-eyed wolf. He swiftly slid his thumb over the off button, slumped in his chair, folded his arms and closed his eyes.
An array of smells clogged his nostrils, his mind failing to link to the one that was the suspicious phone-taker. He focused on one, the most strange one and found it to be a stench of mountain ash. His eyes widened and he bit his lip to contain the gasp threatening to notify her of his knowledge. Throughout the rest if the class he focused on her scent, feelings. She was cocky, over her head, and way too good at fending over invaders in her head. There was no doubt about it she was supernatural. But the smell was familiar, there was a hint of something memorable to her, but she was masked by too much wolfs bane.
But what is she?
That one question plague he boys mind bouncing around in his head and screaming for an answer.
"-whats that thing you say about threes?"
Carter's head snapped towards the sudden voice, he'd been so focused on getting his thoughts to shut up he'd failed to eavesdrop on Carter-loathing boys conversation.
The ghost like male rolled his eyes and murmured a "I really think we should be talking about the douche in front but-"
Carter stifled a growl. Him a douche, he couldn't wait till the kid met Aiden. No offence to Aiden in any way, he's a good kind of douche.
"Once twice-"
A thump rang in Carter's head, he whipped towards the window where the dragging corpse of a ravan crow had collided, crimson red ooze seemed to almost act as glue to the animal.
"No". Carter knew a lot about this town and it's happenings, he researched he studied, he talked to the right people. But he was the only one in the town who knew about the odd occurrences with beacons animals. And he'd been prodded and poked at enough to know the right thing to do was stay shut about it.
And that's when the bank of black words Ms Blake had stated jinxed the students, as a sea of ink sailed in their direction.
Glass sailed throughout the room, students scurrying for cover and screaming. Carter never truly understood the reason for screaming. It was a high-pitch sound that simply ceased your energy and hurt other peoples ears. So Carter simply crouched down and watched the chaos.
The boys felt the need to protect the girls, enveloping them in their arms, others screeched "every man for themselves" and hid. But Carter was different. And Lydia could see that when in Stiles's arms, the boy was so relaxed, unphased by the hullabaloo displayed in front of him. He seemed to almost be at peace, but the hard glare in his eyes made her heart stop, and when they turned a onyx black she froze.
Carter glared at the animals, herding them away from his body. He made eye contact with one, it had beady eyes of red, squawking and terrified. Carter grinned and with a blink it lay on the floor in a heap of mangled feathers and blood.
Jesus Christ carter what's up with you man, you're scaring me. You seem so innocent and beautiful an now your eyes turn black and kill crows. What did the bird ever do to you? But guys, if you haven't guessed from the blurb quite "deceit at its finest" carter is bad. But no one except for you and me know.