"damn it, damn it, damn it." you muttered, rushing around your room, desperately trying to find your sneakers.
"(y/n)! You're going to be late!" your mom called from up the stairs.
"screw sneakers, i'll wear crocs." you told yourself, grabbing your crocs from your bedside.
sprinting down the stairs you grabbed your backpack from the couch before making your way outside and to your moms car.
"get a good beauty sleep?" she asked in a mocking tone, before pulling out of the driveway and making the way towards the high school.
"of course, going to bed at three a.m. thanks to all my homework counts as beauty sleep." you replied, pulling out your phone. you pulled open Instagram, scrolling through creators you follow and their stories.
"who's that?" your mom asked, looking over your shoulder and at your phone.
"three words-" you groaned, "privacy and drive." you looked up from your phone to your mom to see her rolling your eyes, as if you wanting for her not to crash was a bad thing. you shifted your gaze to the road in front of you to see that you had arrived at school.
"bye darling." she called to you as you hopped out of the car, but you were too busy to bother saying anything back.
today was going to be the first lacrosse game of the season, well at least the first one for you considering you moved late into the school year.
you jogged up the stairs, pushing the doors open hurriedly, sprinting down the halls the moment you could barely even slip inside them. sliding to a stop at your locker, throwing your books inside and grabbing what you need for your next class before taking off again to english.
"(y/n)?" you heard someone ask, causing you to stop in your tracks. whipping your head around you saw allison standing behind you, looking utterly confused.
"oh, hey." you smiled, sticking your hand out for a handshake. "i do handshakes now." you told her, awkwardly smiling. allison smiled back, shaking your hand before jerking her head around to look at the other boy at the gathering you were at a few days ago. "who's he?" you asked, genuinely wanting to know considering you've been seeing him around the past few days.
"issac, issac lahey." she smiled before walking off towards the boy.
probably in a relationship, but that counteracts how she and scott act around each other.
maybe just good friends.
you stood by your locker still, watching as the two interlocked hands and walked off to their classes.
then, realising if you stayed, you would be late to english, you turned around, and walked down the agonisingly long hallways. you walked in and sat down in your seat, annoyed by the fact that you'd just be watching another silly little video.
"Hey, (y/n), right?" an unfamiliar voice asked.
you looked up to see who looked like they could be the substitute teacher, his hair was dark and messy but his brown eyes stared at you with such dullness that they almost scared you.
"who's asking?" you asked, interlocking your eyes with his.
you stared at him for a minute, not blinking.
"werewolf?" the man asked, causing your expression to change from cold to almost startled.
"chupacabra." you retorted in a sarcastic tone, yet the man didn't seem to catch onto what you meant because his eyes widened in shock.
"the mccall pack has a chupacabra?" he asked before storming off and out of the room.
you shook your head, totally confused by what just went down. "hey, (y/n), were you just talking to Derek?" you heard scott ask, causing you to turn your head around to see him sitting two desks behind you.
you shrugged, "i don't know who 'derek' is but if he's the creepy dude that just approached me, then yes, i was just talking to derek." you replied, turning around to face him fully.
"what'd he want to know?" scott inquired, more interested now that you've said you did talk to this derek guy.
"i don't know, he didn't speak much - but he said werewolf, like in question form. also, does he not get sarcasm?"
"depends, why do you think he do-" scott started before stiles plopped down in the empty desk in front of him.
"hey pretty ladies." he cooed, turning around to pat scotts head and then back around to pat yours.
"hot." scott corrected, causing you to laugh slightly.
"you are a hot girl scott, very, very hot." you sighed, putting your hands on your knees, watching as the two boys broke out in laughter. "not going to ask what's so funny to you two, just going to turn around and try to distract myself from you two idiots." you smiled, turning around.
"oh come on, (y/n), don't be like that." stiles whined, placing his hands on your shoulders before you turned your head around to look at him. you shook your head, closing your eyes before slowly opening them. "you ok?" stiles asked, looking up at you with his chocolate eyes.
"tired." you responded, turning your head back around before slumping back in your seat, briefly closing your eyes to take a nap. you slept for what seemed like seconds before jolting awake at the sound of heels entering the classroom.
"hello class." you heard your teacher, ms. blake say from the front of the class, causing you to sit up fully in your seat.
you liked ms. blake, she was young and understanding. "today, we'll be doing something a tiny bit different, we'll be using the textbooks." you grunted, of course you had to use the textbooks, the old textbooks that are literally falling apart.
class flew by in a flash, and all of the sudden you were back at your locker again and scott, stiles, and lydia were all next to you.
"so, (y/n), what's your thoughts on fashion?" lydia asked, breaking the silence as you placed your books into the locker and grabbed your chemistry binder out.
"doesn't matter, a shirt is a shirt and pants are pants right?" you responded quietly, walking off to class before she could respond.
you heard her gasp dramatically from behind you but you just shrugged it off as lydia being lydia.
but suddenly, shrieks and gasps filled the hallway, causing you to turn you your attention to the left of you.
noticing the dark creature you let out a scream of horror.
mountain lion attacks again? i thought they got these undercover in this damn town.
"(y/n) get out of the way!" you heard someone scream from behind you, but yet you felt too frozen with fear to even blink.
the creature stared at you blankly, its eyes flashing a violent red colour as it started to snarl at it, its sharp teeth dripping with what looked like blood.
"(y/n)!" the voice called, again but this time it sounded closer.
you turned your head slightly to see stiles running towards you, scott close behind him.
you turned your eyes back to the mountain lion, closing your eyes and slowing your breathing.
if you were going to die, you were going to do it on your own terms, in a way you were ok with.
sure, being ripped to shreds by a wild beast isn't the way you'd prefer to die, but if you were ready and you weren't entirely scared, it'd be better than nothing.
suddenly, you felt your body slam to the ground, as if someone have deliberately pushed you out of the way.
you turned your gaze back to the person who had pushed you to see stiles kneeling besides you, making sure you're ok from the fall.
"ouch." you laughed sarcastically, completely forgetting about the lurking danger only fifty feet away.
stiles looked down at you, laughing slightly.
he reached a hand out to you as a way to help you up.
you took his hand, standing up to see the mountain lion was gone.
"i have a feeling that was not just a mountain lion." you whispered to yourself, shaking your head slightly.