Unexpected

TWO

Chapter Two 

Visions

I woke up with a start, gasping for air as sweat beaded on my forehead. I had another nightmare. Each one is so real and utterly terrifying. My chest heaved up and down as I tried to distinguish reality from dream.

In an instant, I jumped out of bed and went over to my desk, grabbing my notebook and a pencil as I began to quickly draw what I had seen. It was a pack of the human-wolves I constantly dream up. They all had deep, ruby eyes that struck fear in me. Two of them, they were merged together in a menacing way, it was a strange sight.

A sigh fell from my lips as I looked at my finished product, these drawings help me deal with my nightmares. They actually make them less scary and, instead, make me realize how incredibly crazy I actually am. Which, I'm sure, isn't a good sign.

I turned to my clock, it was 6:45 am. A groan left my lips as I realized that it was our first day back at school, and, well, I only got two weeks off so, this will be great. I felt exhausted from these dreams, that have only gotten worse since summer school ended. 

Standing from my desk, I grabbed a towel and headed to the bathroom, as I turned on the water memories of what happened with Scott and I that night flooded my head. It was as if my skin was instantly set aflame as I remembered the way his hands touched my skin. How his lips kissed mine. I remembered every kiss, touch, and feeling in that moment and I swear my legs went weak thinking of the things we did.

I shook my head, clearing my mind as I let the hot water fall down my face. I can't think about it anymore, no, two weeks of replaying that night is enough. School is happening again and Allison is back from France. He'll likely get back with her. I was just a fling, a lapse in judgement. A distraction from Allison, his one true love.

I turned off the water and wrapped a white fluffy towel around my body and walked to my mirror that was clouded with steam. I sighed and wiped a part clean with my hand, giving my view of a blurry version of my reflection. Today is going to be very eventful. How do I face him again? And act like nothing happened?

"I can do it."

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I left my room, fully dressed in my outfit which consisted of a plain white tank top that ended right above my belly button and my jeans. I wore a black belt and my white sneakers. I also wore my locket that my mom gave me when I was eight and my charm bracelet I got from Stiles for my birthday last year. 

My bag hung on my shoulder as I walked over to Stiles room, where dad stood in his doorway. "Morning daddy." I smiled at him as I looked into Stiles room where he sat by his computer doing intensive research.

"You know how many vehicle collisions last year involved deer?" He asked, not even giving us time to reply before stating the exact number. "247,000."

"Oh God, please go to school. You're going to make yourself and your sister late." Dad shook his head in irritation. Stiles always is getting hung up on things, to the point where he obsesses. I don't mind it much, actually I think it's sort of adorable that he has a thing. It's better than my thing-- having freaky nightmares and having to draw them out.

"Yes. Let's go. Please." I sighed, crossing my arms while looking at my brother, who ignored us both as if we weren't even in the same room as him. He also does that a lot. Pretends we're not there. Especially when he's onto something. Now, that is what annoys me.