" dude, do you know
who that was ? "
" no . . . "
" that was derek hale ! "
𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 . . . katherine's life gets thrown into a whirlwind after she figures out that her best friends a werewolf. she's pulled into...
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𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛 . 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭
Beacon Hills High School parking lot was filled to capacity with stretch limos, town cars, SUV's and even a couple sports cars borrowed from parents. A banner that read 'Winter Formal' stretched over the front doors of the gymnasium. Couples walked arm-in-arm towards the gym and I couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy as I watched them. Music thumped loudly from the outside and every time the doors were open, blue and green flashing lights could be seen from the inside.
"Time to pose!" Allison pulled me into a group picture that Matt Daehler, a photographer in my grade, was taking with his Canon. The flash was so bright compared to how dark it was outside, I blinked a few times to get the dots out of my vision after the picture. This was the big night. Homecoming had officially begun. Allison had taken Jackson's arm and Lydia had taken Stiles. Together the two couples walked towards the gym. And I was the third, fifth in this case, wheel. I lagged behind the others and shot off a quick text to Scott. Be safe tonight. Try not getting caught. Good luck stealing Allison away from Jackson.
My phone buzzed immediately with Scott's response. DO NOT GO ANYWHERE ALONE TONIGHT.
That was the plan. Our genius plan Scott had come up with. I wasn't allowed to leave either boy's sight this evening. If Peter was here tonight, which he very well could be, he'd make his move. Scott was sure of it. I let out a light sigh and looked up, easily spotting Scott stealthily moving on the room, which happened to be his way in. The sight lifted my lips into a one sided smile and I shook my head, not believing the funny sight I was seeing. Scott really liked this girl. I soon caught up with Stiles as we gave our ticket to the doorman, who happened to be the bald teacher with they grey goatee I had seen yesterday. We made our way inside and were flabbergasted at the sight in front of us. The gym, which typically smelled like sweat and floor wax, had been transformed into a mix between a sweet sixteen and a tricked out nightclub. As awesome as this place was, it scared me. This was the perfect opportunity for Peter to make his move. There were hundreds of people here, it was dark, colorful lights were revolving around, the music was so loud you could barely hear your own thoughts, and Scott would be so thrown off by all the different heart beats and emotions he'd be off his game. My face grew pale. This was a terrible idea. I followed the four to an empty table. The two girls slapped their phones on the table and draped their jackets across the backs of the chairs. Allison followed Jackson off into the crowd, and to my surprise Stiles and Lydia took their seats next to me. I looked over to Stiles and he could tell how nervous I was.
"Calm down, it's okay." He said loudly over the music playing from the band. Lydia didn't even hear him; she was preoccupied searching the crowd for her ex-boyfriend. Stiles would never admit to it, but he was offended. A buzzing radiated into my hand as I held my phone. I flipped it over and looked at the lit up screen.
