My Teen Beginning {Prequel 1}

Chapter 1

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Well. It's about time, now isn't it?!

I'm so excited for you all to read this, I will be updating once a week, and I don't know what specific day, maybe Fridays.

But, since @DelenaWillBeLoved did what I had requested XD then here is the first chapter to 'My Teen Beginning'!!

Chapter 1

I pushed my black glasses up the bridge of my nose as I read my book, making sure to not skip over a word.

I sniffled, wiping under my eyes, "Why, Mr. Sparks, why?" I whispered.

I jumped when I heard a loud creak, quickly shoving on my overused converse, slipping past my room door.

I rubbed my sweater covered arms anxiously as Scott slowly stepped from his room, grabbing Mom's baseball bat from the corner of our hallway.

He met my eyes, "Stay. Here." He whispered, his voice not as low as he thought.

My eyes widened, and I shook my head, "B-but what if whoever or whatever's out there comes through the windows up here?" I asked.

His gaze softened, and he nodded, looking around, before lunging into his room, "Okay, but you need a weapon." He stated, coming back with his "weapon".

I gave him an annoyed look, "Your lacrosse stick?!"

He gave me a look, "It's better than nothing!"

Another creak went through our house, and Scott and I latched onto each other.

We slowly met the others eyes, and pulled away, "Okay..." Scott trailed off, "Let's go."

I gulped in slight fear, and nodded as we made our way down the stairs, and around the front of our house.

As we rounded the corner, I shifted behind Scott, feeling my pulse quicken anxiously as the wind blew around us.

All of a sudden, a body flew from our roof, letting a loud yell to pierce the silent night of Beacon Hills.

I screamed loudly with Scott, and threw my arms forward, hitting whatever was hanging from our roof with Scott's lacrosse stick.

"Kath-Katherine-ah-oww, currently-oww-hitting your- Jesus Chris-best friend!"

My eyes widened, and Scott pulled me away, "Stiles what the hell are you doing?!" He yelled.

"You weren't answering your phones! Why the hell do you have a bat and a lacrosse stick?" His voice cracked as he flailed his arms around.

I sighed, lowering my arms after readjusting my loose glasses, "I just ignore your calls naturally." I said shortly, making him bring in a weird breath.

"Ah-wha-that's the rudest thing I've ever heard." He breathed dramatically.

"Then you obviously haven't listened to yourself talk." I replied.

Stiles gasped, "I'll have you know, that I am very gifted-"

"Okay! We get it." Scott interrupted. "We thought you were a predator." He huffed.

"A preda-I-wha-look, I know it's late but you gotta here this." Stiles said, excited, and completely forgetting the conversation before, "I saw my dad leave twenty minutes ago, dispatch called. They're bringing in every officer from Beacon Department and even state police."