The Omen

ꕥ Chapter Twelve ꕥ

"-Beautiful Monday morning, Beacon Hills High School is back open after being closed Thursday and Friday. Police search continues for alleged killer Derek Hale-" I slam my hand down so hard on my radio that it shatters into what looks like hundreds of pieces, which scatter around my room. I glare at the broken pieces with so much hate, once again Derek is a fake fugitive.

"Hey Heth-" Lydia cuts off abruptly when she sees my alarm clock laying shattered on my floor. "What happened?!"

"It fell on the floor." I lie, standing up and stretching.

"Okay." Lydia mutters, obviously not believing me.

I just give her a strained smile and walk over to my closet. I didn't have time last night to pick out an outfit for today so I have to go searching. I find a white crop top and I pair it with some high waisted black shorts. Lydia shakes her head when she sees my simplistic outfit but doesn't say anything.

I stalk past her into the bathroom to quickly throw on my clothes. I decide to leave my hair in a messy bun today, so I don't do anything with that. Not interested in doing anything extravagant I put on a thin layer of mascara, and that was all. I leave the bathroom in record time and go down to the kitchen.

Lydia comes down a few minutes later and grabs an apple, then she goes back up into her room to get ready.

I hear a ding and pick up my phone, seeing that I have a text from Allison.

From Allison:
Can we talk?

To Allison :
We aren't braking up too, are we?

From Allison:
No we aren't... talk at school?

To Allison:
Mk

I don't get a reply so I shove my phone in my back pocket and walk over to the hallway closet, looking for my Analiza heeled sandals I left somewhere in here. Once I find the black heels and lace them up Lydia comes downstairs, looking sharp as ever.

"Ready?" She asks, grabbing her bag.

I nod, walking out the door carefully. Lydia tromps ahead of me, leaving me to struggle on my own with the high heels. Once I make it to the car I fling myself into the drivers seat.

We arrive in the school parking lot after a ride of complete silence. I was told the full moon doesn't effect Black Dogs but it sure does seem to be making me highly irritable. I make a loud sighing sound and jump out of the car, on a mission to find the tall brunette known as Allison.

After a few short minutes of searching I find her just exiting her fathers large car. I run up to her, falling into step beside her.

"Oh, Hetha!" She yelps, holding her hand over her heart.

"You wanted to talk."

"You're not mad at me, are you?" She asks, tilting her head like a lost dog, which was kinda ironic. I remember how irritated I was with her and her questions a few nights ago but I push that down. "Because you're like one of my only friends here." She continues, "And I just broke up with your other best friend and I just..." she fades off, looking at me with the most innocent look.