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Training

Stiles P.O.V. 

Lydia and I had finished the story once class was done, meaning that school was over. I rapidly put my stuff together and tried to make way to the door, but I was interrupted by Lydia. What's funny was she kept saying she felt so sorry for Mason, yet she doesn't see it so clearly that I'm him. That I'm the one that should be with you, not the jerks that are what girls call hot. 

"Hey Stiles." She said with a smile. I swear I had butterflies in my stomach, but I got my grip, I had to do some training today. 

"Hi Lydia," I said while scratching the back of my neck,"I sort of have to go somewhere, so is there anything you need to tell me?" 

 "Do you wanna make plans today?" Great I have no time for this. 

"Sorry Lydia, can't make plans today." I said while walking to the doorway as fast as can before she can say anything else, I knew I was being rude, but I would rather be rude, than have a potential chance of killing her or somebody else. 

I ran through the crowded hallways of Beacon Hills, and made it to the main door. Unfortunately Scott was there. He saw me, and started to walk towards me. 

I have no time for this. 

"Hey S-" Scott said but I had cut him off. 

"Sorry Scott, but I have to go." 

I rammed through the main doors, and went to my jeep. I started the engine, and threw my stuff at the back. I rapidly drove out, and went to the woods. 

Once I had found an isolated spot, where no one seems to be around, I thought it would be a perfect location to train. 

I got some weights out of the back of my trunk and put it against the tree. I thought I should start with simple push ups. The most I have done in a row is 50, let's see if I can beat that. 

-2 Minutes Later-

Surprisingly I have beat my record by a landslide. I ended up doing 420 in two minutes. I haven't even broke a sweat and I still have energy. 

"Maybe I should lift some weights now." 

I got some barbell equipment from the side and started to lift weights, but I still haven't broken a sweat when I had done 114 lifts. 

But one thing I always wanted to do if I was a werewolf was run. There was a cliff nearby, and if I ran fast enough and jump far enough I will reach the other side. 

I took off the baseball tee I was wearing, and put it on the jeep. I breathed in, and out. Then I ran, the wind was brushing agsint my cheeks and chest. I was near the cliff, then I jumped. I thought I wasn't going to make it, but I landed gracefully on the other side.

"YES!" I said while doing a happy dance.

Being a werewolf is not bad as I thought.