My eyes fluttered open quickly. Where was I? I began to panic as I sat up, rubbing my eyes. Finally my eyes adjusted, allowing me to take in my settings. Stiles's room. I looked over to the side of the bed, which was empty. I frowned, stretching. I slowly got out of bed, testing if my legs would hold me. Sure enough they did. I was better. I looked around the room but there was no sign of Stiles. I felt a little nervous, but I told myself he was down stairs. If I knew one thing about Stiles it was that he couldn't stay still for long. I walked out of the room, looking down the empty hallway. "Stiles?" I called. My voice echoed through the house. "Stiles?" I called louder. Still no response. Now I was worried. I ran back in the room grabbing my phone. It was only 10 in the morning. The lacrosse game didn't start for another couple of hours.. I quickly dialed Stiles's number. "C'mon" I muttered.
"Emma?" Stiles's voice spoke into the phone, filling me with relief. I let out a sigh, bringing my hand to my forehead. Stiles paused for a moment. "I totally forgot to leave a note didn't I?" Stiles drew a conclusion. I scoffed.
"Yeah" I responded. "Where are you anyway?" I asked, trying to regain my breath. I heard Stiles mutter something to someone on the other end.
"I'm watching Derek being arrested" he replied. I felt my heart stop for the second time this morning. "I know you didn't like the idea of it so I thought I'd let you sleep in" Stiles explained his thought process. "Oh he's coming I have to talk to him. See you later" Stiles rushed into the phone.
"Stiles wait-" but he had already hung up. Thank god we didn't have school today. But we did have a lacrosse game in which a newly bitten werewolf would be playing. I pushed that out of my head, just as another worry came to mind. I just couldn't get the feeling out of my stomach that Derek was innocent. I looked down at my dirty outfit I had worn yesterday. I suppose I should go home and change before heading to school. I walked over to his bed, making it neatly, before heading outside. I got into my car, cranking the heat. I shuddered as I was freezing. I quickly pulled out of the driveway, heading home.
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"How was the sleepover?" my uncle asked as I walked into the house. Whose house had Stiles said I slept over? Allison? Lydia? I cursed as my brain last night had been nothing thanks to the wolvesbayne.
"Good" I said. Uncle Brian sat at the counter, reading the paper. He had a cup of coffee in his hand, toast in the other.
"What'd you girls do?" he asked, looking up from the paper. I sighed, rubbing my forehead. The wolvesbayne feels as if it left me with a hangover. "You guys weren't drinking were you?" Uncle Brian asked suddenly, putting his cup of coffee down.
"No" I said immediately. "I just stayed up late studying" I lied. He analyzed my face, trying to decided if I was trustworthy or not. I crossed my arms, shifting foot to foot. "I'm really tired and need to get changed. Do you mind?" I asked. He took one last look at me before deciding.
"Yeah okay kiddo I believe you" he finally replied. I smiled, heading up the stairs. "Oh and Emma" he called. I stopped, half way up the stairs. "Tell Lydia I said hi" he added before returning to his morning paper. I let out a breathe I hadn't realized I had been holding. I quickly ran the rest of the way up the stairs. I dropped my bag in my room, before getting into the shower.
I relaxed as the hot water ran over my muscles. I smiled as I remembered how Stiles and I had actually shared a bed last night. I guess it was time to admit it. I had a small crush on him. But for now we were friends. My job here was to keep everyone safe and calm. I hadn't moved to Beacon Hills knowing I would meet a few super naturals and their friends. I thought I would live a relatively normal life in which I tried to hide my healing powers. But things changed. I got out of the shower, drying off and throwing on some jeans and a long sleeved tee shirt. I braided my hair and fixed my make up. I smiled in the mirror as it didn't look like I had nearly died last night. I picked up my phone as it began buzzing in my pocket. Stiles.
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Fanfiction[Editing in Progress] Emma didn't ask for powers. But she got them. She didn't ask to get kicked out of her house and move to Beacon Hills. But she did. She didn't want to become involved with Scott and Stiles just as they entered the world of super...
