Chapter 38

"I didn't fail the test. I just found 100 ways to do it wrong."

--Benjamin Franklin

I looked utterly ridiculous.

Is what I should be thinking dressing up like this, okay not really dressing up, it's only some really fancy blue jeans, a red shirt which was open on my back and had the words Highschool Musical on it and a black leather jacket that was twice my size because Peter had given it to me a while back after I dropped him off at the hospital because he had began to go numb in his legs. Sighing like a dramatic teenage girl a sent a death glare to my phone. Stiles had texted and 'told' me he'd pick me up soon, no questions asked. I think I'd hit his head against the dashboard of his car to wake his memory a bit, I mean I had told him that I had my own ride. Grabbing my purse which held a small dagger just for in case. I ran down the stairs skipping four at a time just as the door bell rang. Yanking the door open I glided past Stiles.

" Au revoir!" I called out and then nodded to Stiles open his Jeep door. He rolled his eyes. Maybe I should punish him in another way...

"Hello, Mieczyslaw." I drawled making Stiles flinch.

"Please.... Don't call me that." He begged as he pulled on to the main road.

" No way, you and I both know that I own my very own vehicle, yet you text me and tell me that you will pick me up in a few minutes no questions asked. So this, Mieczyslaw, is your silent punishment." I say my lips pressed in to a thin line.

" 'Silent?'Then what's my loud punishment?" He asks.

"Oh, you'll see." I say grinning evilly. He gave an audible gulp and I snickered, his punishment won't be so bad.

We arrived at the bowling alley and Stiles opened the door without waiting for me to tell him to, which made me give him a mocking bow. He groaned and walked into the bowling alley, paying for us and our shoes before taking us to where Lidia, Jackson, Alison and Scotty boy were waiting for us. Alison waved excitedly and a little bit of desperation in her face. Scott was standing in front of the bowling line awkwardly holding the ball and rolling it around in his hands, seemingly nervous and calculative. I plopped down next to her and giggled at Scott's expressions, it differed from different emotions every few seconds, confusion, fear, nervousness, awkwardness and determination, though only a tinge. He rolled the ball and it went straight into the cutter. Jackson howled with laughter clutching at his stomach. I glared imagining taking a bowling ball and shoving it either down his throat or up his ass, no one makes fun of my friends unless they are my friends. Alison leaned forward but sat back the next second before she suddenly jumped to her feet and wrapped her arms around Scott's waist.

"It's okay, relax. Ignore the idiot behind us and make your move." She whispered barely softer than a rustle. Grinning at her words I watched with bated breath as Scott nodded slowly.

"Oh and one more thing..... Picture me.... (She twisted around wanting to walk away before she leaned back into Scott's ears.) Naked. " She says and sat down once again. Oooh,now that is some motivation. A goofy grin made its way on to Scott's lips as he pulled his arm back and rolled the ball that hit all the pins. Jumping up the three of us exclaimed in excitement. By three I mean Stiles, Alison and moi(me).

"How was that?" Scott asks.

"Amazing." "Awesome." "It was decent." Alison,Stiles and I say. Scott furrowed his brows.

" Decent? " He mumbled confused. Then Jackson incredulous asks, " How did you do that?" He asks genuinely shocked.

" It's our little secret." Says Alison wrapping her arms around the wolf and pulling him down. Jackson groaned and pointed towards me.

"Your turn." He says. Oh.... well sh¶t. Growling softly I stood up and picked up a bowling ball, weighing it in my hands, it felt hopelessly to light. How the hell am I supposed to do this?! I've never bowled before using such strength, heck I've only bowled six times in my past life and that was because of children's dares and my own stupidity, I had almost always gotten someone in the hospital. Either by bowling their toes to smithereens or throwing their guts out, let's just say my experience in bowling is that of an expert failure. Rolling my shoulders I prayed silently hoping the ball would at least end up in the line even the cutter would make me feel like I've won!

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There's gonna be a second half released tonight. If not then tommorow.