Catching Feelings

Chapter 16

Chapter 16: Wrong Place, Wrong Time

[ Trinity ]

Trinity walked out of the house and drove to the closet diner, debating on whether she wanted to sit and eat or get takeout and go back home. She decided against it, choosing that she wasn't exactly in the middle to be in her own home after the events that took place the night before.

Everything ached and she hadn't bothered to cover herself in the usual amount of makeup to cover up her bags. "You look rough." Erica comments, wearing her usual leather jacket with a red tank top under, and a tight pair of jeans hugging her legs.

Trinity shrugged, taking out her wallet and setting it beside her for when she needed to pay for the meal she'd just ordered. "I'm out at ten in the morning to get breakfast. I wasn't exactly planning on getting dolled up for my waiter."

Speaking of which, the gangly waiter with fiery red hair and freckles that covered his entire body came forth with a tray holding food. As he walked towards her, he dropped off plates until he reached her. Steam came from the food, the smell of chocolate chip waffles, scrambled eggs and enough bacon to put someone in a coma made Trinity's stomach growl loudly. "Stress eater?"

"Nail biter?" Trinity countered pointing to Erica's red painted nails that were chipped and jagged at the tips. "Full moon getting to you yet?"

"Little bit," She admits, reaching over to steal a piece of the waffle before Trinity doused it chocolate syrup. "Derek keeps telling us how hard it's going to be to control ourselves, and I'm scared because I don't want to kill people."

Trinity stayed quiet, listening to the words the werewolf spoke. "Did Derek by any chance say anything about another supernatural creature being in town?"

"Other than the kanima and the hunters? No, there isn't anything else." The more they spoke, the more empty her plate became and Trinity started liking the fellow blonde more and more. "He can help you know. The bite is a gift."

Flashbacks of the creature spread across her eyelids in high definition, the vivid color of the sickly pale yellow eyes, the endless rows of sharp teeth coated in his own blood, the claws, none of it seemed to be a blessing. "Somehow, I doubt that."

Erica took notice of he vacant look in her blue eyes. "Is everything okay? Did something happen?"

"No."

But Erica wasn't sure which question she was answering.

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Everything was dark and silent as Trinity drove to the police station, her body shaking as she parked outside.

"Sweetheart, it's two in the morning." A dark-skinned officer with jet black hair slicked back into a tight ponytail spoke, her eyes half-lidded and exhausted.

"I'll be quick," She stammered, fingers fumbling with one another. "I'm here to file and accident report."

The officer got a pen and paper. "On who?"

"My dad. For the past few months he's been—"

"Trinity? What the hell are you doing here?" Stiles walked into the station, his father and Scott trailing in behind him.

Officer Jones coughed. "She's filing an incident report, Stiles. What are all of you doing here?"

"Incident report?" Sheriff Stilinski repeats. "On who?"

Trinity shuffled her weight from foot to foot. She felt incredibly uncomfortable will all of those eyes on her. "Not to be rude, Sir, but that's not really any of your business."

"I'm the Sheriff," He spoke, saying it in such a way as if he was trying to assure himself more so than the teenage girl before him. "—of course it's my business."

"A sheriff who's on probation," Jones corrected, not paying the bunch any attention as she continued writing something on her little pad of paper. "Which means the girl is right. It really is none of your business."

The older man reached over, picking up a set of keys. "It is tonight. Follow me kid."

Trinity stood behind, waiting until everyone was ahead of her before she finally went forward and followed them into the dimly lit office that was covered in papers and boxes of more papers. On the wall behind them was a large cork board with pictures with tacks in them with red marker lines that circles and connected items to one another. The whole setup made Trinity's head spin and she decided that law enforcement wouldn't be a good fit for her, everything was so confusing and she didn't like being in charge of someone else's safety when she couldn't even have control of her own. "Isn't this illegal?" She finally asked when the Officer at the front desk didn't come back to tell them to leave.

"Only if you tell someone."

No one spoke to her, and it confused her as to why the Sheriff would take her back here and start working on another project. "Why am I back here? I'm not going to tell you anything with them here."

Stiles scoffed from his spot in a chair, he was leaning over surfing through papers, taking some out and setting them before him while Scott was on the computer shuffling through video footage of what seemed to be the hospital. "Trust me, your problems are the least of our worries. So unless you're being mauled to death by some wild animal or you find some answers towards all of these murders, wait in line."

Trinity nodded, almost letting the words slip that she was mauled by an animal, but she decided against it. "You're right. I've got to go anyways."

They didn't stop her, they didn't even acknowledge the fact that she was leaving. "Trinity," A voice spoke from behind and when she turned to look, she was greeted by a barrel of a gun. "—you should've just stayed home."