Catching Feelings

Chapter 9

Chapter 9: Pathetic

[ Trinity ]

The next day Trinity stumbled her way into school, rushing to her locker and grabbing the necessary items before she was late for class. Harris would chew her apart if she was late again and she didn't have the energy to be sarcastic. "I am not late!" She shouted when she pushed his door wide open, capturing most of the students in the class attention.

Harris pushed his small glasses further up his face. "Thank you," He sardonically praised. "—for making that ever so helpful announcement."

The blonde girl blushed and she kept her gaze to the ground as she walked to her seat. "Hey, are you alright?" Allison asked from the desk to her left. Without a word, Trinity nodded, making sure to keep her hair over the handprint on her cheek that she was sporting.

"I'm fine, just tired."

"Are you sure?"

Skinny fingers trembled as she shuffled through the pages of the chemistry book, trying to get to the page that Harris had written on the board. "I'm sure, Allison."

Surprisingly, Trinity made it through class ignoring every question Allison asked about her well being. Even though it was completely obvious that she was only asking so she could ease her way into asking more about the bestiary.

Once the bell rang, Trinity fled out of class, heels clacking obnoxiously loud on the linoleum floors. "What the hell happened yesterday?" Isaac demands, slamming her locker shut the moment she opened it.

"Excuse me?"

He sighed, taking her heavy bag and hoisting it over his shoulder while dragging her away from Scott who was watching from across the hall. "Your dad. What is he?"

Trinity's eyes widened and her body subconsciously tensed. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"I know you know, don't play coy." Isaac pressed on, his blue eyes boring in her own much lighter pair. "You know about us, about werewolves and hunters. You know about it, don't you?"

She laughed nervously, fiddling with her fingers. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"I don't need the ability to hear your heartbeat to know that that was a lie."

Putting her hand on her forehead, Trinity shook her head in disbelief. "I need to sit down."

"Honestly, I don't care if you sit, stand, or kneel. What the hell is your father, and how do you know about us?"

She shrugged her shoulders, avoiding his gaze to the best of her ability. "Look, I said I don't know what you are talking about."

"Why did you move here?"

"I wish I knew. But if you're going to continue barricading me in classrooms for information that I can't give you, your questions are going to remain unanswered for a long time."

The curly blonde shook his head in refusal. "You see, I'm not good at being patient. We need answers, and you're going to give it to us."

From behind something hit her in the head, her eyes rolling in the back of her head from the excruciating pain. "Erica! Why'd you hit her so hard?"

"Isn't she a werewolf?"

"No, you i***t!"

Trinity wasn't sure how long had passed but when she woke up, she was in a dark room. The walls were metal and the bed definitely wasn't a tempurpedic. "You're awake." Isaac breathed out in relief. "Derek would've killed us if he came home and saw you passed out."

The blonde girl let out a harsh groan, the back of her head was pounding and she could feel blood trickling down the back of her neck. "Did you have to hit me? All you had to do was ask me to come with you. I could have a concussion, or brain damage because of you."

Isaac walked close to Trinity, his blue eyes searching her own. "Your eyes are focused, your words aren't slurred, you're fine."

She rolled her eyes. "Thank you, Dr. Lahey. Nice to know my health is up to your standards." She sardonically snapped at him, using her now untied hands to swat his hand off of her clammy head. "Why are you touching me?"

"You're bleeding."

"That's my bodies way of telling me that somebody hit me over the head with wood." Trinity grunts unpleasantly, gently taking her hair out of its ponytail. The hair grip wasn't even tight, but any sort of relief was a blessing to relieve the pressure on her scalp. "And right now, it's pointing to you and that blonde chick."

"Erica." She offered, her jaws chewing loudly on a piece of pink bubblegum. Weither she knew or not, she had red lipstick in her teeth, but out of spite for knocking her out, Trinity withheld that information to herself.

Derek strolled in seconds later, present in a white wife beater and black jeans. "Trinity." He stiffly greeted. "Funny you're here."

"Just hilarious."

"We have some work to be done, but right after I'm done with that, you'll have my undivided attention."

Trinity stood up and away from the dirty ground of the small abandoned trailer, wiping her hands on her butt to remove the dirt. "What am I supposed to do?"

Derek walked over to the other side of the small area. "Watch, and spot the weaknesses." Directing his gaze to Isaac. "Come at me." He instructed.

Not even bother to object to the command, Isaac ran forward, leaping over a pile of rubbish and landing with an impressive front flip. He continue, not pausing long enough to loose his well-built momentum, jumping off a round table, landing on a latter-like beam, and jumped in Derek only to be pushed to the ground without much effort.

Isaac tried again, doing the same approach over and over again, to the point where Derek didn't even have to think about what Isaac was going to do, it was so repetitive that it was predictable.

Going for the element of surprise, Erica jumped down on Derek from a overhead beam, but even she was thrown to the ground.

Derek looked at the two teenagers, sighing in displeasure. "Does anyone what to try not being completely predictable?"

Trinity has almost felt bad for Erica when she jumped into Derek's arms, kissing him fiercely. The sound of their lips clashing together made her groan in disgust, then groan again because of the pain in her head. But Erica's moment was short-lived when her superior threw her off him and wiped his lips as if he was disgusted. "That's the last time you do that."

"Why?" She panted from the ground, her blonde curls unruly and all over her face. "Because I'm a beta?"

"Because you're pathetic." The blonde snorted, not expecting to be heard.

"I was going to say because I have someone else in mind for you, but her answer works just as well."

Isaac stayed on the ground, his body covered in a very visible sheen of sweat. "Are we done? Because not only do we still have to interrogate that kangaroo over there, but I have about a hundred bones that need a few hours to heal."

Trinity could tell by the familiar faux-sympathetic look on Derek's face that his intentions, when he walked over to Isaac was anything but pure. "A hundred and one." Isaac's loud shout of pain sounded and the blonde flinched as she watched Derek brake his arm mercilessly. "You think I'm teaching you how to fight? I'm teaching you how to survive."

Erica, Boyd, and Trinity stared at the scene before them in fear. She hadn't known Derek long but with each encounter he hadn't ever spoken to her in such a way. "Derek let him go." Trinity softly pleads, taking in Isaac's scared eyes. "He's only sixteen."

Pausing to look back at her, Derek pushed Isaac away from him, stalking towards the blonde. "You're dismissed, go home. Trin and I have some unfinished business to attend to."

"No, no. We have absolutely no business to attend to, unless that means taking me home. Then we definitely have business." His large hand covered her mouth and he carried her into another room, one with seats like on a bus.

"Sit." Derek commanded, his arms bulging as he sat down. "Something killed Isaac's dad. I have no idea what it is, but I have to check all possible threats."

"Threats?" Trinity repeated slowly. "You can't possibly think my dad and I are killing these people, can you?"

Derek remained still, his expression stoic and unreadable. "I don't know what to think, other that the moment you two came into town, you've been very fishy. I don't like that and since I have this uneasy feeling about a giant lizard creature, I have to train my pack everything I know as fast as I can teach them."

"Wait, you're breaking your betas arms like you did with Isaac so you could teach them what to expect when fighting this giant lizard creature thing."

With pursed lips and dull green eyes, Derek sighed. "Pretty much."

"No offense, but that's not a very good technique."

"And you would know better?"

"Actually yes," Derek's green eyes pierced into her, question lacing the vibrant color. "You see, when I lived in Australia my mom used to take me into our basement where we had this room filled with guns, knives, flash grenades, bows and arrows, the whole shebang."

"Why did you have all of those things?"

Trinity shrugged her shoulders. "My dad used to sell firearms to the government. He stopped when we moved here, but they let him keep most of the accessories legally."

"He's a hunter?"

Neatly plucked eyebrows furrowed, finding familiarity to the term. "Retired. He used to say he was going hunting with some of his buddies, but it was only on a full moon."

"I think I know why you moved all of a sudden."

"Why?" She asked slowly, her full attention focused on the werewolf before her.

"Hunters go by a code, if you're bitten by a wolf then you have to kill your self before you turn. When I came to your house, your dad had a strong scent that I can only pin up to an alpha werewolf. It's a possibility that his hunter friends found out about what he is and tried to kill him."

Trinity's hands shakily rose to cover her mouth, holding in the cry that was begging to come through. "My mom died of an animal attack. I was at my best friend, Macy's house and I got a call the next morning that my mom was found maimed in my house. The only logical answer for the attack was an animal."

"Trinity—"

She raised a free hand,l effectively cutting him off. "I want to go home."

Derek stood up quickly, pulling her back into him. "I have to make sure that you aren't the kanima."

"Well your science experiment is going to have to wait." Trinity spun around on the balls of her heels, making her way out of the rusty, dank smelling train.

Derek followed her quickly, the sound of her jingling keys in the still space. "Fine. Here's the keys to your car."

Trinity stared warily at Derek's much larger, much tanner hand. Hesitantly, she plucked the silver key ring from them. With an awkward wave, Trinity left the loft and entered her Range Rover. A odd slimy film attached itself on the blondes hand. She leaned into the dashboard to get a tissue to wipe the substance. "Ew, what the hell?"

Throwing the —now wet napkin into the passenger seat. Trinity pulled her key from the party of keys it inserted it into the ignition. Her Range Rover came to life, it's clean purr the only sound heard as she drove home perfectly fine.

Isaac and Derek stood in the window. "She's fine." Isaac spoke, blue eyes wide as he watched her drive away. "That's not possible. Trinity wasn't even in Beacon Hills when the killings first took place."

The Alpha stepped back from the window leaving his beta alone. "She may not be the kanima, but she's something and this isn't exactly the time for us to have unknown supernaturals running around."

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"You're late," Sam dryly pointed out, his brown eyes peaking out from under the bill he was reading.

Without answering, Trinity placed her backpack on the couch. "Sorry, I had a study group after school. For extra credit."

"Why would you need extra credit? You just moved here."

Thinking fast, Trinity smoothly lied. "I'm not very confident in a test that's coming up, so I thought it'd be a good idea to boost up my grade more than I need just incase."

Sam stared at her before nodding in approval. "That's very responsible of you, but I expect you to get at a B on the test, any lower and there will be consequences. You understand?"

"Yes Sam, I understand." Trinity glanced longingly at the steps that led to where her room was. "May I be excused?"

Wordlessly, Sam waved his hand dismissing her to leave. Not wasting anytime, she ran to her room locking the door quickly. She took a shower to wash off all of the filth that she had accumulated from being in the dirty area Derek had resided.

As she laid down to sleep, and in her tired stupor, completely missed the elegant figure in all white sitting beside her bed. "Sweet Trinity, my little Angel."