Catching Feelings

Chapter 12

Chapter 12: Something Big

[ Trinity ]

Her head was pounding, like a drum being beat over and over again.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Trinity's blue eyes were timid as they darted from tree to tree. It was dark out, the moon was the only source of light, illuminating the night sky with its foggy brilliance.

The leaves on the ground were damp from the dew that had just set hours earlier. She was running around the woods with twigs in her hair and a cut on her cheek, but she couldn't stop.

It was like a calling, a uncomfortable tugging that seemed to get stronger the more she followed what her body was calling for. Her feet moved quicker, numb from the cold so it didn't hurt when a twig or two embedded itself into her bare feet.

Trinity could see it now, the bright white light just barely kissing through the trees to tease her eyes that were watering from the cold air drying out her eyes. She blinked quickly, trying to clear her foggy vision and take in the sight before her.

The tug in her chest was strong, it was so tight that she felt like she couldn't breathe, but when she finally broke through the dense trees she was there and the light consumed her. The pain was gone and she felt at peace, now she could breathe and the air tasted sweet.

A loud sound shook Trinity from her dream, her head snapping up from her desk as she hastily fixed her hair. "Am I boring you, Ms, Mitchell?"

"No sir, I was just really tired."

"Well if you're that tired, go down to the office instead of staying my class and wasting my time."

Trinity nodded bashfully, allowing her blonde hair to cover the rising color that stained her tan cheeks.

Only two more hours.

She was in her fourth period, with minutes left on the clock that had been stripped from the red hand that moved constantly, giving herself and some of the other student something to stare at as the time ticked by.

History was her least favorite subject, which was probably why she fell asleep. Following along with the other students, she packed up her things and stuffed them in her backpack.

Trinity wasn't in a rush to make it to Chemistry, so she trudged slowly to the class, doing whatever she could to procrastinate in getting to the class where all the wild things were.

Werewolves, she thought. She grew out on the horrifying stories of the magical beast that could change from human to wolf. As a child, her father would come into her room just before bed and tell her the stories of how he was the sneaky savior that protected people from danger and pain, but now he was the root of hers.

Eventually, Trinity pulled out of the memory and came to face reality. She walked to her assigned lab table and waited for her lab partner to sit on the seat beside her.

Trinity paid little attention to whatever Mr. Harris was babbling on about in his usual monotone voice that showed he could've been anything but a teacher spilling his knowledge to students who couldn't give a crap.

The pencil in her hand tapped against the notebook before her as she remembered the dream she had during history. It was then that she realized how real it felt, the air sending goosebumps up her skin. Her feet crunching on the leaves that shattered from the extensive weight that they weren't built to carry. "Hey, partner."

Trinity looked beside her to see Isaac Lahey, his lips lifted in a smug smirk that Trinity wanted to smack off of his face. She wasn't a violent person, but this school was turning her into something that she didn't want to become in her little time of attending there. "I thought I told you to get away from me."

"You did, I just don't follow your rules."

"You seem to follow Derek's just fine. Kidnapping, seems like a nice addition to the record that you've set up for yourself."

"I didn't kill my dad," Isaac whispered to her, understanding that he was referring to his arrest that people were still talking about. "—the kanima did."

Trinity pursed her lips, lazily scribbling the directions to the lab that they were preforming on her paper as she copied it from the board. "Oh right, the giant lizard creature that you and your friends seem to think I turn into. Maybe next time I become it, I'll strangle you with my tail."

"This isn't funny, Trinity. Derek's worried, he doesn't know who it is. It could be anyone, you, your dad, it could even be Mr. Harris."

"I don't know anything, but if you're so desperate for information, maybe you should be asking the red-head over there, seeing as she had me spend my entire night decrypting a thousand pages of Archaic Latin."

Trinity was already doing most of the project of trying to make a crystal out of the chemicals before them, seeing as Isaac had no idea what was going on, she took matters into her own hands and started the experiment. She added the necessary ingredients in the correct amounts that were listed in her notebook. "What?"

Before Trinity could explain further, the timer on Mr. Harris' desk buzzed loudly. "Switch!" He announced, and Isaac was forced to leave.

"So, what were you and Isaac talking about?" The pale boy with short hair asked, his hands eager to touch the concoction that seemed to be going as planned.

Trinity moved the vial out of the way before he could ruin her work. "We were having a lovely conversation about petrol prices."

Stiles twitched, not expecting her to be so hostile with him. "Just so you know, in America, we call it gasoline."

"Just so you know, I don't care. And please tell your friends to stop staring at me in the hallway, whatever is going on with you guys that isn't normal, leave me out of it."

"As much as we'd love to do that, we can't. You're involved, because my friend Scott said you smell different from the average human and that means you could be something dangerous."

Trinity's hands tightened around the vial she was shaking lightly to stir the ingredients. "I'm about to become something dangerous if you guys can't keep your noses out of areas where they don't belong."

"Isaac and Erica kidnapped you," Stiles took notice of the shocked look on Trinity's face and quickly dismissed it. "—I watched them take you."

"And you didn't think that maybe you should've stopped them?"

Stiles pursed his lips, frowning quickly as he shrugged his plaid covered shoulders. "I did think about it, but then I realized that they were probably doing what Scott and I were going to do anyway and decided that it'd be killing two birds with one stone."

"Well if you must know, they tried to see if I was that freak animal you guys keep badgering me about. And I'm not, so leave me alone."

"Switch."

Stiles gathered his book and walked away, turning in his seat to see Trinity sitting by Scott. "You're not the kanima, but you're something."