Catching Feelings

Chapter 4

Chapter 4: I Just Fell

[ Trinity ]

This new school was weird, it had different customs than the ones Trinity was used to back in Australia. The guy who hit on her, Jackson, whose name she'd found out from Lydia Martin, his ex-girlfriend at lunch when she'd been invited to sit with her and Allison. "What happened to your cheek?" Allison curiously asked, moving blonde hair from her face. Scott stood beside his brunette, his attention now focused on the newest addition to Beacon Hills.

Trinity backed away before any of them could get a proper look. "I fell down some stairs when I was doing laundry. I misinterpreted how many steps were there and took a tumble."

Scott looked at her with furrowed brows, his puppy dog like brown eyes focusing on her critically. "You're lying." He stated, he moved closer to Trinity, lifting her hair like Allison had done a moment ago.

She resisted his touch, moving completely away from them. "I just fell. It's not that big of a deal."

"Say it again. Slower." Trinity stared at the taller boy weirdly, his questions confusing her.

"I fell down the stairs, I'm perfectly fine." She complied, slowly answering breaking the eye contact at the final two words. Allison gripped Scott's hand, pulling him closer to her. "Trust me."

"Just leave her alone Scott, if she says she's fine, then okay. She's fine." Allison assured, nodding in agreement. A soothing smile on her face to help calm Trinity down from Scott's episode.

Without another word, the blonde left the couple and walked to her next class, trying her best to avoid them and the group of friends that they kept. She didn't want all of them nagging on her about where her bruises came from. She preferred to stay away from people so things like this wouldn't happen.

Prevent is better than cure.

Trinity unwillingly went to her fifth hour class, the last one of the day thankfully. I sat through the class period, zoning out from time to time and dodging questions easily by pretending to be working on assignments, when in reality she was passing time by doodling.

Class dismissed and the final bell rung, the female all but ran to her car to drive home. Throughout the prolonged day, all she'd been thinking about was all the Netflix she could watch after she finished her chores.

The happy thought was brought to an end all too suddenly when she actually reached her car and saw Scott, Allison, and Stiles leaning against the sleek black metal of the new Range Rover. "Is there something you need?" Trinity monotonously asked, side-stepping Scott so she could open the door.

He moved but stayed close by, his intention to prevent her from driving away suddenly. "Yes, actually. There is." She waited expectantly to hear what he had to say, praying he'd just let go with talking about the stupid bruises "I know you were lying to me earlier. You got those bruises from somewhere and I would like to know where from."

"Why does it even matter Scott?"

Scott took a moment to share a fleeting look with his girlfriend and Stiles. "There's been a few murders and—"

Trinity cut him off with an astonished laugh that was completely humorless. "Wait a moment, I just moved here. Do you honestly think I would be able to plan a bunch of murders? I'm a seventeen year old girl, I'm supposed to be worrying about weither my phone bill is paid every month, not if some stupid group teenagers thinks I'm committing murders." The blonde got into her car, locking the doors on instinct. "What are you guys going finagling with the whole investigation anyway? Isn't that what the sheriff is for? Protecting the town."

Stiles nodded from the passenger door, speaking to her from the window she'd had just rolled down one-fourth of the way. "I bet he would if he knew what he was looking for."

"Who." Trinity corrects, and the trio staring at her in confusion. "Who he's looking for, not what."

"No, I meant what." Allison smacked Stiles chest, and the lanky boy rubbed the spot she hit.

Trinity turned the car on fully, trying her best to control the look she wanted to give. "You guys are crazy."

"You will be too, soon enough." Stiles retorted.

"It's not up to you to choose how fast my mental process develops."

Stiles opened his mouth to respond, but Scott cut him off with a stern look. "Trinity, we're trying to help you, but we can't if you keep pushing us away."

"I don't even know you, of course I'm going to push you away."

"Just trust me, we can help you." Allison, pleads.

"Has it ever occurred to you that I might not want your help?" With that, she backed out of the school parking lot leaving the three teenagers standing there to watch the car drive away.