ISSUES
TWO | DAWSON
❝II. IN A SENTENCE.❞

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SIGHING, DAWSON SHOVED HIS PHONE INSIDE OF HIS LONG COAT. Throughout the whole phone call, he had to put on an awkward ear-to-ear grin as people who would pass by him would send him a look of worry, alongside a look of sympathy; only because the volume must of been too loud that they could hear whatever Ivy was yelling about through the cell phone. He rolled his eyes at his 'friend's' childish actions and tried to shrug it off, shifting uncomfortably in his place, before fixing his coat and following closely to the place that he thought he had last seen his friends moving towards. He is currently looking for his friends who are now nowhere to be seen; somewhat, they all have suddenly disappeared. His grin faltered; he must of had lost track of them when Ivy dialed him. He ran a hand over his face as he breathed out a loud sigh.

"I think that they might have left you behind," a feminine voice spoke from behind the teenager, his body flinched at the sudden approaching of the familiar voice; soon realizing it belonged to the one and only, Ivy.

"God, Ivy, you can't stand living a moment without scaring the living hell out of me, can you?!" Dawson exclaimed, rolling his eyes slightly as he bent down to pick up his phone that has fallen when Ivy approached him. "So you are no longer stuck in a traffic, huh? — and I thought you ran out of gas?"

"No, I am still stuck in a traffic — who else might be standing in front of you?" Ivy sarcastically replied, pointing a finger behind of her, as if she was pointing at the traffic that had disappeared through the distance. Sighing, Ivy started to explain, "Well, I wouldn't of been stuck in a traffic if not because of you and the rest. Whatever, though, I left the car in the traffic and followed you here. You were right, it was getting quite boring."

               "Well, we didn't want to mi— did you just say that you left your car in the middle of the fucking road? That is gonna cause more traffic problems!" Dawson pointed out, his eyes widening at Ivy's actions, but she somehow did not seem to care.

               "Oops?"

               Sighing, Dawson decided to not carry on with the dialogue any longer, knowing that it'll not be changing any decisions that had already been taken. "Whatever, let's just hurry up so we could catch up with the others."

                Not so long after; Dawson and Ivy caught the sight of the other teenagers, all standing in the center of the vast meadow, enclosing a large area of both tall trees and dying trees that had a few leafs flying amongst the violently whistling wind and crushing beneath the weight of their heavy footsteps. Before they could proceed a thing, Tobias strolled over to Ivy and Dawson.

               "There you are!" Tobias' voice filled in the gapes of silence, as the rest of the teenagers' eyes followed his gaze towards Dawson and Ivy. "We have been looking for you everywhere,"

              "It appears so—" Ivy sarcastically remarked, dramatically rolling her eyes as she tucked her hands in her jean's pockets. "Where are Scott and Kira?"

               "Not so sure about that — but I, Meg and Diego can track down their scent; werewolves can catch up to that bike in no time," Tobias suggested, smiling sheepishly as his eyes looked around to look over Diego and Maegan, and they both nodded. Now, they were awaiting for the rest of their pack to make up their minds about their sudden suggestions. Oddly enough, they didn't seem to mind it, as they all nodded in agreement.

                    The trio had been running through the forest, which was just off to the right of the main highway Scott McCall was racing down. Thanks to the incident which occurred many years back — although to Diego, felt like a week or two had passed — the teenagers had a helping hand when it came to 'hunting' someone down. They had abilities which allowed them to keep up with the speed of a vehicle. They can hear conversations from afar, words ricochet through one ear and out the other. They can track down scents from miles away, stiffing in the familiar, unlikely scents of their next target. Their eyes glowing different electric colors as reds and yellows — something deadly hidden behind the cloak of their eyes; their real grief and emotions, all trapped within them as claws protruded from their fingertips, and fangs overtaking their misshapen teeth.

     Following right behind, Dawson, Ivy and Tindra tried to catch up to their friends as fast as possible. Moments later — after the untamable groaning of how her legs hurt her from walking; it was safe to say that Ivy was not having the greatest of time at the moment. She regrets not staying back in the vehicle while she had the chance to. Soon enough, they caught the sight of the trio, all somehow fighting off two vile, frightening creatures that were somehow in a state of werewolves' form. While Kira, somehow falling on the ground, as if someone was shoving her harshly.

     So Dawson got curious — and frightened. His friends seemed to be fighting off someone, and as much as he was planning on staying away from trouble, they were his friends. And he has to help them, no matter what it takes. Tindra had already ran over to help Tobias and Meg, who were badly infected and bruised. Fear was recognizable within their features as they proceeded their hardest not to panic.

                     Dawson approached a tree branch that was randomly thrown on the ground, and held it closer to him — in act of defending himself — , anxiety and nervousness taking over every cell of his body. Doubt lurking in the back of his mind. He wasn't a great fighter, was he anything supernaturally related. He was gifted, yes, but not physically gifted. He was the weakest amongst his pack, at least, that's how he felt like. He started walking, wiping away a few rain drops that fell on his face as he got closer. However, his actions were interrupted shortly after.

          "Seriously, Dawson?" Ivy crossed her arms over her chest, a brow raising as she dramatically rolled her eyes. "Stop wiping away rain drops, and hurry up; you are making that sound over-dramatic — and why the hell are holding up a tree branch?"

         "Oh! — Well, Sorry, Ivy, that my 'actions' of trying to help our friends are bothering you. Unless you are planning on to help, staying silent would be a huge favor done by you." He addressed, but when he saw how none of his words were affecting the petite brunette — as she was staring challengingly back at Dawson —, he found himself suddenly dropping the tree branch, letting it mindlessly fall from his grasp — all of a sudden forgetting all about his friends and only wanting to argue Ivy.

                    Ivy kneeled down and took a hold of the tree branch, then clutched it within her palm, prior to handing it back to Dawson. "Listen, we can have this talk all day, but I think our friends do need a little help." Ivy reminded, pointing at the teenagers that are being thrown in different variety of directions. Dawson once again snapped out to reality and hurriedly walked over towards their direction. He gulped down his fear, You got this. Dawson whispered to himself, nevertheless, the unsettling, sinking feeling in his stomach told him otherwise.

            "Let's go." Ivy affirmed rather quickly, wanting to fasten up the process to get to her friends. "Oh, and, by the way, I'm only putting my life to danger just for our friends, not for them."
   

            Dawson followed by closely, and tried to defend Scott, by swinging the branch around and then holding it up high, prior to letting it land upon the back of the creature's head. The response he has received was a loud groan, and before he could realize what was happening — he was shoved away next to Tobias' body with just a yank of the werewolf's arm.

            A gasp escaped Dawson's mouth at the sight of Tobias, he was thrown at the ground with a big cut forming and growing on his forehead every second passing. Blood splayed across his features. The corner of his lip and nose bleeding profusely, his eyes closed. Ivy rushed over to Tobias, taking off her jacket as she started to torn the sleeve open, covering the cut on Tobias' forehead, then trying to help her friend stand up. She gasped as a trembling hand covered her own mouth. But the frantic sobbing and swearing were a distant ringing despite their proximity. Her eyelids didn't shut when tears threatened to spill from her waterline.

            For a second, Dawson thought the life of Scott McCall was being whisked away from him by the werewolf — as the claws of the creature seemed to be glowing blue, stuck inside of the lower chest of Scott —, but nevertheless, Dawson turned his head to take a look upon the source of the unbearable groaning, his eyes widening in surprise when he notices that it's the creature that's groaning this time. Scott rested his palm upon the creature's wrist, prior to twisting his arm, resulting in a chilling echo of a breaking bone that didn't fail to make Dawson cringe.

             Standing up, Scott shot glares towards the creature, prior speaking, "I don't know who are you or what you thought you were going to do, but I will give you a choice; you can stay and I will break something else, or, you can run."

            The creature seemed to be hesitated, as his gaze was settled upon the other three teenagers that seemingly had just arrived; lining up beside each other's, as a brunette guy announced, "I'd run."

          Within seconds; the werewolf stood up, holding his now broken arm that was stained with blood as well and staggered away, growling almost sadly and angrily as he retreated.

          "Coward." Tobias muttered, groaning. Ivy quickly looked over her friend as a grin was forming on her lips, hugging him tightly.

          The group of teenagers gathered around, as the brunette guy whom was speaking earlier walked towards the two males and a girl, helping them up. They all looked over the werewolf who had shifted into his human form. They all gave him a suspicious and uneasy glances, prior him speaking.

         "You don't remember me, do you?" The guy asked, his question was obviously directed towards the other teenagers whom Dawson and Ivy had never spoken to before, until tonight. With a faint smile, The guy pointed out. "I guess I look a little different since the fourth grade."

          "Theo?" Scott questioned, his eyes widening, surprised.

          "You know him?" The short haired girl asked, curiosity hinted in her tune.

          "They used to," the Guy responded instead of Scott, then continued, "Trust me, I never thought I would see you guys again. A couple of months ago, I heard of an Alpha in Beacon Hills. When I found out his name was Scott McCall, I just couldn't believe it." He explained, his gaze wandering around the place for a second, then continued, "And not just an Alpha, but a true Alpha."

          Ivy though, completely uninterested, kept twirling pieces of her hair in between her fingers, then whispering to Tobias, "This is getting boring, I say you and I should try to ditch them, what do you think?"

     "What do you want?" Scott questioned — more of snapped.

     "I came back home to Beacon Hills. Back home with my family, because I want to be a part of your pack."

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          The group of teenagers walked their way towards Beacon Hills High, Dawson and Tobias enjoying the company, while Ivy was bored out by the rambling of the two male friends.

          "We haven't seen this kid in years. Don't you find that highly suspicious?" Stiles exclaimed, pointing out everything to his friend Scott.

          "I'm kind of more concerned about the guy who just tried to kill me." Scott admitted, eyeing his friend then focusing again on the road.

         They have all stopped in front of the High School, before entering, the short haired girl deciding to ask the question by which the rest had seemingly forgotten to question. She stopped in traces, her eyebrows frowning as she spun over to face them, causing the rest to stop.

          "Who are you?" The tall brunette girl with short hair asked, moving closer to them so she could get a better look. The question wasn't exactly directed to anyone but the three; Ivy, Diego and Dawson — considering the fact that the rest attend the same schools as them.

          "I'm Dawson," Dawson introduced, shoving away Tobias and Ivy, sticking his hand out for her to shake, and Malia tentatively shook it, her lips pressed into a thin line. It was a strange encounter, she would say, and she already wasn't enjoying their company. A weird feeling of uneasiness seeped through Malia's system as she had a feeling that the three teenagers are bad news. Nevertheless, she spoke, "Malia."

          "Alright," another guy who seemed to be younger drew all of the attention towards himself, "I'm Liam, and you?" His question was directed to Ivy, which was still having her gaze focused on her ex-boyfriend. But soon snapped to reality when Tobias shook her shoulders.

          "What?" Ivy snapped, turning her full attention to them.

          "What's your name?" Liam questioned once again, "Mine is Liam, it's nice to meet you."

          "I don't like you. I'm not going to tell you."

          "Well, that's a new one," Kira sneered, chuckling slightly, but soon stopped when Ivy glanced at her.

          "Her name is Ivy, she is friendly," Tobias announced, and introduced them to the rest.

          "Yeah, she seems extremely friendly," the brunette guy who introduced himself as Stiles earlier sarcastically remarked, his tone dragging at extremely.

          "I have been told."

          Malia's phone vibrated, as Malia eagerly yet worriedly checked her message, but soon her worried expression morphed into a big grin.

          "I'm in, I passed!" Malia announced, with an even a bigger grin on her mouth, as everyone congratulated her. "I'm officially a senior."

          A few seconds later, Dawson could hold the gaze of Maegan and Tindra, with an unfamiliar girl walking amongst them. "Thank God!" The unfamiliar girl exclaimed, walking hurriedly towards the group, Tindra and Maegan following behind her. "Where have you guy been? The whole senior class is here." The girl acknowledged, eyeing the unfamiliar teenagers but then smiling, "Are we doing this or not?" The teenagers nodded their heads, following closely as they walked in groups — while Ivy, Dawson and Diego decided to wait outside since they do not attend the other's school.

          "Hey, Ivy? What about your car?"

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

such a crappy ending im the worst, but hey! I have finally updated after going on a hiatus for so long.

so ivy is basically the devil but she is also very misunderstood so be prepared to die loving-hating her (--:

again, im the worst

but that was the longest chapter i have ever written yet, i feel proud