[07] Chapter Seven

A Reckless Heart

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Clara followed behind Stiles as he walked towards the mechanic repairman who was currently working on his jeep which was on a car lift. Apparently when Stiles was at Boyd's house, Erica knocked him out and ripped out his starter from the car. So here they were now, at the mechanic shop. Clara had no idea why she decided to tag along but she just needed something to take her mind off of the whole Scott vs Derek fight.

"What do you think you're doing?" Stiles asked the mechanic, irritated, "All I needed was a starter."

"Yeah, but it looks like your whole exhaust system has got to be replaced here."" The mechanic stated, continuing to drill whatever part into the car.

Stiles clenched his jaw, "Why do I get the feeling you're slightly over - estimating the damage?"

"It's probably gonna run you around like twelve - hundred parts and labor." He added. Clara knew this guy was a total sleezeball, probably thinking he could scam Stiles into giving him a few couple extra hundred.

"Are you kidding? This thing doesn't have a catalytic converter. And yes, I know what a catalytic converter is." Stiles mocked, changing his voice tone to where it was deeper. Stiles was exactly the most, masculine guy to say the least, so Clara herself was surprised that he even knew what a catalytic converter was.

The mechanic stopped drilling and looked down at Stiles, cocking an eyebrow at him, "Do you know what a limited slip differential is?"

".....No."

"Yeah, coming on more like fifteen - hundred." The mechanic remarked as he continued working on the jeep. That was until he smirked slightly and rested his eyes on Clara, "But if you don't have the money, there are other ways you could pay me." His lingering eyes looked up and down at Clara's body.

Clara smiled, an obvious fake tight lipped smile, "Sorry, not for sale, asshole."

"Okay. Just finish. I'll be back here." Stiles huffed in annoyance while him and Clara walked back into the waiting room. But he started to mumble in anger, "Seething with impotent rage."

But when Stiles reached out and grasp the knob, he reeled his hand back in disgust, a slippery and slimy substance coated on his hand, "Oh. Nice. It's real sanitary. Quality establishment you're running here!"

Clara dipped her finger into the thick slippery substance, "That's revolting." She mumbled.

The two walked into the waiting room, towards the chairs, until they stopped to look at a photo hanging on the wall. It was of the mechanic in his high school days as the lacrosse captain.

"Of course." Stiles muttered as him and Clara sat side-by-side in the chair. After a few moments of silence, Stiles looked over at Clara with an apologetic smile, "I'm sorry about the whole fight thing that happened with Derek at the ice rink."

Clara let out a deep breath, tapping her foot, "He's changing into a different person ever since he became an Alpha. I don't see him the same anymore."

"Power can change a person." Stiles added. He then stood up and looked out the window, "How long is this gonna take?" He grumbled to himself.

Stiles dug into his pocket and pulled out his phone, most likely to text his dad to tell him that it would take longer than usually, but his fingers started to tremble.

Clara stood up, looking at Stiles with worried expression, "Stiles, are you okay?"

He didn't response and his hands started to shake more and more to the point where his phone fell to the ground. The two teenagers looked out the window and saw a reptilian hand with thick claws out placed on the jeep.

"Hey. Hey! Hey!" Stiles yelled out loudly before falling onto the floor, face down.

Clara opened her mouth to yell but a eradicate type of tingle started in her hands and started to spread up her arms and down her body. Suddenly she couldn't feel her entire body; Clara let out a yelp of pain before falling onto the floor, falling on her back next to Stiles. From the corner of her eye, she saw smoke rise from a slashed pipe and the mechanic on the floor, the lift that held the car slowly descend.

"Call....police." Clara chocked out. This was probably the worst feeling in the moment. The feeling was paralyzation , a painful tingle that spread through the body. Her chest was tightening and her breaths were harsh yet desperate, Clara's lungs feeling as though it was collapsing.

The werewolf adverted her eyes and saw Stiles trying to type in the number 9-1-1 but couldn't. From outside the waiting room, the lift was lowering down on the mechanic and both teenagers screwed their eyes shut, not wanting to see what was going to happen next. They heard the lift stop and Clara listened in, hearing the mechanic's heart stop almost immediately.

That's when a face, a horrifying face, popped up behind the glass door and growled, the sound like a wild animal. The skin was lizard-like and the eyes were lifeless, slinted and yellow like a snake's.

"9-1-1, what is your emergency?"

"I told you, we just - we walked in and we saw the jeep on top of the guy, that's all." Stiles repeated the cover-up story he was currently giving to his father. Stiles sat in between his dad and Clara in the back of an ambulance, him and Clara just getting done with their examination.

"What's wrong with your hand?" Sheriff Stilinski asked his son, noticing that he kept shaking and wiggling his hand, like he was trying to shake something off.

"Nothing. Look, can we just go now." Stiles asked agitated.

"Look, if there's something you don't think you can tell me -"

"You think we're lying-"

"No, of course not. I'm just worried about you. About both of you." The Sheriff said to the shaken up teenagers, "Now, if you saw someone do this, if you're afraid that maybe they're gonna come back and make sure you don't say anything about it -"

"We didn't see anything." Clara polity interrupted, "Can we go, please?"

"Sure. But not in your jeep." The sheriff stepped off the ambulance but elaborated once he saw his son's eyes almost bulging out of its sockets, "We're gonna have to impound it. Sorry kid, evidence. I'll see you at home."

Stiles groaned, "All right, well, at least make sure they wash it."

She looked over at him, "Do you want me to call Tate? He can give you a ride home."

"No, I already texted Scott, he should be here any-" A familiar car then pulled up, "minute. Like right now."

Clara nodded as the two got into Scott's car, Clara in the front while Stiles was in the back, popping his head in between Scott and Clara, "You okay?"

"Yeah. You were right. It's not like you. I mean, its eyes were almost like, reptilian. But there was something about them." Stiles explained slowly and carefully.

"What do you mean?"

She sighed, glancing back at Stiles before looking back at Scott, "You know when you see, like, a friend in a Halloween mask, but all you can actually see are their eyes and you feel like you know 'em but you just can't figure out who it is?"

Scott looked at the two with a questionable look, "Are you saying you two know who it is?"

"No." Clara sighed again in frustration, "But we think it knew us."

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While Clara did spent the night sleep deprived, mostly because she kept replaying the image of what ever lizard creature was at the garage, but also because of Tate. For a while now, Tate's been acting more than weird. He's seems conflicted about something and it seems like he's hiding something from her. But Clara kept reminding herself that Tate would never keep something from her.

One thing that's been on her mind constantly was Derek. Her oh so infamous boyfriend was being more mysterious than usual. In order to move past this whole "Alpha Phase", they had to at least try to talk about their relationship like any other normal couple would do.

So here she was now, walking done the stairs that led to the abandoned train station that Derek and his pack were staying at currently. She walked down the stairs as quiet as possible since they could be having a training meeting and Clara most definitely didn't want to interrupt that pow-wow.

But half way down the stairs, Clara looked over towards the train and froze, feeling her blood run cold.

There, in the center of the room while in front of the train, was Erica having her legs wrapped around Derek and kissing him. And the worst part.

He was kissing back.

Clara felt her lungs collapse as she quickly ran up the stairs and back outside. Once she got into the car and drove off, her mind started to wander to dark corners. Derek, her supposed boyfriend, kissing another girl and none other than his beta. A millions thoughts were running through her head that pained her to even think.

Her trembling hands clenched onto the steering wheels as her chest heaved in panic. It came to the point where Clara had to stop the car. She didn't give a damn that she stopped her car in the middle of the road. All Clara could feel was betrayal and the worst kind of pain.

Heartbreak.

That's when the tears came and suddenly she couldn't stop. Clara sat in her car, sobbing while cursing herself.

"I should have never been with him! I let my guard down and this happens! I should have never been with him at all or even have been close to him. This is all my fault!" Clara thought to herself, her face becoming puffy already.

Ever since her parent's death Clara has kept in the back of her mind that caring and love will led to only heartbreak. She told herself that she would not give a damn about anything anymore.

But then Derek shows up and everything changes and suddenly it was worth taking the risk of being broken all over again.

But Clara regrets it, boy does she regret it. She regrets lowering down her walls and letting Derek in. It was a stupid and childish decision.

But she never listens.

And now here she is, sitting in her car, and sobbing her eyes out, feeling dreadful and broken.

Clara's paying the price of having a reckless heart.

....don't hate me too much for this. Yes, Clara has seen Derek CHEAT (he cheated by kissing Erica) on her with Erica and it will lead to a bunch of self-hatred for many reasons.

Next chapter will determine whether they stay together or not!!

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~ ~ ~ ~ Monrox (Kate)