Sea Nymph in Beacon Hills

Secrets Revealed

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A few days later, at the game, people were cheering as Stiles rushes through the parking lot. He glances back. Then stops when he sees Lydia sitting in her parked car. Tissues at her eyes, she's crying. "Oh, not now, not now." Gerard's keys in his hand, he tries to keep going toward the school. But then turns back, unable to resist. The moment Lydia notices him approaching, she raises the window. "Lydia? What's wrong?"

"Just go away. I don't need anyone seeing me cry." It must've been something serious, which was why he wanted to see what was the matter. 

"Lydia, come on!" But she won't lower the window or answer. "You shouldn't care if anyone sees you cry. Especially you."

"Why?" She wanted to know his reason, so Stiles comes closer to the window so he doesn't need to yell.

"Because you're beautiful when you cry." Lydia scowls at him. But then... the window begins to lower. Stiles leans in at Lydia's car window.

"You're going to think I'm crazy," she started, though the teenage boy didn't care at this point. 

"Lydia, if you trust me on anything, trust me on this... nothing you say will sound crazy to me. Literally nothing," he was so head-over-heels for her it was almost annoying. Cheers go up again from the field. Stiles glances back, then to the darkened school, knowing time is running out. "Can you give me five minutes? Just stay here. Continue crying. Or not crying. Whatever works for you. I'll be right back and we'll talk. About anything, okay? Five minutes."

As she nods, Stiles darts off toward the school. Gerard's keys hang from the lock of the open door of his office while Stiles quickly searches the office. "Book, book, no book." Stiles taps a message on his phone: Nothing here! As he closes the door, he looks up, facing Miriam. "Miriam? What're you doing here?" 

"I could ask you the same thing, what are you looking for?" She leaned against the wall, and seeing as though his heart was accelerated, he was surprised that she was here.

"Just looking for... my pen!" Picking up a random pen from the pencil holder, she raised her eyebrows in disbelief.

"Are you sure it's not for Gerard's bestiary?" Saying those words caused him to look at her with confusion. 

"N-no," dropping the look of disbelief, which she had a resting bitch face, it made him sigh. "Yes, I'm looking for Gerard's bestiary. How do you even know what it is?"

"You running plus your inability to whisper? It wasn't hard to figure it out. Welp, have fun looking," turning around, she came face-to-face with Erica. "Stiles?"

Erica shoves Stiles and Miriam into the darkened pool area. Derek bounces a basketball ominously back and forth. "Stiles. What did you see at the mechanic's garage?" Derek Hale was the one asking the questions.

"Several alarming EPA violations that I'm seriously considering reporting." Derek punctures the basketball with a claw, deflating it. He lets the crumpled remains fall to the floor at Stiles's feet.

"Let's try this again..." Erica and Derek wait for Stiles to explain, paying no attention to Miriam's presence. "And you? Tell me what you are," that one was directed to Miriam, who kept quiet regardless. 

"All right, the thing was pretty slick-looking. Skin was dark, kind of patterned. I think I actually saw scales. Is that enough? Because I have someone I really need to talk to." Trying to rush the conversation, something behind him begins to crawl into view. "Okay, um... Eyes. It's eyes are yellowish. Slitted. It has a lot of teeth."

Becoming alarmed, Derek and Erica watch the creature crawl down the wall headfirst, tail flicking up and about. "Oh, and it has a tail. Okay, we good?" He finally noticed their expressions, which Miriam turned around to look at what they were looking at. Having the same reaction, she backed up to where Derek was, only a little farther away. "What? Have you seen it? You've got this look like you know exactly what I'm talking about."