𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕,
𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝
Now, a new threat attacks Beacon Hills, and this time plays with Amelia's feeling when the question she never thought she'd ask arrives.
Who
Is
Stiles?
...
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AMELIA WAS ALMOST FALLING ASLEEP ON CLASS WHEN SHE NOTICED A CAR PARKED IN THE PARKING LOT. It was a jeep, a blue jeep.
A blue 1980 CJ-5 Jeep.
How the hell did she know that?
"Miss McCall," called her the math teacher and Isaac raised his eyes from the board to look at the girl. "Is there something outside that's more fascinating than what I am teaching?"
Amelia saw as the truck was about to remove the jeep and the girl quickly stood up.
"Yes, there is..." she whispered before grabbing her bag, running outside quickly. "I'll be right back!"
She knew that jeep.
The girl kept running, and she knew Isaac was following her right behind. But she had to.
She swore she knew that jeep.
"Hey!" She yelled to the man that was taking the jeep as soon as she stepped outside. "Hey! You can't tow this jeep!" She exclaimed at him as soon as she arrived next to the blue vehicle.
"Paperwork says I can," told her the man. "It's reported as abandoned."
Amelia raised an eyebrow before placing a hand on the jeep. "And now it's not."
"Oh, this is your vehicle?" He asked her.
"Does it matter?" She snapped back.
He scoffed. "Sounds like a no."
She felt as three people appeared behind her. Scott, Isaac and Lydia. Where the hell did they come from?
Scott placed his hands on the hood, panting. "It's mine. Uh, my Jeep. Thank you. I'll move it. Once I get the keys." He looked at Amelia. "From my locker. After you leave."
The man exhaled. "I'm sorry, once it's on the hook—"
Amelia frowned. "Please don't say «you're on the hook»," she said, looking at him.
"Well, I can't know," replied the guy.
He was about to move the jeep when Isaac intervened. "Okay, look, there's gotta be something that we can do. Sign something? Call someone?"
Lydia stepped forward. "Pay someone?"
The man smirked. "Drop fee's a hundred and fifty. Cash."
