𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇, stiles stilinski

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𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐓

Sitting with her back against the wall, Lia tried to steady her breathing which was proving to be harder than she assumed. Being one of the three people that knew what was genuinely going on put a lot of stress and responsibility on her shoulders. Pulling her arms closer around her body, she shivered and glanced periodically around the room. Stiles watched her from his place next to Scott before moving and sitting next to her. Shrugging off his jacket, he gently reached for her arm, pulled her body forwards and draped the jacket over her shoulders. Watching with worried eyes as she pushed her arms through the sleeves and wrapped the slightly big jacket around her body. Sending a loving smile to Stiles, she rested her head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her — bringing her closer into him. "Call the cops." Jackson deadpanned, watching the two from a distance. Lydia just smiled, Aurelia never had to tell her how she felt because Lydia already knew. She knew that Lia loved Stiles, with all her heart. But wasn't ready to admit it yet. And that was okay. And even though Lydia would never admit it. She was rooting for them.

"No." Stiles deadpanned brushing the hair from Aurelia's face when she tried to it blow away, which clearly did not work. Causing the two to chuckle to themselves, amidst the crappy situation they were stuck in.

"What do you mean, 'no'?" Jackson sputtered, walking towards the pair on the floor. Aurelia closed her eyes, feeling a sarcastic comment raising like bile in Stiles' throat.

"I mean no. You wanna hear it in Spanish? Noh." Stiles sassed, making Jackson frown and Lia hide her head into his chest. Trying to keep his composure, Stiles continued. "Look, Derek killed three people, okay? We don't know what he's armed with."

"Your dad is armed with an entire Sheriff's department. Call him." Jackson spat, waving his arm around. Lydia stormed past, pushing her boyfriends arm down to walk through them. Muttering how she was going to call them.

"No, Lydia, would you just hold on a sec—" Aurelia panicked, jumping from her comfortable position next to Stiles and running to Lydia. But it was too late, she was already on the line.

"Yes, we're at Beacon Hills high school. We're trapped, and we need you to— but. She hung up on me." Lydia froze, the police would never do that.

"The police hung up on you?"

"She said they got a tip warning them that there are gonna be prank calls about a break-in at the high school. She said if I called again that they're gonna trace it and have me arrested." Lydia explained, her highly intelligent brain trying a figure out a way around it.

"Okay, then call again." Allison shrugged, reaching for the phone.

"No, they won't trace a cell and they'll send a car to your house before they send anyone here," Aurelia told them, considering she spent most of her time with Stiles and they always wanted to investigate crimes — they both knew this. A range of questions floated through the air, that were asked by the clueless beings in the room. What is this? Why does Derek wanna kill us? Why is he killing anyone?

"Is he the one that sent her the text?" Lydia cut off the other two asking questions, to ask her own.

"No. I mean, I don't know—"

"—Is he the one that called the police?"

"I don't know!"