Now you see me, now you don't {S.S}

Chapter 12

I had been hanging out with Ethan and Aiden all day since I hadn't seen them in so long. So every break we had today, we were going to, and had, spent together. It was all dull and raining today, so I was not dressed appropriately. I was, now that I was a ghost, naturally cold, so the weather didn't bother me anymore, therefore I was dressed in a cute dress. I just felt like it today, you know? A plain, simple, dress with one stolen hoodie, courtesy of Scott's wardrobe, with a pair of converse.

I wandered with the twins, my messenger bag over my shoulder as I walked between the both of them, deep in conversation as we headed under the walkway at the school, heading towards the sports pitches. Coincidentally, we passed Scott and Stiles.

"Are you not cold in a dress? It's freezing." I shook my head with a smile as Aiden pulled a face, a little disturbed at how I could wear a dress in this weather.

"Not really, I'm not really phased by the cold anymore." Ethan chuckled at my words, slinging an arm over my shoulders, his brother stuffing his hands in his pockets. I followed the twins, well they followed me, into the library. We were stood near a bookcase when Lydia approached us. "Lydia! Hey!" She sent me a smile and I remembered I told her I'd introduce her to Aiden. "Oh, right! Aiden! This is Lydia Martin. Lydia, this is Aiden, I think you two could really hit it off." And with that, Ethan and I stepped away from them, and I took him over to someone else, recognising the lacrosse goalie. "Danny!" The boy in question turned to me with a smile.

"Hey, (Y/n), who's this?" I smiled, Ethan sharing a look with me.

"This fine specimen, is Ethan, Ethan, this is Danny." I waved to the two as I left them to their own devices, heading over to Allison and taking Lydia's former seat.

After school, I joined Scott on a little trip to the vet clinic, although I was just sat on the edge of a counter with my ghost book, flicking through the pages and reading through my abilities. No one could see what the book was, mainly because I had it hidden behind a magazine...
Three of the five people in the room, Isaac, Deaton, and Scott were not aware of my supernatural abilities just yet, and I was planning on keeping it that way for as long as possible. I watched as Derek told Isaac that he didn't have to do it if he found it too risky, however instead he took his shirt off, preparing to climb into the ice bath. My eyes moved back to my book, reading over each page.

I jolted in surprise when Isaac climbed out of the ice bath, releasing a deep breath. The room felt significantly colder, and that's when I realised I had finally figured out 'Cold Presence'.

"Why's it so cold?" Scott asked, looking around everyone. Stiles' eyes locked onto me because I had let him read the book, so he knew this was one of my abilities. I lightly nodded, letting him know it was me doing it, but then shook my head when he opened his mouth. He closed it and nodded.

"Dude, we're in a room full of metal and ice, why do you think?" I smiled, silently thanking him for not saying anything.

Scott, Stiles, and I had stayed up all night trying to figure out how the vault was first robbed...And the two of them had fallen asleep, conked right out. One on the floor, one in the desk chair. I shook my head with a giggle when I had noticed, draping blankets across the two of them while I had continued working. I was a ghost, I didn't need any sleep.  The bedroom door opened and I looked up to see Mr Stilinski with a flask in his hand.

"Kids-" He shushed himself with a sigh, noticing the two of them passed out. He looked over to the bed and found me smiling softly as I flicked through a couple of sheets of paper. "(Y/n), you're up?" I looked up and nodded.

"Yeah, since I got back, I've been a bit of an early worm." Noah nodded, turning his attention back to my brother and his friend.

"Boys." No reaction. "Boys." Still none, although Stiles did stir a little. "Boys!" Scott fell from the chair and Stiles almost flipped himself over. "I got to get to work. You three get to school." I nodded with a smile, shuffling my papers into a neat stack. Stiles flung himself forward, holding onto the bed corner.

"Dad! Heather?" A mere second of silence.

"No, nothing yet." Mr Stilinski left. Stiles standing up and throwing some paper.

"Ten hours nothing."

"We're gonna find something." Scott seemed optimistic about this, which is good.

"Finding something doesn't make Erica any less dead, or Boyd any less about-to-be dead."

"Well, we still have time." I nodded in agreement.

"Is this whole 'remain optimistic in the face of complete and utter disaster' thing a part of the 'be a better Scott McCall' programme?" Scott looked down to his lap and then back up to his best friend.

"Not if it doesn't work."

Stiles sighed. "No, it works." He dropped a few pieces of paper before screaming for his dad. "Oh, Dad! Dad? Dad!" And sprinting out of his room. I stared at him weirdly but brushed it off, grabbing my bag and slipping on my shoes.

I walked into Derek's loft just as Stiles wandered around whining with a hurt arm, or something. I shrugged it off and closed the door behind me.

"Who's following me down?" Derek asked, looking between Scott and Peter.

"Don't look at me." The latter stated from the spiral staircase. "Ah, (Y/n), welcome to the meeting." I smiled and sent Peter a wave before going up to Stiles. I took his wrist in my hand as he pouted in pain, wincing when I applied pressure to it.

"You big baby." I quietly laughed, gently massaging the muscles in his wrist and forearms.

"Hey, you try getting punched by an Alpha werewolf that's twice the size of you." I heard him mutter, making me giggle again as I looked up to him, noticing this soft smile on his lips.

We returned to the table, Peter having been saying something, only for Stiles to ask for someone to kill Peter again.

"Derek, seriously, not worth the risk." He leaned back on the stairs.