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

Chapter 16

I had fallen asleep against Stiles again, although this time, he had fallen asleep against me first. We had fallen asleep in a similar position to the first time, when Stiles had been testing Scott on words. However, this time I was laying on my side, lazily strewn on the seat, Stiles with his back against the window, his head resting against the back of the seat, where his knee was also pressed again, my head on his chest with his left arm around my waist so I wouldn't slip from the seat and onto the floor, his other arm draped over the back of the seat by Allison and my brother. Allison was sat behind us, beside Scott with Lydia in the seat at the back beside Allison, on the other side of the aisle. Scott had his head against the window, staring aimlessly at nothing in particular, Allison's head resting on his shoulder in a tired state.
The bus came to a stop, I felt it, choosing to ignore it. I felt someone lightly tap my shoulder, causing me to lazily peel my eyes open and shift my head to look. I was greeted by Allison's tired face peeking over the seats. Nodding, I sat up, cracking my neck and stretching my arms above my head, popping my back and knuckles, along with the majority of my joints in my upper body. I looked down to Stiles, noticing him stir as his arm slipped from my waist. He opened his eyes and I offered him a tired smile, scooping up my bag from the floor by my feet.
I followed Lydia, Allison and the boys soon following us, as we ventured off the bus and into the parking lot.

"I...I've seen worse." Scott stated and I nodded in agreement, remembering that one time we had to go upstate for a funeral and went to the cheapest place there. It was definitely worse than this.

"Where have you seen worse?" Stiles remarked and I chuckled, nodding to Scott, who just shrugged while I went over to Allison and Lydia.

"Listen up. The meet's been pushed till tomorrow. This is the closest motel with the most vacancies and least amount of good judgement when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves." Coach held up a handful of keys. "You'll be pairing up, so choose wisely." I sighed, knowing who each of my friends would be choosing. Isaac and Boyd. Allison and Lydia. Scott and Stiles. Ethan and Danny. As students began to pair up and take keys, Coach turned to watch them all enter the motel. "And I'll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants. You got that? Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves!" The bus began to pull away once everyone was off, leaving Lydia, Allison and I to be the only ones left by Coach. The two of them offered me a sympathetic look as they took one of the last few keys from Coaches hand. I felt like I was being left behind by all of my friends, like I was the odd one out, like I was disappearing...Coach looked over to me as I gripped the strap of my duffel bag, one similar to my brother's. "McCall." I looked up from staring at my feet, nodding. "Something wrong?" I stayed quiet, shaking my head at his question. He pursed his lips and slipped the last two keys into his pocket. "The counsellor talked to your teacher after the...incident...in your Freshman year." I looked back down to my feet as Coach set a hand on my shoulder, pushing me towards the motel a little. "We're all aware you don't like being away from your friends." I nodded, walking with him towards the motel. "Go find your brother's room, stay in there tonight." I smiled and nodded, remembering the key number Scott had taken from his hand. 213. I wandered up the metal stairs and gently turned the door handle, lightly pushing the door open to reveal both boys laying on a bed each, talking about who the next victim or culprit could be to all of these murders. They were staring up at the ceiling like weirdos.

"Hey." I greeted, making the two either turn their heads or sit up.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Stiles asked, being the one who had sat up.

"Oh, um, I was the last person, so Coach told me to stay with Scott..." The boy in question shuffled over to the side of his bed and pat the place next to him with a smile.

"Come on then." I laughed and dropped my bag beside the bed, kicking the door closed and plopping onto the bed. I sat with my legs criss-cross, listening to the two converse.

"As I was saying, Derek's sister Cora. No one knows anything about her, and well, she's Derek's sister." Scott and I shared a look, shaking our head because we found the idea absurd. "Next, your boss."

"My boss?" My brother sat up.

"Who? Deaton?" Scott nodded, silently answering my question as Stiles continued with his theories.

"Yes, your boss. I don't really like the whole Obi-Wan thing he's got going on, you know." I threw a pillow at the younger teenager. He was quick to flail about and dodge it. Scott stared at Stiles, not understanding a single thing he had just said. I stared at my brother in surprise. "Oh, my god. Have you still not seen Star Wars?"

"I swear, if we make it back alive, I will watch the movie." I set my hand on Scott's face, like I wanted to slap him, and just pushed his face away from me, making him almost fall of the bed.

"Moviessss, plural." I grit my teeth, knowing Stiles' frustration at this boy not having watched anything in the franchise.

"Who's the last one?"

"Lydia." My eyes widened and I stared at Scott's best friend in surprise.

"I'm sorry?" I asked, wanting him to repeat it to be sure I had heard it right.

"Lydia. She was totally controlled by Peter, and she had no idea, so..." I slowly nodded, understanding where he was coming from. The two of them flopped back onto the best with sighs and I huffed, trying to figure something out in my head, suddenly getting a massive freezing shiver. I released a shaky breath, Stiles looking over to me, noticing that it was cold enough to see my breath. "You okay?" I nodded, grabbing my bag and pulling out a thick hoodie and slipping it on.

"Y-yeah, just a bit cold." I stuffed my hands into my pocket, knowing they were probably translucent at this point.