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

Chapter 53

A few days had passed and nothing much had happened, and no one was really speaking to each other. Scott's asthma had returned, I was bringing Ink to school again, even Stiles and Malia had drifted apart. We were keeping secrets, all of us, and I knew it. Malia was looking for her mom, I was keeping the chimera thing to myself, Stiles was hiding the fact that he had killed Donovan...
Lydia and Stiles had been looking for the Nemeton, Corey and Hayden were healing and getting stronger...

"You're the banshee, you find the bodies." I tilted my head and spun to look at Lydia, nodding in agreement.

"Well, the Banshee's having an off day, so how about we talk to Parrish?" I spun to look at Stiles, nodding in agreement once more.

"She has a point. We've been looking for ages, let's just go talk to Jordan."

"Jordan? When'd you start calling him that?" Stiles asked almost immediately and I shrugged.

"Since I met him during the whole Derek, Berserker incident?" Stiles sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Stop, meeting, more, guys." I smiled, a little weirded out as I shared a look with an amused Lydia. She nodded with an accusatory smile. She came over to me and looped her arm with mine.

"He so likes you." She whispered and I shook my head, lightly pulling her back in the direction of the car.

"Let's just go back."

I laughed as Stiles playfully shoved me, my laugh soon morphed into a cackle because I found it so funny.

"It's not that funny!"

"You tripped up the stairs!" I cackled as I dropped onto his bed, tossing my bag onto the floor beside it.

"Hey, don't mock my clumsiness." Stiles warned with a smile, setting his bag beside his desk before letting himself fall into his chair.

"You've always been clumsy, I'm allowed to bully you for it."

"And you've always been quiet and submissive, you don't see me bullying you for it." He tossed a pen at me as I lay back, still laughing my ass off.

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean!?"

"It means you do as people say, and just let them do their thing."

"So you're calling me a pushover?" Stiles chuckled as I sat up on my elbows as he pulled out his latest homework, tossing it onto his desk so he'd remember to do it.

"No, I'm calling you submissive, you do what people say, you obey them like a lost puppy."

"And you walk like a puppy." He chuckled another pen at me, only for me to dodge it.

"Stop bullying my clumsiness."

"It's cute! You flail around." I cackled again, only for Stiles to grab my ankle and yank me off his bed.

"No bed for you then." I pouted and grabbed the two pens, chucking them back at him, only to hit the back of his head, making me cackle again. I pulled the blanket from the bed and wrapped it around myself like I was a little burrito.

"Then I won't have the bed, I'll have the blanket." Stiles turned around, noticing my appearance as I lay on the floor, curled up in a little ball. He chuckled and grabbed a pillow from the bed. I lifted my head when he motioned for me to, and he tucked the pillow under my head.

It wasn't long before my friend received a call, telling me he'd be back in a bit. I nodded and moved myself to the bed with the pillow and blanket, settling myself more comfortably to sleep.

I stood up and sighed, feeling myself begin to disappear and rematerialize elsewhere. I stood in the rain and noticed Stiles and Scott in a screaming match. I went up to them.

"You don't even believe me, do you?" I stared at the back of Stiles before switching to look at my brother.

"I want to."

"Okay, so, so believe me then." I went up to them and gently took the wrench from Stiles' hand. He jumped a little, turning his head to look at me. "Scott, say you believe me." He took a step closer to my brother. "Say it." I stared at Scott, shocked at how he wasn't believing his own best friend. "Say you believe me."

"Stiles, we can't kill people that we're trying to save."

"Say you believe me." I grabbed the back of Stiles' shirt and shook my head when he looked back to me. He was going to take a step closer to Scott.

"Scott...we can't save everyone, you know that." Scott stayed quiet, staring at me. "People have to die, I know that better than anyone. But you need to realise that sometimes, you have to kill someone to survive."

"Just tell me how to fix this? How do I fix this? What do I do?"

"Don't worry about Malia, or Lydia. We'll find them. Maybe, uh, maybe you should talk to your dad." I shared a look with Stiles, both of us seemed to be against the idea. My brother walked away and I clenched my jaw.

"Theo..." I muttered.

"What?"

"Theo probably told him, he's the only other person to know. You pulled a pin and a kid got impaled. He was trying to eat you, how is any of this your fault?" Stiles nodded briefly as I headed back to the Jeep. "Are you coming?"

"Y-yeah, yeah..."

"Jeep's smoking..." I muttered, peeking over the dashboard. Stiles groaned and pulled over to the side of the road. And that is when smoke began to fill the Jeep. The two of us clambered out, coughing. Stiles slammed his door and I looked down at the concrete. He rounded the vehicle and grabbed something from the trunk, coming back over to the hood. By the way he was doing things, I could tell he was frustrated...annoyed...
He opened the black box, staring at it for a few moments before tossing it across the street before slamming the hood. He grabbed the larger wrench from my seat in the car before preparing to throw it, although he stopped, spinning around. He looked between it and the Jeep. And then threw it at the Jeep. The wrench shattered the windscreen before landing on the hood.

"Stiles..." I spoke softly as I stood from the curb, carefully going over to him. He sat himself against the tyre and I sat beside him, resting my head on his shoulder. "Everything'll work itself out..."

"What if it doesn't?"

"It will, I promise...It always does."

We sat with the car until the morning when it was towed, Malia coming to pick us up. I climbed into the back seats while Stiles and Malia had the front two.

"Why were you guys sat in the road all night?"

"Jeep broke again." I muttered as I lay down, tired as fuck.

"Can they fix it?"

"There's not enough duct tape in the world to fix that thing." I smiled softly, knowing why Stiles was so attached to the Jeep.

"Maybe you should try something other than duct tape."

"It's got a bad alternator, you know, needs all new belts, transmissions going..." And that was when I fell asleep.