❛my reputation's never been worse so, he must like me for me❜
⫍𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯 '𝘷𝘢𝘭 '𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘯 was born to fulfill the legacy of her coven: to be the strongest witch alive. after a tragedy, she finds herself in beacons hills, discovering the de...
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⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼○•∙chapter ten ☪︎
❛the glen capri.❜
Val couldn't hide the look of disgust on her face when she walked out of the parked bus in front of the Glen Capri motel.
Scott, in much better spirits, looked at the sand-colored inn before them. "I've seen worse," he reasoned.
Stiles didn't tear his eyes from the building. "Where have you seen worse?" he scoffed.
Val adjusted the back on her shoulder and surveyed the place before her. A slight burning sensation nipped at her wrist where her funem was. It felt like a lighter was being held above it mixed with the fizz of an electric shock. Paired with that strange feeling, the witch felt on edge through her whole body, not just her wrist. The girl toyed with the bracelet, tracing her fingertips delicately over the funem, but the burning disappeared as soon as it came.
A whistled distanced her. "Listen up. The meet's been pushed till tomorrow," Coach said as the students formed a circle around him. "This is the closest motel with the most vacancies and least amount of good judgment when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves. You'll be pairing up with one group of three. Choose wisely." The teacher fanned out numerous red keychains for the rooms, each leaving his hand with a rustle as the student plucked them out. "And I'll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants. Got that?" He called out to the students who had already walked away. "Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves!"
Val grabbed a key for herself from the Coach who gave her a glare before walking away. Allison walked side by side with the witch for a few steps before they realized that Lydia hadn't moved a step.
"Lydia. You good?" Val asked the girl.
Her face was contacted by a blush collecting on her checks. Lydia's eyes refused to blink as she responded. "I don't like this place," she said, her voice shaky.
"I don't think the people who own this place like this place," Allison chuckled. "It's just for a night."
Val glanced down at her wrist before walking over to Lydia. "I think somethings off too. But it is just for a night." The witch put a comforting hand on her arm, to which the strawberry blond clenched tightly.
