𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚔 ❦「𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚔𝚒」

𝟶𝟷𝟻《𝚂𝙷𝙴𝚂 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝚂𝙰𝙲𝚁𝙸𝙵𝙸𝙲𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝙽𝚈𝙾𝙽𝙴》

𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅

We all exit the bus and I take in the sight of the motel in front of us.

"I've seen worse" Scott comments.

"Where have you seen worse?" Stiles asks in disbelief.

"Listen up. The meet's been pushed till tomorrow" Coach announces "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. You'll be pairing up. Choose wisely"

Scott grabs a key and Stiles grabs my arm, dragging me after my brother.

"And i'll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants. Got that? Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves!" The man adds.

We reach the room and I slip off my jacket, flopping onto one of the beds.

"Why can't I share with Lydia and Allison?" I whine.

"Because I want to keep an eye on you after you losing your cool with Isaac" Scott declares.

"Where am I supposed to sleep?" I ask, propping my head up on my hand.

"Wherever the hell you want. As long as I can see you" My brother sasses me and I shoot him a glare.

"I guess I'll sleep with Stiles then" I challenge him and instead of being mad like I imagined him to be, he smirks widely.

"Go for it, witchie" He dares me.

"Okay, I will" I retort, getting up off the bed I'm laying on and walking over to the one Stiles is on.

I plop down next to the Stilinski boy who is looking between my brother and I with wide eyes. My back hits the bed and Stiles clears his throat awkwardly.

"All right...so I have four" The dorky boy announces.

"Four? You have four suspects?" Scott asks in surprise.

"Yeah, it was originally 10. Well, nine, technically, I guess. I had Derek on there twice" Stiles explains.

"So who's number one?" I ask curiously.

"Harris?" Scott suggests.

"Just because he's missing doesn't mean he's dead" Stiles answers.

"So if he's not dead, our chemistry teacher is out secretly committing human sacrifices" I state sarcastically.

"Yeah, I guess that just sounded way better in my head" Stiles sighs.

"Well, what if it's somebody else from school? Like, you remember Matt? We didn't know that he was killing people" Scott says.

"Excuse me? I'm sorry, what?" Stiles snaps, shooting up off the bed "Yes, we did. I called that from day one, actually"

"Yeah, but we never really seriously thought that it was Matt" Scott replies.

"I was serious. I was quite serious, actually" Stiles retorts "Deadly serious. No one listened to me"

"So what I've learned from this conversation is to listen to Stiles from now on" I comment, propping myself up on my elbows.