CHAPTER 10

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Issac and I were hanging out in my room . I was watching greys anatomy while he was attempting to braid my hair .

"How's it going back there?"

"Um- do you want me to lie or be honest?" Issac answered .

"Both."

"Ok , the lie is this is amazing and I did such an amazing job , the truth it your hair looks like a birds nest." Issac muttered .

I reach over and get my phone and go to the camera , "Issac - oh my!

Issac cut me off , "you know what I've come to a conclusion and that is that I did a fantastic job." He pats himself on the back .

"Oh really?"

"Yes and I'll prove it to you ." Issac said.

"And how would that be exactly?"

"Im gonna post it and see what people think." Issac explained as he got out his phone about to snap a picture of me .

"Oh no your not." I get up trying to grab his phone and stop him from taking a picture.

"Why not?" He asked.

"Cause I don't look my best right now ."

"Who cares ? You always look your best." Issac mumbles .

"Issac please -

"Fine." Issac drags out. "I was just trying to show off my girl but I guess I'll behave ." Issac mumbled.

His girl ? SKAKSKKSKAKSHABJASBWJAJVW

"Stella!" I heard a shout come out of my brothers mouth from across the hall .

"What?" I shout back .

No response.

"I'll be right back ." I roll my eyes and walk into my brothers room .

"Yes?"

"Isn't Matt controlling the kanima ?" Stiles asked .

"I mean I wouldn't be surprised if he was , that guys a fucking creep."

"See Stella agrees and if Stella agrees then what I said makes sense and that doesn't happen a lot of the time." My brother defends.

"Scott do you believe this?" Dad asked .

"It's really hard to explain how we know this but you gotta trust us ." Scott pleads.

"We know it's Matt." Scott continued .

"Yeah he took Harris's car , okay?" Stiles says.

"Look , he knew that if a cop found tire tracks at one of the murders , and if that enough of the victims were in Harris's class , that they'd arrest him." Stiles explains .

"All right , fine." Our dad gives in.

"Can I go now?" I mumble to where nobody can here me.

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