Yours (Stiles Stilinski)

Chapter Twenty Nine

"If we're doing a study group, why didn't we just stay in the library?" Lydia asked, as Jackson, Allison, Stiles followed us into the hallway.

"Because we're meeting up with somebody else," Stiles answered.

"Hmm. Well, why don't they just meet us in the library?" Lydia asked. I sighed, rubbing the bridge of my nose with two fingers.

"Oh, that would have been a good idea. Too late," Stiles said. Lydia started to stop.

"Okay, hold on—," she began to say when Jackson grabbed her arm, leading her forward forcefully.

"Lydia, shut up and walk," he ordered. We all looked at each other, and I shrugged, following the two. Jackson took Lydia and Allison, and I hopped in the Jeep. We drove to my house, and I shot Scott a text as an update. We pulled in the driveway, and I looked around for a second, making sure no one followed us.

"Where's Scott?" Lydia asked. I unlocked the door, ushering everyone in.

"Meeting us here, I think," I muttered. Stiles locked the door and dead bolted it. Lydia looked at us confused.

"Uh, there's been a few break-ins around the neighborhood. And a murder. Yeah, it was bad," Stiles said, pushing a chair up against the door.

"Lydia, follow me. I need to talk to you for a minute," Jackson said, grabbing her arm.

"Seriously? What is going on with everyone?" Lydia muttered, following him. I sighed, sitting on the couch downstairs. Stiles slouched down next to me. Allison sat in the chair in front of us. I heard Jackson and Lydia arguing for a moment, and then everything was quiet for a little while. I rubbed a hand across my eyes and yawned.

"You okay?" Stiles murmured. I nodded tiredly.

"Yea, just not a whole lot of sleep that past few days," I said. Allison looked out the window after an hour or so.

"Uh guys? I'm gonna call Scott," Allison said, pointing to the window. She left momentarily to call my brother. Stiles and I peaked out the window. Allison looked around anxiously before locking eyes with me.

"I think— I think I have to call my dad," Allison said. I looked at her with wide eyes and I looked over at Stiles. He looked equally panicked.

"No way! If he finds you here, you and Scott—"

"I know, but what are we supposed to do? They're not here to scare us, okay? They're here to kill Lydia," Allison said, interrupting Stiles. I jogged upstairs to my room. I heard Stiles say something and then a crash. I grabbed the knife from my nightstand and ran down the stairs. Isaac was standing over Stiles, who was laying on the ground. I jumped on Isaac's back, plunging the knife into his side. He roared and stumbled backwards.

"Stiles!" I shouted. Stiles got up, as Isaac threw me off his back, onto the ground. I scurried up in front of Stiles, holding the blade out. Isaac looked down at his side, before gripping it. He threw his jacket off, putting his fists up. Stiles grabbed a bat that was laying next to the couch.

"You sure you want to do this, Isaac? I gotta lot more where that came from," I said, twirling the knife in my hand. Isaac roared, and dove towards us. I dodged out of his way, and moved behind him, kicking his back so he fell into the sofa. He threw himself back up, and Stiles hit him in the head with the baseball bat. Isaac fell over, and I looked over at Stiles impressed.

"Nice swing," I muttered. He dropped the bat and looked over at me, putting a hand on my waist.

"Nice kick... and stab," he murmured. I heard a thump and saw Erica being dragged down the stairs by Scott. I looked over at Isaac who was passed out on the ground. Scott looked at us.