Ever Since I Met You (A Stiles Stilinski Love Story)

The Girl Who Knew Too Much

One night, I was finishing up my homework when I had the sudden urge to go for a walk. I don't know why, since I've already had my daily run this morning and did my workout after school. Mysteriously, I ended up at the school, running straight into Lydia and Allison.

"Lydia? Allison? What are you doing here?" I asked.

"It's just like the pool. I just ended up here."

I immediately called Scott and Stiles, telling themm to meet us at the school. I paced back and forth, waiting for them to arrive. When they did, I rushed over to Stiles.

"It happened again," I whispered as we walked over to Lydia and Allison. "Lydia and I both ended up here at the same time."

"It's the same thing- same thing as the pool. I got into the car heading somewhere totally differend and ended up here," Lydia explained worriedly.

"And you told me to call if there's a dead body," I told Stiles. 

"You found a dead body?" Stiles asked incredulously.

"Not yet..." Lydia said.

"Not yet? What do you mean, 'not yet'? You're supposed to call us after  you find the dead body."

Lydia scoffed. "Oh no. I'm not doing that again. You find the dead body from now on."

"How are we supposed to find the dead body? You're always the one finding the dead body."

"Guys..." Scott said, interrupting the quarrel. "I found the dead body."

We all turned to see Scott shining a light on a deputy on top of the Beacon Hills High School sign, blood dripping down slowly. We called the police before being told to go home. The next day, I found Stiles spying on his father talking to the principal before talking too him. Apparently, the deputy's name was Tara, a friend of stiles. After his father was done speaking tohim, I walked up to Stiles and lacced my fingers with his. He looked at me with tears in his eyes.

"Don't worry," I said softly, leading him away. "We'll stop the Darach. We have to."

We walked together to English and I sat behind Stiles, who sat beside Scott, who sat in front of Lydia.

"Idioms, analogies, metaphors, and similes," Ms. Blake said as she began to walk around the classroom. "All tools the writer uses to tell their story." She stopped at me and Lydia, looking down at her notebook. "Lydia, I wasn't aware you had so many hidden talents." I looked over to see her drawing a tree.

"You and every guy I've ever dated," Lydia replied sarcastically.

"Oh. Um, well, that was an idiom, by the way," she mentioned. "Idioms are something of a secret to the people who know the language or the culture. They're phrases that only make sense if you know the key words. Saying 'jump the gun' is meaningful only if you know about the starting gun in a race. Or, a phrase like 'seeieng the whole board-'"

"Like chess," Stiles muttered.

"That's right, Stiles. Do you play?" Ms. Blake asked.

"Uh, no. My father does."

She looked at him, then at Scott before walking away. "Now, when does an idiom become a cliche..."

Scott leaned over to us and said quietly, "I think I can get to Ethan. I'm pretty sure I can make him talk."

"What do you want to do that for?" Stiles asked.

"The Druids are Emissaries, right? So, what if the Darach was an Emissary to the Alphas?"