Stiles was used to everything going bad and then getting worse. He was used to everyone being evil and out to get him. What he didn't expect was Haley Darby. A seemingly normal girl who, admittedly, had caught his attention before. She stumbled into...
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The bus squeaked as it came to a stop at their destination. Hayley glanced out the dirt-covered window. Outside was a motel. The motel. The one she had seen in her vision a few days ago. She felt herself already getting nervous.
Hayley poked Stiles on his shoulder, waking him up from his sleep, "Stiles." She whispered, "It's the place I saw before."
Stiles was fully awake now and straightened his back with a wince, his muscles had tensed up for being in the same position for so long, "Do you think it means anything?" He asked.
"Not sure yet, I didn't see much then but the vibe felt off." Hayley sighed.
Coach ordered the students off the bus and the group got off, looking at the place before them. The motel was run-down. Peeling paint on the walls and rusting metal on the balconies. Though it was dark, Hayley could still see the yellowing walls and grimaced. The sign saying 'motel, glen Capri' shone bright in red and blue colours, casting shadows over the place.
"I've seen worse." Scott sighed, clutching his bag in his hand.
"Where have you seen worse?" Stiles said sarcastically.
Coach blew a whistle to catch everyone attention, "Listen up," He shouted, "The meet's been pushed till tomorrow. 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." Allison, Lydia and Hayley all shared a glance, in silent agreement to go with each other, "Choose wisely. And I'll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants. Got that? Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves!"
Hayley walked forwards, grabbing a red key out of coach's hand and waving it about at the two girls behind her. This place may be an utter mess but she was going to make as much fun out of it as she could. And that started with two of her best friends.
She was walking with Allison and turned round to see Lydia frozen in place, in deep thought. "Lydia?" Allison asked at her friends frozen figure.
"I don't like this place." Lydia stated, eyes scanning her surroundings. She clutched her bag in her hand. So this is where Hayley's vision happened. She stood in place already knowing what was going to happen next, what Allison was going to say next.
Allison laughed, "I don't think the people who own this place like this place." She began to head forwards, "And it's just for a night."
"No, Lydia is right. There is something off." Hayley said. She had decided to just speak the same words as in her vision as to not change anything. Yes, it may only be a few words but the butterfly effect could be real. Hayley saying something different could in fact change the whole course of her life, one small incident at a time; and she'd rather not risk that.
