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 roaring engine of Scott's bike sounded across Beacon Hills high car park as he came to a stop. Stiles' jeep was not too far behind, stopping abruptly and not parking properly before Stiles and Hayley clambered out the vehicle.
Stiles was about to drop Hayley off at her apartment when they both received a message from Lydia saying they had to get to the school urgently.
"Where is she?" Hayley asked nervously, darting her brown eyes round in search for a glimpse of strawberry blonde hair.
"Over here." Allison said and they went over to the source of the noise. Lydia stood next to Allison, worry etched on her face as she shared a glance with the girl.
"Lydia?" Stiles questioned, waiting for an explanation on what was happening.
"It's the same thing." She stated, her hands slapping against her thighs, "Same thing as the pool. I got into the car heading somewhere totally different, and ended up here. And you told me to call you if there's a dead body."
"Wha-"He interrupted, "You found a dead body?"
"Not yet."
"'Not yet?' What do you mean 'not yet'?" Stiles shot back, slightly annoyed, "Lydia, you're supposed to call us after you find the dead body."
"Oh no, I'm not doing that again. You find the dead body from now on."
"I don't want to find the dead body." Hayley put forth, her lips pursed as she put her hands up in mock surrender.
"Guys." Scott interrupted, eyes fixed on something, "I found the dead body."
Hayley gasped as she looked over, grabbing Stiles' hand in surprise. Before her, a deputy lay across the school sign. She was unmoving, arms laying limp either side of her and blood trickled down from a wound they couldn't see, staining the bricks crimson and pooling on the frost-tinted grass below.
The image imprinted itself in Hayley's brain, not leaving even as they left the school, having called the police. She wasn't desensitized to this type of thing- not as much as her friends anyway. She looked out the window, the glass slightly dirty at the corners. Due to the speed of the car the view was blurry, a green haze of trees all jumbled together so all she could see was the colour.
Stiles' hand gripped the wheel and he glanced at Hayley, worriedly, before his eyes went back onto the road. With his free hand, he grabbed her own and intertwined them.
There was only so many times he could ask whether she was okay. The lie already on her tongue before he would finish the question. He had gathered that about Hayley; her body language was a better tell of her feelings than her words. It wasn't like she lied on purpose, she just internalised things.
