Unspoken - Book 3 - S.S.

Fireflies

By that point, Diana wasn't even surprised at how fast Stiles got to wherever she was whenever she called so, as she stood with Lydia by the pool, rubbing one of her best friend's arm as Lydia kept on staring out into the night, Diana didn't even flinch when she noticed the jeep parking just beside her car as Stiles jumped out of it quickly.

"Diana?" He called, rushing toward the two girls and frowning worriedly at their state. "Diana? Lydia? Are you girls okay?"

"I'm okay..." Lydia mumbled, still a little shocked.

Stiles nodded at her then, before turning to look at Diana who finally let go of Lydia to walk a little closer to Stiles instead.

"I'm fine." She assured, before crossing her arms in front of her chest as she nodded her head at the life-guard chair behind Stiles. "I don't think he is, though."

Turning around, Stiles followed Diana's indication and gasped as soon as his eyes fell on the body sitting on the chair, all bloodied and very much dead.

"Yeah. All right." Stiles mumbled, suddenly aware of the reason behind Lydia and Diana's states. "I'm gonna call my dad."

"We already called 911." Diana said, causing Stiles to stop for a second as he turned to look at Diana, almost offended.

"You called the police before you called me?" He asked, as Diana frowned.

"I'm supposed to call you first when I see a dead body?" She asked, as Stiles gasped in exasperation.

"YES!"

Rolling her eyes with a sigh, Diana looked back at Lydia to make sure the girl was okay only to turn back around and look at Stiles again.

"Fine, sorry." She said. "But I did call your dad already, so if you want to call Scott so he can come over and take a look at it as well, do it now."

"Scott can't come." Stiles said, reaching for his phone anyway. "But I'm calling him."

"Why can't he come?" Diana asked.

"Long story." He said, sighing when Diana raised an eyebrow at him. "I'll tell you later. Hey, Scott. We have a problem."

"What happened?" Scott asked, his voice coming from Stiles' phone when the boy put it on speaker. "Please, be quick about it, I'm kind of in the middle of something."

"Lydia found a dead body." Diana spoke up, and, at that point, Scott wasn't even surprised anymore when Diana popped up from nowhere whenever Stiles wasn't with him.

"And I'm pretty sure it was Boyd and the other girl." Stiles said, as Diana frowned. Other girl? He couldn't be talking about Erica, right? He wouldn't have called her other girl. And Boyd? Did Scott even find him?

Noticing her confusion, Stiles just nodded, telling her to just go with it for now.

"Are you sure?" Scott's voice came through the phone.

"Yep." Stiles confirmed. "Throat ripped out, blood everywhere... It's like The frickin' Shining over here! If two little twin girls come out of the woods and start asking me to play with them forever and ever, I'm not gonna be surprised..."

"Can you get a little closer to make sure it was them?" Scott asked, ignoring Stiles' sarcastic remark, far too used to them by now.

"Make sure it was them?" Stiles almost scoffed. "Scott, who else is going around ripping throats out?"

"Please, just do it." Scott almost pleaded and Stiles sighed.

Passing his phone over to Diana, Stiles carefully walked over to the body and took a long, careful look at it, shaking his head as he turned back around and walked back closer to Diana, who held his phone up in between the two of them when Stiles spoke up again.