Unspoken - Book 3 - S.S.

The girl who knew too much

Scott still wasn't entirely sure why Diana and Stiles were acting so weird around one another, but, of course, when Lydia called them all in the middle of the night to meet her at the school, neither of them even batted an eye. Somehow, Allison and Diana had made it there quicker so, when Scott and Stiles finally arrived, the two of them were the first thing they saw.

"Where is she?" Stiles asked, looking around for Lydia when he noticed she was actually nowhere to be seen.

"Over here." Allison waved them over toward where Lydia was.

"Lydia?" Stiles called gently, as the girl sighed heavily.

"It's the same thing... Same thing as the pool." She mumbled. "I got into the car heading somewhere totally different, and ended up here."

"And you did tell me to call you first if there's a dead body." Diana mumbled, a little awkwardly, as Stiles looked from her and then back at Lydia.

"You found a dead body?" He asked.

"Not yet..." The redhead shook her head.

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

"Oh, no. I'm not doing that again." Lydia shook her head then. "You find the dead body from now on."

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

"Guys...?" Scott called putting an end to the little bickering fest between Stiles and Lydia as he pointed at the sign in front of the school, causing Diana to gasp when she saw what Scott was seeing, laying motionless above the sign. "I found the dead body."

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"Idioms, analogies, metaphors, and similes... All tools the writer uses to tell their story." Ms. Blake said, as she walked around the classroom, giving her lecture of the day. Stopping by Lydia, Ms. Blake smiled when she noticed the girl's drawing in her notebook. "Lydia, I wasn't aware you had so many hidden talents...?"

"You and every guy I've ever dated." Lydia said, as if it was nothing as Diana held back a laugh from the sudden awkward expression the teacher was wearing.

"Oh. Hum, well, that was an idiom, by the way..." She said, choosing to continue with her lecture. "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 key words. Saying jump the gun is meaningful only if you know about the starting gun in a race. Or, a phrase like, seeing the whole board..."

"Like chess." Stiles mumbled, as Ms. Blake stopped by him and nodded.

"That's right, Stiles." She said. "Do you play?"

"Hum, no." He said. "My father does."

Nodding her head again, Ms. Blake started to walk away from the boy and toward the board instead.

"Now, when does an idiom become a cliché?"

While Ms. Blake continued with her class, Diana started to write down some notes - after all, it had been a while since she had actually paid attention to any of her classes - while pretending she couldn't hear what Scott and Stiles were whispering about.

"I think I can get to Ethan." Scott said. "I'm pretty sure I can make him talk."

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

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

"Okay, first of all, I cannot believe we've gotten to the point where a sentence like, What if the Darach was an Emissary to the Alphas? actually makes sense to me." Stiles mumbled. "Second of all, we're gonna have a few problems getting to Ethan."