"𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭...𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐞."
"𝐡𝐨𝐰?"
"𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞."
a story in which scott was never the love allison was looking for.
stiles was.
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𝐀𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞
𝐢'𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥.
𝐈𝐟 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟,
𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥.
𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 ------------------
Scott and I were walking down the school hallway. It's almost the end of the school day. Last night, Allison and I figured out that I basically sent out Kira's kill order. I like Kira, I think she's perfect for Scott and she's a very supportive friend. So why is my subconscious acting against me?
"So then she starts talking about phosphors and the key having chemicals on it, right? And so that made me think of the chemistry closet and the fact that Barrow had let someone in-" I cut myself off as soon as I opened the chemistry door. The lab hadn't been used since Harris was killed... so who erased the code on the board? "It's gone." I furrowed my eyebrows but shook my head. "Okay, it doesn't matter, though. It doesn't matter. I've still got the key-" I pull my key ring out. "What the hell? I had it here. I had it here this morning. I swear to god, I had it this morning."
"The key you were talking about last night?" Scott raised an eyebrow
"Yeah, I showed it to you right? Didn't I show it to you?"
"No, you just told me about it. I never actually saw it."
"I was here a couple hours ago. And the message left to Barrow spelling Kira's name was right there on the board in my handwriting. I had the key to the chemistry closet."
Scott narrowed his eyes. "So you unlocked the chemistry closet so Barrow could hide in it from the cops and then you wrote him a message to kill Kira." It wasn't a question.
"I know how it sounds. But look at this." I pulled my phone out of my pocket and showed him the news article. "This is the news report that came out about Barrow when they caught him, okay? About the shrapnel bomb that he used. See this?" I pointed to the box on the picture. "See what he did? He put nuts, bolts and screws. And then he hid the bomb and the detonator in a box that he wrapped as a birthday present. What does that sound like to you?"
His eyes widened. "Coach."
"The joke we played on Coach. That was my idea, remember? That was my idea. That's no coincidence."
Scott's hand rested on my shoulder. "I don't want to sound like I'm telling you that you're wrong, but I don't think you're trying to kill people either."
My head felt fuzzy. There was a ringing in my ear. My hands started to shake. "It was here. It was all here."
"Dude are you feeling okay? You look really tired."
