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"Listen up! The meet's been pushed 'til tomorrow. This is the closest motel with the most vacancies and the least amount of good judgement when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves! You'll be pairing up-- 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!" Coach yelled as everyone grabbed keys. Davina staying with Allison and Lydia.
The key drops out of Davinas hand as her eyes go white. She couldn't make out the imagines, "Scott you're my best friend." Davina hears stiles voice. Davina was pulled back to reality by Allison calling her name, neither her or Lydia has moved from their places.
"I don't like this place." Lydia explains her voice shaky,
"Yeah, me neither." Davina mumbles, the flashes playing in her head like a loop. She saw, fire, and running. Her head spinning. She reaches down grabbing the keys.
"I don't think the people who own this place like this place. It's just for a night." Allison tries reassuring the unsteady girls. Davina grabbing lydias hand, a small smile growing on Lydias face. The girls all begin walking to their desired room. "At least the rooms aren't that bad."
"Alli, no need to lie now." Davina chuckles, her plopping down on the bed. "Okay. There is two beds, and three of us. Who's sharing?"
"I'll share with you," Allison tells her as she places her bag down. "Theses towels reek of smoke." Allison gags putting the towel down,
"I'll go ask for fresh ones." Lydia informs as she walks out of the room,
"Are you okay by yourself? I want to go talk to stiles." Davina ask, Allison nodding. "Okay, I'll be back. Oh and alli, I like to cuddle." Davina says with a wink making both girls laugh.
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"All right, so I have four." Stiles speaks from beside Davina, the three of them falling backwards into the bed.
"Four suspects?" Scott ask bewilder. Stiles mutters a yeah,
"I have one," Davina referring to Jennifer. She didn't trust her. She didn't know why, but she couldn't even if she wanted too. She didn't get any type of feeling around her. "It's Jennifer, I can't explain it but..."
"Yeah, it was originally ten. Well, nine, technically, I guess-- I had Derek on there twice." Stiles continues, ignoring what Davina had said.
"So, who's number one? Harris?" Scott quizzes, and stiles nods.
"Just because he's missing, doesn't mean he's dead." Stiles informs serious. He went missing almost a week ago, no sign of him anywhere.
"So, if he's not dead, our chemistry teacher is out secretly committing human sacrifices...?" Davina snickered at how dumb it sounded out loud. Stiles pinching her arm,
