Unspoken - Book 5 - S.S.

Strange frequencies

Diana wasn't sure how much sleep she had managed to get the night before. All in all, she'd say she'd slept about four hours, but, considering every time she closed her eyes Diana saw the black big creature from the roof, four hours was pretty decent. That without mentioning the fact that she had gone to school running in less time of rest before due to the supernatural, so, really, it should come as no surprise the fact that thirty minutes before the time actually had to leave to go to school, the girl was already dressed, her makeup already done to perfection to give her face a healthier appearance and hide the huge bags under her eyes.

Stiles was surprised, though, when he rang the doorbell to the Hills' house only to see Diana standing there, looking just as good as usual in her floral dress and high heeled cream boots. Her hair was loose in soft curls that framed her face well and her fringe was straightened down as much as it would go, probably trying to hide as much as possible any signs of anything having gone wrong the night before and, for the naked eye, that simple act could have worked - for anyone who didn't know Diana well, she looked as much the image of the perfect popular senior girl that morning as she did any other morning -, but Stiles knew better.

"Hey." He smiled gently as Diana returned the gesture and leaned against the door frame for a second.

"Hi."

"You look good." Stiles commented, his eyes so sincere as he looked at nowhere else but her eyes that it made Diana blush.

"Thanks." She bit her lip, looking down at herself for a second before looking back up at Stiles. "This is my favorite dress."

"I didn't mean it just like that." Stiles said. "I mean... After... The hospital."

"Yeah..." Diana mumbled then. "I... I'm fine. I should thank you, though. For what you did for me. I really needed that. I... I really needed you."

At her words, Stiles smiled, a hand coming up to brush a strand of hair behind her ear to show to him a little bit more of her face.

"You don't need to thank me, Diana." Stiles assured. "I'll always be there for you. Anything you need."

"I know." Diana smiled. "And so will I. You know that, don't you?"

"I... I know." Stiles nodded, gulping down that feeling of guilt that he had become so accustomed to over the past few days. Still, he smiled. "So... Are you going to school? Or are you skipping today?"

"I'm going." Diana said, reaching somewhere to her right by the door as she picked up her bag and a big roll of paper to show it to Stiles. "Scott asked me to bring that to him today, so..."

"What is this?" Stiles asked.

"Danny's map of Beacon Hills with the telluric currents, remember?" Diana asked, causing Stiles to nod. "He told me about Hayden. He called me a few minutes ago and said that he and Lydia had a plan to keep her safe, but he needed the map."

Stiles nodded then, a small smile on his lips as he allowed his eyes to fall on the girl in front of him one last time, his heart bursting at the way Diana seemed so ready to get back into action to help a girl she, most likely, didn't even know, in spite of the traumatic experience she had gone through not ten hours before. Stiles could feel his whole body buzzing with nothing but love and admiration for the girl before him and he knew he wanted nothing more than to pull her into him and press his lips to hers - it had been so damn long since they had kissed each other last, Stiles was even starting to wonder if her lips would still taste the same. But he held back, choosing to, instead, just smile at her and ask:

"Do you need a ride?"

"Oh." Diana smiled a little. "I'd love to, but I kind of need to drive Declan so I..."