ᴀꜱʜᴇꜱ - ꜱᴛɪʟᴇꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟɪɴꜱᴋɪ

24

It was another few minutes before Sam found it within himself the motivation to slowly rise from the ground, the words from Alex turning over and over inside his head.

The party around him was going haywire, and the redhead next to him started to walk forward slowly, studying the people around him.

"I haven't been to many parties, but I don't think this is fairly normal." She commented as a Sophomore ran past, muttering something along the lines of vampire bunnies.

Spotting Scott crouching next to a motionless Stiles slumped against the wall, Sam swerved around the mass of lunatics that shoved and stumbled around the pool.

By the time he got there, the pale boy was spitting water out of his mouth, and his collarbone up was thoroughly soaked. Sam could barely feel any of the effects of the drink from earlier, so he assumed that his body was healing similarly to Scott, who also seemed to be sober.

"How do you feel?" A dark-skinned girl with long black curls spoke as she crouched next to him.

"Like I might have to revisit my policy on hitting a girl," Stiles muttered as Alex snickered.

The girl nodded, sounding offended as she brushed the sprinkles of water off of her face. "He's sober."

Crouching down to Stiles, Sam met his eyes with evident concern. If whatever drug someone had slipped in the drinks created hallucinations, he could only imagine what the effects of it on the boy in front of him were - especially with the whole supernatural thing.

Gosh, why couldn't he have just hallucinated vampire bunnies - although he wouldn't be surprised if they somehow existed in the supernatural realm.

"Are you feeling okay? Good enough to walk?"

As Sam stood up and wordlessly held out his hand, Stiles mumbled something along the lines of "now that you're here" as he slowly stood.

If it weren't for Sam's slightly improved hearing, he might not have caught it as a red blush lightly stained his cheeks, and Alex wiggled her eyebrows mischievously when he glared at her.

The girl who had dunked Stiles' head under the water walked away, muttering about not even getting a thank you for assisting.

Scott was too distracted to notice anything happening, his gaze constantly on the move. "We need to find Allison; something's wrong."

They split up, Stiles searching the outside, Scott the upper level, and Sam the bottom. The three tried to only glance at unlocked rooms, providing Lydia at least a little privacy. Half an hour passed, and neither had found anything when they regrouped, and the werewolf frantically pulled out his cell phone to text and call - getting no response.

"What the hell do we do?" The buzzcut boy questioned nervously, watching fully clothed people leap into the pool with shouts of glee.

"I don't know, we-"

"I can't swim!"

The shout interrupted them, heads snapping to focus on the pool as a person was tossed into the water, shouting as he tried to keep his head afloat while others paid him no attention.

For a split second, as his head was afloat, Sam could see it was none other than Matt, and he could see the others had found it too and were now connecting the dots one by one.

The kanima, the fear of water, and Matt struggling to keep his head afloat in the water. After a few seconds, Sam was sure Scott was about to step forward - however reluctantly - and help him out, but somebody beat him to the water.

Jackson stepped forward, leaning down and dragging him out not too gently. As Matt choked up the liquid, the kanima stood up, looking around as if daring someone to challenge him.