Looking Glass || Stiles Stilinski ²

03 || Heavy Burden

Episode: Omega

Dread had flushed back into my system the minute we returned to Beacon Hills. Everyone knew. Everyone was aware it was Lydia who'd gone missing. All the tension and awkwardness weighed on the pit of my stomach like a boulder, but I tried hard to maintain my posture.

Right before we could enter the classroom, Asher held me back, turning me toward him and holding the back of my head gently. "Are you sure you're okay?" He wanted to know, his eyebrows furrowed.

It took me a minute to answer that, breathing in deeply, "Yeah. I'm better now."

He nodded softly, "Okay. Okay, that's good." A kiss was pressed onto my lips, bringing my racing mind back to its resting state. I could breathe more comfortably. He took my hand and led me into the classroom, which unluckily happened to be Mr. Harris' Chemistry class.

I separated from him and walked toward my desk, placing my books beside my lab partner for the day, "Good morning, Erica."

The blonde girl quickly looked up from the doodled notebook and gave me a tired, nervous smile. She didn't feel right to me. Without my 'powers', I would still be able to tell she's been having restless nights by the bags under her eyes. "Morning."

"How are you?" I questioned, sitting down.

A quiet splutter of laughter came as if my inquiry had been absurd, and she began to fiddle with the pen in her hand. "I'm not even sure myself."

I frowned, "Want to talk about it?"

Erica connected eyes with me, staring quietly, hesitating, then shook her head. "No, not really."

"Alright." I sent her a reassuring look. "That's okay."

"Miss Levine, focus now. Leave any conversations for after class." Mr. Harris lightly tossed a stack of thin handouts on our desk - a pop quiz.

I took one of the stapled quizzes and slid the other toward Erica, who mumbled a faint 'thank you'. Briefly, I skimmed through the pages filled with several columns of questions about the periodic table and chemical bonds. Truthfully, the number and types of questions didn't shock me anymore; I took my pencil straight to the paper without whining about it.

Not even five minutes later, the silence had been broken.

A deep sigh came from across from me - Stiles. "Alright, it's causing me severe mental anguish to say this, but he's right."

"I know," Scott responded.

My eyebrows furrowed, joining his whisper. "Who's right?"

"Jackson."

"Woah." I blinked with surprise. "Never thought I'd hear that."

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Tell me about it."

"What is he right about?"

"He was a real dick about it, but he said Lydia is dangerous if she really is turning."

I chewed my lip nervously, understanding why Jackson was right. At no point in my life did I want to imagine my friend as someone capable of murdering others, but if she was turning, it was likely she had no control. The night I actually turned, I almost harmed or killed Stiles, but he helped me force myself back into place.

Lydia had no one out there.

The buzzcut-haired teen huffed once more, " What if the next body part she steals is from someone who's still alive?"

"This is a pop quiz, Mister Stilinski." Harris' insufferable voice pierced through our allegedly silent conversation. I pursed my lips, restraining myself from making any sounds or faces pinning me as guilty. "If I hear your voice again, I may be tempted to give you detention for the rest of your high school career."