so•ber
/ ˈsōbər /
Not affected by alcohol; not drunk.
Everyone talks about the common effects of drugs and alcohol. The difference from being sober, drunk, or high. Sure, it's hard to stop drinking. Sure, it's hard to quit smoking. It's hard to g...
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"Maybe I shouldn't try to be perfect. I confess, I'm obsessed with the surface. In the end, if I fall or if I get it all, I just hope that it's worth it." -The Neighbourhood ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It's been five days. Five entire days since a new chimera showed up or the dread doctors even made a peep. It's been quiet, overwhelmingly silent. Normally I would praise whatever higher power is out there but right now I know we're all just waiting for something to happen. I look around the school at these kids that I grew up with and it's rare to see a smile on anyone's face. Even the ones who aren't involved are waiting for the bomb to drop. Waiting for the inevitable.
I walked through the doors with Stiles right beside me. He's the only one I've really been talking to through this break with the occasional words spoken to Lydia considering we've been searching the woods in our free time. We know Parrish is the one taking the bodies and we know he's taking them to the nemeton but the last time we had to find that thing I almost had to kill Stiles, I already said we weren't doing that again.
Landon has been quiet. He talks to me, he just doesn't ever have much to say. I know why, I'm just not sure if he's ever going to admit it. Liam and Hayden are official. They're together all of the time so when I turn the corner and see Landon making out with cheer captain Charlotte Hart. He didn't like her which made my heart sting for the girl who was being dragged around just so Landon could pretend everything was fine.
I looked to the side, seeing Liam and Hayden walk past Landon and Charlotte not even muttering a simple greeting. I glanced at Stiles who was completely in his own world. I had already seen Scott who was standing in front of us but he seemed out of it as well. Malia had been walking behind us for quite some time and when we passed Lydia I didn't even attempt to say hi. We didn't talk anymore, none of us did. I'm not sure if it's because we don't want to or because we truly don't notice each other anymore, but either way, it's been silent in more ways than one.
Hayden and Corey are the only newly turned chimeras we know of and as of now, everything seems great with them. Even if it wasn't I don't believe they would tell us. They don't need us and they've made it more than obvious. I looked up at Stiles, staring at the concentration on his face. A million thoughts running through his head and he wasn't going to share a single one.
I reached up, running a hand through his hair which finally caught his attention. He looked down at me, his eyes moving at a rapid pace as they examined my face, wondering what was so important that I needed to steal him from his head.
I raised my eyebrows impatiently causing him to sigh, "I'm sorry."
"Don't be." I shrugged, "Stiles, you know that I'm here-"
"If you wanna talk, yeah." Stiles interrupted me, "I know."
I opened my mouth, I wanted to tell him I knew. I wanted to tell him that my ability betrayed him and I heard Theo. Stiles killed someone but that didn't bother me. I was sad that he thought I would push him away after figuring out but the truth is, he could kill someone with no justification and I would still testify for him everyday. I smiled nonetheless and kept my mouth shut. I intertwined our fingers and allowed him to step back into himself and continued walking without another word.
