Ever Since I Met You (A Stiles Stilinski Love Story)

Anchors

**Author's note: Sorry this is a long chapter:) ENJOY!!**

Something was wrong...with Stiles, with Scott and Allison. Deaton said it would leave a permanent darkness around their heart, but something else was going on. I could feel it. The night before school, I woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, someone's screams echoing in my mind. I knew it was Stiles somehow, having some sort of nightmare. I was worried about him. Yes, I am his girlfriend and I care about him, but ever since Deaton told me about the possibility that he would...be my downfall, I constantly worry about him. This ritual he participated in may have made him even more vulnerable to any sort of evil, and I didn't want to face him like that.

I got up the next morning, exhausted. I didn't sleep very well due to my constant worries. But I carried on with my day. I took a long, relaxing hot shower, changing into faded jeans and an off white knitted oversized cardigan. I put on some makeup to cover up any signs of tiredness.

The moment I arrived at school, I started to look for Stiles. Thankfully, it didn't take me long, because he seemed to be looking for me. We rushed towards each other, talking rapidly and simultaneously.

"Melody, thank goodness-"

"Stiles! I've been looking all over for-"

"Me too! I had a dream last night-"

"Last night, I woke up to your screams-"

"You were in it-"

"I don't know why-"

"And it felt so real-"

"Something's going on with you-"

"The others might be seeing things too-"

"We got to find them!"

Despite the fact we spoke at the same time, we managed to understand each other and immediately went out looking for Scott and Allison. We found Scott outside, running away from...his shadow.

"Hey! Hey, you all right?" Stiles asked, stopping Scott. He nodded, but I could smell his fear.

"You don't look all right, Scott," I said.

He nodded again. "I'm okay."

"No, you're not. It's happening to you, too- you're seeing things, aren't you?" Stiles inquired.

"How did you know?" he said, shocked.

"Because it's happening to all three of you," Lydia stated as she walked up to us with Allison at her side.

We all walked together, entering the school to our first class.

"Well, well, well- Look who's no longer the crazy one," Lydia pointed out.

"We're not crazy!" Allison argued.

"Hallucinating? Sleep paralysis? Yeah, you guys are fine," Lydia replied sarcastically.

"We did die and come back to life...That's gotta have some side effects, right?" Scott mentioned.

"We keep an eye on each other, okay?" Stiles proposed.

"And Lydia? Stop enjoying this so much," I added.

"What?" She exclaimed innocently.

I followed Scott and Stiles to our history class, finding that they had finally replaced Mr. Westbrook (after being sacrificed). Unfortunately, most of the seats were already taken so I was unable to sit next to Stiles. Instead, I sat in the back with another girl, who seemed new. I got my supplies out before turning to her with a smile.