Teen Witch; Stiles Stilinski [1]

Episode 9 Chapter 36

"Wait, so he just had random pictures of me on his camera?"

"Yeah. It was so creepy. There were some pictures of you and Stiles, pictures of you and Emily, pictures of you and me, pictures of you and Lydia, pictures of you studying in your room, pictures of you watching movies in your room. He's literally stalking you!" Allison explained.

"Wait, so does this mean he could possibly be watching me find out he's a stalker right now?"

"No, I just dropped him off at his house. You're safe, for now."

Cassie licked her lips, not knowing what to say. "So, he knows that you know?"

"Yeah, basically."

"We need to report this to the police. I don't want to feel like I'm being watched every second of the day."

"But how? We have no evidence."

"Then we'll just have to find some."

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Cassie was in Allison's room on her laptop. She hacked into Matt's account, with a lot of help from Danny. Allison was on her laptop to see if she could find anything about Matt's background. A criminal record, an arrest report, suspensions or expulsions from any of his old schools, stuff like that. The girls were hard at work when Lydia suddenly walked in with multiple Macy's bags. They immediately slammed their laptops shut.

"Clear your guys' schedule, this could take a while."

Allison got up from her desk and Cassie sat up on the bed with her legs crossed. Lydia put the bags down beside Cassie and laid the dresses out on the bed.

"How many outfits do you plan on wearing tonight?" Allison asked, surprised that there were so many dresses.

"It's my birthday party," she replied, taking out a dress. "I'm thinking, host dress. Evening dress. then... after hours casual."

"That's a lot of dresses," Cassie commented.

"I noticed you didn't send out any invites," Allison said.

"Biggest party of the year, girls. Everyone knows."

"I was wondering if maybe things, you know, might be different."

"Why would anything be different?"

"Just 'cause things have been off lately. Things and people. Like Jackson."

Lydia looked at her. "What do you know about Jackson?"

"Do you know if he's coming tonight?" Allison asked innocently.

"Everyone's coming," she replied. She took a short, deep breath and held out a nude-colored dress. "This one's American Rag. Mmm, I love it. For me, not either of you guys. These ones are Material Girl," she said, holding out two dresses for them. "They're for you guys."

Cassie took the black dress and examined it carefully. Mrs. Argent suddenly walked into the room with an ominous expression on her face, knocking on the door.

"Mrs. Argent," Lydia greeted, taking a blue dress and holding it to her body. "What do you think of this one?"

"Oh, it's lovely. Allison, uh, can I grab you for a moment to talk? Just the two of us."

"Um, can we do it later?"

"Actually, to be honest, sooner would be... would be better."

"Party's at 10:00," Lydia said.

"You'll be around, before then?" Mrs. Argent asked.

"I think so," Allison replied.

"You think so."