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"Puedes conocerla este fin de semana, volvemos a casa.
Te quiero, Gabby
-Dad"

gabriela cruz was... average to say the least. a normal teenager failing math and staying up late to watch 'gossip girl'. a regular girl, whose father was re-marrying again. you couldn't count the number of wives he's had on one hand. 

groaning, she turns off her phone and flopped face-down on her bed, leaving her father on read, she didn't want to meet his new fiancée, she was enjoying being home alone, since her father was in barcelona with his soon-to-be wife. she's snapped out of her thoughts at the sound of rustling from the pine tree outside her window.

probably just a bird.

THUD

okay, maybe not a bird.

she walks to the window and unlocks it, before looking down at the ground below.

"stiles?" her buzz-cut, spastic-yet-fantastic best friend was laying on the ground, spitting out leaves.

"no, it's coach finstock, yes 'stiles'. your window was locked."

sighing, gabriela says, "use the front door please, like a normal person."

stiles sighs dramatically before walking out of her view. gabriela runs down the stairs from her bedroom and finds herself in front of the front door, the bell ringing as if on cue.

"gabs, never tell me to be a normal person again."

"shut up. wanna tell me why you're trying to climb through my window at... 11 pm?" she says, glancing down at the digital watch on her right wrist.

the boy smiled brightly, "my dad left, like 10 minutes ago, dispatch called, every officer from the beacon department is coming in."

"and that's a good thing?" the girl raised an eyebrow at her friend.

"let me finish, my dear gabriela, i haven't even got to the best part!"

oh boy, she thinks

stiles continues, "they found a body."

"stiles, you idiot, if they found it, then what are they looking for?"

"that's the thing, gabby, they only found half."

the girl put her hands on stiles' shoulders, "you mean to tell me, you stopped me from being able to watch season three of gossip girl, to satisfy your weird obsession with the dead? it was getting good too, lily and rufus? i mean come on!"

"gosh, you're obsessed, put some shoes on, we gotta go get scott."

gabriela looked down, noticing her odd socks, "why am i friends with you two dipshits..."

she walks back into the house, sliding on jordans, not bothering with the laces.

"come on. you take so long!" stiles whines impatiently.

"shut up i'm ready."

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"stiles! what the hell are you doing?" scott all but yells, flailing a bat at the upside-down stiles.

"you weren't answering your phone!" he justifies.

"gabby?" scott asks, noticing the girl behind stiles, hugging her hoodie closer to herself in the cold.