Lorelai doesn't believe in the supernatural, but when your a ghost seeing clairvoyant teenager living in Beacon Hills, it's quite hard not to.
(stiles stilinskixoc)
Teen wolf | s3
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It was dark by the time the bus pulled up to a hotel, all five of the group piling out of the vehicle as they looked at the building wearily. It looked like a complete and utter hell hole.
"Listen up!" Coach called blowing his whistle as everyone gathered around, all three girls sharing a knowing look as they hung back, "The meets been pushed till tomorrow, this is the closest hotel with the most vacancies and least amount of good judgment when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourself."
Lorelai snorted at that, ignoring the looks of judgement sent her way at her immature tendencies, "You'll be pairing up, choose wisely." He barked, his eyes surveying the class as they took their room keys. "And I'll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants, you hear that? Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves!"
Lorelai sighed, following Allison into a walk before stopping as she realised Lydia wasn't following them. "Lydia, are you okay?" She asked, her eyes trained on the redhead as she stood still, her eyes stuck on the hotel as a look of dread coated her face.
"I don't like this place." She admitted eerily causing the brunette to furrow her brows.
"I don't think the people who own this place like this place." Allison joked trying to ease the girls tension.
"It's just a night, we'll be fine." Lorelai reassured walking back to her, trying to ignore the feeling that bubbled in her stomach as the girl stood rooted still.
"A lot can happen in one night."
*
Lorelai was lying on her bed when Scott came into the room, far too busy on the phone to Marjorie to notice his strange state, assuming that when he entered the bathroom where Allison was showering that the girl had left out some information on their strange situationship.
Smiling softly at the boy, she turned her attention back onto her aunt, her voice ringing out in her ears. "So, you won't be back tonight?" The woman asked confusion in her voice. "I thought you were just going to the cinema with them, not having a sleepover."
The brunette bit her lip, trying to figure out the best way to tell her aunt that she had ended up in a hotel in the middle of nowhere. "Well, it wasn't planned but we kinda, uhm-followedourschoolslacrosseteam toanawaygamebutitgotpushedtotomorrowsoweareactuallyatahotelwiththem." She blurted out rather quickly, causing the line to go dead silent.
"What?!"
"I'm sorry," Lorelai sighed, genuinely upset at the thought of disappointing Marjorie, "It just happened so quickly and i had no idea that this would happen-"
"Are you safe?" Marjorie asked calmly interrupting the girl.
