(𝘔𝘈𝘓𝘐𝘎𝘕𝘈𝘕𝘛)
ma·lig·nant
/məˈliɡnənt/
ADJECTIVE
evil in nature or effect; malevolent.
𝘐𝘯 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩...
Theo's not the only one who shows up in Beacon Hills unannounced.
𝘖𝘳...
Turns out Theo seems to have a new best fr...
School. One of the top reasons teens all over the world are suffering from depression and I just so happen to be right in front of it. Nervousness fills my mind as I stare at the sign of the school. 'Beacon Hills High School' what a place to be.
"Do we really have to do this? Can't we just say we graduated already?" My voice broke the silence in the car as Theo and I sat in front of the school. I turned to look at the brunette boy who smiled at my words.
He turned to look me in the eyes, " You do know this is part of the plan, right?"
"So? Does it truly matter?" I can't stand school whatsoever. I look back out the window to notice Malia and Stiles having a rather heated talk in front of the school.
I listen in on their conversation as Theo does the same. "I don't know. Stiles... I mean, I see why you're worried— he's really hot. He's got like great hair, perfect body... You should definitely feel threatened." I mean she's not wrong.
Stiles's eyes widen and his mouth drops with shock at her comments, "Thank you... Because I do... Now more than ever."
"You want me to torture him?"
"No, I don't want you to torture him!"
"I'm pretty sure I can take him." I smile because I believe she could as well.
"I have a plan, alright? There are steps to doing this right." What is with this guy and his plans? I heard plenty of stories from Theo, enough to know that Stiles loves plans.
"What steps?"
"We get the story, verify the facts. You find the piece that doesn't fit, and... And catch him in the act. That's how you do it."
Theo taps on my leg while grabbing his bag, "Come on we got to go." I grab my bag as well, stepping out of the car. Theo and I turn to look at the two pairs of eyes looking at us and give them a wave.
Malia turns back to the boy in front of her, "Why are you so suspicious of this guy?"
"Because I remember Theo from fourth grade, okay? That's not Theo."
"Okay, and what about the girl? Harlow?"
"Oh her? Yeah, Parrish is working on that. He said he could barely find anything on her. It's like she doesn't exist."
"That's pretty weird."
"Yeah... Weird."
As the two of us walk in sync I can't help but whisper, "Let the games begin."
