The Lost Hunter ⚜ Sophomore Year [Crossover Fanfiction]

Chapter 22 ⚜ The Girl Who know Too Much

Past the opaque window in the door of Coach's darkened office, two figures meet, a clandestine rendezvous. I yank Aiden's T-shirt up, pulling it over his head. Aiden moves to kiss me.

But I take his chin, turning his cheek, my lips brushing lightly against his neck as The fire alarm begins blaring. I pull back, hearing the rush of footsteps through the corridor outside.

Aiden asks "Where you going?"

I say "It's a fire alarm" 

"When in high school has a fire alarm ever actually ended up being a real fire?"

"That's exactly the kind of thing you'd expect two dumbass students to say just before getting burned alive. You first."

Rolling his eyes, Aiden pulls his shirt back on and cautiously slips out the door to join the other students filing out of the school. 

I wait a moment.

Then just as I begin to step through, Cora steps in "You don't have very good taste in guys, do you?"

Under the still bleating alarm, I try to step around Cora but the girl blocks me from the door "Problem?"

"Yeah. Derek would like to kindly ask you to not see Aiden anymore. Which means the next time I catch you with him, I'm not going to pull a fire alarm. I'm going to pull your tongue out of your head."

"Listen, sweetheart, my last boyfriend was a homicidal lizard and after him a supernatural hunter. I think I can handle a werewolf" The Alarm stops. But Cora doesn't move. I raise my hand to physically move her "Let go. I said___"

"Let go." Stiles steps through on the locker room side of the office. Noting his dead serious look, Cora finally releases me.

⚜ The Lost Hunter ⚜

In the empty classroom, Stiles opens a box on one of the tables in front of Cora and me. Peering inside, I remove a planchette from the box as Stiles unfolds a telltale board with letters and numbers on it "A Ouija board?"

Stiles says "Also called a spirit board. And it's worth a shot." 

I say "A shot in the dark" 

"Will you just try? This is for Scott's boss. The guy who's saved our collective asses more than once." Stiles sets the planchette in the middle of the board.