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𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐀
hope is the only thing stronger than fear

HOPE FILED OFF the bus along with Allison, Lydia, Scott, Stiles, and the rest of the Beacon Hills' cross-country team

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HOPE FILED OFF the bus along with Allison, Lydia, Scott, Stiles, and the rest of the Beacon Hills' cross-country team.

Seeing as though traffic and a tornado warning made the cross-country meet be rescheduled for the following day, they were now stopping at a small run-down motel.

The tribrid glanced up at the neon-sign above them, reading: Motel Glen Capri. And quite frankly, it looked like something out of a scary movie.

"Yeah..." Jed clicked his tongue, "that place is haunted for sure."

She found herself standing next to Isaac, and the two of them stared up at the building with distaste.

They had gotten to know each other a little more on the ride over to the motel. He is really a great friend and she couldn't be happier that she has met him.

Caroline cooed, slapping Bonnie's arm happily. "I love them!"

Jen rose her brows at the young blonde vampire; she's never seen someone so happy and preppy before. It's... refreshing.

"I've seen worse," Scott mumbled, gripping the strap of his bag tightly.

"Where have you seen worse?" Stiles asked with furrowed brows. He was a little grumpy due to the whole ride having to listen to Isaac and Hope laughing and getting along.

Lizzie snorted. "He's got some jealousy problems."

Coach blew his whistle, silencing all of the teenagers. "Listen up! The meet's been pushed till tomorrow. This is the closest motel with the most vacancies and least amount of good judgment when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves. You'll be pairing up — choose wisely. And I'll have no perversions perpetrated by you little deviants. Got that? Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves!"

Caroline snorted, "as if that's gonna stop them."

Isaac and Boyd took off together without another word, so Hope turned to notice that Lydia hadn't moved since they got off the bus.

Allison seemed to have caught on as well, and glanced back toward the strawberry-blonde. "Lydia?"

"I don't like this place."

Hope walked over to the girls, and laid a hand on her arm. "I don't think the people who own this place like it." She ran her hand down the girl's arm, and then held her hand. "And if you're that scared, Lyds, I'll be here to hold your hand."

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