Resurrection

Chapter 4

Derek has his broody face on while looking at Allison and Lydia. They have some weird marks on their arms that are exactly the same. Apparently the girl who saved the boy named Isaac left them there.

"I don't know Derek but I think it might mean something. I mean they said the girl was looking for Scott right? Nothing in this town happens coincidentally." I put into the conversation. He sends a glare my way which causes Stiles to perk up beside me and return the favor. I smile and give him a peck on the cheek.

"We just want to help." Allison tells him aggravated.

"You want to help? Find something real." He practically growls before storming out. Both Lydia and Allison let out a long sigh.

"He's not trying to be rude." I speak up. "He's just naturally that way already and there are two teenagers who's lives depend on him. He's stressed out and probably blaming himself. Just go ahead and look into it I guess, maybe you'll find something." I suggest with a smile before grabbing Stiles hand and pulling him after Scott and Derek.

"What would an alpha pack want with Boyd and Erica?" Stiles asks once we reach Scott.

"I'm not sure it's them anymore." Scott tells him.

"What do you mean?" I ask confused.

"Like maybe they want Derek." Stiles suggests. "For recruiting."

"That makes sense." I say aloud noticing that neither boy is paying attention. Their gazes stuck on the backs of two twins. "You know Stiles if you keep staring at guys asses I might start to think you're gay." I tease. He looks back at me challengingly.

"Would a gay guy do this?" He asks grabbing my face and slamming his lips on mine. I let out a gasp and he forces his tongue in my mouth making me moan softly. I grab his hair in my fingers causing him to grunt and pull me closer to him.

"Okay guys we're at school." Scott says awkwardly causing us to pull apart. My cheeks flush at such a grand display of public affection. "And I never want to see that again." I smile at Stiles and he gives me a wink.

He grabs my hand before hauling me along begrudgingly to Econ. It's my least favorite class. Coach is actually my favorite teacher but the subject is so boring. My seat is no where near Scott or Stiles which makes it so much worse. But I do have a window!

As soon as I sit down I advert my gaze to the tree outside the window. The longer I stare at the tree the weirder it seems to look. A gold light appears to flow from the roots through all the cells of the tree. I feel almost as I'm seeing the life flow through it. Maybe I am. It's not like I haven't been able to do weird stuff lately.

My thoughts are halted when I see Stiles out of his seat and in front of the class. When did that happen? My gaze travels to the sheriff standing outside the door.

"Stiles." He says firmly.

"Yeah coach I got it." The idiot replies. How can you not tell your fathers voice from your teachers?

"Stiles." He says again. This time said boy looks up and his face falls at the sight of Mr. Stilinski.

I watch as they both lead the room and I cast a glance at Scott meeting his worried gaze. His face grows serious as he listens into the conversation. He looks back at me with a worried expression and I know the news isn't good. Let's just hope no one's dead.
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After hearing the news of Heathers disappearance I met up with Lydia and Allison in the library for free period. Allison is sketching the bruise on her arm and I am looking up all supernatural things to go with glowing golden light.

"I want one." Lydia speaks up practically drooling. I turn around to see the twins from this morning.

"Which one?" Allison asks. I scoff and share a look with Lydia.