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Madison Stilinki, a high school student with anger issues, attends Beacon School High - her friendship group consisting of her twin brother, Stiles Stilinski, and her best friend...
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After school, the three of us head back into the woods Stiles and Scott ventured through last night, since Scott dropped his inhaler and new ones cost a fortune. What I didn't get was how he was able to go the entire day without one, but I don't have asthma so I don't know, maybe there's a conserving breath technique?
We are forced to step into the river after school and I lift my feet up, my boots squelching when I put my foot back down on the leaves in front of us. So gross, I think to myself, as my face scrunches up in disgust. The lengths I go to because of my stupid crush.
"I don't know what it was, it was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball. And that's not the only weird thing." Scott continues explaining, as we walk through the woods, referring to lacrosse practice earlier. "I can hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear. Smell things."
Stiles' brows perk up. "Smell things? Like what?"
"Like the mojito gum in your pocket." Scott tells him, and we stop in place.
Stiles digs his hand into his pocket. "I don't have any mint mojito gum in my-" Only he stops himself speaking as he pulls out an old and very disguting looking piece of mojito gum, that had probably been laying there for weeks.
"Ew." I grimace. But what didn't make sense was how the hell did Scott know he had that? Or...smell it as he said?
"Wait - can you read minds too? Is that how you knew Allison needed a pen?" I gawk, the idea sounding insanely cool and also insanely terrifying especially for me.
Scott shakes his head. "No, I heard her outside saying she forgot one."
'Oh' I mouth, my excitement dying down. Kind of sounded way cooler than the other weird abilities he described. Would have made this bizzarro story actually sound cool to me.
"So all this started with a bite." Stiles raises his brows.
"What if it's like an infection, like my body's flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?" Scott questions.
I shrug. "Maybe you should talk to your mom about it. Y'know the actual nurse."
"No need - I actually think I've heard of this. It's a specific kind of infection." Stiles tells us and we stop in place as I furrow my brows at him. He's heard of an infection that makes you hear conversations from miles away and be able to tell exactly what's in someone's pocket by smell?
"Are you serious?" Scott questions him.
There was no way he was being serious.
Stiles puts his hands on his hips. "Yeah, I think it's called lycanthropy."
I roll my eyes, listening. Scott is definitely not going to know what that word means, but as I have a nerd brother I knew exactly what he was on about. And that he was winding him up. And I didn't blame him - Scott's story sounded insane.
