𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒆𝒕𝒉, 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘬𝘪

𝟓𝟒

𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋

Coach was always loved by Aurelia.

She enjoyed his sarcastic comments, typically aimed at her friends. She loved the burning hatred he held for Greenburg. As well as the dedication he had for his team. But most importantly, she loved the way he stood against bulling.

And right now, if it wasn't for him, they would not have been walking Meredith into Scott's home.

The poor girl shook as Stiles and Aurelia directed her in inside, Scott and Isaac walking in front of them as they passed through the door. Running into Isaac at school, Lia demanded that he come with them.

She wanted him near. She knew something was going to happen that night. She wanted everyone close to her.

"What are you doing here?" Scott's voice interrupted her train of thought, causing her to slow her pace as she rounded the corner.

"I could ask you the same thing." Rafael asked, as if Scott didn't live there.

"Free period. We're doing group study." Stiles informed him, a slight tone of distaste in his voice.

Aurelia nodded along, the hand on Meredith's mid back, tightening instinctively. "Yeah, I'm failing Econ and these three muppets agreed to help me."

Suspiciously, Rafael nodded. "Who's she?"

"She's my girlfriend." Stiles answered, sarcastically. Looping an arm over Meredith's shoulders, while Aurelia held in her hysterical laughter.

"You're not my type." Meredith informed gently.

"He's my type." She corrected, looking Isaac up and down. He seemed both shocked and flattered. Rafael looked between the teens suspiciously but before he could talk, Stiles opened his mouth again.

"Well, obviously we have a lot to talk about. We should maybe take this upstairs." Stiles cringed, heading towards the staircase with Lia and Meredith in tow. "Isaac, you can come too."

Standing to his feet, Isaac made for the stairs, trying to ignore the burning eyes on the back of his head.

Reaching Scott's room, Aurelia sat on his desk chair and faced his bed. Meredith seated herself quietly, looking between Stiles and Isaac. Typically, a game of good cop, bad cop began and all Aurelia could do, was sit and watch.

Scott's room hadn't changed much over the years. Normally, as one grew up, they took more care of their possessions, but not Scott. It was rare his room was ever actually cleaned. Melissa had given up years ago, Scott was a messy kid. But Lia hated it. Aurelia supposed it routed from her home life, both her and Isaac had grown up knowing they had to have a clean room. It was much easier than the alternative and it kept them quiet and out of the way. To the point where, Aurelia would find herself organising her room and then re-organising it, every day.

"Lydia? You mean the red-haired girl?" Meredith chimed in, drawing Lia out from her inner thoughts.

"Yes! Yes! Good." Stiles cheered, turning over to Aurelia with his hands in the air. "Progress." He smiled. Turning back to Meredith, he now crouched down. "Now, all you got to do is tell us where she is."

"Okay." Meredith nodded, falling quiet. Aurelia stayed silent, watching the behaviour of the girl. She must have only been young, maybe seventeen. With her hair cut short and her body slim, it was clear she wasn't being fed well, that or her body didn't hold the weight well. "If she tells me."

Banshee.

"If she tells you?" Aurelia chimed, now rising to her feet, and sitting beside the girl. "Can you ask her?"