"Why are you trying to hide?
I know that look in your eyes
One night with me, and you'll never leave
How long 'til you realize
Oh, it's cute that you're caught in your lies
Yeah, you think about me all the time
'Cause you're getting too close, and y...
It was Monday morning and Malia was with Lydia in the art room, watching as the girl tried to force a prediction. Malia was over in the teachers chair, spinning around like a little kid as she watched Lydia work.
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"Lydia...?" Malia called over to the girl who hadn't moved for thirty minutes.
"What?" Lydia asked her, and Malia shrugged.
"If the first name was Allison, why not just type in other names of people who died?" Malia asked her, shrugging, wanting to get this part over with so she could go back to Stiles. The boy she loved. And who loved her. And just the thought of the boy made her smile.
"That- That might work." Lydia said, frowning at her, and she shrugged.
"I can be smart when I wanna be." Malia told her, and Lydia sighed as she got up and pulled out her lap top, putting in other names of people who died before putting in Aiden's name and another piece broke.
After that they quickly found the guys and went over the list, before it was time for class. And Malia and Stiles headed to Econ together.
"Economic disparity exists in all forms. Well, take sports, for example. Some teams have better training facilities, some have better equipment... Unlike Beacon Hills, that can barely afford the duct tape to keep our equipment together..." Coach said before looking at Stiles who was looking at dead body photos instead of listening, which Coach noticed before he smacked the Lacrosse stick in his hands on Stiles's desk, making him jump in shock. Coach leaned down and looked at the photos before looking up at the awkward boy. "You know, Stilinski... If I could grade you on how profoundly you disturb me, you'd be an A-plus student."
"Thanks, Coach." Stiles said, gathering the photos.
"Put those pictures away." He said and went to walk away but Stiles grabbed the Lacrosse stick in his hands and pulled off the end, looking at one of the photos. "Stilinski! The hell is wrong with you? ...Don't answer that." He said, yanking the stick and walking away.
"It's a lacrosse player." Stiles said to Scott and Malia.
"The killer's on the team." Scott said, looking around at the kids around them with wide eyes.
After class the three, plus Kira, quickly went to the locker room and started looking around at all of the Lacrosse Sticks, pulling off the ends to look inside them.
"This is pointless-- most of the team plays with their own gear." Scott said after a while of not finding anything.
"Maybe instead of trying to find a lacrosse stick with a hidden dagger in it, we should be trying to get the game canceled?" Kira suggested.
"Like Coach would agree to that." Malia scoffed.
"The game's the best way to catch him red-handed..." Scott told them, shaking his head.
