❝but friends don't look at each
other the way we do...❞
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𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Clementine Jones discovers
a lifelong partner in crime amidst a
world of chaos...
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𝑻 𝑬 𝑬 𝑵 𝑾 𝑶 𝑳 𝑭 . . .
fem!oc x stiles stili...
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CHAPTER 2, where the shadows live
Clementine leaned against her locker in the bustling hallways of Beacon Hills High, attempting to evade the monotony of English class. The teacher droned on, and the assignments felt pointless—nothing out of the ordinary for her experience so far. She had noticed an unusual police presence around the school, officers interviewing students and checking classrooms. Whispers among her classmates hinted at a shocking event: Isaac Lahey had allegedly murdered his father. The details were murky, especially since the Laheys lived just across the street, but the rumors were hard to ignore.
Her gaze wandered, settling on Lydia Martin—a girl whose name was often spoken in hushed tones—engaged in a heated discussion with what Clementine assumed was her boyfriend. In her brief time in Beacon Hills, she had heard tales of Lydia's bizarre ordeal: attacked at homecoming and subsequently wandering through the woods in a state of undress. Today marked her return to school, and the air crackled with curiosity about her absence.
"They said if you hadn't found me and carried me back, I could have died." Lydia was saying, her voice earnest. "So I just - I wanted to say thank you."
The boy scoffed, his tone dismissive. "Lydia, we are not getting back together."
Clementine felt a pang of awkwardness as Lydia's confusion was palpable. She considered intervening but decided against it; that would only make things more uncomfortable. Instead, she remained at her locker, a reluctant spectator.
"And just because I kept you from bleeding out on a field once, don't expect me to come running every time you start screaming."
"I never said—"
"I'm not responsible for you. Okay? But I will give you one piece of advice. If I were you, I'd stay home tonight."
The tension escalated, and Clementine's discomfort grew. Moving now would draw attention, but remaining still felt intrusive. What did he mean by "tonight"?
"It's a full moon," the boy declared, his words hanging ominously in the air. Clementine raised an eyebrow; unless there was a supernatural cult lurking in Beacon Hills, he had to be the one losing his grip on reality. With that, he walked away, leaving Lydia stunned.
Now would be the perfect time to slip back to class, yet Clementine hesitated, empathy stirring within her. Teenage boys could be insufferable, but they didn't have to be.
"Are you okay?" she asked, stepping closer to Lydia, who looked startled.
