❝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 4,Nancy Drew
The school day seemed insignificant in light of what Clementine had learned—though, truth be told, it wasn't much. But there was definitely something strange going on, a feeling that wrapped around her like a shroud. Her mind spun with possibilities. What could happen at a police station without the police knowing?
Unless... the police were in on it.
Clementine shook her head, dismissing the thought. That was just ridiculous.
Conspiracy after conspiracy raced through her mind, each weirder than the last. Her imagination had turned into a battlefield, each idea competing for dominance, and unfortunately, every one of them sounded like something out of a Stephen King novel. She loved horror stories, but the idea of living in one? Not so much.
Lydia flashed a bright smile as she approached. "Clem!" she called, her voice cutting through the fog of Clementine's thoughts.
"Oh, hey!" Clementine replied, snapping back to reality.
"Come to the bathroom with me?" Lydia asked, her eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and urgency.
"Sure," Clementine said, quickly shoving her books into her locker. The two girls made their way down the busy hallway of Beacon Hills. Lydia launched into a rant about her recent shopping spree that had gone horribly wrong, while Clementine nodded along, smiling occasionally but still wrapped up in her own thoughts. What did Stiles mean when he said, "Trust me, this shouldn't concern you"?
"Okay, new girl, spill! You're clearly not listening to my story, so what's going through your mind?" Lydia stopped, crossing her arms with a playful frown.
Clementine flashed an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry! It's just—don't you think everyone at this school is a bit weird?"
"Every day of my life," Lydia sighed, rolling her eyes dramatically. "But unfortunately, I'm stuck here. You, however, just arrived. So, who are you talking about?"
"Stiles," Clementine replied, glancing sideways as they walked.
"Stilinski?" Lydia raised an eyebrow, a grin creeping across her face.
"Yep, that's the one."
"Oh boy, you have no idea," Lydia chuckled. "Stiles is definitely in a league of his own. He's like the unofficial mascot of chaos around here."
Clementine laughed, the tension easing a little. "He definitely seems like it. I mean, he talks like he's got all these secrets, and then just drops random cryptic comments."
