-BEACON HILLS. What was thought to be a normal town hidden in California was anything but if you stayed long enough to break past the facade of its small-town charm.
Because if you look past its many lacrosse state championships, unexplained murders...
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-I'VE NEVER SEEN MORE INTOXICATED teenagers in one place. Not even at the lacrosse state championship party last year at Jackson's house. Truly, the greatest mystery of Beacon Hills was how these parties never got busted, especially with the Sheriff's son in attendance.
I haven't seen Isaac in a while. I lost him somewhere between Party Rock and Timber. It was fine, though, I needed to find Allison anyway.
I pushed my way through the thrum of people, searching for the particular dark-haired girl. She wasn't in the kitchen (someone really needed to hide that punch bowl) or the living room (I'm never sitting on those couches again), which left the chaotic mess that was the backyard.
I spotted a couple girls from the volleyball team. Sky, another junior, was sitting in a group with her girlfriend and a couple seniors. I recognized some of the new girls that'd tried out tripping over themselves, the trademark solo cup in their hands.
Yeah, they will be regretting that later.
Music seemed to become a tangible force in the air, intertwined with the strobe lights cutting across the sea of dancing teenagers like lasers. I couldn't even tell where it was coming from, it was just everywhere.
I finally spotted Allison and halted, crossing my arms in thought. She was all but wrapped around Scott McCall on the dance floor; it felt like something I should very much not be watching.
"Aw man," a familiar voice said from next to me, and I turned my head to see Stiles Stillinski stop by my side, mimicking my position.
"It seems we both have lost our friends." I said.
"That boy has no self control." Stiles agreed, pursing his lips. "I knew this day would come, just not so soon."
I scanned over his side profile until his hazel brown eyes met mine.
"You wanna sabotage, Stillinski?"
His face lit up more than anyone's should considering the topic. "You read my mind, Fairer."
Without even speaking, he slung his arm around my shoulders and slouched considerably, like he'd been zapped of all his energy. I slung an arm around his waist and put on an expression of worry.
Together, we stumbled over to the pair. Eyes somewhere to the left, I purposefully bumped into the two.
"Oh sorr-Scott!" I breathed in relief, feigning surprise at the two. Stiles mumbled something nonsensical.
Allison noticed us first, smiling at me once she realized who it was. "Grace? Or-sorry, Gracie!"
"Gracie? W-what's wrong with Stiles?" Scott asked, his hands detaching from Allison's hips to help me support the boy's weight.
"I think someone might have slipped him some of that punch," I lied, practically dropping the Stillinski boy into his arms.
Allison touched her fingers to Stiles' head. "You know what, he actually does feel a little warm. You should get him some water."
