"What did you find? Where, did you find it? How, did you find it? And yeah, I've had a lot of Adderall today, so don't even ask." Stiles bursted through Scott's bedroom door. Brooke dropped her head into her Chemistry book, she knew if she didn't study that she was going to fail the quiz on Monday. And Brooke knew if she started failing then her parents really would force her back into the Emissary business. She really wanted today and the rest of the weekend to be a huge study party and also wanted to help Scott's already failing grade.
"When I went to the Hale House, I saw some dirt that looked like it'd been dug up. And I smelt blood." The moment Scott said 'blood', Brooke's head perked up. But she still didn't think that Derek had anything to do with the torn in half dead girl, they both knew who she was.
"That's awesome!" Stiles exclaimed. "I mean, that's terrible. Could you uh, tell whose blood it was?"
He's way too into all of this supernatural bullcrap, Brooke sighed internally. If he knew what really happened to the Hale family, he's probably scream his head off. Or, if Stiles knew what Brooke had done, he'd never look at her again. . . at least that's what she thought. And that was the reason why she has neglected to tell her best friends that she knows everything that is happening now with the Supernatural because she's been dealing with it since she was only 8 years old.
"I couldn't tell, but now we can tell your Dad. Then he can nail him for that dead girl's death." Scott cracked Brooke away from her thoughts.
"Which means you get to play in the game, right? Like you've always wanted to." Brooke cut into the conversation, well more like sliced it.
"Brooke, seriously?" Stiles sighed angrily.
"What?" She shrugged innocently. "Scott you don't know how to control yourself yet, and you wanna do something that involves intense anger and grit? Are you trying to get someone killed?" The two stared at her blankly.
"Fine. Fine, what's your big plan? Huh, teen wolf?"
Brooke takes a seat in the waiting room of the beacon Hills Hospital, she didn't want to be a part of this whole suicide mission thing, but Brooke knew if she stayed away she'd lose her friends and that they'd probably end up dead without her help. Scott 'secretly' made his way down to the morgue to find the already discovered half of the dead girl to get a scent of the blood, to see if it was the same. Stiles stood near Brooke trying not to look suspicious.
Brooke noticed Lydia a few feet away, Stiles saw her too because he began to walk over with those big heart eyes that made Brooke cringe. The broken hearted girl tried to pry her eyes away from the embarrassment that she was coming, but she just couldn't keep her eyes off the boy she loved. The only boy she ever loved.
"Hey, Lydia. You probably don't remember me, but I uh, sit behind you in Biology. And I've always felt like we've had a sort of connection, unspoken of course." Lydia grinned at him politely as if she'd heard him. The strawberry blonde girl took out the bluetooth in her ear which made Brooke's face scrunch while she tried not to laugh.
"Sorry, I didn't catch any of that. Is it worth repeating?" Lydia asked, totally and completely unaware that Stiles loved her.
"Oh, um, no. It-it's fine." Stiles stuttered awkwardly. Lydia smiled before re-attaching the bluetooth and Stiles took the seat next to Brooke. She hoped that this would happen every time. That one day Lydia would shoot him down, and he won't want to take it anymore. And he'll just turn to Brooke, the one who's always been there for him and always will be.
"How'd that work out for ya?" Brooke questioned with a tiny snicker.
"Thanks B, I'm so glad that I have you to give me a confidence boost when I need it the most" He fake smiled which instantly made her laughing stop, Brooke smiled with sympathy. She laid her head on his shoulder and rubbed his arm smoothly.
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Awoken Chaos
Fanfiction"Brooke come out and play." She taunts me. My grip on the kitchen knife grows tighter after every footstep I hear. My palms start to sweat and my breathing hitches when her movement stops. It was dark enough in the pantry where I hid that I could s...