different » sequel to "infatuated"

01.

la iglesia
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Zoey, Lydia and Stiles walked under the burning sun that was beaming down at them in Mexico.

Zoey's eyes wandered around the little city, seeing very tan people walking around. "I really hope I do not look like that after this." She mumbled to herself.

Lydia's lips pursed, the three teens still looking around. Stiles' hand clasped together as he rubbed them together, "This doesn't seem so bad."

"It's not the town, it's the plan." Lydia said, Zoey letting out a laugh.

"What's wrong with the plan?" Stiles asked, glancing at Zoey's sister.

"Stiles." Zoey chipped in. "This could be the stupidest plan we've ever come up with. I don't feel like dying again." She glared at him as he looked at her.

"Okay, okay. I'm aware it's not our best." Stiles agreed.

Lydia nodded, "We are going to die."

"Are you saying that as a Banshee or you're just being pessimistic?" Stiles asked as they began to walk.

"She's saying that as a person who doesn't want to die." Zoey replied before Lydia could.

"Okay. Would you just mind restricting any talk of death to actual Banshee predictions?" Stiles asked.

"The plan is stupid," Zoey started and looked at her sister.

"And we're going to die." Lydia finished for her, the sisters looking at each other with a slight smile.

Stiles scratched the back of his neck with a sarcastic smile on his face, "Oh, thank you."

The three continued to walk as night was beginning to fall.

They walked down an aisle like, passing other people in the town. Zoey looked around as they did so, while her sister kept her handbag close to her and Stiles did the same as Zoey.

The three stopped by the place they were told to go, seeing two men guarding the door.

Lydia glanced at Stiles and Zoey before speaking Spanish. The other two only seem to catch the word "fiesta."

Zoey's brows rose, looking at her sister from the corner of her eye. But the man on their left shook their head, not gonna let them through.

Stiles let out a little sigh before taking a card out from his pocket and showed the man. The man's gaze looked to his right, at the security camera.

Stiles caught on to what he said so he raised his arm a little higher, towards the camera.

Then, the door buzzed, opening to let the three teens in.

Stiles glanced at the two Martin's, nodding slightly before walking in first, the other two following.

The first thing they saw was casual lights along the wall, not hearing a thing yet the walls were shaking.

The door shut behind them, making them look behind and glance at each other.

Again, Stiles walked before them, to a door that lead to most likely a party.