Suffering//void!stiles

Two

Muffled laughter comes from the back of the room and I turn to see Scott coughing into his hand before smiling again at his friend "That'd be me." Stilinski calls bitterly as he waves and gives me a forced smile. I wrinkle my nose up in disgust as I pick up my bag and slowly walk towards the back of the room. Ms.Blake continues to pair people up before she finally claps to get everyones attention as if we're kindergarteners. 

"Since this is such a large class, one third of you will stay here while the others work in the library of the lunchroom." she explains. I instantly pray that Lydia and I get put in the same place, but my hopes are shattered as she's instructed to go to the library with Scott, and I'm forced to stay in the classroom with Stiles.

Speaking of Stiles, he seems almost as upset as I am. He's slouched in his chair and pouting slightly as he opens the book and his eyes scan over the words. I realize that we probably won't get much done together, and I sigh in frustration as I open the book up myself and read the first part. He sits up instantly when his phone chimes in his back pocket. He looks around the room for the teacher, and when he doesn't find her he slips out his mobile and opens up his messages.

I pretend that I can't read his screen, since it's obvious that he's tilting it away from me, but he isn't as sly as he thinks he is and I look at every text as I act like I'm reading the novel.

Scotty:Are they on the list?

You: Yeah, I checked. Lydia Martin and Calli Stiller.

Scotty:How much?

You: 6m. Each.

Scotty:Shit man thats alot.

You: Yeah, no shit.

Scotty:What do you think they are?

You: Well idk, they're something.

A slight anger bubbles up inside of me as I slam the book down onto the desk and turn to Stiles. He looks up with wide and confused eyes as I hold out my palm. "Give me the phone." I say through my teeth, unable to hold back the anger in my voice. Stiles instantly clutches the phone tighter and shakes his head. "Stiles, give me the fucking phone or I will shove my foot so far up your ass you will be tasting the leather on my Jimmy Choos until Christmas." I growl, not wanting to put up with his shit.

His eyes widen in fear as he slowly drops the slick device into my palm. I press the small telephone icon before holding up his cell to my ear and absentmindedly picking at my cuticles. Scott picks up right away and lets out a breath before speaking. "Did she do something? Stiles, why did you call? Are you okay?". Although his words confuse me, I decide to deal with it later as I try to speak in my most menacing voice. "Scott, give Lydia the phone." I demand. I hear him curse slightly under his breath before it goes silent. 

A few seconds later I hear Lydia's voice and I sigh in relief. "What's wrong Cal?" she questions, worry laced in her voice. "Look, something is up with these two and we need to find out like now. Get Mccall to the boys locker room and lock the door until you hear me knock. If he tries to do anything then pepper spray the shit out of that kid." my words are rushed but Lydia seems to understand what I've said, and instead of questioning me she just hums assertively and hangs up. 

"Come on Stiles." I say, turning to grin at the uneasy looking boy beside me. He refuses to get up as I stand to my feet and gesture for him to do the same. "Do you want to do this the hard way or the easy way?" I ask, bending down so that I'm staring into his eyes. I see his eyes flicker to my exposed breasts and I instantly regret wearing a low cut shirt. He visibly gulps before getting up and trailing behind me slowly as I head towards the door. 

I look around the classroom before seeing a familiar face and calling his name. "Lahey. If Ms.Blake asks where we went, tell her that Stiles was having a panic attack and I had to bring him to the washroom." The blonde boy nods and I smile at him thankfully before I grabs Stiles' hand firmly and drag him down the hall towards the locker rooms. 

"How did you know that I get panic attacks?" He asks, his voice shaking slightly. I shrug my shoulders "You just seem like a nervous guy." I explain, not wanting to carry out the conversation for longer than necessary. "No, like actually it's on my record that I get bad ones so you could literally get away with taking me for an hour. It couldn't have just been a lucky guess, how do you know that?". His voice begins to annoy me but I just glare at him before reaching the boy's locker room and knocking rhythmically. 

The lock clicks on the other side of the door and Lydia peeks out slightly before opening it wider to let us in. I drag Stiles in and his eyes instantly dart around the room until they land on Scott, whos sitting on a bench looking anxious. "Read this." I say to Lydia, taking Stiles' phone from my pocket and opening it up to his and Scott's conversation. Scott recognizes it as Stiles' and sends his best friend a death glare as Lydia takes it from my hand and scans over the words quickly.

"What the hell," she began, cutting through the silence in the room as she holds up the glowing phone screen towards the boys. "Is this?" Scott opens his mouth to say something but I cut him off. "Why does it seem like you know us, even though we have no idea who you are?" I inquire, looking from Stiles to Scott for an answer. 

"Well you see," Stiles says, "I am your father." his voice is deep and sarcastic and I roll my eyes and Scott punches him in the shoulder. Stiles winces and rubs his arm before looking back up to us. "I want an answer." Lydia demands, all innocence on her features is gone as she stares at them with anger in her eyes. After a few more seconds of silence, the sarcastic boy on the bench speaks up.

"Scott's a werewolf and somebody is paying people to kill every supernatural creature in Beacon Hills and we found the list and both of your names are on it so somebody is going to try and kill you because you guys are like, mythical creatures." He bursts out, before inhaling a breath of air. Scott stares at Stiles with wide eyes while Lydia and I exchange glances. 

Scott's hands are digging into the bench and I can tell that he's trying his hardest to not knock Stiles out. "Get out." Lydia orders curtly. I exhale with relief at the same time as the boys do and they quickly get up and scurry out of the room without another word. As soon as the door shuts behind them we hear Stiles yell out in pain and I turn to Lydia.

"How did they know we were comparing them to werewolves?" Lydia wonders aloud, her eyebrows knit together. "They probably just overheard us and wanted to make fun of us" I grumble as I walk towards the wooden bench and sit down. My head is spinning from all of this anxiety and Lydia still looks pissed. "I hate those fucking liars, especially Stiles." she scoffs as she continues to rant about the idiocy. 

I try to listen to Lydia's rant at first but then something catches my attention and I look down to see what it is. My stomach drops as I realize exactly what I've found. "Lydia, come look at this." I whisper, my voice trembling slightly. She walks over slowly before looking closely at where I'm pointing and letting out a small gasp.

Engraved on the wooden bench are five claw marks and dots of fresh blood.