Suffering//void!stiles

Five

"Did you hear about that guy who killed himself in the sewers under our school?" Lydia asks, her voice dull as she mixes punch in my moms crystal bowl. "No, what happened?" I call back, only half paying attention. We had been prepping for the party for almost an hour now and I was ready to just shower and give myself a good manicure. "Some kid went down there as a dare, and he like heard his blood dripping and found the body." she shudders slightly at the story, but a part of it makes me look up in interest.

"Dripping blood?" I ask, my eyebrows raised in concern. "Yeah, he slit his wrists and the blood kept dripping even as he fell unconscious and died." she replies, not at all fazed as she places rose petals on the table. "And you couldn't hear the dripping unless you went into the sewer?" I press, thinking back to when we were leaving the parking lot on the first day. Lydia looks up from the flowers and gives me a trivial look. "I guess not, why?" she worried. I shake my head as if to say 'don't worry about it' before turning back to the chip bowl.

After another hour of setting up, Lydia and I are finally upstairs getting ready. Her dress is a cute grey mini and mine was royal blue and went halfway down my thigh. The doorbell chimes loudly and I put down my heels before glancing at the clock. "There's another ten minutes." I chime, looking at Lydia expectantly. She checks the time before shrugging and going back to her hair. Letting out a loud sigh, I get off the bed and venture downstairs to see who it could be.

I open the door, expecting to see a person, but instead I'm greeted by a large pink box. "Hello?" I call out tentatively, trying to peek around the box. Suddenly Stiles' head pops out from above the box and I take a step back in surprise. "Happy Birthday!" he calls, trying to push through the door. "C-can you just grab the other end." he mutters, when he realizes that the box won't fit. I sigh and turn the huge box to the other side so that it will fit. "You didn't need to get me something so big." I laugh lightly, trying to break the awkward tension. Since Monday, we had completely avoided each other. During English class we would sit silently and read the book, without exchanging a single glance. I could tell that he was nervous around me, especially since whenever he was within a foot close to me he would visibly gulp every few seconds. Allison and I had been getting closer and I learned that her and Scott had left their old school because of the fact that they knew there was more to the story than Stiles just hanging a dog.

She never seemed to go farther than that, and I had decided to not push any further. Scott had thanked me for inviting Stiles, but other than that we hadn't talked very much. Stiles stands there awkwardly for a few seconds before rubbing the back of his neck anxiously. "You look good.." he mutters, obviously uneasy. I open my mouth to thank him but the doorbell chimes again and I hear the clicking of heels upstairs. Lydia appears at the top of the staircase, and pauses slightly when she sees Stiles, but she clears her throat and looks at me.

"Go finish getting ready," she instructs, "I'll get the party started." I pat her shoulder and smile at her as I pass her on my way up the stairs. As I reach my bedroom, the door opens and voices fill the house. Music is soon shaking the walls and I finally finish touching up as I glance at myself one last time. My hair is curled and cascades down my back and my eyes pop due to the palette that I used. It's safe to say that I have never felt as confident as I do right now. I walk down the stairs slowly and people turn to look at me.

Allison, Scott, and Stiles are standing in the corner holding cups and they're the first people that I see. I can't help but think of how good Stiles looks now that he isn't all awkward, but then my eyes land on Isaac and I instantly shake all of those thoughts from my head. He wraps his arm around my waist and presses a kiss onto my hair as he leads me towards the kitchen to get us some drinks.

My eyes drift around the room and I give quick smiles to people wishing me a happy birthday before my eyes land on the trio in the corner. Stiles catches my eye and Scott and Allison follow his gaze towards me. He mutters something to them under his breath before patting Scott on the back and coming towards me.

He reaches me and places an arm around my waist, I notice that he's being careful not to touch my ass but I still flinch away. "We need to talk, it's urgent." He mutters. I look over his shoulder to see that had disappeared and Allison was now typing on her phone rapidly.

"Ok, so talk." I reply, still distracted by how long Isaac has been gone. "Not here." He mutters whilst pulling my arm towards the empty hallway. "Um excuse me?" I laugh bitterly, taken aback by how rude he's being. "Listen Callie, Lydia and Scott will be there so it's not like I'm trying to pull something."

I roll my eyes and let him pull me to a deserted room, purely because I knew that Lydia would be there if Scott was in charge of getting her. Surely enough, Scott and Lydia are standing on the back deck talking about something when we get there. Scott sees me and smiles tightly and Lydia runs up to me and stands by my side.

"Okay so whats the problem?" I question, looking between the two boys. "We haven't decided if theres a problem yet." Stiles muses. Scott glances at him with furrowed brows before turning back to us. "Look girls, I'm really sorry but we wouldn't have brought you here if it wasn't important." Scott's voice trails off slowly and I cross my arms as the breeze chills my bones. Stiles elbows Scott slightly and suddenly they're both coming towards us with something clenched in their fists. I open my mouth to scream but Stiles jabs something into my arm and I freeze up and fall into his waiting arms. "Fuck." I whisper, unable to speak louder. Lydia is gasping for air beside me and I feel my eyelids grow heavier.

"Sorry little dove."