Altered // Stiles Stilinski [BOOK 2]

Chapter Eight

(I had a lot of trouble writing this chapter so please don't hate me if you don't like it. IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE AT BOTTOM!!!!)

"I just talked to Kira. She's on her way. She said it's all going fine," said Scott while he hopped of his bike and taking off his helmet.

"No, it's not that. I have to tell you something," Stiles said hesitantly. "I asked around about Liam. I know why he got kicked out of his last school."

"This is gonna be bad isn't it?"

Stiles took out his phone, opening a picture, "He kinda got into it with one of his teachers. And... the kid's got some serious anger issues."

"How serious?"

Stiles held out his phone to show Scott the picture, "Well that's his teachers car. After he took a crowbar to it."

Stiles has explained all of this to Malia, Lydia, and I earlier. The teachers car was pretty banged up... well that's an understatement. The car was so banged up, windows broken, popped tires, and on the side he scratched 'This is your fault' which probably has a whole other story to it.

We had already been waiting inside by the time Kira showed up to Liam and let me tell you, he was not happy to see us. He turned around to leave but Kira stood in front of the door, muttering an apology. 

 "What the hell is this?" He asked, throwing his arms up. I winced at his voice. It wasn't that loud, just with my super-hearing, if that's what you call it, made it 10 times as loud.

"Think of it as an intervention," Stiles spoke up. "You have a problem, Liam."

"And we're the only ones who can help," said Scott.

Liam was very confused when we had to explain the supernatural to him. We might have had to explain it a couple times and I still think he doesn't quite understand...

"Werewolf?" He points to Scott. 

"Werecoyote?" Then to Malia. 

"Banshee." Lydia.

"Vampire?" I nod at him.

He turns around to Kira, "Fox?" "Kitsune. But fox works," she replied.

"What are you?" He nods to Stiles.

"Uh, for a little while I was possessed by an evil spirit," Stiles nods and folds his hands together. "It was very evil."

Liam crosses his arms, "What are you now?"

"Better. Um..." Stiles looks down at me and shrugs.

Liam looked down at the chains on the table, "Are those for me?"

"No, they're for me," said Malia, flashing her bright blue eyes.