Vindex *Stiles Stilinski* Book 2

What's a Party Without Hallucinations?

"My boyfriend is an idiot!" I exclaim as I watch the drag queens waltz into Lydia's house.

"No he was just trying to be helpful and make you happy." Allison chuckles. "He always makes sure you're happy." She whispers.

"Oh no what's wrong? What did dimwit over there do?" I ask pointing to Scott across the room.

"Nothing, it's nothing. I'm going to check on Lyd." She rushes walking away.

Sighing I decided to head over to dumb and dumber to figure out what Scott did. "I don't know what you did but go apologize." I demand walking up.

Scott stares at me wide eyed before responding. "Why should I apologize?"

Stiles lets out a scoff beside him and hits him in the stomach with the back of his hand. "Because you're the guy. It's, like, what we do." I nod at Stiles comment proud that he knows this.

"But I didn't do anything wrong." Scott defends.

"Wh- oh my god you definitely need to apologize. Anytime you idiots think you did nothing wrong you did something very, very wrong. Us girls don't get mad for no reason." I explain placing my hands on my hips.

"I'm not apologizing." Scott refuses making me wanna punch him in the face.

"Is that the full moon talking, buddy?" Stiles ask nonchalantly throwing his arms over my shoulder and tugging me into him. Not that I minded, he always smells so good!

"Probably. Why do you two careso much about this?" Scott ask agitated with us.

Stiles lets out a sigh and rest his chin on my shoulder. "Because, Scott, something's gotta go right here. I mean, we're getting our asses royally kicked, if you haven't noticed. People are dying. I got my dad fired. You're gonna be held back in school. The girl I love has almost died twice thank to some magic power her psychotic uncle gave her. And if on top of all that, I gotta watch you lose Allison to a stalker like Matt, I'm gonna stab myself in the face." Stiles threatens.

"Hey no face stabbing." I chuckle running my hand up his cheek.

"Why not?" He questions me.

"Because Jackson's here." Scott interrupts tugging us to the other room.

"So what are we suppose to do?" Stiles ask worried we hide in the kitchen.

"I don't know act normal?" Scott suggest.

"Well how do we do that with a vicious lizard out there?" Stiles panics.

Reaching over I grab a beer and pop the top. "Well I'm gonna drink a beer and go dance with my friends." I grin heading out to the dance floor where Alison and Lydia are.

"Jackson made it!" Lydia yelled to me as we danced.

I throw a fake smile at her and throw back the rest of my punch. "I know I saw!"

"I'm gonna go get a drink be right back." She calls leaving Alison and I.

"Think she's ok?" I ask pulling my hair off my neck as we dance around wildly.

Alison nods keeping and eye on Lyd. "Yea she'll be fine."

I nodded agreeing as I throw my hands in the air. Closing my eyes I move my hips to the beat of the music. Opening my eyes I scan the room and see Derek sketchily making his way to the stairs.

"Hey I'll be right back." I tell Alison before following where Derek went. Sneaking up the steps I see Derek slip into one of Lydia's extra rooms.

Following quickly I open the door that Derek disappeared behind. Slowly turning the door handle I step into the room, but it's different. This room is burned, the walls are charred in black, smoke still lingers in the air. It takes me a moment before I see the mauled body on the ground in front of me.

"How could you do this!" Derek's voice booms gaining my attention. "Laura only did this to protect you and this... This is how you repay her, by having her killed!"

"What are you taking about?" I whisper letting the tears slide down my cheek.

"She came back to save you!" He yelled again, the veins in his neck prominently showing. "All because she felt sorry for you!"

"I never asked for her to come back." I cried trying to wipe away the stray tears.

"Really? All those messages about how you missed us, how you're alone and how crappy your life is! You guilted her into it." Derek yelled coming closer and backing me into the wall.

"I-I d-didn't w-want t-this to-to happen." I cried sliding down the wall.

"You killed her!" He continued to yell over me.

Keeping my face in my hands I continuously whimpered out "I'm sorry."

I could still hear the yelling in my ear. But soon more words were blending in it. "Devin. Devin!" Lifting my head I saw a blurry Scott and Stiles but Derek was still there, yelling.

Why aren't they helping me? Why haven't they made him stop?

"Sorry Dev." Moments later my sight is blinded by the coldness of water on my face.

"What the hell!" I shriek looking up at Scott and Stiles.

"She's back." Stiles grins.

"Come on we need to find Lydia." Scott rushed pulling me up. Not quite fully understanding what's wrong I separate from the boys and try to find Lyd.

Shoving my way through the crowd I eventually meet back up the the guys. "Hey, I can't find her." Stiles says coming up to us.

"Me either." I panic looking around.

"And, dude, anyone who drank that crap, they're freaking out." Stiles continues as we watch some kid fly into the pool.

"What stuff?" I question still confused.

"The punch." Scott elaborates. "Anyone who drinks it is hallucinating." Oh well that explains it.

"Oh of course what's a party with out hallucinations." I scoff coldly.

"What the hell do we do?" Stiles asks, worry evident in his voice.

"I don't know, but we gotta..." Scott is cut off by screaming coming from in front of us.

"I can't swim! No, no, no, no, stop, guys" Matt cries out as he's thrown in. "I can't swim! I can't swim! I can't... I can't..." Slowly his cries die out as I grip Stiles arm.

I watch carefully as Jackson reaches down and helps pull him out. "What are you looking at?" He yells at everyone as Jackson stands protectively next to him.

"It's him." I whisper tightening my grip on Stiles. Matt take a few steps forward so he's standing in front of us, before pushing between us all.

Next thing I know some yells the cops are here and everyone is running. I feel a hand wrap around mine as I'm tugged out to the jeep.