HELL ☉ S. STILINSKI [ 3 ]

Twelve ~ Psychic

Ahh, finding dead bodies in the middle of the night, also known as one of Brianna's favourites things to do to pass the time. Note the sarcasm.

Despite that she was dragged along to help by Stiles who had gone to order food for the couple in the next room. Midway through continuing her English essay, Stiles jogged back in and claimed that Lydia had found another body. So they, along with Scott who had told them about what had happened, went to find Lydia.

As soon as Brianna stepped out of the jeep at the school, she looked around. "Where is she?" She asked, referring to Lydia, in a worried tone..

Allison's voice caught the trios attention, "Over here."

"Lydia?" Stiles questioned her once the two girls had joined them.

"It's the same thing. Same thing as the pool. I got into the car heading somewhere totally different, and ended up here. And you told me to call you if there's a dead body."

"You found a dead body?" Stiles exclaimed.

"Not yet."

"'Not yet'?" Scott repeated in confusion. Oh, if there is no dead body I am gonna kill him. A peaceful night is all Brianna wanted. Just one.

"What do you mean 'not yet'? Lydia, you're supposed to call us after you find the dead body." Stiles reminded.

"Oh, no, I'm not doing that again." Lydia mused before narrowing her eyes at Brianna. "You find the dead body from now on."

"How am I supposed to find the dead body? That's not my power it's yours. Deal with it." Brianna huffed as she mimicked Lydia, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Guys." Scott called to them before Lydia could retort with the fact Brianna is the clarivoyant and they have that weird bond. "I found the dead body."

They all turned to Scott's line of sight to see a deputy laying dead on top of the Beacon Hills school sign. As soon as Brianna recognised the women as Tara she checked on Stiles. Stiles was closed to all of his dad's deputies but he talked about Tara the most. Brianna liked Tara as well, she was always happy and smiling. That women would help anybody, but somebody killed her.

After a few questions from the cops, the group of teenagers were sent home. Their reputation for turning up at crime scenes was still as known as ever. Brianna was starting to think the cops just expected them to be there at this point. Their questions weren't nearly as interrogating as the first few she had.

In school Brianna could barely focus. Since it was a relatively nice day Brianna had decided to sit outside go finish her essay. While she was typing on her laptop, she received a text from the hospital. It basically asked her if she wanted to take the night off for the recital in memory of all the towns losses that same night. Brianna declined since the last thing she needed was to remember that she couldn't save those people and she wanted to focus on saving other people at the hospital.

Eventually the school bell rang and Brianna strolled into miss Blake's class without making eye contact with her teacher. Ever since Boyd was murdered Brianna had either skipped school or that class but she knew she had to face miss Blake at one point. Stiles sent the blonde a comforting smile as Brianna took the seat next to him.

"Idioms, analogies, metaphors, and similes, all tools the writer uses to tell their story." Miss Blake began her lesson as she wandered around the classroom. When she reached the strawberry blonde behind Brianna, she stared at what Lydia was drawing. "Lydia, I wasn't aware you had so many hidden talents."

"You and every guy I've ever dated."

"Oh, um, well, that was an idiom, by the way." Miss Blake told her awkwardly. "Idioms are something of a secret to the people who know the language or the culture. They're phrases that only make sense if you know key words. Saying 'jump the gun' is meaningful only if you know about the starting gun in a race, or a phrase like 'seeing the whole board'."