SIGHT || Teen Wolf (Stilinski)

21||Revelation

Chapter 21

That night, as I laid in bed staring at the blank ceiling illuminated by the ever growing moon, I tried forgetting about the past few hours. That wasn't going as planned, as all I seemed to be able to do was think about it. Over and over again.

"He kissed you?" Stiles yelled after parking in my driveway. I had left a short text to Matt soon after we left, telling him I was sorry for running off and that I'd gotten a ride home. He texted back almost immediately with, "Okay. I'm sorry."

I didn't respond.

I had told Stiles I didn't want to talk about it and asked him to fill me in on what happened while I was with Matt, so for the duration of the ride he was the one speaking. Apparently the ketamine didn't last long and Jackson got away. What had happened while he was out was even scarier though as, apparently, the Master spoke through Jackson. Something along the lines of, "I kill murderers. Anything can break when enough pressure is applied. They killed me."

And then, when Stiles stopped talking and pulled up to my house, I blurted it out.

"I-I'm sorry. I know you told me not to and it happened anyway. I'm sorry."

"Stop that, okay?" He said in a softer voice. "Stop saying sorry for something you had no power over. It's not your fault."

It's not your fault. He told me it wasn't my fault, but I could see it in his eyes, and the way his voice hardened. He was angry. I didn't know who it was aimed towards; a part of me didn't want to know. I was afraid that it was me he was angry at, even though he himself said it wasn't my fault.

As I laid there, unmoving on top of my duvet, I fell asleep thinking one thing.

It felt like my fault, and I hated it.

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"Clear your schedule," Lydia said perkily as we entered Allison's room. "This could take a while."

I set the shopping bags I was holding next to the bed before straightening and looking over at a laughing Allison. "How many outfits do you plan on wearing tonight?"

Lydia took out a monochrome stripped dress. "It's my birthday party. I'm thinking host dress, evening dress, and then, hm...after-hours casual."

I took out a blue dress from one of the bags and held it up to my body. It was pretty, but I wasn't planning on wearing a dress.

"I noticed that you didn't send out any invites," Allison said, her tone causing me to look up. It was hesitant, as if to say, are you sure people are going to be coming?

The tone of the conversation seemed to float right over Lydia's head. "It's the biggest party of the year, Allison. Everyone knows."

"I was wondering if maybe this year things, you know, might be different."

This get together was starting to become increasingly more tense. "Why would anything be different?" I asked as I pulled one of the bags from the floor and put it on the bed.

"Just because things have been off lately," Allison said lightly. "Things and people. Like Jackson."

I stopped rummaging through the bag and watched from behind Lydia as she moved to stare at Allison. "Why do you care about Jackson?"

Allison shook her head and looked down before shooting it up again. "Do you know if he's coming tonight?"

Jesus. I knew things had been tense between Jackson and Lydia ever since the incident at Scott's house when he transformed just prior to breaking up with her. Lydia was now becoming increasingly more suspicious, even though she pretended not to notice anything. Allison bringing this up wasn't helping our cause at all, and, even though she was just trying to get answers, it was clear to me that it was hurting Lydia more than helping.