In This Together ▷ Stilinski

Chapter 14. Climactic Moments

"I still think this is a bad idea," I mumbled as I followed behind Stiles, who was breezing his way through the hallway, his left hand latched around my wrist as I struggled to keep up with him. The hallway was empty, due to the fact that classes were still going on. Jesus if we get a detention for not having a hall pass, I swear to god.

Stiles sighed outwardly, "I know that this bond you have with Lydia freaks you out, but I think it actually might come in handy right about now."

He's right, I know he is. The entire car ride back to school I was trying to connect myself with Deaton so I could find some sort of information about his whereabouts, but nothing happened. I still have issues connecting with people that aren't Lydia, so if she can maybe use her freakish ability to find a body that is dead or about to be dead, then maybe I can link my thoughts with her's and get a damn reading on the situation.

"I don't know where she is--"

"Athletic's closet that's by the boy's locker room." I cut him off without even thinking about it. What the hell?

Stiles reeled his head back to glance at me in confusion, "What did you just say?"

"Uh, um... I don't know where that came from." How did that just happen to come out of my mouth? That was weird.

"Add that to the list of weird things that has happened in the past 24 hours then," He mumbled as he turned the hallway that led to the boy's locker room.

This whole bond with Lydia thing is getting stronger and stronger by the day, and I have no idea why I am so connected to her. We literally have nothing in a common, and to be honest she wouldn't exactly be my first choice in a female companion. She scare's me.

Just as we approached the locker room door the fire alarm began to sound, and doors of classrooms opened as the students poured out into the hallway. Stiles sighed as he pulled the door open and stomped into the locker room, paying the fire alarm no mind.

"What if there is an actual fire?" I questioned as he released my wrist and slipped his fingers into the spaces between mine, due to the fact that he was no longer tugging me behind him and we were now walking at the same pace.

He shrugged, "When has a fire alarm at school ever been pulled because there was an actual fire?"

"That's probably not a good assumption to go on, babe. I mean... this time could be an actual fire." I pointed out as he groaned in annoyance, I knew there wasn't an actual fire-- it's not even around lunch time and Harris is gone so there is no chemistry experiments going on that require a flame.

When we rounded the corner to the athletic's closet, my eyes widened at the two people that just happen to be standing there. Lydia and Cora. Why the hell is Cora even in this closet? She doesn't even go here. Plus, I'm pretty sure it's illegal for her to be in here without a visitor's pass.

I don't know what kind of exchange was going on before Stiles and I walked up, but for some reason Cora snatched Lydia's wrist forcefully and cocked her head to the side in a dangerous fashion. Lydia clenched her jaw, "Let go."

"I said--"

"Let go." Stiles' spoke up, which caught both Lydia and Cora off guard. His voice took a very authoritive tone, and I glanced at him oddly, very rarely does he ever sound that forceful.

"Yeah, she said let go." I sassed as I smirked at the younger Hale sibling. Cora scoffed as she dropped Lydia's wrist and crossed her arms over her chest. Whoa, I feel like a badass.

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"A Ouija board?" Lydia asked skeptically as we watched my boyfriend pull the board out of the box. Since Harris is out of commision at the moment, we were gathered in his empty classroom. Lydia was seated at one of the tables with Cora on her side, while Stiles and I stood at the edge of the table.