girl almighty // s. stilinski [1]

no one at all

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"What is she doing here?"

Bea rolls her eyes at the first sentence that leaves Stiles' mouth once he enters Allison and Lydia's room. His whiskey eyes glance at her on one of the beds as she picks her nails, and then he turns to the other two girls with bewilderment.

"Wow, nice to see you, too, Stilinski," Bea remarks sarcastically, earning a glare from said boy.

"What have you told her?" Stiles sternly asks Allison, his arms crossed over his chest, his voice low despite the fact that Bea can hear him anyway.

"Nothing..." Allison defends, before mumbling, "yet."

"Have you gone absolutely insane? We can't tell her anything, okay? We can't let her get hurt," Stiles argues, his voice still slightly quiet.

"Tell me what?" Bea questions despite knowing it has something to do with the supernatural. Her voice goes ignored while the other three continue arguing. She heaves out a sigh, tired of being ignored by these people.

"Stiles, she's already been hurt! Did you not see the gash on her side, identical to Scott's? What if not knowing gets her hurt even more?" Allison rebuts. "What then?"

"Allison—"

"Tell me what?" Bea repeats, her voice being talked over once more.

"Stiles, we have to tell her, okay? She heard the same thing Lydia did. Something I couldn't hear, okay? We have no choice."

"We always have a choice," Stiles emphasizes, not wanting to divulge their entire lives to the redhead sitting on the bed, not knowing if she is a friend or a foe.

"Not this time, Stiles," Lydia states sadly. While she is glad to have someone possibly share the same abilities as her, knowing that Bea has probably gone through some of the same things she has is disheartening. It is not something she has ever wished on anyone. "It's always better when they know."

As everyone goes silent, the three giving each other challenging looks, Bea stares between them from her spot on the bed, confusion seeping through every limb in her body at their vagueness.

"Tell me what?!"

Stiles, Lydia, and Allison turn to look at the small redhead, her pleading, sapphire eyes staring back at them. She is tired of being left in the dark, dancing around her like she does not know that they are hiding something from her. Bea wants to know—needs to know.

And the look on her face is enough to convince Stiles she needs to know, too.

They tell her close to everything, trying not to go into too much detail to keep it short; for now. They tell her how Derek Hale's psychotic uncle, Peter, bit Scott the night before their second semester of sophomore year, turning him into a werewolf. They tell her about Allison's family and her aunt, Kate. They tell her about Jackson, Lydia's ex-boyfriend, turning into the kanima and killing the 2006 Beacon Hills High swim team under Matt Dahler's demand. They tell her about Gerard, Allison's sociopathic grandfather.