June's just been cast out of her coven for reasons her brilliant mind still can't comprehend. With the help of her Guardian, Ginny, she ups and leaves for a town clear across the country called Beacon Hills. But as soon as she gets there, peculiar m...
Two days passed since the hospital. Two days since I'd last seen Stiles. Two days since I realized how I felt. Two days and it hadn't changed.
It's been radio silence. Stilinski told me he got a text from Stiles saying that he was fine and to not look for him, but we all saw right through that. Anyone with eyes could see right through that.
In those two days, Scott filled me in on how the accident at the hospital occurred. Stiles struggled with himself to not cut the cable, but was overpowered. Overpowered by the nogitsune, I learned. The creature the Oni had attacked all of us for was currently residing in Stiles. That's why he was sleepwalking, that's why he was having night terrors, and terrors in the day. The door to his mind didn't close quickly enough before an evil Japanese spirit slipped its way through the cracks.
Overall this whole situation royally sucked. I was worried out of my mind, and selfishly I was worried about myself. If I wasn't thinking about Stiles and how he was missing, then I was thinking about how I felt for him. About if he felt the same way.
It was stupid given the circumstances, but there was a part residing within me hoping that Stiles just felt the same way I did. A part that I couldn't shake, and a part I didn't want to. It honestly kept me sane, thinking about my feelings, which was a normal thing to do. I was just a teenage girl crushing on a boy, and it felt good to cling onto that. Even if said boy was currently possessed by an evil fox, but that was just a nuance.
I told Ginny how I felt, and it honestly felt great to have someone to talk to about it that had hopefully gone through the same exact thing. She'd experienced her fair share of young love, and told me it was just as wonderful as you'd expect. She also was the one to hold me as I broke down from all of my worries and constant anxiety over him. Ginny acted as my rock, telling me that in order to get to where I wanted to be with him, I had to calm my mind and get to work.
I spoke to Allison and Lydia about it too. Lydia was giving me knowing looks the entire time I sat them down to explain it, and Allison looked about as happy as could be given the situation. I cried to them as well, telling them I didn't know if we could save him. It seemed all I did in those forty eight hours was cry. Allison and Lydia told me the exact same thing Ginny did, I had to buckle down and use my overly large brain to solve this (Allison's words not mine).
I was still in a funk when the second day rolled around. Not feeling motivated to go to school, I lounged around for most of the morning. I decided at around lunchtime that I couldn't be one of those people who sat in their room and wallowed in self pity. In no rush, I took my time getting ready for school. I shaved my legs, dried and styled my hair, even put on some makeup, an activity I reserve for special occasions. I shrugged on a comfy dress and a jacket, slid on some boots, and headed to school.
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At this point, I would be able to make the last two periods of school, and it took all I had not to just turn back around. I drove the speed limit to school, in absolutely no rush to get there, and parked my car in the lot. As I walked over to the school, I glanced around and froze in my tracks. Sitting in the parking lot was Stiles' blue jeep, in all it's banged up glory.
