"She was ELEMENTAL,
She controlled the ELEMENTS,
The elements of EARTH, FIRE, WATER, AIR."
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"I love her, Scott."
"She's out of your league, Stiles."
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Girl almighty- One direction. "There's something happening here, I hope you feel what I'm feeling too."
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Stiles watched in admiration as Elliot Ashdown strutted down the hall. She was proud of a few nights before, their plan working just fine. She was wearing cream peep toe platform heels, a black tee shirt dress and had a cream handbag slung over her shoulder. She was literally hypnotising anyone around her.
Stiles was leant against his locker with his mouth slightly agape. After all these years his feelings only grew, he knew no one could replace the way she made him feel. His hands would start to sweat, he'd lose track of his words, he'd somehow fall over something. But he didn't mind.
He watched as she walked past another hallway, only for a hand to reach out and grab her. Scott's hand.
¥ "Whoah dude, what the hell?" Elliot whispered as Scott pulled her into an empty history room. "What are you?" He questioned. His breathes were uneven. Elliot stared at him for a minute, before sighing. "Sit down." Scott sat down at a desk and Elliot turned another chair that way. "This is going to be a seriously long story." Scott shrugged, "we've got time." "Ever heard of Avatar?" She asked, when Scott nodded she muttered, "not the blue people." "Then no." "They're these amazing people. They control the elements. You know, like earth, fire, water, air. That shit. They use it for greater good. But occasionally, you get bad elements. They're out to use their powers to outdo every one and thing. Any supernatural creature." Scott stared deeply at the small girl. "That's my kind. I'm an elemental. For generations upon generations, my family have been elementals. That's what I do, Scott. I use my powers for greater good." "Is anybody else like you?" He asked. "I don't know anyone except my family. I'm guessing you know I have two dads?" Scott nodded. "My parents, they were murdered. By bad elements. I was eleven, my sister was seven. She's like me too, Got her powers a few weeks ago." Tears grew in her eyes. "Thank you." Scott breathed out. He turned to leave the room, only for a small hand to grip his bigger arm. "Scott," a tear fell from her eye and she quickly wiped it away. "Please don't tell anyone." Scott stayed silent for a minute before asking, "not even Stiles?" "No. And what what the hell is a Stiles?" ¥ "Danny, I'm telling you! This so called "jean matterial" is called denim!" Elliot walked the halls with Danny, her gay best friend. "No, that's what you have jackets made of, you're wearing one right now!" "Yes, this is denim but so are my jeans." Elliot was wearing a denim jacket, jeans, a white tee shirt and knee high high heel boots. "Nope, sorry." They made their way to science, where they sat next to one another. "Whatever." "Hey!" Lydia called, running to them the best she could in her heels. "Hello," "Okay, so," Lydia linked her arm with Elliot's, "I was at the hospital yesterday, waiting for Jackson, when this boy-I think he goes here- comes up and starts talking and it sounded at first as if he was harassing me, but then I heard him say your name, so I started to listen and it turns out that he said, and I quote, "I think Elliot and I have this type of connection, so if you could tell her and ask if she feels the same way?" So I stayed silent until Jackson came and it was just really weird." "Woah." Elliot muttered. "That whole rant just went in one ear and came out the other." Lydia huffed and strutted past the two, who giggled lightly. ¥ Elliot walked into the hall. She was gloomy today. Tomorrow she was going to have to go to the graveyard with her sister and plant flowers around her parents graves.
She hadn't gotten sleep the night before and she couldn't find the energy to do anything. "Elliot! Elliot, hey!" Elliot inwardly groaned, she didn't want to talk to anyone. She had already snapped at her foster family, ignored Lydia and Alison. She turned to see the boy who gave her his jumper. "Hello..." she trailed off. "Hey, I uh was just wondering if you were coming to the game tomorrow?" He shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked on the heels of his feet. "Sorry, dude, I'm not available tomorrow, I'm doing something with my sister." She shrugged and pulled her skateboard out her locker. "No, no, yeah cool. Um yeah," he scratched the back of his neck. "Oh!" She turned back to her locker. "Do you want your hoodie back?" "No, keep it, please." Stiles smiled at her. Emotions got the better of Elliot and she pulled Stiles into a hug. "You smell really nice." She smiled and nuzzled her face into his neck. "I- uh." He cleared his throat. "Thank you." "You're welcome." She pulled away and smiled at him before pulling on his hoodie. "Bye!" She placed the skateboard down and kicked off in the middle of the hall. "You're not allowed skateboards in the hall!" "Shut up Greenberg!" ¥ So, she never went to see McCall's second shot at first line. Only cried with her sister in front of two headstones and made them flowers.
